Dark Forest, Primordial Spirit Transformed into Wood

The wooden sword led the way, weaving through the skies above the sea of clouds.

A Mahayana Stage cultivator's treasure could not compare to Lu Bei's Golden Light Divine Speed, but it could cross a thousand miles in the blink of an eye and was still astonishingly fast.

Below the sea of clouds, strange peaks rose high, while bamboo groves and pavilions formed a distinctive landscape.

The wooden sword descended above the bamboo grove. It seemed to have struck some kind of barrier; its Primordial Spirit imprint was wiped away in an instant, its divine radiance withdrew, and it fell to the ground with a series of clinks.

"Dao Venerable Guangfa!"

Lu Bei looked on in heartache. To a cultivator, a Primordial Spirit imprint was even more important than hands and feet were to an ordinary person. To have it forcibly wiped away—how painful must that have been!

Dao Venerable Guangfa had already been grievously wounded, and now this was adding frost to snow. Wouldn't he need to spend three to five years recovering before he could get out of bed?

Thinking of this, Lu Bei beckoned with his hand and levitated the wooden sword into his grasp. He swept his sleeve over it to wipe away the dust, then swallowed it in one gulp.

Let's just say it was destroyed by the Reincarnation Heart Venerable.

Gu Zongchen acted as if he had seen nothing. He took one step forward, and Buddha light illuminated everything as countless strands spread and unfurled downward.

Rumble—!

The heavens and earth thundered. The strange peaks, bamboo groves, pavilions, and even the ground and sky all seemed to turn into a water's surface. Ripples stirred by falling rocks spread in every direction.

The calm was shattered, balance destroyed. The ripples transformed into a raging tide,