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The sword light flowed endlessly, with two fingers subtly shifting and transforming the Spell. Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Sima Wuduan engaged in a fierce exchange, utilizing the Dust Realm and Huashen Dong to unleash their Sword Technique, Sword Intent, and Spell to their fullest potential within just half an hour. Their movements were fluid; often, as one technique was completed, they would already begin to change into another. Even though their actions were not earth-shattering, they were like hidden currents beneath the sea, filled with unseen dangers.
Several times, Sima Wuduan attempted to use Spiritual Feedback to turn Tenglan's swordsmanship against him. Each time, however, Tenglan saw through the ploy and seized the opportunity to launch a strong counterattack, causing Sima Wuduan to lose the advantage he had due to his slightly higher cultivation level.
Yet attempts did not equate to mistakes. The two fought intensely for half an hour without showing any signs of fatigue. If it had been a Huashen Dong practitioner, they would have likely exhausted themselves and made a grave error by now. Tian Zai observed them and noted that neither showed even a hint of weariness, further highlighting the terrifying capabilities of Transcendent Practitioners.
As the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword approached Sima Wuduan's face within mere inches, he finally ceased using his fingers to cast spells. Instead, he delivered a powerful punch to the back of the sword, forcefully knocking it away. He then stepped forward with his left foot and charged at Tenglan.
With a grunt, Tenglan found himself unable to redirect the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword in time. He braced himself for a direct confrontation with Sima Wuduan. The impact of Sima's punch forced Tenglan back thirty paces until the sword flew above Sima's head once more, ready to launch another attack.
The sky was as clear as blue water; after yet another failed assault from the Azure Wave Vinewood Sword, it returned to rest before Tenglan. Slowly, it transformed into a towering ancient tree. In just a few breaths, new buds sprouted from the ancient wood, cleansing the murky air around them. The roots dug deep into the ground, drawing water from nowhere and forming a clear lake.
A domain?
Hearing Sima Wuduan's astonished voice, all the onlooking practitioners felt that such an otherworldly phenomenon could only be attributed to a true immortal. However, while they had heard of domains before, how Tenglan achieved this remained a mystery known only to him.
Liangxiaoshan looked at Hong Yulong and asked Xiao Zhang for clarification without needing words; it was clear he had not spoken up.
There was a remarkable synergy between one's magical artifact and their abilities; not only did one need a mid-grade artifact but also a cultivation method that was passed down through generations. Thus, I don't deny that every Transcendent Practitioner could manifest a domain. My Ruby Dragon Spear might be capable of it; however, my Jade Dragon Armor cannot. His Great Halberd may have been acquired from outside his Sect as well, which is why he cannot manifest a domain either. Tenglan's Azure Wave Vinewood Sword likely came from Ke Zhen'e; its cultivation method perfectly fused with the sword allowed for such an exquisite domain.
It resembled Sealing the Heavens in many ways. Hong Yulong slightly sensed Yi Dong but found that he was too far away to grasp the specific subtleties of the domain.
It was quite different; "Sealing the Heavens" could limit "Huashen Dong" cultivators, while the domain did not enhance communication between the surrounding space and the cultivators, nor could it change the spiritual energy attributes within the cultivators' vicinity. One relied on brute force to forcibly isolate the cultivator from heaven and earth, while the other borrowed the power of heaven and earth to assist itself. The two were worlds apart.
As they conversed, another cultivator rushed in from a distance—Red Robe Red Tiger. "I don't deny," Ying Zhan thought, recognizing who it was. Yan Dong saw Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and Sima Wuduan engaged in battle, feeling a twinge of excitement. However, Ying Zhan managed to suppress his own urge to fight. In mid-air, a Red Cloud halted his steps as Yuanji observed the clash between Sima Wuduan and Tenglan.
Within the domain, Sima Wuduan slowly closed his eyes. The Purple Nine Nether Cold Qi began to spread outward, intertwining with the Shui Mu spiritual energy emanating from Tenglan's domain. The atmosphere was no longer just a clash of momentum; it was a genuine collision of spiritual energies. Though calm, every inch of transformation in the realm created by the Purple Nine Nether Cold Qi required both Tenglan and Sima Wuduan to exert their utmost strength to create a significant impact.
Yan Dong and his companion seemed like two evenly matched armies; each step forward demanded a heavy price, yet neither side showed any signs of retreat. If no one changed their tactics again, this stalemate would persist until one party completely exhausted their spiritual energy.
An hour later, Ying Zhan glanced at Night Emperor hidden among the fallen trees and yawned in boredom, wondering when that guy would show up.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chunlin, Guo Jia, and Zheng Chenglin arrived one after another. Most of Bu Luo's group were unaware that Xiao Zhang had already been eliminated by Bei Qinping. They chatted about their chances of breaking through while casually mentioning Xiao Zhang.
Hiding in Liangxiaoshan, Xiao Zhang noticed Hong Yulong looking at him with disdain. This made Xiao Zhang feel somewhat embarrassed; losing to Sima Wuduan would be acceptable, but losing to someone at the Peak of Golden Core level would likely lead others to think he was incompetent. Xiao Zhang sighed inwardly.
But he had given it his all; who could blame him for having bad luck and choosing a path that no one else dared to tread? Every time he thought about Gu Ping in Dao Yuan Ling, regret filled his heart. Though unwilling to accept defeat, losing to one's own people was better than losing to outsiders. Xiao Zhang consoled himself with this thought.
Oh.
Just as an hour passed in relative calm, Liangxiaoshan suddenly erupted with astonishing cheers and incredulous screams.
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