Chapter 1063 - Sixth-Level Spirit Profound Realm

Fiery's words finally forced the Scarlet Dragon Python to take Liu Wuxie seriously. When a divine beast willingly submitted to a human, that human had to be extraordinary.

Liu Wuxie remained in the midst of his breakthrough, and the surging energy fluctuations from his body filled the python with growing dread.

Since the academy's founding, the python had witnessed countless prodigies rise and fall. Yet, it had never seen anyone cause such a powerful disturbance during a Spirit Profound Realm breakthrough. The phenomenon unfolding before it was something only cultivators breaking into the Earth Profound Realm could normally provoke.

"H-How is he so terrifying?" the Scarlet Dragon Python muttered, finally grasping why Fiery had chosen to follow this young man.

Fiery beamed with pride when it heard the python's awed remark.

"Big Brother doesn't like to be disturbed during his breakthrough," Fiery declared. "Go drive those people away for me."

As it spoke, an even purer, more ancient divine beast aura surged from its body, making the Scarlet Dragon Python tremble in fear.

It dared not disobey.

A single moment of hesitation could shatter millennia of cultivation.

Without protest, the Scarlet Dragon Python twisted its body around, turned toward the banks of the lake, and opened its jaws wide. It unleashed a violent gust of wind from its mouth like a storm.

"ARGH!" Screams echoed as the blast hurled disciples over a thousand meters, tossing them across the ground in stunned confusion. Many were so disoriented that they couldn't remember why they were there.

Within moments, stillness returned to the Celestial Lunar Lake as if nothing had happened. Only Liu Wuxie remained, seated in cultivation at the center.

Satisfied with the result, Fiery returned to its usual size and nestled contentedly at Liu Wuxie's feet, keeping watch.

"Get lost! Don't disturb Big Brother's cultivation. We'll leave when he's done," Fiery snorted.

It was already aware of what troubled the Scarlet Dragon Python.

If Liu Wuxie continued to absorb spiritual energy at this pace, he would soon deplete the lake's entire stock of spiritual energy and laws, leaving the python with nowhere to cultivate.

The Scarlet Dragon Python obeyed Fiery's command and sank back into the lake, its expression bitter and uneasy. It silently prayed that Liu Wuxie would complete his breakthrough quickly and leave.

With the interference gone, Liu Wuxie's cultivation surged ahead at an even faster pace. None of the disciples the python had flung away dared return. They could only watch from a safe distance, their faces twisted with resentment.

"Fuck! It's all that bastard's fault!" one of them roared. "I was at the critical moment of my breakthrough, and he ruined everything!"

"I'm going to kill him! I got injured because of him!" another disciple growled, clutching at his wounds. Many had suffered severe injuries after being hurled down the mountain by the python's furious gust.

Their furious cries rang out at the mountain's base, but Liu Wuxie paid them no mind.

Within his secluded spot, countless supreme-grade spirit stones exploded into dust, dissolving into streams of spiritual liquid that flowed into the desolate world. Although the Celestial Lunar Lake's natural energy and laws were immense, the Desolate Devouring Art's hunger was boundless. Liu Wuxie needed to supplement it with an enormous amount of external energy to support his breakthrough.

His aura continued to rise, surging toward its peak. The surrounding space trembled violently, and the Celestial Lunar Lake itself churned in response.

Though the Scarlet Dragon Python felt aggrieved, it dared not surface again.

Two full days passed before Liu Wuxie's cultivation finally stabilized. He exhaled deeply, devouring the last remnants of spiritual energy in the air. For now, Liu Wuxie had nearly drained the Celestial Lunar Lake, and it would take time for the spiritual energy and laws to recover their former richness.

With the final impurities expelled from his body, Liu Wuxie felt a clarity and vitality he hadn't experienced in years. Rising to his feet, he stretched his limbs, and crisp popping sounds echoed from his joints like dried beans in a hot pan.

"Now, that feels great," Liu Wuxie muttered with satisfaction.

He swung his fist casually through the air. The motion generated visible ripples that tore through the atmosphere, leaving every distant onlooker, who saw them, shocked.

