Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 1191 - 1187: Contest of Spells

This vast power descended from the sky, like a mountain pressing down.

Chu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, sheathing his sword, and formed a seal with both palms.

Great Demon Suppressing Seal.

A violet-gold handprint materialized in the void.

The towering Demon Suppressing Divine Tree suddenly brightened, its originally gentle radiance weaving into the golden palm.

The golden palm quickly transformed, turning violet-gold, pure gold, pale gold, pale yellow, then white.

The palm’s size grew to that of two palms, then three.

As it flew above his head, reaching three meters in height, it had expanded fourfold.

The crystalline giant palm met the power from the sky.

"Boom..."

There was a loud explosion overhead, like a thunder shock.

Everyone was suddenly dizzy, nearly unable to stand.

Their blood surged violently, as though their hearts might leap from their chests.

With a muffled sound, the giant palm shattered into crystalline fragments, scattering in all directions.

Chu Zhiyuan squinted slightly, changing the hand seals with both hands, like two blooming flowers.

The towering Demon Suppressing Divine Tree swayed gently, its movements nearly synchronized with the changes in his hands.

The soft starlight fell faster, diving into the giant palm fragments.

The scattered fragments regrouped at the center, once again forming a giant palm.

The giant palm was crystalline, like an ice sculpture, and more substantial than before.

It struck upwards once again.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound was like thunder.

Blood flowed from everyone’s mouths.

The golden sword at Chu Zhiyuan’s waist suddenly flew into the air, slicing lightly.

"Tear!"

Like the ripping of silk.

Then, a fierce wind rose, lifting the surrounding white curtains into the sky.

Those holding the curtains were all masters, but their blood had been shaken by the earlier shock, caught off guard by the sudden wind, causing them to let go.

The white curtains were swept into the sky, everyone’s clothes flapping violently, as if they might be blown away at any moment.

They steadied themselves with cultivation, looking up to the sky.

In the void above, the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree shook violently, seemingly also bearing the brunt of the gale.

As it swayed intensely, its gentle white light transformed into golden light.

The golden light formed a golden shield, covering the mountain peak and enveloping everyone.

A strange feeling rose in everyone’s hearts: peace and joy.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up, gazing into the void, vaguely seeing a giant floating in the air.

A ten-meter tall figure, with three faces shrouded in golden light, indiscernible.

Yet the enormous body exuded sacredness and grandeur, making one want to kneel involuntarily.

Chu Zhiyuan formed seals with both hands.

This time, the branches of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree stretched towards the giant body.

They were about to wrap it up.

The giant clapped its hands, turning them into golden handprints, floating towards the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree like Chu Zhiyuan’s Great Demon Suppressing Palm.

Chu Zhiyuan furrowed his brow.

The branches of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree waved, sprinkling golden light towards the giant palm.

"Bang!"

Another explosion rang out from the void.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree shook violently as if blown by a fierce wind, its golden light flickering.

But the branches suddenly extended, instantly touching the giant shadow in the void.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of explosions echoed in the void, like a string of thunder shocks.

The light tree broke apart again and again but reassembled, wrapping around the giant shadow once more.

People looked up, finally seeing the existence of the giant shadow.

The immense figure seemed like a divine presence, rendering them immobile.

Not only their bodies, but even their minds became incredibly sluggish, unable to function.

If the giant shadow were to attack them, they could almost only wait helplessly for death.

This feeling made them angry, desperately trying to operate cultivation, yet unable to escape this state. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Fury was futile, overwhelmed by powerlessness.

Chu Zhiyuan continuously formed seals, one Great Demon Suppressing Seal after another.

The golden sword that hovered nearby suddenly flew up, shooting towards the giant shadow in the void.

The branches of the light tree gradually stopped breaking, firmly wrapping around the giant shadow.

The golden sword finally arrived, shooting straight towards the brow of its central smiling face, then slashing at the brows of the other two faces.

