Chapter 596: Chapter 401: You Don’t Want to Give Face to Zhong?
Chu Manor stood high in the sky.
Like a blazing sun, it dispelled the darkness that had gathered over this Land of the Far North for two hundred years.
In these two hundred years, how long has it been since a strongman shone so brilliantly in the air?
Only those few cultivators unwilling to succumb bloomed briefly in the sky like summer flowers.
Yet, it was only just that.
Even though this Land of the Far North, known by its natives as the Long Sky Continent, is vast and full of talent.
No matter how much of a prodigy one might be, it is impossible to leap directly from Golden Core cultivation to wield the power of a Nascent Soul.
Without the power of a Nascent Soul, one cannot even lay eyes upon the Demon Lord.
Countless people gazed at the sky.
Cultivators from the chaotic lands.
Loose Cultivators from remote marketplaces.
Ordinary mortals busy with mundane life.
They looked to the sky, some greedily enjoying this moment of light.
Countless pairs of eyes fixed on that figure in the sky, watching his radiance surpass those of the newly-ascended Golden Cores.
And they heard the words he spoke.
"Cyan Cloud Sect, first true disciple, Chu Manor."
Cyan Cloud Sect...
Cyan Cloud Sect?
What a strange yet familiar sound.
The young people looked bewildered.
Yet, there were pairs of murky, aged eyes gazing up at the sky.
"Is it... Brother Chu?"
The old Foundation Establishment cultivator, on the brink of life’s end, looked at the sky with trembling eyes.
Beside him, his great-grandson curiously asked who that person was.
"Cyan Cloud Sect’s former top celestial pride, Nascent Soul Seed..."
"Disappeared two hundred years ago, everyone thought he died... never expected... he’s still alive..."
The old man’s eyes were filled with incredibly complex emotions.
Once upon a time, he too was a celestial pride of a great sect.
Though not as great as his sect brother, he was a genius capable of making his hometown proud.
But now...
He was just a coward afraid to break through.
"I’m sorry... brother..." Two streams of cloudy tears rolled down the old man’s face, his eyes holding regret, anger, and fear.
Those who dared to resist in that era have all died.
He... merely survived by fearing death.
"I..."
The old man’s heart surged with hot blood, he had completed his cultivation over a hundred years ago but never dared to break through, and now he didn’t have the ability anymore.
He was no longer the young junior brother who laughed and joked with Brother Chu.
His aged body couldn’t even dare a moth’s flight into the flame.
Most of the cultivators of the old era have perished, yet a few old men still uttered the blazing sun in the sky.
New generation celestial prides looked up at the sky with eyes filled with excitement and fervor.
"The only strongman left from the old era..."
Chu Manor undoubtedly brought much hope to this continent.
Light not only dispels darkness but also stirs the beasts within the darkness.
In the far north of the far north, in the Demon Lord’s land shrouded with fog.
Beasts spread their wings, roaring out from the gray mist.
The whole continent began to stir.
Countless cultivators used various means to head to Chu Manor’s location.
For no other reason, just to feel the sunlight up close.
The shadows in the Far North extended onwards, and behind them, eyes opened.
The first to arrive were three winged, humanoid yet not-human beasts.
Their pupils obscured by gray fog, it was unclear if any emotion lingered there.
Cries arose from the earth.
It seemed they recognized these beasts.
They were Golden Core strongmen captured by the Demon Lord.
Chu Manor stood in the sky, the Spiritual Qi around him turned into a vortex inhaled into his body.
He was consolidating his cultivation.
A hint of Nascent Soul power suffused his entire body.
Chu Manor had already surpassed the Fake Nascent Soul, fully capable of crossing the Spiritless Land to the south.
It was rumored that the south housed a more vast and brilliant Cultivation World.
Yet, he didn’t do that.
Chu Manor opened his eyes.
He extended his left arm, gently flipping his hand, as a Three-foot Cyan Blade fell into his grip.
"Cyan Cloud Divine Sword Technique First Form!"
"Nine Heavens!"
Cyan currents swirled around Chu Manor’s body.
In an instant, the Nine Heavens Gang Wind was drawn.
The hole in the previously heavy clouded sky grew increasingly vast.
The Divine Wind Sword shattered the three beasts in an instant.
Fake Nascent Soul, a life level that has stepped into Nascent Soul.
Sword Slash at the demons was clean and swift, unlike those who fought for hundreds of rounds only to be dragged away like a dead dog among the newly-ascended Golden Cores.
This undoubtedly ignited hope in countless cultivators’ hearts.
After less than half an hour, more beasts flew in.
"Second Form, Divine Thunder!"
On a clear day, thunder boomed loudly.
"Third Form, Snow Dance!"
In broad daylight, snow descended, each flake a Sword Qi.
"Fourth Form, Star Fall!"
Shooting stars fell, sweeping up a huge storm.
"Fifth Form, Broken Soul"
"Sixth Form, Nirvana"
Chu Manor didn’t employ other techniques.
He simply displayed the Cyan Cloud Divine Sword Technique learned at Cyan Cloud Sect, one by one.
Abnormal beasts, capable of slaying Golden Cores, continually met their end at Chu Manor’s hands.
The sickening blood strewed the earth.
Yet, the air pressure seemed to grow heavier and the atmosphere more oppressive.
The endless gloomy clouds in the distance seemed almost touchable.
Chu Manor remained expressionless.
The beasts gradually increased, yet he continued casting the Cyan Cloud Divine Sword Technique move by move.
His aura grew stronger as well.
A figure dressed in black robes emerged from the clouds.
In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.
Numerous observing cultivators instinctively bowed their heads in fear.
The molten blood in the hearts of the celestial prides attempting to break through and fight alongside Chu Manor abruptly dissipated.
