Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhuang Yu channeled his spiritual energy, which instantly condensed into a spiritual sword radiating dazzling light.

"Trying to stop me? Dream on!" he roared, his spiritual sword, imbued with sharp sword energy, piercing straight towards the guardian of the barrier.

The sword energy sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if the surrounding air itself was being torn apart by this powerful force.

The guardian of the barrier snorted coldly, and with a flash, easily dodged Zhuang Yu's attack.

However, in the instant he dodged, a sly smile appeared on Zhuang Yu's lips.

His real target is not the guardian of the restriction, but the restriction itself!

Taking advantage of the cover of the attack, Zhuang Yu moved like lightning and instantly rushed into the interior of the restriction.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultivators erupted in an uproar.

"He actually went in!" "This kid is incredibly audacious!" "Is he out of his mind?" Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Upon entering the restricted area, Zhuang Yu felt the scene before him change abruptly.

The previously gray and gloomy restricted space has now become bright. A huge platform is suspended in the air, and in the center of the platform, a long sword exuding an ancient aura is quietly suspended, radiating a powerful pressure.

"Anyone who trespasses on this forbidden area shall die!" A cold voice rang in Zhuang Yu's ears.

In the center of the platform, a phantom figure slowly materialized—it was the spirit of the divine artifact.

The spirit of the artifact exuded a powerful aura, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Zhuang Yu stared directly at the artifact spirit without fear, "I must obtain this divine artifact!" His voice was firm and resolute, filled with unwavering determination.

The spirit sneered, "You? Wishful thinking!"

Without further ado, Zhuang Yu channeled his spiritual energy into his hands, preparing for battle.

"Then let's give it a try!" he said.

"Overestimating yourself!" A hint of disdain flashed in the spirit's eyes, and the longsword in its hand trembled slightly as a powerful force locked onto Zhuang Yu...

Seeing that Zhuang Yu had entered the restriction first, Master Zixiao was furious. He recklessly activated his spiritual power, trying to forcefully break the restriction.

His disciple Li Ming followed closely behind, and the two of them joined forces to create a powerful shockwave that slammed into the barrier.

With a loud "Boom!", the restriction shook violently, but it was not broken. Instead, it unleashed an even stronger rebound force, directly blasting Master Zixiao and his disciple away.

Master Zixiao fell to the ground in a sorry state, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Li Ming was also pale, clearly having suffered a serious injury.

Seeing the way Master Zixiao and his disciple looked, Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

He thought to himself, "Let you self-righteous fools taste what it's like to be turned away."

His gaze swept over the onlookers, and seeing the shock and envy in their eyes, he felt even more delighted.

Just then, the weapon spirit's attack arrived, the longsword whistling through the air as it aimed directly at Zhuang Yu's vitals.

Zhuang Yu dared not be careless and quickly circulated his spiritual power to condense a spiritual power shield in front of him.

"Bang!" The longsword slammed into the shield, producing a deafening roar. The spiritual energy shield shattered instantly, and Zhuang Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Hmph, it seems you're nothing special after all!" the artifact spirit sneered, its tone full of contempt.

Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, knowing that the spirit in front of him was not easy to deal with. He dared not hold back in the slightest and fully activated the spiritual power in his body.

At the same time, with a thought, he extracted a stream of pure energy from the mysterious space to replenish his own consumption.

He felt a powerful force surging into his body, and his previously somewhat disordered breathing gradually calmed down.

Seeing Zhuang Yu's aura rise again, the spirit of the artifact swung its longsword once more, unleashing a barrage of sharp sword energy that hurtled towards Zhuang Yu like a storm.

Zhuang Yu dared not take the attack head-on, and could only rely on his agile movements to dodge and look for an opportunity to counterattack.

The battle intensified, causing the entire restricted space to tremble violently, with intense spiritual energy fluctuations permeating the air.

The surrounding cultivators watched the battle with bated breath. They had never witnessed such a powerful clash of forces; it was completely beyond their comprehension.

They knew that the outcome of this battle would directly affect the final ownership of this divine artifact.

"This kid is so troublesome!" The artifact spirit frowned, looking at Zhuang Yu who was still able to hold on under its attacks. It was secretly annoyed and its offensive became even more fierce.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Zhuang Yu was covered in wounds, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Just then, he suddenly noticed a weakness in the weapon spirit's attack. He seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful burst of energy, launching a counterattack against the weapon spirit...

Outside the barrier, Wang Yao anxiously looked inside, her brows furrowed, her gaze fixed on Zhuang Yu.

