Remould the Glory of Sword Art
Chapter 893: 53: Northbound

Chapter 893: Chapter 53: Northbound

In the past thousand years, have there been any prodigies who fought beyond their level and battled with Yang God?

Yu Wenbo wasn’t sure if figures like Chu Zhu, Daoist Ancestor, and the first emperor of Da Sui could achieve it.

But…

At this moment, Xie Xuanyi had done it.

“You brat…”

Yu Wenbo’s expression was complex, helplessly transmitting his voice, “I can’t figure out, where exactly are you stuck at the Yang God stage?”

“…”

Xie Xuanyi was left speechless.

Comprehending the Life and Death Dual Dao Realm, combined with the Martial Arts Divine Embryo, made him unrivaled in the same realm. But the corresponding price was that, when advancing in major realms, the difficulty increased by tenfold, a hundredfold.

He experienced it once in the Yin God Realm.

Now facing the Yang God Realm, the difficulty of advancing was akin to climbing to the heavens.

Even with the aid of the “Swallowing Dao Scroll,” achieving perfection was still extremely difficult.

However, this sparring session had brought Xie Xuanyi significant gains.

It was utterly different from the previous battle at Yin Mountain.

Although Yu Wenbo’s fist intent lacked killing intent, it was extremely vast!

Every punch he delivered was designed to push Xie Xuanyi into a desperate situation, squeezing his potential, forcing Xie Xuanyi to break through the threshold of the Yang God.

In a sense.

Both of them had reached their limits.

“I have comprehended and mastered seventy percent of my Swallowing Dao Scroll…”

Xie Xuanyi could withstand these hundred punches.

Not just relying on the Dual Dao Realm, Divine Embryo, Undying Spring.

The most important was the “Swallowing Dao Scroll.”

With every punch that landed.

He was manipulating the Flying Sword, applying the “Swallowing Dao Technique” to erase and steal a little of Yu Wenbo’s Taoist Intent.

To the Qiantian Palace Master.

Although this [Primordial Swallowing Divine Power] was peculiar, after all, it was a sparring session.

The Taoist Intent stolen by the Flying Sword’s “Swallowing Dao Technique,” Yu Wenbo turned a blind eye, pretending not to see it; if Xie Xuanyi needed it, then he could take it.

Thus… accumulating bit by bit.

After the hundred punches, these Taoist Intents had already formed a fragmented little stream, floating near Xie Xuanyi.

These remaining Taoist Intents of Yu Wenbo, condensed and re-emerged by the “Swallowing Dao Scroll,” radiated a shimmering azure light!

“Finally encountered a useful ‘Dao Realm.'”

Xie Xuanyi looked at this Dao stream, with a look of emotion.

He turned his palm to receive it, incorporating it into his Dan Tian Cave Heaven to begin assimilating and absorbing it.

The previous few Southern Border Pseudo-Saints he killed had Great Dao Realms that were of no benefit to him.

He had already cultivated the Path of Destruction to perfection.

The Great Daos of these Pseudo-Saints were violent and chaotic; if absorbed via the Swallowing Dao Scroll, it would do more harm than good.

But the Great Dao Realm of this Qiantian Palace Master was completely different.

Yu Wenbo’s Great Dao was quite rare, containing a wealth of vitality.

These fragments of the Great Dao could be classified under the “River of Life” branch of the Great Dao, which was precisely the Dao Realm insight Xie Xuanyi needed most!

“Is this the Primordial Swallowing Technique?”

Yu Wenbo looked at the condensed little stream of his stripped Taoist Intent not far away.

He felt a strange sensation in his heart.

Logically speaking.

Stripping away the Great Dao and turning it into one’s own should be an evil spirit’s technique.

But during his exchange with Xie Xuanyi, he didn’t sense any evil spirit aura during the Flying Sword clash.

“Forget it.”

Yu Wenbo sighed quietly in his heart, “I’ve heard this young Xie has comprehended the ‘Path of Life,’ perhaps my Taoist Intent can be of use to him…”

As he watched Xie Xuanyi accept the Dao stream.

“An hour is almost up.”

Yu Wenbo sighed, reluctantly saying, “Other Holy Lands will soon arrive… with your realm, you should be able to cross the void.”

“You…”

“Go ahead.”

He originally intended to use this sparring session to push Xie Xuanyi into the Yang God Realm.

The flower he carefully tended did not bloom.

Life’s circumstances cannot be forced.

Yu Wenbo didn’t expect that after a hundred punches, Xie Xuanyi’s realm had not budged in the slightest… it seems this young man is quite far from the Yang God tribulation.

“Yu Wen Sect Master.”

Xie Xuanyi hesitated for a moment, “You’re just letting me go like this?”

