Sword Slashes the Fourteen Realms

Trapped inside the sword formation, Wu Shuang Jiang was both a Cage Sparrow and a prisoner in a lawless realm that suppressed Qi cultivators better than almost anywhere else. He had not expected Chen Ping'an to know how to lay formations too. Earlier, Chen Ping'an's coordination with that sliver of Jiang Shangzhen's willow leaf had let him seize the initiative even against a Fourteen Realm Cultivator. Wu Shuang Jiang was surprised.

Once a Ten Realms martial man closed in, every punch and kick he threw struck like a flying sword. No Peak Cultivator could take such blows lightly.

The toughness of a Qi cultivator's body had always been a weakness. Only those who reached the Fourteen Realms by joining their Dao with heavenly timing or earthly advantage could truly shed their mortal frame and attain long life. Joining one's Dao with human harmony, by contrast, was more about pursuing the utmost killing power and taking a great stride forward.

For a Pure Martial Artist, an almost impassable chasm lay between the ninth and tenth realms. For a mountain-climbing Dao Cultivator, reaching the Fourteen Realms from the Ascension Realm was harder still—harder than ascending to heaven.

Wu Shuang Jiang recalled the green-robed swordsman who had faced Ning Yao. He stood beside "Ning Yao," one on either side of Wu Shuang Jiang, who handed them the four replica immortal swords. "Chen Ping'an" carried Taibai on his back and held Wanfa; "Ning Yao" carried Tianzhen in a sword case and held Daozang. At Wu Shuang Jiang's instruction, the two were to seize an opening and shatter the Small World—or, at the very least, break its restrictions.

As for the sword formation, Wu Shuang Jiang would naturally take it on himself.

In this lawless realm, every use of a Magical Power consumed Spiritual Energy.