Wang Yao paced anxiously outside the barrier, her slender fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her gaze never leaving Zhuang Yu inside the barrier.

She could feel the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy within the barrier, and her heart pounded with tension.

Each loud bang of spiritual energy colliding made her heart tremble, fearing that Zhuang Yu might encounter misfortune inside.

The light from the barrier flickered, reflecting on her worried face, like a delicate little flower swaying in the wind and rain.

In the fierce battle with the artifact spirit, Zhuang Yu was in a sorry state, his clothes were tattered, and he had several wounds on his body, but his eyes remained firm and he showed no sign of backing down.

During a brief moment while dodging an attack from a spirit, his gaze inadvertently drifted outside the barrier, where it met Wang Yao's anxious eyes.

The moment their eyes met, a warm feeling welled up in their hearts.

The worry and concern in Wang Yao's eyes gave him immense strength.

He saw Wang Yao's silent encouragement, as if she were saying, "Zhuang Yu, you must hold on!" Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a slight, confident smile.

The spirit seemed to sense Zhuang Yu's distraction and its attacks became even more ferocious.

The longsword was wielded with impenetrable force, and sword energy poured down like raindrops, forcing Zhuang Yu to retreat repeatedly, putting him in grave danger.

He sustained several more wounds, and blood dripped from his clothes, staining the ground beneath his feet.

He felt dizzy and his body swayed, almost unable to support himself.

"Am I going to die here?" A sense of despair flashed through Zhuang Yu's mind.

But at that moment, he remembered Wang Yao, who was anxiously waiting outside the barrier, and her gentle gaze and encouraging eyes.

He can't give up, he has to keep going!

"For Wang Yao's sake, I must not give up!" A powerful force surged in Zhuang Yu's heart. He gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and steadied himself once again.

His eyes were sharp as he watched the spirit's every move, searching for an opportunity to retaliate.

The spirit was somewhat surprised to see that Zhuang Yu was still able to stand up.

He sneered, "What a tenacious brat! But you will ultimately die by my sword!" With that, he swung his longsword once more, unleashing an even more ferocious sword aura straight towards Zhuang Yu...

"Wait!" Zhuang Yu suddenly said.

Zhuang Yu suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of calm, "Wait!" This caused the weapon spirit to pause, and the sword energy slightly halted in the air.

Seizing this precious moment, Zhuang Yu focused intently on observing the spirit's every move, quickly analyzing its attack patterns in his mind.

"So that's how it is. Although your sword energy is sharp, there is a slight vibration in your wrist every time you swing it. That's your weakness!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body surged instantly, condensing into a sword of spiritual energy. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, ready to launch a fatal blow.

The spirit's sword energy rushed towards Zhuang Yu again, but he was already prepared.

Just as the sword energy was about to touch his body, Zhuang Yu suddenly leaped to the side, and the sword of spiritual energy drew a perfect arc in the air, striking the spirit's wrist directly.

Qi Ling felt a numbness in his wrist, and the longsword in his hand was actually knocked away by Zhuang Yu's spiritual power sword. The sword spun in the air, making a crisp sound.

"What!" The spirit Zhuang Yu pressed his advantage, swinging his spiritual sword once more, the tip pointing directly at the spirit's heart.

The spirit retreated hastily, but its figure swayed slightly in mid-air, clearly indicating that it had been severely injured.

The light flickered erratically, and the aura of the artifact spirit became unstable.

Zhuang Yu was overjoyed, but remained calm on the surface.

He gripped the sword imbued with spiritual power, his gaze sharp as he locked onto the weapon's spirit.

"This is just the beginning. Do you think I'll let you off so easily?" he said coldly, his tone full of confidence.

The surrounding cultivators stared in disbelief, casting gazes of awe and admiration.

They had never seen a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage force a spirit at the early Nascent Soul stage into a slump in such a short time.

However, just as Zhuang Yu was preparing to attack the artifact spirit further, a violent tremor suddenly came from outside the barrier.

Everyone turned to look and saw that Master Zixiao and Li Ming had ashen faces. Master Zixiao was desperately urging his spiritual power to forcefully break through the edge of the restriction.

His figure flashed and instantly appeared inside the barrier, his spiritual energy condensing into a long sword, pointing directly at Zhuang Yu.

"Zhuang Yu, how dare you beat me to it! Today, I will make you pay the price!" Master Zixiao roared, his eyes flashing with killing intent.