Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 666 - 666 665 Speechless Ending 3

666: Chapter 665: Speechless Ending 3 666: Chapter 665: Speechless Ending 3 In the midst of Hou Niao’s astonished gaze, a purple lightning bolt as thick as a child’s arm split the sky, seeming to be the last strength of the Pocket World.

As the lightning flickered, the Sensing Pocket World also exhausted its last energy reserve, beginning a countdown to collapse.

Tang Yan’s eyes gleamed with fascination, and his entire Method of Myself trembled under the purple lightning.

The Heavenly Dao is just, and after depriving him of the right to break the Heaven and Earth Chains, it compensated him adequately.

This compensation was that within the last bolt of lightning, he discovered the ultimate secret of the thunder!

Thunder Pill!

Realizing this opportunity, he cast aside any concerns about the Heavenly Dao possibly punishing him for taking shortcuts in his cultivation and also recognized that thunder might be an important direction in his future cultivation.

As a cultivator, there was none who did not revere thunder; having reached the Golden Core Realm, he needed a new direction.

Wasn’t this like a pillow appearing when one is drowsy, perfectly timely?

Thus, even though the Thunder Pill rattled his entire body, causing signs of collapse in his Method of Myself, he still deeply imprinted the Ancient Thunder Talisman onto his not yet fully formed Golden Core.

It was worth taking the risk; better to perish with greed than to live with regret.

All his mana surged as a strong will unleashed all his potential.

During the most dangerous moment, his Dharma Body was a step away from collapse, but ultimately, he persevered.

Feeling the unusual Thunder Pill in his Dantian, he believed his ascension was truly unique; none throughout the continent could match his Thunder Pill!

From the results alone, it seemed like a blessing in disguise, didn’t it?

Breaking the Heaven and Earth Chains would still require competing in many Constellation True Inheritances; being one of twelve chosen might not even fall to him, but this Thunder Pill was a palpable gain, with no one to vie against him for it!

His eyes sharp as knives, he rushed toward the direction of the Sword Cultivator.

Had his realm been stable and the Pocket World not on the brink of collapse, he would have been inclined to execute the Sword Cultivator on the spot.

Now was not the time; he was just stabilizing his newly formed Golden Core, and everything needed careful understanding and should not be lightly disturbed.

However, he could already foresee the Sword Cultivator’s imminent demise.

At that moment, inside the small world, chaos reigned supreme; the Dao Realm was collapsing, nature was imploding, and the laws were changing, ushering in the moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

They were directly involved in the collapse of the Pocket World, but they would not witness its rebirth; whoever imposed the restriction ensured that when the Pocket World was reborn, everything would start anew with all laws reset, heralding a period of seclusion for the Pocket World, disallowing any creatures from lingering.

Naturally, the two were ejected against their will.

…The changes in the Sensing Pocket World did not escape the observation of those outside.

When the Pocket World began its drastic transformation, everyone could distinctly feel that aura of destruction, but they were powerless to intervene.

Not a single Golden Core, even if a Nascent Transformation elder were there, could do anything about it—such were the natural laws of the heavens and earth, beyond human interference.

Everything was in utter chaos!

The Pocket World was collapsing, but the auras of the two humans inside were extremely peculiar.

Tang Yan’s aura had grown to an incredible level of strength and was exceptionally stable; whereas Hou Niao’s aura, after dropping to a certain extent, stabilized as well.

Looking at each other, they could not fathom what exactly had occurred inside that could have led to such a bizarre situation.

Was it a battle?

It didn’t quite seem like it.

They had no time to ponder further as vague flashes of lightning appeared on the exterior of the landscape bonsai.

As the lightning ramped up, neither mountains nor water retained their former states; the entire landscape transformed into a huge rock, dark and impenetrable, making it impossible to discern the auras of the two inside from then on.

The restless Daoist from Qing Mountain exclaimed, “The Pocket World has collapsed, what about the people inside?

Can they get out?”

He dared not voice another concern: whether those inside would become sacrifices to the rebirth of the Pocket World.

No one answered him, for the outcome was already apparent.

In the moment the landscape bonsai transformed into a rock, two figures were ejected out…

Everyone looked over; Hou Niao appeared calm as if nothing had happened, and his overall condition differed not much from when he had entered, save for his scorched robe, it seemed he was not injured.

Tang Yan also emerged unscathed.

On the contrary, he was in very good shape, unspeakably well, so well that he had ascended beyond the Natural Realm!

Daoist Jin could no longer control his demeanor and cried out in surprise, “Teacher, nephew, how did you manage to form your core?”

Tang Yan was somewhat embarrassed, not knowing how to explain; it seemed no explanation could cover up his inability.

While hesitating, Hou Niao interjected,

“The choice of location was not good.

Whose idea was it?

We were just about to decide the victor when the Pocket World collapsed, nearly burying us inside.

Brother Tang, seeking a way out, resolutely ascended to change his fate…”

This explanation was somewhat contrived, but given the suddenness of events, no one could dispute it; they had to accept whatever those who experienced it said.

Daoist Jin turned his puzzled gaze to Tang Yan, awaiting his personal explanation.

What could Tang Yan explain?

That he was actually framed by the Sword Cultivator?

That he didn’t really want to form his core?

That he, as a prominent Constellation True Inheritor, had no power over an ordinary disciple of the Shan Sect?

Tiring of talk, he simply nodded slightly, “Roughly so, details to be disclosed later; things have concluded here and cannot proceed further, let’s head back first and then devise a plan.”

At the very least, the Sword Cultivator’s words, in this context, had maximized saving his face.

Considering this, he didn’t mind letting this person live a few more days.

Meanwhile, Tang Yan knew well that there might be undisclosed schemes behind the Sword Cultivator’s superficially informed and tactful attitude.

But it could also be that seeing him form his core, the Cultivator had opportunistically shown weakness, hoping that Tang Yan would not seek vengeance later.

How could that be possible, that a few words could settle their grievances and erase such profound humiliation?

He would see, day by day, how he would decimate this person, otherwise he couldn’t alleviate the resentment in his heart.

Daoists Jin and Gu were utterly confused, and it was not the time to ask more.

This duel had ended in such a way that no one had anticipated.

Both men were unharmed, and their realms had increased?

It seemed more like a trial than a fight to the death.

But the conditions to continue were no longer present; it was okay that the Pocket World was sealed, but the mismatch between their realms now made it unfair; if someone had ascended in the midst of the duel and killed, that might be acceptable, but now that it had ended, it would be unfair for someone with Golden Core capabilities to bully someone of the Natural Realm, going against the so-called rules of the Cultivation World.

The four swiftly departed, bombarded with countless questions along the way.

They had too many unresolved problems, and Tang Yan also needed to plan how to diplomatically navigate past this embarrassing defeat.