Cultivation is just so scientific! Chapter 1483 - 788: Sword Elder

The vicinity of the space rift hung in profound silence. The assembled cultivators stayed mute, barring the routine rotations to dispatch the sparse hellish beasts that emerged.

For even the most seasoned warriors of fierce skirmishes, beholding a horde of fellow disciples from a formidable sect dropping dead right in their midst proved a grim ordeal for nearly everyone gathered.

The demise of those White Emperor Sect cultivators stemmed from their own folly.

No practitioner would spare pity for a comrade who attacked from the rear; such treachery ranked as the vilest offense imaginable.

Amid this tangle of sentiments, the bulk of the cultivators kept their eyes locked on the space rift, biding time for their group's turn to guard it.

Li Yuanba wrapped up his inspection of the loot. This haul was substantial. He intended to hand it over to his authentic body, Li Shiming, once back, and stash it away in the Treasure Pavilion.

The Treasure Pavilion featured a dedicated realm for preserving all sorts of resources and spirit items, ensuring their potency and state endured without decay across the ages.

He lacked the drive to peddle these gains. Even if auctioned off, they wouldn't yield him much gain. The spirit treasures he craved lay beyond what barters with such items and resources could secure.

He cast a look toward Lou Wu; amid the crowd, Lou Wu stood as the most elated and carefree soul present.

Lou Wu continued scrutinizing his fresh prize, the fourth-grade upper-stage Flying Boat. Were the situation ideal, he might have launched it already.

Li Yuanba grinned and shifted his attention back to the 'Nameless Sword Canon,' starting to absorb the latest findings on the 'Nameless Sword Canon' transmitted from his real form, Li Shiming, and IBMz15.

Though chances for melee clashes had been scarce, he had nonetheless forged a solid measure of fighting prowess via the 'Nameless Sword Canon.'

In particular, the fourth-grade sword foundation, empowered by his personal 'Chaos Sword Intent,' wielded such might that even at mere mid-fourth-grade caliber, it could endanger any Nascent Soul Middle Stage expert and pose a hazard to lesser Great Cultivators.

Naturally, barring dire straits, he shunned direct confrontations with a Great Cultivator. With his robust defenses, a blow from one would spell catastrophic repercussions.

Three Sword Cultivator Great Cultivators formed a subtle yet deliberate ring of safeguarding around Li Yuanba.

Throughout their stint in the Hell Cave Heaven, Li Yuanba had proven his vital worth, and as Sword Cultivator Great Cultivators, they felt remiss for letting him brave perils so often.

A few hours slipped by, and despite the endless daylight in the Hell Cave Heaven, the cultivators gauged the passage of time with precision.

Abruptly, spiritual energy erupted from Li Yuanba's frame. He unleashed his sword body method while drawing forth the 'Ten Thousand Sword Peak,' coupled with his Identity Jade Disc, ready to trigger the 'Space Acceptance Talisman.'

The trio of Sword Cultivator Great Cultivators jolted in alarm, only to detect the quakes rippling through the Hell Cave Heaven's fabric.

The Hell Cave Heaven's realm already teetered on partial ruin, harboring a contained space rift within. Under these fragile conditions, a fierce spatial quake could shatter the entire Hell Cave Heaven beyond repair.

Should that occur, the trapped cultivators might perish en masse, while the space rift could warp unpredictably, unleashing calamity upon the Cultivation World.

As these grim thoughts swirled, a silhouette materialized near the space rift.

A subtle yet oppressive aura radiated from the silhouette, faint in intensity but evoking the dread of mere insects before a colossal beast in every cultivator's heart.

"Sword Elder!" Great Cultivator Lou cried out in astonishment.

Li Yuanba too identified the arrival as the Sword Elder of the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion.

He never anticipated the Sword Elder's presence here; from what he knew, the Sword Elder had always remained confined to the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion.

Quickly, though, he spotted the anomaly. The Sword Elder's form shimmered with a light translucence, resembling a luminous projection.

This marked a clone. Though Li Yuanba hadn't mastered such an art, he had encountered Great Cultivators' clones before, which bore comparable traits.

Forging a clone posed no great challenge; even Nascent Soul Stage experts could pursue it.

Yet, most who truly ventured into clone cultivation reached the ranks of Great Cultivators.

The reason lay in the demand to sever a fragment of one's soul, a move that for a Nascent Soul Middle Stage practitioner all but severed hopes of advancing to Great Cultivator status.

In lesser or mid-tier sects, certain Nascent Soul Middle Stage figures did embrace clone arts, mainly for ease, dispatching a duplicate rather than venturing personally.

Still, this sowed perils; a fractured soul bred instability, and during the breakthrough to Great Cultivator, the tiniest flaw could doom the elevation.

Mighty sects and grand lineages had long cataloged such pitfalls. Thus, a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator wouldn't touch clone secrets unless future prospects dimmed utterly.

"Lou lad, Yuanba, and you two, it seems this loss is minimal!" Sword Elder remarked with a grin, eyeing the Sword Cultivators.

Every nearby Great Cultivator and Nascent Soul Middle Stage practitioner inclined their heads, offering the deepest homage.

This stemmed from reverence toward a supreme authority, mingled with profound veneration for the Sword Elder.

Sharp-eyed cultivators caught the nuances in the Sword Elder's address.

The Sword Elder had first acknowledged Great Cultivator Lou, partly due to Lou's initial salutation, and also because Lou led the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion's contingent for this expedition.