This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

However, Lu Qingshan did not become arrogant. He was very aware of his own shortcomings.

Although he could perfectly control his own strength, this did not change the fact that his foundation was that of a Qi Refining Cultivator.

The skills such as "Sword Control," "Flying Sword," "Sword Intent," "Sword Light Differentiation," and so on, that high-rank Sword Cultivators could master, were all skills that he neither knew at the moment nor had learned.

At this point, if he were to directly confront a Fifth Grade of the Demon Race, he truly would not be a match.

This was not a gap in strength, but a difference in skill and realm.

But when fighting these Third and Fourth Grade demons, under the powerful strength augmented by the Power of the Mountains and Seas, he could entirely achieve victory through brute force, pushing through destructively.

Yuan Yang True Venerable, under the enhancement of the Power of the Mountains and Seas, fighting three Fifth Grade Demon Refiners, was evidently not a problem.

Thus, supporting Yuan Yang True Venerable didn’t require immediate urgency.

...

Sword Lights constantly flashed.

Lu Qingshan, holding a sword in the Demon Sea, kept weaving through, lunging left and then charging right.

At this moment, he was like a ghost reaping lives—cruel, resolute, with a killing intent that soared to the skies!

His movements were clean and efficient, without a trace of superfluity. Every thrust of his sword was aimed toward vital spots like the demons’ necks and heads.

Wherever the long sword reached, flesh and blood flew.

The damage inflicted by a Void Refining Sword Cultivator, even if it was just a plain slash, was not something these Third and Fourth Grade demons could withstand.

Exhilarating!

The scent of blood on Lu Qingshan had already become so dense that it couldn’t be waved away.

His killing intent grew stronger, and his pupils turned even redder, yet his mind became clearer and clearer.

This was a true Sword Cultivator, a cold-blooded killing machine.

The stronger his killing intent, the calmer his heart became.

...

Soon, what seemed like an endless number of demons, began to show signs of not having enough successors under Lu Qingshan’s rapid clearance.

Lu Qingshan did not stop as he saw the situation was temporarily under control.

His form surged explosively.

With a fierce momentum and soaring killing intent, he charged towards where Yuan Yang True Venerable was.

There were still three Fifth Grade Demon Refiners there.

"You—" Seeing Lu Qingshan, who carried the unique piercing aura of a Sword Cultivator, joining his battlefield, Yuan Yang True Venerable didn’t know what reaction was appropriate.

It was really because Lu Qingshan’s performance far exceeded his expectations.

Even he was not confident that he could do better than Lu Qingshan had done.

But now was not the time to express astonishment.

Seeing Lu Qingshan supporting him, Yuan Yang True Venerable, who was rich in combat experience, immediately reacted and coordinated with Lu Qingshan.

Originally evenly matched despite being outnumbered three to one, Yuan Yang True Venerable, upon Lu Qingshan joining the battle, quickly turned the fight one-sided.

...

After about ten breaths of time, a massive head flew off, and a rain of blood sprayed through the air.

Three Fifth Grade Demon Refiners, dead!

Lu Qingshan stood quietly in the same spot, scanning the surroundings.

The area, as far as the eye could see, was surprisingly empty.

Although Yuan Yang True Venerable looked thoroughly exhausted, a smile couldn’t help but surface on his face as he was just about to step forward and say something to Lu Qingshan, when—

A thunderous booming sound came from far away.

Lu Qingshan and Yuan Yang True Venerable simultaneously turned their gaze towards where the booming sound was coming from.

In the distance, atop a sky-piercing mountain that was originally shrouded in black mist, an intensely bright and dazzling light burst through, breaking the mist.

In that moment, the entire world between heaven and earth was filled with dazzling spiritual light.

Immediately following, there was a disturbance in the spiritual mechanisms of heaven and earth, and a black, mile-high tornado cyclone arose out of nowhere!

Afterward, the tornado released sky-covering spiritual energy, and although the energy was incredibly vibrant, it was unattainable and impossible to absorb, quickly dispersing into the environment and blending with this world.

Magnificent yet tragic.

This was a Heavenly Dao phenomenon.

Only when a tremendously powerful Cultivator died, such a scene would appear.

These Cultivators had grown so powerful by devouring countless amounts of Spiritual Power from the world.

If not returned, over time, the Spiritual Mechanisms within the world would gradually fade away and eventually turn into a barren wasteland.

Thus, upon their death, powerful Cultivators would return the Spiritual Power to the world in the form of a Dao-vanishing celestial phenomenon.

This was the law of Heavenly Dao.

Only the death of one person from the Mountain and Sea Pavilion could create such an astonishing Dao-vanishing celestial phenomenon.

Lu Qingshan and Yuan Yang True Venerable both understood what it signified.

The Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion had died in battle!

"Your Sect Master is dead!" A sinister and dull voice came from between the Giant Peak and Spirit Mountain, "You disciples of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion should stop struggling in vain."

This was meant to dissolve the remaining will to fight of the Cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Pavilion.

Lu Qingshan looked nearby.

Wave after wave of the Demon Race was rushing toward them.

Lu Qingshan and Yuan Yang True Venerable exchanged a glance.

Their will to fight did not diminish with the passing of the Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion; instead, it grew even more intense.

Facing the surging Demon Race, Lu Qingshan and True Venerable Yuan Yang did not retreat but advanced instead.

Following closely behind them were all the surviving Cultivators defending the Spirit Vein.

...

...

When Lu Qingshan came back to his senses.

He had already moved from the Wuya Peak Spirit Vein battlefield filled with the Demon Race to an attic.

The surroundings were empty.

Lu Qingshan was startled.

This was different from the scene he remembered.

This final instance settlement scene should have been surrounded by cabinets filled with Cultivation Techniques and Techniques jade slips.

As Lu Qingshan looked around uncertainly.

A figure of a middle-aged man in a white robe quietly appeared before Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan looked at the man’s face, as if understanding something, and slightly bowed to the middle-aged Cultivator.

"Sect Master."

Indeed, the figure in front of him was the Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion Lu Qingshan had seen from a distance at the Wuya Peak summit.

"The Mountain and Sea Pavilion has long been destroyed, what kind of Sect Master am I now?" came a very gentle voice.

Lu Qingshan remained silent.

The Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion was unconcerned about Lu Qingshan’s silence.

He stretched out his hand, and with a light touch in the air.

Images that had never appeared in the Ruin Realm floated in the air.

...

That night, the Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion had traversed all the mountains of the Pavilion and met all its disciples.

The sky was still dark as he stood motionless in the air, his mind wandering beyond the heavens.

After a long, long time, when the day was about to dawn.

He finally came back to his senses, as if having decided on something, he slightly grasped at the void, and a black orb of light appeared in his hand.

The Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion looked at the black orb in his hand, pondered for a moment.

Finally, he confirmed his thoughts, and gently swiped over his brow, a shallow Soul Body appearing in front of him.

At the same time, the face of the Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion turned deathly pale in that instant.

He had split off a small part of his Divine Soul.

The separated Soul Body, looking at the Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion, humanly nodded its head, and then plunged into the black orb of light in the hands of the Sect Master.

The Sect Master of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion saw this scene, and slightly nodded his head.

Afterward, he suspended the black orb in mid-air, and with both hands made Seal Gestures, casting one spell after another onto the black orb.

At the break of dawn, he waved the black orb, sending it shooting straight down below the grounds of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion, where it instantaneously vanished any trace of its presence.