Chapter 589: Chapter 64: Snake Swallows Elephant
On the mountain path, dozens of figures were advancing rapidly, stirring up dust that flew in all directions.
“Hurry up, everyone increase your speed, or we won’t make it in ti!” the voice of an elderly man with the surna Gu echoed through the mountains and forests.
These dozens of figures were precisely the Gu family caravan.
After learning that Lu Qingshan was planning to break into Black Wind Stronghold alone, the mbers of the Gu family caravan reached a consensus imdiately after a brief discussion.
To aid Lu Qingshan in his mission!
“Since he saved our lives, we must prove to him that our lives are worth saving!”
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Just as the elderly Mr. Gu was worrying that they were too late and couldn’t catch up, he suddenly slled a strong scent of blood.
The old man, experienced from his many travels, was shocked.
Could it be?
After crossing a small hill, the old man was stunned, Gu Ya was stunned, and all the other mbers of the Gu family who had abandoned their goods and co together were equally stunned, their mouths agape.
Not far ahead, the gate of Black Wind Stronghold, which had a notorious reputation in the Spirit-Nullifying Realm and had dominated for a century, was already shattered.
A huge head was nailed to the top of the gate.
It was a bald head, round like a big bladder, reflecting the light, with a beak-like nose nearly touching the upper lip.
“This is the head of the chief of Black Wind Stronghold!” exclaid the old man, recognizing the identity of the head’s owner instantly.
Because the appearance of Black Wind Stronghold’s chief was too distinctive.
After the shock, the old man imdiately led his team to rush into Black Wind Stronghold at the fastest speed.
Then, they saw hundreds of bodies lying in disarray throughout the vast expanse of the stronghold, of both humans and fierce beasts.
All kinds of broken arms, so stuck in the ground, others stuck in the eaves of houses.
The weapons stuck in the eaves were embedded three inches deep into the wood.
Blood splattered everywhere, turning Black Wind Stronghold into a Red Wind Stronghold.
Although they had not witnessed the fall of Black Wind Stronghold, just by looking at the aftermath, the image of Lu Qingshan breaking through Black Wind seed to leap before their eyes.
After a long ti, the elderly Mr. Gu muttered in a daze:
“What a swordsman!”
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Twenty days later.
As dusk fell, Lu Qingshan finally arrived at the border of the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.
The oppressive and uncomfortable weird force field that made his Spiritual Power circulate sluggishly had completely disappeared.
“Streets stretching from south to north, I can hang out however I want,” the Great King of the West Rats, who had been stifled for a long ti, couldn’t help but poke out of the Spirit Beast Bag to catch a breeze and enjoy a taste of free air.
“Young Master, are you deliberately indulging in slaughter?” A slim figure in red appeared beside Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan turned around, and a faint red light flashed in his dark eyes.
Qin Yitian was looking at him with gleaming eyes.
“Not deliberately,” Lu Qingshan said calmly, “just unrestrained.”
“Is it for the Destruction True Intent?” Qin Yitian
“I have always been a greedy person,” Lu Qingshan nodded and then shook his head, “The act of a snake swallowing an elephant is indeed what I want to attempt, but the people of Black Wind Stronghold deserved to die anyway.”
He now possessed four types of Intent, three of which were Primordial Intent.
Only the Slaughter Sword Intent, which suited him best and was also the earliest he understood, remained at the higher Intent level.
His ambition was great.
Since the Annihilation Penetrating Sword Intent had already advanced to True Annihilation Intent, why not try to let the Slaughter Sword Intent also complete its ascension?
The tracing of Slaughter Sword Intent to its source leads to Destruction True Intent.
There is no clear thod to advance, after all, the Intent has always been mysterious and profound.
But Lu Qingshan knew that just as Slaughter Sword Intent begins with killing for its foundation, to elevate it from slaughter to destruction, it absolutely wouldn’t stray from the category of killing.
Qin Yitian nodded lightly, her lips curving into a smile, “I understand.”
She wouldn’t interfere with Lu Qingshan’s choices, Qin Yitian just wanted to make sure of Lu Qingshan’s condition.
The incident of Lu Qingshan accidentally falling into demonism within the Demon Spirit Tomb had left her terrified to this day.
So, when she noticed Lu Qingshan seemingly entering that kind of state again, Qin Yitian hesitated for a long ti before ultimately being unable to resist showing herself to express her concern.
After confirming Lu Qingshan’s condition was very stable, she returned to her sword, reassured.
Apart from matters concerning Lu Qingshan, Qin Yitian was always extrely lazy and unwilling to think too much about anything else.
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It wasn’t done on a whim, but Lu Qingshan, with a good mood for his return, leapt up, his figure soaring a thousand feet as he sword flew into the clouds.
His cultivation had hit a bottleneck at this point.
There wasn’t much of a problem with his cultivation level; relying on experience points, his progress was stable, and he had now reached Nascent Soul Perfection.
The troubleso part was the Intent.
This profound mystery had to be explored alone by a cultivator throughout the long process of cultivation.
The trouble with Intent is its evasive and intangible nature.
For example, cultivators in a fire attribute environnt tend to comprehend and enhance the Fire Attribute Intent more easily.
But to assu that one can comprehend the Fire Attribute Intent by simply sitting placidly in a place ablaze with fire is naive. If it were that simple, the Intent would have been commonplace long ago.
So people, even if they soak themselves in a magma pool until they turn to ash, still end up gaining nothing.
Therefore, his attempt to elevate Slaughter Sword Intent to Destruction True Intent through killing was just an opportunistic trial.
Nothing happened as expected.
But Lu Qingshan firmly believed that if one day Slaughter Sword Intent truly advanced to Destruction True Intent, it would surely be due to the rit of these repeated attempts, seemingly effectless but silently accumulating.
The improvent of Intent was never an overnight matter.
For instance, the comprehension of True Annihilation Intent this ti around, he spent a full year in that sealed space.
For example, back in the Barbarian Tribe, when he single-handedly intercepted the Sand Wolf Demons and elevated Slaughter Sword Intent to Perfection, it seed like an instant achievent, but in reality, it was the culmination of several years’ accumulation at that critical mont.
He entered the Barbarian Tribe at the end of the fourth Tianyuan year, and when he ca out it was already the end of the fifth Tianyuan year.
One year’s ti, with rich gains, yet it also left Lu Qingshan brooding:
The “Holy Beast Lord” of the Demon Race, after breaking the seal, not only did not kill him, but inexplicably transported him from the collapsing sealed space directly to this Spirit-Nullifying Realm in the Western Territory of the Central Heavenly Realm.
This was equivalent to saving his life.
The whole affair seed very strange and unreasonable.
Considering the eyes of the “Holy Beast Lord” that seed very familiar to him, Lu Qingshan believed that there must be a connection with the tirelessly swimming Green Snake in his sea of knowledge, constantly moving back and forth on his Primordial Spirit.
But the specifics of that connection were unknown.
The feeling wasn’t great.
It felt like being in debt.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
A premonition told him that the “Holy Beast Lord” who saved his life today would co to collect this favor from him one day.
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