Chapter 50: Ever Seen Swordplay Falling from the Sky?

Originally, Chu Huaizhou and Bai Li planned to reach Leng Qingqiu, hoping to get an eighth-grade pill from her.

But seeing Leng Qingqiu—
Even with the dragon vein’s boost and late Great Vehicle strength—
Struggling so fiercely…
It was clear they’d be crippled by the bizarre dao charm and maddening whispers if they got close.

Chu Huaizhou would likely die on the spot.

Thankfully, en route, Bai Li caught a familiar scent, leading them to a yellow talisman buried in the ground—containing the pill!

When asked who left it, Bai Li mumbled, only saying:

“Use it, it’s fine.”

Now, it was their only shot—a desperate stand!

But first, he’d try the ring’s one-time recovery.

An eighth-grade pill was worth millions of top-grade spirit stones.

Channeling spiritual energy into the ring, he activated its effect.

Instantly, a flood of pure, potent medicinal power—warmer than what he felt at Heavenly Sword Peak—surged through his body.
His spirits lifted.

This could work!

With a familiar crack, his Golden Core shattered again.

Under Bai Li’s illusion, his aura soared—
Nascent Soul!
Spirit Transformation!
Void Refining!
Body Integration!
Great Vehicle!

His dao charm emerged, merging with the dao, his pressure swelling until even Bai Li’s illusions strained.

Finally—peak late Tribulation, half-step Ascension!

Chu Huaizhou was fully restored… if only briefly!

Bai Li’s illusion hit its limit.
Unable to withstand his Tribulation-stage pressure, it shattered with a pop.

Whoosh!

The sect masters, sensing the sudden terrifying spike, turned sharply—eyes wary.

Their thoughts raced:

[Amitabha, is it my mistake, or has Donor Chu advanced further? Is he feigning weakness to lure something out?]

[Radish, I’m outta here! Chu Sword Immortal’s dao charm is too terrifying!]

[What’s Chu and Wan’er’s deal? Either way, I can’t compete…]

[As expected of Sect Master Chu, I knew he was fine…]

[That useless jerk! Why hold back this power? Making me worry for nothing—such bad taste!]

Chu Huaizhou felt boundless spiritual energy roaring through him—unstoppable!

Every meridian and acupoint brimmed with mountain-moving might.
His every move naturally drew the world’s invisible “dao.”

An indescribable yet tangible dao charm enveloped him.

Though his understanding remained childlike, wielding divine power clumsily—
The authority to command the heavens was real!

He lacked nothing now.

Gazing at the Calamity Plague Emperor, fear vanished.
He wanted to crush it.

Bullying my disciples? You’re dead!

His mind was crystal clear, sensing the vast but fleeting spiritual energy slipping away like sand.

Five seconds left!

Glancing at Bai Li, he whispered:

“Hold tight.”

Bai Li blinked, baffled.

“Huh? I’m not scared… meow!”

A simple step—
Yet it carried the supreme sword dao truth.

Like slicing through tofu, he passed the scripture barrier instantly—appearing before Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian.

One second gone!

Leng Qingqiu’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of her master.

Her first thought wasn’t joy… but fear—

He has no cultivation!

Ripples of spacetime flickered at her fingertips, ready to burn her foundation to send him away.

Xia Baiqian, too, hurried her core gu to shield him, heedless of the cost—absorbing the bizarre dao charm and chaotic knowledge flooding her mind.

But then—

Their desperate moves froze.

A familiar, overwhelming dao pressure—vaster than ever— descended upon them.
Followed by a peerless, all-cleaving sword intent.

It’s Master! His true power!

Only they, who’d lived with him, could recognize it.

Chu Huaizhou stood calmly—
Sword eyes cold, locking onto the writhing rectangular demon with no emotion.

Hum!

The alien dao charm and mind-shattering forbidden knowledge surged at this new threat.

But they couldn’t breach three feet around him!

His pure, razor-sharp sword intent, like the world’s sharpest blade, triggered automatically.
The corrupt dao and chaotic knowledge were ground to nothing—sliced, shattered, purified into pristine dao charm.

Within three feet, his sword qi formed a domain—
Immune to all.
Repelling evil.

Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian’s crushing pressure eased.

Two seconds gone!

Chu Huaizhou’s mind raced, channeling pure Tribulation-stage energy into the Nine Luminaries Abyss Ring.

Like a parched wanderer drinking water, the ring blazed with unprecedented golden light!

A cool female voice echoed in his mind:

Detected: Master’s cultivation at peak late Tribulation. Matching techniques…

Sword Art [Soul-Splitting Sword] upgraded to [Myriad Swords Return].
Sword Art [Shadow Stream Sword] upgraded to [Silent Void Slash].
Breathing Art [Heavenly Restoration] upgraded to [Chaos Origin Seed].

From his waist, Leng Qingqiu’s low-grade Startling Swan Sword leapt free—unsheathing itself and raising high.

He poured spiritual energy into it recklessly.
The blade, unaccustomed to Tribulation-stage power, trembled with a strained, buzzing cry!

“Myriad Swords Return.”

The sky warped above!

Not space breaking—
But billions of radiant sword lights, each forged from supreme sword intent, materializing from nowhere.

Not physical—yet sharper than divine metal, each blade gleamed with a star-cleaving, law-shattering chill!

They locked onto the demon, and their crushing momentum weighed upon the heavens.

Three seconds gone!

“Fall.”

Chu Huaizhou’s sword pointed down—
And the sword-intent galaxy crashed!

Billions of sword lights fell in a heaven-piercing torrent, engulfing the rectangular monster.

Hiss!

The demon’s corrosive mist melted like snow in boiling water!
Its inner starfield ignited and collapsed.
Stars burst and faded—its spatial structure torn apart.

“No… impossible… even Tribulation-stage shouldn’t defy the great one’s will…”

Its despairing roar echoed as it disintegrated into pure dao charm.

A horrific void rift remained where sword intent had scythed—unhealed.

Four seconds gone!