The golden sword seemed to be wielded by an invisible hand, agile and swift.

"Buzz..."

A ripple like water spread through the void, as if waves were rippling.

In the next moment, cracks appeared in the giant shadow in the void, and it shattered into pieces of golden light, gradually disappearing.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree returned to calm, its extended branches gently drooping, shedding soft starlight once more.

Everyone exhaled a long breath.

Huang Zhengyang stared at Chu Zhiyuan in awe.

Chu Zhiyuan’s eyes burned fiercely, making it hard to look directly, like a divine presence in the world.

He formed seals again, his astonishing aura quickly reined in.

In a blink, he returned to being gentle and calm, the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree above his head slowly dissipating.

"What is this...?" Huang Zhengyang asked in shock, "What kind of secret technique is this?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "A secret technique passed down from Guanghan Palace."

"Incredible!" Huang Zhengyang marveled, "Was that the Undying Evil Venerable earlier?"

"Only its power transformed," Chu Zhiyuan replied, "Without destroying the body of the Undying Evil Venerable, I suppose it will still send down a statue."

"Or maybe it’s severed the connection with this world!" Huang Zhengyang said solemnly, "If so, there’s hope to destroy the Undying Evil Venerable!"

Their goal was not to kill the Undying Evil Venerable, but to prevent its power from descending.

The Undying Evil Venerable was not in this world; it was nearly impossible to kill it completely.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Let’s see how effective it is."

Huang Zhengyang marveled, "Truly an eye-opener, I never imagined such a secret technique could exist, and that you, Brother Chu, could master it!"

This secret technique transcended the realm of martial arts, godlike and miraculous.

He couldn’t imagine how one could master such a secret technique, possessing such power.

When the giant shadow appeared in the void, he felt as if he were bound, unable to move.

His cultivation seemed like a child’s in front of the Undying Evil Venerable, revealing the secret technique’s might.

His gaze fell on the golden sword.

The golden sword floated back to Chu Zhiyuan, gently sheathing itself.

"This sword..." Huang Zhengyang observed the golden sword.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "After countless refinements, this sword has become quite spiritual."

"A good sword!" Huang Zhengyang exclaimed, "I hope this secret technique can stop more statues from descending."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

The more statues came down, the more gold dust, and the stronger the golden sword would become.

But the more statues, the more trouble, possibly causing more innocent deaths.

Ultimately, it wasn’t his decision, but he would go with the flow.

At that moment, a figure floated over from afar, approaching Huang Zhengyang to transmit a message secretly.

Huang Zhengyang’s expression grew heavy as he waved the youth away.

Huang Zhengyang looked at Chu Zhiyuan, "Brother Chu, another statue has descended."

"Let’s go," Chu Zhiyuan said solemnly.

...

In the morning, the bright sun shone over the bustling Imperial City.

At the Heavenly Sword Branch, Chu Zhiyuan sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opening his eyes.

The golden sword on his lap began to darken in its richness, leaning closer to black than violet-gold.

Having destroyed six statues at once yesterday, the golden sword underwent a transformation.

He gently stroked the sword, as if touching his own arm.

The fusion with the golden sword deepened.

Especially after mastering the secret technique of Guanghan Palace, he became even more intimately connected with the sword.

As the fusion with the golden sword and mastering the secret technique progressed, he felt himself drawing closer to the Nine Transitions Venerable.

He rose and moved to the courtyard; the mixed aromas of breakfast wafted through the air.

He gazed upward into the void.

The spectral image of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree stood there, gently swaying.

He was wondering if he could truly move the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree from the Demon Suppression Palace above him.

Currently pursuing this idea, if he could bring the true form of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree, its power would far exceed the present.

Why could the Undying Evil Venerable come and go as it pleased? Why couldn’t the power be projected into the Undying Evil Venerable’s world to kill it?

Being passively attacked all this time seemed a waste of martial cultivation.