Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 469 - 469 468 Different Choices

469: Chapter 468 Different Choices 469: Chapter 468 Different Choices Hou Niao descended from the sky, crashing down on the altar and smashing the offerings to pieces.

He was not lightly struck.

This was deliberate on the part of the thunderhawk, a retaliation for his behavior of holding his head high all along the way.

Such an occurrence greatly shocked the goddesses.

Historically, though their prayers were quite efficacious, they had never reached the point of summoning a living person from the heavens.

By the dust that had been kicked up, one could assume this person had fallen into a heap of broken flesh.

Thus, the question arose—was this a blessing from the heavens or a punishment?

The mass of goddesses, depending on their rank and status, determined their proximity to the altar; high atop the altar, only the goddesses of the east and west had the privilege to stand, so as to what exactly had fallen, due to the angle of view, none but those two could see.

After all, rank held significance, and beneath a long-cultivated presence, they had become accustomed to so-called life and death.

As the two most powerful women among the natives of Blue Island, their mental fortitude was incomparable to ordinary people’s.

With one look, they both realized he was actually an acquaintance.

“Sisters, lend a hand…

Ow, that was quite a fall!”

Having been intimately involved in the past, they had a fairly good impression of each other, and were very professional…

The West Saintess halted the others who were coming up to show their concern, while the East Saintess knelt down gently to help him up, chuckling behind her hand:

“Sir, you fell from the sky and we thought a Heavenly God had descended to bring salvation to the people of Blue Island.”

Hou Niao moved his body a bit and felt that he was still okay?

Although the Primordial Magnetic Power could seal a cultivator’s mana, it couldn’t seal the physical strength he had developed.

At his realm, to say he was unbreakable would be an overstatement, but to call his physical resilience that of iron and steel would be apt, extremely enduring.

“Just passing by, entertain yourselves, don’t mind me.”

He sat down cross-legged on the spot, adjusting the discomfort caused by the severe turbulence while quietly experiencing the operation of thunder between heaven and earth and the connection between the two Yuan Magnetic Mountains.

The location was good, positioned between the two Yuan Magnetic Mountains, where he could clearly feel the transition between thunder and Primordial Magnetic Force.

He had experienced this twenty years ago, but back then, he knew little about thunder and was self-healing, so his observations weren’t thorough.

This self-verification confirmed the insights he had gained over the years about the relationship between Primordial Magnetic Forces and thunder.

It was amidst such insights that an idea sprouted in his heart: why not transform his Body Skill towards the direction of Primordial Magnetic?

Over the years, he had been searching for the most suitable direction for his cultivation—in terms of Cultivation Techniques, in terms of swordsmanship…

Cultivation was an immensely complex system project, touching on many aspects.

True cultivation was not about choosing a direction upon entry and then following that path for life.

Young cultivators often lack a deep understanding in the early stages of their cultivation about what they truly excel at, necessitating continuous trials and errors throughout the cultivation process, allowing time to sift through their experiences like sand in the waves.

Many people never find their true direction in life, and the result, of course, is achieving nothing.

As for those who truly succeed, they certainly have a clear understanding of themselves.

They do not seek the most prestigious skills on paper, but only those that fit them best, and from there, they soar to great heights.

Hou Niao had been searching for over twenty years and had initially set his Cultivation Technique, but he was uncertain whether he would need to make adjustments as his Realm improved.

His swordsmanship was fully established, with three forms of sword technique that could switch amongst themselves: Body Sword as the primary, followed by Flying Sword, and then hand-held sword…

This style of swordsmanship would likely accompany him for life.

Now he also finally had a direction for his Body Skill, moving past his previous indifferent attitude.

Once he returned, he would start collecting materials in this area; the Shan Sect’s Body Skills did not include any that involved Primordial Magnetic, so he needed to make arrangements on his own.

He also had a rough idea about his Escape Technique; definitely Sword Control as the main, then he needed an Escape Skill that complemented the Sword Control Technique, whether it be Five Elements Escape or something else, he had not made the final decision yet.

There were also auxiliary paths he still didn’t have the capacity to care for…

At least his journey had not been in vain, as determining a direction for development was very beneficial to his Cultivation.

However, the outlook for Body Skill direction was unexpected; the breakthrough he truly needed had yet to come, the barrier in his Sea Of Consciousness remained as before, without a sign of wavering.

He could sense that his time wasn’t abundant; the conversion of thunder in the Yuan Magnetic Mountain certainly wouldn’t last long, recycling—fermenting—sending out…

Just as he was feeling frustrated about whether his trip to Blue Island to chase after thunder would end in vain, the two observing Saintesses exchanged glances.

The West Saintess began,

“Sir, we have troubles that weigh on our minds, I wonder if we might make use of your strength…”

Hou Niao did not hesitate, “My visit won’t last long, a few hours if it’s short, a few days if it’s long, so you may speak of your troubles.

Whether I can resolve them, however, I cannot guarantee.”

The West Saintess wasn’t surprised and spoke softly, “Recently, there has been a strange bird rider lurking around Holy Mountain, sometimes disappearing without a trace.

We suspect he has ventured inside Holy Mountain, but we have no evidence.”

Hou Niao frowned slightly, aware that the strange person she referred to was the bird-riding cultivator he had encountered.

Strictly speaking, he was also an outsider, a difference in Mortal Cultivation.

“Holy Mountain, can people actually enter it?

If you have suspicions, why don’t you investigate it yourselves?”

The West Saintess shook her head, “For us, Holy Mountain’s interior is a forbidden realm.

On one hand, there’s the oath of prohibition handed down from our ancestors, and on the other, movement within Holy Mountain for ordinary people is extremely arduous, like carrying a mountain on one’s back, growing heavier the deeper one goes…”

It was a gravitational Barrier formed by the Primordial Magnetic field, indeed an unbearable burden for mortals who had not undergone physical transformation and were far inferior to cultivators.

Full of doubt, “Your palaces are all on the mountain, and generation after generation have lived here.

You can’t control the passages leading into Holy Mountain from the outside?”

He was unfamiliar with the structure of Holy Mountain, stemming from his lack of desire to obtain any practical items from it.

He had been satisfied by his experiences in the Great Nature, which reflected his attitude towards unusual phenomena.

But while he could think this way, others might not.

The West Saintess sighed, “We can’t seal it.

The East Holy Mountain is relatively manageable, sealed yet accessible, but the West Holy Mountain has a Heavenly Pit.

It’s said to lead straight into the inner parts of Holy Mountain; we can’t seal it, and we dare not.”

Hou Niao thought for a moment, “If people are coming in, that’s normal, especially for outside cultivators.

They won’t care about your taboos.

What I want to know is, do you actually feel someone is doing harm to Holy Mountain?

Or is it just speculation?

Nature’s scenery doesn’t belong to anyone, and it doesn’t matter how long you’ve lived here; it should belong to the entire Continent.

So no one can stop others from entering, but if someone intends to destroy or claim it as their own, that’s a different matter.”