The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 463: Unspeakable Chapter 467: Chapter 463: Unspeakable However, Miss Li was staring intently at the distant river surface, not noticing the gaze of the youth named Wu.

Upon hearing this, Master Dafang had a thoughtful look in his eyes and nodded with a smile.

Leaving aside the two people discussing on the boat, the battle was still ongoing.

The red flying sword shot downwards like lightning, about to plunge into the river. Just then, the water surface below emitted a “boom,” and a stalwart water column rushed skyward at an incredible speed, no slower than the red flying sword. The two collided fiercely.

With a “hiss” sound, the hefty water column was bisected, but the red flying sword was also repelled.

The face of the purple-robed feathered guard looked somewhat unsightly. His sword attack was blocked by a column of water, causing him to lose significant face. He pointed two fingers at the Meteor sword in the void.

The Meteor sword began to rotate on its own like a car wheel, emitting an even more intense red light before immediately contracting.

The sword light expanded and contracted, and countless slender red threads suddenly shot out, covering dozens of feet below within their range, and emitting a piercing screech, exhibiting an extraordinary power.

However, the person in the river below did not show weakness. The river surface lit up with blue light, and then the sound of piercing the air rang out. Countless blue light threads shot out from the river; they were blue water needles, densely packed, clashing with the red sword threads falling from the sky.

Countless large and small light groups appeared in mid-air, creating a stalemate for a moment.

“This is the Thousand Rain Needle Technique! But how can it be so powerful that it can withstand the ten thousand silk sword technique of Martial Friend Wu!” Master Dafang on the boat looked surprised.

The youth named Wu also lost his complacency, ignoring Miss Li, his expression showing a hint of worry.

The red sword silk, transformed from sword light, had its end, and soon its momentum weakened.

However, the water needles from below kept shooting out, not only without weakening, but they turned denser, immediately gaining the upper hand and forcing the sword silk to retreat persistently.

“Seeking death!” The purple-robed feathered guard was furious, called back the flying sword with a gesture, and his body emitted a striking red light.

Clusters of red fire clouds flew out from his body, which quickly formed a fire cloud several dozen feet in size, obscuring his figure.

An extreme heat radiating from the fire cloud, densely packed water needles flying towards it, just to make a hissing sound when they hit the fire cloud, evaporated instantaneously by the high temperature that seeped out from the cloud.

“You thief, taste my Heaven-Burning Technique!” The cold laugh of the purple-robed feathered guard came from the fire cloud. The fire cloud rolled and churned, ready to pounce below.

However, at this moment, a cold hum came from under the water, carrying a hint of anger. The void around them roared, and a heaven-covering and earth-crossing water-based spiritual power gathered from all directions.

The water-based spiritual power in the surrounding void became so dense that it felt physical. The air in this space became extremely heavy, a hundred times heavier than the river water, as if it had instantly moved from mid-air to the seabed of the deep sea.

The fire cloud transformed by the purple-robed feathered guard was imprisoned in mid-air by this extremely dense water-based spiritual power, unable to move, like a fly in amber.

With a “boom”, a water column several tens of feet thick suddenly shot up from the river, like an angry dragon coming out of the water, sweeping in all directions. It quickly rushed up to dozens of feet in the sky and ruthlessly crashed into the fire cloud.

With a “hiss,” the fire cloud, about a dozen feet in size, was like a little flame, instantly crushed and extinguished by the water column, completely disappearing. The blazing high temperature in the cloud was also swept away effortlessly.

The figure of the purple-robed feathered guard emerged, thrown out with blood spewing from his mouth.

Everyone on the boat was startled when they saw this. Only the National Master Taoist had a smile on his face, seemingly having known this outcome all along.

A white light shot out from the painted boat, propping up the body of the purple-robed feathered guard, and then a figure appeared, it was Master Dafang.

“Martial Friend Wu, are you all right?” Master Dafang asked with concern.

“No harm.” The purple-robed feathered guard forced himself to calm down, but the shock in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

He finally understood the gap between him and the monk at the river bottom. The latter's manipulation of water-based spiritual power had reached an incredible level, far beyond his imagination. The person had been merciful just now; if he wanted to kill him, he would have already died at least ten times.

“Which of the highly esteemed ones is here? Please show yourself!” Master Dafang, taking note of the expression on the face of the Purple-robed Feathered Guard, felt a chill in his heart, and immediately looked towards the river surface below, raising his voice to call out.

However, even after quite a while since his words fell, there was no movement from the river surface below, nor did anyone appear.

Master Dafang gritted his teeth slightly, pointed with his finger, and more than a dozen rays of white thunder shot out, striking the surface of the river.

Bang, bang, bang!

Several large columns of water erupted from the river surface, splashing water everywhere, but there was still no response from the river bottom.

“It seems that the cultivator has already left, it's a pity. Such a distinguished person, and we couldn't get to know them.” On the painted pleasure boat above, the golden-crowned youth sighed with some regret.

“Your Highness need not lament, you and this person are predestined. There will be a time to meet again in the future.” National Master Taoist chuckled.

“Did National Master recognize this person's identity?” The golden-crowned youth's eyebrows moved.

“Cannot say, cannot say. When the time comes, Your Highness will naturally know.” National Master Taoist repeatedly waved his hand, then closed his mouth and did not speak again.

The golden-crowned youth greatly respected National Master Taoist, and seeing this, he felt it wasn't appropriate to ask any more questions.

The rest of the people on the boat were descendants of court officials. They knew some people who practice immortality in their daily lives, but they seldom saw such an intense magical duel. At this moment, they wore excited expressions, and enthusiastically discussed the recent confrontation.

Miss Li stared intently at the distant river surface, her expression rather strange.

“Nineteenth Sister, what's wrong?” The golden-crowned youth asked.

“It's nothing, I was just a bit shocked after watching the two elders duel.” Miss Li quickly shook her head.

“That's good.” The golden-crowned youth responded.

“Why did the cold hum from the person at the bottom of the river just now feel so familiar? Could I have met him before?” Miss Li wondered in her heart.

The Purple-robed Feathered Guard and Master Dafang flew back, admitting their failure with shame-filled faces and asking for punishment.

The golden-crowned youth didn't pursue the matter, and asked the Purple-robed Feathered Guard to rest, and then he led everyone to go back to the cabin.

The others were still excitedly discussing the origins of the distinguished one at the river bottom. Two sons of noble officials even suggested the idea of becoming his disciples.

At this moment, the distinguished one at the bottom of the river was tens of miles away.

In his green robe, Shen Luo was standing on top of the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, flying by controlling his sword.

His eyes glowed with spirit, making him look extremely bright. His body was wrapped in a vigorous breath, indicating that he had apparently reached the Soul Condensation Stage.

With the assistance of Dreamland experiences and the secret technique of Spirit Cultivation using Ghost, spending approximately a month, he finally broke through the bottleneck and reached the Soul Condensation Stage.

However, after breaking through the realm, it took some time for his Cultivation level to stabilize. This is why he had a brief engagement with that monk. Thankfully, he didn't show his face, so he wasn't worried about revealing his identity.

In truth, his cultivation realm wasn't fully stable yet, otherwise, his surging Qi wouldn't be so obvious, he'd need some time to slowly adapt.

However, this kind of cultivation practice requires a stable environment. After some thought, he decided to return to Chang'an City.

His strength was greatly increased now, and with many Talismans by his side, he really didn't need to worry too much about the Treasure Hall.