How could this blade of grass before it cultivate?
Throughout the long span of several million years, the Formation Spirit had never seen a plant cultivator.
Even Immortal Medicines, the most mysterious beings in the world, which could endlessly undergo nirvana and reincarnation and produce longevity substance on their own, could not cultivate.
Though it had never met the Azure Emperor and did not know he was an Immortal Medicine, it was quite familiar with Immortal Medicines. There was one in the Immortal Ascension Ground right now.
Immortal Medicines possessed intelligence but could not cultivate. They generally followed ancient sovereigns and Great Emperors for protection, and their escape methods were first-rate. Anyone below a Great Emperor would find them difficult to capture.
If even Immortal Medicines could not do it, how had this blade of grass before it managed?
No matter how it racked its brains, it could not understand.
Meanwhile, a little white tiger's head poked out from behind the figure, looking curiously at the grass before him.
Truly a sneaky little kitty!
The Formation Spirit set Jiang Zhu down and rooted him beside the Immortal Pool. Though it did not know how this blade of grass had embarked on the path of cultivation, that did not stop it from looking favorably upon such an extraordinarily gifted plant.
After all, had it not known how to read the times, it would have vanished beneath the empress's Great Dao Treasure Bottle long ago.
Besides, it knew a legend. Countless tens of thousands of years before the Mythological Era, there had supposedly been a blade of grass that cut down the sun, moon, and stars.
It might as well forge a favorable bond.
"From now on, you may move freely here, except within the Immortal Pool."
The Formation Spirit left a mark on one of Jiang Zhu's leaves, then vanished without a trace.
The clanging of metalworking had woken it earlier. Now that peace had returned, it could go back to sleep.
After the Formation Spirit disappeared, the little white tiger remained where he was, watching Jiang Zhu and constantly batting at his leaves with a forepaw.
As Jiang Zhu looked at the mark on his leaf, his taut nerves finally relaxed. He really did not want to experience having his life and death in someone else's hands again. He had only meant to brush against the edge, yet suddenly found himself inside.
Since he was already here, he had to harvest something. Looking at the Medicine Kings growing everywhere around him, Jiang Zhu's shameless tears nearly flowed from the corners of his mouth.
He recalled the information the Formation Spirit had left behind. As long as he did not lay a finger on the Immortal Pool, he would be fine.
"Then I'll start with you." Jiang Zhu turned toward the little white tiger who kept batting at his leaves. This little white tiger was none other than an Immortal Medicine.
The White Tiger Divine Medicine had originally been the White Tiger Immortal King of the Immortal Domain. After his death, he became the White Tiger Immortal Medicine, and after suffering a slash from the age of declining dharma, he had become an Immortal Medicine.
Essentially all Immortal Medicines were formed from fallen Immortal King Giants, which was why they could produce longevity substance on their own.
"Could you give me a little of your sap?" Jiang Zhu communicated with the little white tiger through his thoughts, taking out precious blood in the hope of making a trade.
At those words, the little white tiger flattened his ears sideways as though his fur had bristled. He vanished instantly, then reappeared in the distance, watching Jiang Zhu warily.
I thought he was after my fruit. Who knew he was after my body!
Jiang Zhu took out another large mass of precious blood and placed it on the ground, constantly soothing him with his thoughts. He needed only a tiny amount, nothing that would damage his origin, and this precious blood was a token of thanks.
Though the immortal valley was rich in spiritual vitality, with hundreds of millions of strands of immortal qi, and this precious blood was nothing special here, it could still offer a new flavor.
The little white tiger looked at the precious blood, then at Jiang Zhu, sizing him up repeatedly. Finally, he reluctantly extracted a little sap and sent it flying toward him.
Overjoyed, Jiang Zhu hurriedly sent the precious blood in his possession toward the little white tiger. He also activated the Demon-Refining Pot, sending a continuous stream of precious blood toward him, stopping only when the little white tiger communicated his wishes. At the same time, he refined the white tiger divine sap he had obtained.
The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass true spirit on the Demon-Refining Pot instantly reached completion. Jiang Zhu activated the true spirit totem, intending to fully master his second true spirit transformation here.
