Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 170: Chapter 45: Sword Intention manifests and shocks all the demons; Phoenix learns about the death news; confrontation with the old demon

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The overwhelming white sword qi engulfed everyone’s vision.

A dazzling brilliance illuminated the entire sky as arcs of sword qi formed above Jinzhou, making it seem like another layer of sky, opposing the heavens.

Under this sword.

Disciples from the Devil Sects such as Bloody Immortal Sect, Poisonous Sect, and Seven Devil Sect fell in large numbers. The fierce ghost army under the command of the scholar in an ink robe was completely eliminated, the ghost cloud dispersed, and he was also unwilling to face this sword head-on.

In the chaos, he could only use the devil core as a defense.

An apparition of the black ghost banner emerged, only to be baptized in the vast sword sea.

For a moment, it was on the verge of collapsing!

The condensed apparition was quickly pierced by the sword qi, leaving it in tatters.

The scholar in an ink robe was pierced through by the endless sword qi, his body was mangled and bloody.

His golden core quickly became riddled with holes, and the scholar in an ink robe shouted out in horror.

“Impossible!!”

His body was constantly pierced by the sword qi, while his golden core kept repairing his wounds.

His life was worse than death.

He was like a small boat in the storm, on the verge of capsizing.

The surging waves of white sword sea lasted a long time, as long as the time it takes for one joss stick to burn.

The bright scene filled everyone’s vision.

The sword qi became more solid and more ferocious. It not only could tear everything apart, but the sword intent attached to the sword qi could also invade people’s will.

The scholar in an ink robe stood at the center, unable to resist the overwhelming sword qi, his ghost-qi condensed shield shattered, and his body was torn apart by the sword qi.ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴo(v)elFɪre.ɴet

It was unknown how much time had passed before the sword sea finally dissipated.

At this moment, the entire Jinzhou became quiet.

It seemed as if even the clouds in the sky had stopped moving.

Everyone felt that overwhelming sword intent, as if someone had pointed a sharp sword at their heads, making them feel their blood run cold.

Qiu Yueqing and the devil cultivators also separated, staring in shock at the other side of the city wall.

Someone had grasped the sword intent!

It was known that there are five realms of sword skill.

First Realm, condensing sword qi, transforming qi into Gang, and controlling sword qi.

Second Realm, grasping sword styles, drawing insight from all things in Heaven and Earth, and creating illusions with exceptional talents.

Third Realm, manifesting sword intent.

Sword style becomes divine, condensed into reality.

Cultivators reach an unprecedented realm of swordsmanship enlightenment, which is known as sword intent.

This means that the sword cultivator has followed a sword path of their own.

Anyone who can grasp the sword intent is considered a master-level expert of the sword.

With one sweep, they can cut off the city and rivers.

Every cultivator who could be called a sword master was a rare genius.

Fourth Realm, entering the Saint Realm with a sword.

Such cultivators can be regarded as sword legends in their time, a great figure that emerges only once in an era.

As for the Fifth Realm, no one has ever reached it. It is an unknown realm, only recorded in ancient books.

“Could there be a great master among us?”

“How could that be possible? This is the Mortal World. Those old monsters hide deep in the world to avoid heavenly fate, never showing themselves.”

“Did you forget about the old fiend of Netherworld? He is all about evading and surviving for thousands of years.”

“How many demons like that exist!”

The astonishing sword just now shocked and frightened even the Devil Sect Genius, and they immediately whispered to each other.

Yue Qing, on the other hand, seemed to be in a jubilant mood, smiling lightly.

This sword actually helped her to some extent, as she was struggling when facing multiple enemies.”

The several devil cultivators opposite were all strong ones in the Golden Core Realm, with non-weak devil cores of at least Rank 5.

Now with someone helping her, why couldn’t she deal with these Devil Sect scum?

At the Summit of Jinzhou.

Zhao Huai stood on the dangerous roof once again, dressed in white, with a grim Ghost Face.

Below the mask, his sharp eyes overlooked the devil cultivators in the city. In his hand, he held a Classic and Unadorned Spiritual Sword with a faint glow.

This sword had no name, or rather, Zhao Huai didn’t know its name.

He was too lazy to name it, as he wasn’t used to putting in the effort for that. He only needed to be comfortable using it.

The strong wind blew from a high place, Zhao Huai’s white robes fluttered in the wind, his aura was unmatched, like a Sword Immortal standing above the heavens, overlooking mortals.

A damaged grey Golden Core floated in his other hand.

This was the scholar in an ink robe’s Golden Core, a devil core with a ghost cultivator attribute.

Combined with the black demonic core he had stolen from the human-face spider demon king in the bloody pool in Blackwind Cave earlier, he now had two Golden Cores.

Golden Cores were the culmination of a cultivator’s lifelong power.

Extremely rare and invaluable.

Alchemists often used demonic cores to refine pills, making the resulting pills even more precious.

At the same time, if a golden core was given to a weak cultivator, even a mortal, it could be used as a cultivation aid.

With the help of a golden core, one’s cultivation would be much faster, and they wouldn’t take any detours.

However, these two Golden Cores, one belonging to a ghost cultivator and the other to a demon king, made it difficult to find suitable candidates.

Furthermore, Zhao Huai had never considered cultivating subordinates before.

But his current situation was different, with the Restoration of Yan being imminent, he needed people.

Perhaps he could give these two Golden Cores to the right people.

Thus, cultivating two reliable subordinates.

Upon thinking about it, these two Golden Cores were indeed useful.

His Heaven-opposed Sword just now had exhausted all his magic power.

But there was a faint flow of sound in his body, constantly supplying him with pure spiritual qi.

This was the power of the ginseng fruit.

He couldn’t absorb it all, so the remaining power had all sunk into his Qi Sea..