"What powerful laws! How can someone at the same realm as us be so strong?" disciples murmured in disbelief, frustration tightening their jaws as they gnashed their teeth.

For the next month, no one could cultivate at the Celestial Lunar Lake anymore. It needed time to replenish its depleted laws and spiritual energy. And it was all because of Liu Wuxie. Though many harbored deep resentment toward him, none dared to get close unless they were cultivators at the high levels of the Earth Profound Realm. Otherwise, it would be suicide.

Liu Wuxie began his descent from the mountain, but he had no intention of returning to the Heavenly Gate Peak. Instead, he headed straight for the central mountain, determined to gain an audience with the grandmaster.

However, in the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy, meeting the grandmaster wasn't something anyone could do on a whim. Without a formal recommendation, such a request would typically be impossible.

Elder Madman was still in seclusion, and though Liu Wuxie had briefly considered approaching Han Long, he ultimately dismissed the idea. He had sealed Han Feizi in ice and didn't want to reopen that wound.

Ultimately, he decided to rely on himself. If persuasion failed, he would force his way in.

The disciples gasped in unison. "Liu Wuxie is heading for the central mountain?! But that's where Grandmaster resides!"

The central mountain wasn't the largest or most imposing, but it was the most revered of all. It hovered quietly in the sky, suspended above the sect, shrouded in divine mist and mystery.

The grandmaster rarely appeared in public and spent most of his time in seclusion. The various peaks, institutions, courts, and the cavern operated independently, each functioning like a self-contained sect. The grandmaster only intervened in matters of great importance.

Now, Liu Wuxie dared to approach that sacred peak alone.

Curiosity burned in every onlooker. Dozens of disciples quietly followed from a distance, eager to see what this bold newcomer planned.

There was only one path leading toward the central mountain, and by now, everyone had realized Liu Wuxie's intent.

"What is he thinking? Forcing his way into the central mountain is no different from suicide," someone whispered, their voice tinged with disbelief. Even the various peak masters needed the grandmaster's permission to enter. To most, Liu Wuxie's attempt seemed like madness.

Liu Wuxie simply ignored the murmurs and shot forward like a bolt of lightning, leaving a trail of spiritual energy in his wake.

Two hours later, he arrived at the base of the central mountain.

The central mountain towered high in the clouds, resembling an upside-down funnel, vast and shrouded in celestial mist. Its imposing presence loomed over the entire Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy, and celestial cranes circled the peak, gliding like silent sky guardians.

The academy had placed no barriers around the mountain, but no one dared trespass. As long as one didn't step into the core region, no one would stop them.

However, Liu Wuxie had no plans of stopping there.

His figure flickered, and with a sudden burst of energy, he launched himself skyward, heading directly for the central mountain's core.

He had no other choice.

Two questions burned in his mind, ones only the grandmaster could answer. One was about the 'Chosen One' and the other was 'how to enter the Astral Domain.' Waiting for fate to open the way on its own could take years, perhaps decades. And Han Feizi didn't have that time.

Just as Liu Wuxie reached halfway to the mountain's suspended body, an overwhelming force descended from the heavens.

A blinding golden light flashed across the sky.

"The Divine Sun Sword!"

A massive sword, radiant with divine brilliance, materialized above Liu Wuxie. It was the same heaven-spirit artifact that had once saved his life in Astral Glory City.

A cold, commanding voice echoed from within the sword. "This is the central mountain. All entry is forbidden. Since this is your first offense, leave now."

Liu Wuxie cupped his fists respectfully, his expression solemn. "Senior, I have urgent matters. I must meet with the Grandmaster."

No matter what happened, he would never forget the favor the Divine Sun Sword had shown by saving him once before.

"No one is allowed entry without Grandmaster's summons," the Divine Sun Sword responded, its voice cold and mechanical.

It was a heaven-spirit artifact, not a living being. It felt no emotion, no gratitude. It existed solely to execute its master's commands without deviation. Whatever Liu Wuxie felt toward it meant nothing; it refused to yield.