The transformation of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass true spirit was much gentler than the True Dragon Transformation. Perhaps that was because Jiang Zhu's body had already become immensely powerful after his first transformation. After all, during the Immortal Ancient Era, true dragons were beings that could become Immortal Kings upon reaching adulthood. They were indeed somewhat stronger than Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
Though only the strongest members of the dragon race could be called true dragons, even pure-blooded dragons were rare in the world today. There was really nothing wrong with Jiang Zhu calling himself a true dragon.
What was more, he possessed the True Dragon Secret Art!
After a little over half a month, Jiang Zhu's transformation succeeded.
The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass transformation had not taken as long as the true dragon's, nor had it given Jiang Zhu another complete, bone-deep rebirth. It had merely raised his already powerful physique another notch.
His physical strength was now enough to rival that of an ordinary Four Extremes cultivator. Azure radiance wreathed his entire body, and his nine sword-shaped leaves held supreme sword intent, as though they could cleave the void and split the stars.
As expected, under the effects of the Demon-Refining Pot and origin blood, Jiang Zhu once again resonated with heaven and earth and witnessed the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's final, world-shaking battle.
That day, the sky was bright and the clouds clear. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was cultivating where he had taken root when four Immortal Kings from the Foreign Realm suddenly crossed into this world, appearing right at his rooted ground.
Among those four Immortal Kings were no fewer than three giants: Wushang, Pumaking, and the Crimson King. The last was Anlan, who likewise enjoyed tremendous renown in the Foreign Realm.
The moment they appeared, an earth-shattering battle erupted between them. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass unleashed a supreme killing art from the outset. His nine sword leaves burst with endless sword qi, tearing apart seas of stars, slicing open the universe, and even piercing through space and time as they slashed toward the four Immortal Kings who had appeared so abruptly.
The four Immortal Kings had towering bodies wreathed in dense chaos qi, obscuring their faces. They stood high above all, watching eras rise and perish, and struck at the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass together.
Anlan protected himself with the Undying Shield. The Crimson Peak Spear in his hand pierced the starry sky and abruptly appeared beside the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, its tip powerful enough to destroy a great world as it thrust straight at his body.
Wushang wielded a Bronze War Halberd, fighting his way toward the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. All sword intent dissolved before him. He possessed an unrivaled divine ability that granted immunity to magical power, leaving him untouched by all arts.
The Crimson King activated the Red King's Furnace, which descended with crushing force like the vault of heaven. At the same time, he unleashed a supreme secret method, continually manipulating time to disrupt the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's attacks.
Pumaking charged forward in a frenzy, scattering dandelion seeds across the sky. The power within these seeds was enough to destroy galaxies, and they continually shattered the sword grass's attacks.
The sword grass glowed all over, projections of the stars across the heavens emerging on every leaf. His roots plunged into the void to draw out chaos origin, and his sword intent condensed into a single line that swallowed every World-Destroying Secret Art his opponents unleashed. A streak of sword light split the universe and severed space and time.
For a time, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, who had yet to become a king, fought the four Immortal Kings until heaven and earth grew dark. Violent auras surged into the sky, and beneath the shock waves, countless great worlds trembled while stars fell like rain.
Sadly, though the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass possessed world-shaking combat strength, he could not overcome such overwhelming numbers. In the end, he fell after exhausting his origin.
Once his resonance with the imprints of heaven and earth ended, Jiang Zhu obtained the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's Precious Technique as he had hoped: the Grass Character Sword Art, one of the three strongest sword arts since ancient times.
Jiang Zhu immersed himself in comprehending the Grass Character Sword Art. It had no elaborate moves, only supreme sword intent that could cut through anything. Though its wielder had a body of grass and wood, it held the will to cleave eternity.
At the same time, a new manifestation appeared in his Sea of Bitterness: the earth-shattering battle between the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and the four Immortal Kings.
"What should I name this manifestation? Heavenly Abyss Immortal Map?" Jiang Zhu agonized over its name. The Ten Fiends had all fought endlessly against the Foreign Realm. He could hardly call every manifestation an Immortal Map or Immortal Map.
Recalling the strike with which the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass had cut down countless stars, he said, "Why not call it Sword Grass Splits the Starry Firmament!"
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