Chapter 478: Chapter 392: A Heavenly Immortal Descends to the Mortal World
Three years have passed.
At the peak of Stone Spring Mountain, the ancestral land of the Pan Sword Sect.
Black clouds roiled, where purple lightning flashed like dragons darting and red fire surged like a flowing sunset. With each bolt of lightning and fire crashing down, the mountain trembled with a deafening roar.
Strangely, during the thunder’s intervals, the faint roar of dragons and low growl of tigers echoed, as if resonating with Heaven and Earth.
A figure in white stood gracefully atop the highest green stone of the peak, his garment fluttering loudly in the fierce wind but remaining untouched by any speck of dust.
There was no earth-shattering aura emanating from him, only countless strands of sword light floating within a radius of three feet, resembling fireflies on a summer night.
Whenever the purple lightning wrapped in red fire struck down, those sword lights would suddenly coalesce.
Sometimes forming a sharp sword
to catch the lightning and fire, or condensing into decisive sword threads to cut through the clouds, and even reversing the flow to carve transparent holes in the cloud layers.
Where the sword light passed, the wild lightning and fire swiftly dissipated, leaving not a single spark on his garment.
The viewing platform halfway up Stone Spring Mountain was already enveloped by spirit light, a semi-transparent shield safeguarding eight cultivators within.
Standing at the center was a white-browed Daoist, wearing a moon white daoist robe embroidered with dark gold sword patterns, none other than Daoist Yuan Zhao, the Sect Leader of the Pan Sword Sect in the Spirit Silence Realm.
Beside him, seven cultivators wore purple sword robes, each embroidered with the insignia of their respective peaks, the seven Peak Masters of the Sword Sect.
At this moment, the gaze of all eight was firmly locked on the mountain peak, their eyes brimming with aspiration and admiration, nearly overflowing.
"Lightning and fire in symbiosis, calamity clouds taking shape, dragons roar, tigers howl, all manifestations probe the heart: truly a High Grade Golden Core!"
Master of Purple Mist Peak stroked his beard, his voice filled with emotion:
"Back when Ancestor Pan crossed this threshold, he also summoned lightning and fire, yet it was far from this Heaven and Earth Resonance in momentum. Fellow Daoist Zhang has reached such heights, this trial for him is akin to treading flat ground."
"Look at that sword light!"
Law Enforcement Peak Master pointed at the mountain peak, his tone tinged with unabashed shock:
"Without using a single magical treasure, entirely relying on his own sword intent to confront lightning and fire head-on! Such swordsmanship proficiency, it’s no wonder he can cross borders to kill enemies as easily as drinking water."
The duster in Daoist Yuan Zhao’s hand trembled slightly as he also commented:
"Since Ancestor Pan reached his end after three hundred years, our Sword Sect has been declining. Now our Sword Sect welcomes the second High Grade Golden Core, securing the next century!"
Their astonishment is understandable; within this realm, Core Formation is ranked into grades, as distinct as clouds and mud.
Lower Grade Golden Core is often refined using mixed pills of gold stones and demon beast inner cores, forever trapped in the Golden Core Realm, with no hope of ascending.
Middle Grade Golden Core requires consuming eighty-one Jade Dew Pills, even if one fortunately attains Spirit Silence, breaking the core to form a nascent soul is absolutely impossible.
Only the High Grade Golden Core, without external assistance, relies solely on one’s self. Only a true Dao seed can form it, and once achieved, one qualifies to inquire into the nascent soul Great Dao.
Daoist Yuan Zhao continued to exclaim:
"Indeed, Heaven favors our Sword Sect! Bringing such a true immortal Dao seed, in just six years, it has reached this point?"
The seven Peak Masters, upon hearing this, voiced their agreement while displaying bitter smiles.
When Chen Sheng first showed his edge, they privately planned to bring him into their sects, even offering their daughters in marriage to attract this promising talent.
Yet who could have foreseen that his growth speed would completely defy the norms of the cultivation realm?
Three years to Foundation Establishment, then nine months of training outside the mountain, during which with Foundation Establishment Cultivation he slayed heart-moving demon cultivators and a Lower Grade Golden Core old demon, showcasing unparalleled sword talent.
With such talent, none dared claim they could teach him!
Moreover, upon returning, he directly secluded himself for a year, defeating the seven Peak Masters upon his return; if not for Daoist Yuan Zhao’s sudden decision to seclude himself, he would have been defeated too.
Then only a year later, he reached heart-moving perfection, striving for the High Grade Golden Core!
While others’ cultivation always slows down over time, his kept accelerating, as if defying the cultivation realm’s norms.
While everyone was sighing, the phenomena atop the mountain abruptly changed.
The surging calamity clouds suddenly ceased their lightning and fire eruption, the purple lightning and red fire receding like tides, and the gray clouds dissipated at a visible speed.
In a moment, the dark clouds vanished, a clear sky reappeared, and a golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, just right onto the white-clad figure atop the mountain.
As the mist cleared, the white-clad sword cultivator slowly opened his eyes.
A trace of golden light flickered in his eyes before disappearing into the depths, and the sword light floating around him receded entirely, transforming into a subtle sword shadow that merged into his brow.
He stepped out gracefully from the mountain peak, without touching the stone steps, and descended like a swan landing before the viewing platform.
The sunlight shone on him, making him look like a Banished Immortal, his countenance displaying such tranquility and composure that the eight felt a sense of inferiority.
"Three years honing the sword to test its edge, within the calamity of lightning and fire testament to the eternal Dao."
Chen Sheng surveyed the people, softly reciting a verse, his voice not loud yet clearly reaching into everyone’s ears:
"Today, achieving High Grade Golden Core, I thank you all, fellow Daoists, for witnessing."
Daoist Yuan Zhao was the first to respond, stepping forward swiftly, cupping his hands:
"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhang on the Golden Core within, achieving High Grade Golden Core! This is the blessing of our Sword Sect!"
The seven Peak Masters also joined in the chorus: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zhang!"
...
In the Outer Sect of the Pan Sword Sect, beneath the old locust tree at the Qi Condensation courtyard.
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patches of light on several white-robed disciples seated around it.
Three years left little mark on them, only hinting at a bit more composure between their brows, yet their cultivation remained stagnant at the Glorious Light Realm.
This threshold stuck between Celestial Illumination and Foundation Establishment has trapped countless outer disciples without any prospects.
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