"I have an important matter. I must see the Grandmaster. I hope you will allow it," Liu Wuxie pressed on, refusing to give up.

His persistence began to irritate the Divine Sun Sword. Without further warning, it released an even greater pressure, an aura imbued with the power of the Heaven Profound Realm. That oppressive force descended like a collapsing sky, slamming down on Liu Wuxie with terrifying weight.

Liu Wuxie trembled under the crushing pressure. He had no way to resist; it wasn't a matter of unwillingness but of absolute disparity. Even peak Earth Profound Realm cultivators couldn't endure that pressure, let alone someone at Spirit Profound.

He quickly activated the Divine Thunder Physique, and the Divine Glazed Cloth surged around his body in layers of protective brilliance, barely holding the pressure at bay.

Below the central mountain, a large crowd had gathered, their gazes fixed on the scene above.

"Has Liu Wuxie gone mad? He's trying to charge into the central mountain?!" someone whispered in disbelief.

"He's finished. That's the Divine Sun Sword! Even peak Earth Profound Realm experts would die under its blade!"

The sword hovered above like a radiant golden sphere, its blinding light masking its appearance. Few in the academy had seen the actual sword, but all knew the glowing sphere represented the most terrifying guardian in the entire sect.

Every cultivator who had dared force their way into the central mountain before had been mercilessly slain. The sword had spared no one.

"He's done for," someone muttered, shaking their head. "The Divine Sun Sword doesn't spare intruders."

If Liu Wuxie weren't the chosen one, someone would have already cut him down without hesitation.

Under the sword's divine pressure, Liu Wuxie descended from the sky. Yet strangely, as he endured the onslaught, something unexpected occurred.

The true essence in his desolate world began to churn violently.

Though he had only recently broken through to the sixth-level Spirit Profound Realm, the immense pressure from the Divine Sun Sword began to temper his cultivation further. With each passing second, he refined his true essence, honing his power to an even purer state.

Just as the pressure peaked, an aged voice rang out with absolute authority: "Let him through."

Only Liu Wuxie and the Divine Sun Sword heard the voice. The crowd below remained completely unaware.

As soon as the command sounded, the Divine Sun Sword retracted its aura at once. The golden light dissolved and vanished without a trace, leaving the sky above eerily calm.

The sword's pressure dispersed instantly.

Liu Wuxie found himself drenched in cold sweat. Only now did he fully grasp how close he had come to death. Had the Divine Sun Sword truly struck with intent to kill, not even ashes would've remained.

He circulated his true essence, unleashing a gentle burst of energy that instantly dried his soaked robes. Then, without hesitation, Liu Wuxie took to the skies and flew straight toward the central mountain.

"What?! The Divine Sun Sword let him through?!" gasped someone from the crowd below, their voice trembling with disbelief. Just moments ago, they were certain Liu Wuxie would be forced down or obliterated by the sword's aura.

"How is that even possible? Why would Grandmaster allow someone at the Spirit Profound Realm to enter?" asked another, his tone tinged with envy and confusion.

Even they couldn't get an audience with the grandmaster.

"He's the chosen one," someone murmured. "I heard he holds the fate of the True Martial Continent."

"Tch. That's a joke. If I kill him, I'll become the new chosen one," a legacy disciple sneered.

"That's right," others echoed. "There's no real proof of anything. It just means he has decent talent. Nothing more."

Anyone who killed Liu Wuxie and seized his fortune could claim the title of the chosen one.

However, Liu Wuxie heard none of this. He had already ascended into the clouds.

The central mountain spread out above the clouds like a vast celestial platform. Rare trees and herbs grew in carefully arranged groves, their leaves swaying beneath the weight of the violent astral winds. The gusts here were strong enough to tear ordinary cultivators apart, making the entire peak an inhospitable place for those with weak constitutions.

The Divine Sun Sword returned to its resting place, embedding silently into the cliff as it resumed cultivation.

Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across the surroundings, undisturbed by the fierce winds. Soon, his eyes locked onto a cave residence tucked against a sheer cliff face.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked toward it and stepped through the entrance, ready to face the grandmaster who had just given him a rare audience.