“What else then?”

Yu Wenbo grumbled, “If you had at least advanced to the Yang God, I could pretend to retreat defeated, avoiding all this trouble.”

Saying that.

He tore off a corner of his sleeve and opened his chest.

“Before you leave, stab me once.”

Yu Wenbo pointed to his chest and said quietly, “In case the Holy Empress personally seeks accountability, I would have an explanation.”

“…”

Xie Xuanyi did not know what to say for a moment.

“After wounding me, head north.”

Yu Wenbo whispered, “You took this path ten years ago, you should be familiar with it…”

Xie Xuanyi’s expression flickered briefly with confusion.

Head north?

These words from Yu Wenbo brought back memories of events ten years past.

Those memories were grey and white.

Fleeing north from Jiangning, entering the Northern County, Xie Xuanyi had wanted to pass through the North Sea back then, leave Great Chu, and head to the Demon Country.

It was the only way to survive.

Now, these grey memories resurfaced once more.

“Remember, do not act rashly. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. You may have Yang God strength now, but the one who wants you dead is the Holy Empress!”

Yu Wenbo said solemnly, “Xie Xuanyi… this is the only path you can take.”

The one the Holy Empress wants to kill.

As long as you remain in Great Chu, there is nowhere to hide, even if you ascend to the heavens or enter the earth.

…

…

A moment later.

The large ship nearly capsized in a violent upheaval.

All disciples struggled to stabilize the great formation.

The chaotic Dao Domain at the forefront exploded with a bang, countless torrents of Sword Qi tilted and spread.

“Sect Master!”

“Sect Master!!”

A figure in a yellow robe staggered out of the chaos and landed back on the deck of the large ship.

Yu Wenbo stumbled backwards, retreating all the way to the mast, where he pressed against the massive coiling dragon flagpole to steady himself. The expression of the Qiantian Palace Master was grim, his clothes torn, with a fine sword wound piercing through his shoulder, golden blood trickling down and dripping onto the deck, a profound aura emanating from the blood, permeating through the whole ship.

All disciples of Qiantian Palace gathered around.

But Yu Wenbo was intently staring at the edge of the chaos, where the Dao Domain had shattered, and Ya Zi had tumbled out with him, falling onto the deck. The Great Demon was in no better state than him, pallid and spiritless.

At the end of the Dao Domain, a thread of void was torn by Sword Qi.

The renegade wanted by Qiantian Palace had used Sword Qi to tear through the void and thus escaped.

“…Got away?”

Elder Zhu blinked at the scene.

The large ship lingered over the blood sea of the South Border’s Corpse Mountain.

Several disciples exchanged glances.

Xie Xuanyi had escaped…

This news, for them, was uncertain whether it was good or bad, but the somber look on their sect master’s face suggested it wasn’t good news.

The void torn by Sword Qi was just closing up.

Not far away, the sound of void shattering rang out again.

Rumble!

Golden light and fire blazed gloriously, as a portal slowly opened.

Not far off, on a Zhanjiao Mountain bearing the “Da Chu Dynasty” insignia, void array patterns activated, and near the portal, cloaked in the black robes of the Imperial City Department, the Chief sailed on a small treasure ship. Though alone, he exuded a silent and formidable pressure.

Yuan Jimo stood alone at the bow of this small treasure ship.

He seemed like a piece of dead wood, a withered stone, soundless, just a puppet.

The identity of Imperial City Chief was certainly prestigious…

But in the eyes of someone like the Qiantian Palace Master, that status was insignificant.

However.

At this moment, Yu Wenbo’s expression turned grave.

Because Yuan Jimo held a treasure mirror in his arms, as brilliant as the sun and emitting endless flowing light, blinding to the eye. Almost everyone on this ship, upon seeing the treasure mirror in Yuan Jimo’s arms, couldn’t help but shed tears, their hearts swelling with the impulse to kneel in worship… even the Yin God Realm Elder Zhu was no exception.

Ya Zi the Great Demon quietly bowed his head and withdrew to the shadow of the mast.

Only Yu Wenbo.

He stared directly at that mirror, his gaze calm.

In that blazing, solar-like mirror was reflected the slender, regal figure of the empress.

“You just let him go?”

The voice of the Holy Empress came clearly through the mirror to the deck of the large ship.

“Xie Xuanyi cultivated the Yang God, I was unable to stop him.”

Yu Wenbo spoke calmly, his demeanor indifferent, having already thought out his excuses and retreat: “However, I did wound him… I suppose by now he has gone to the North Sea.”

“Is that so?”

The Holy Empress seemed to have anticipated this outcome.

Her voice was calm and measured: “Are you truly certain… he has gone to the North Sea?”