The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Before Qingyi could finish speaking, Zhao Zheng had already secretly crushed the communication jade talisman, but on the surface he pretended to be calm: "Elder Lu's emergence from seclusion is just in time. The Star Palace has issued an order that the Miaoyin Sect needs to..."

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A streak of icy blue sword light flashed past, and blood suddenly gushed from Zhao Zheng's throat. He looked down in disbelief and found that the jade talisman in his hand had been frozen into ice shards.

"If the Star Palace wants to interfere with the Myriad Sounds Sect, it should send a Nascent Soul cultivator."

With a light tap of his fingertip, Lu Yao summoned the Seven Profound Thunder Sword Gourd from his sleeve. The two flying swords, one gold and one wood, crossed and hovered in front of Qingyi, blocking the three poison needles that attacked from outside the hall.

He had already used his divine sense to lock onto the dark place when he appeared—there was a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage of the Star Palace hidden there!

"What a trick!"

The gray-robed old man materialized from the beam, nine skull-shaped magical artifacts flying out of his sleeve. "What a pity for a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator..."

"Noisy."

A phantom image of the Haotian Pearl flashed between Lu Yao's brows, and the Ice Jade Gourd suddenly spewed out twin swords of thunder and fire.

The Thunder Sword stirred up celestial phenomena, the Fire Sword burned away the yin spirits, and the nine skull artifacts that had been refined for a hundred years shattered the moment they clashed.

The gray-robed old man retreated a hundred feet, only to find that the earth and ice swords had blocked his retreat at some point. As the sword formation swirled, the earth's veins surged, and the entire hall was forced three inches into the ground!

"The Seven Elemental Sword Formation?!" The old man was horrified, biting his tongue and spitting out a blood escape talisman.

"Stay."

Lu Yao drew a line with his fingers, and the water-elemental sword light transformed into a thousand waves, while the blood-escape spiritual light was trapped in a quagmire.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the golden sword pierced through the old man's dantian, pinning his nascent soul to the glazed brick.

Qingyi stared blankly at this scene.

She knew that Lu Yao was exceptionally strong, but she never expected that with his early Nascent Soul cultivation, he could crush those of the same level like ants!

"Tell Xinggong that the affairs of Miaoyin Sect are none of the business of outsiders."

Lu Yao shattered the old man's nascent soul with a flick of his finger, then turned to Qingyi and said, "I trouble the elder to announce to the outside world that I am in seclusion. If the Star Palace continues to harass me... I will go to Tianxing City myself."

Three months later, on an unnamed deserted island.

Lu Yao stood on the reef, with the Seven Profound Thunder Sword Gourd floating in front of him.

Since that day when he shocked the Star Palace, he used the Haotian Pearl to deduce the incomplete "Brahma Saint True Demon Art", and actually fused the demon race's body refining technique with human cultivation methods. His physical strength is now comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"It's time to close the net."

He looked toward the horizon where the sea met the sky, where three Nascent Soul auras were rushing toward him—it was none other than the Lord of Extreme Yin Island, Feng Xi, and Wan Sangu!

These three secretly spread the news that the Miaoyin Sect had obtained the ancient cultivator's treasure, which attracted the siege of dozens of islands. Little did they know that everything was within the predictions of the Haotian Pearl.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, hand over the treasure, and I'll spare your corpse!"

The Lord of Extreme Yin Island grinned and summoned several Heavenly Corpses.

Lu Yao remained silent, and the Thunder Sword Gourd suddenly swelled to the size of a mountain.

The seven swords unleashed their power, transforming the celestial bodies of the heavens: the golden sword transformed into the white tiger's malevolent energy, the wooden sword drew upon the divine thunder of the Yi wood, and the water sword condensed the cold tide of the Northern Darkness... The seven elemental divine powers intertwined to form a net, trapping three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators within the formation!

Feng Xi revealed his true form as the Rending Wind Beast, his wings stirring up spatial turbulence: "With your abilities as a junior who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Lu Yao now held a bronze fragment—the very "Ancient Treasure That Breaks the Law" that the Haotian Pearl had deciphered!

Feng Xi's demonic power instantly dissipated, and half of his wing was sliced ​​off by the ice sword. Seeing this, the Lord of Jiyin Island tried to escape, but his nascent soul was bitten by the rock dragon summoned by the earth sword.

"Fellow Daoist, wait!" Wan Sangu summoned her natal jade ruyi. "I am willing to swear an oath against the demonic influence..."

boom!

The Thunder Sword, carrying divine lightning from the heavens, struck down, and Lu Yao, stepping through the rain of blood, picked up the storage rings of the three people.

The next day, Tianxing City.

The Twin Saints Palace Masters stared at the head of the Extreme Yin Island Master floating in front of the hall, their faces turning ashen.

None of the twelve Nascent Soul elders below dared to move—the Dao traces left by the Seven Profound Sword Formation were still flowing outside the hall, and the aura of thunder and fire had not dissipated for three days!

Six months later, in the void of the outer sea.

Lu Yao stroked the star map that appeared on the surface of the Haotian Pearl, while the Miaoyin Sect island behind him gradually turned into a black dot.

On that day, he forcibly broke into the forbidden area of ​​the Star Palace and activated the interdimensional teleportation array with the help of the two saints. At this moment, the spiritual power accumulated in the bead is surging wildly.

"It's time to find the missing page of the 'Awakening of Insects Manual'."

He looked at the spirit realm reception platform that was faintly visible beyond the gale layer, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Seven flying swords disappeared into the gourd, and the figure transformed into a stream of light that soared into the sky.

(End of the book)