I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2291 - 1045: The Great Calamity of the Immortal Gate (Part 2)

The sheer power behind Chen Mobai’s sword strike caused even the Narcissus to narrow her eyes, a chill running down her spine as her hair stood on end.

It was a clear sign that this blow possessed the strength to breach her own defenses.

Yet, despite its terrifying momentum, the formidable strike was effortlessly parried by the scythe as it met the cloak. The thunderous energy charging the blade instantly evaporated; the Purple Electric Sword let out a mournful hum before being violently repelled.

Had it not been for the exceptional durability of the Purple Electric Sword, and the fact that the Death God’s weapon was a manifestation of power rather than its true physical form, this loyal blade—which had served Chen Mobai through countless glorious battles—might have been shattered beyond repair.

Even so, a jolt went through Chen Mobai as his spiritual connection with the Purple Electric Sword was abruptly severed.

With a casual wave of his hand, the adversary had neutralized his most potent sword technique.

As his face paled in shock, Chen Mobai’s vision suddenly grew distorted. Atop Gathering-Immortals Peak, the dark cloak billowed as thick, black death qi erupted. That obsidian scythe descended toward his throat with terrifying grace, moving with the same ease it had shown when executing the illusory Qian Xing.

Though Chen Mobai felt no immediate sensation of dread from the strike, the scythe had already bypassed every layer of his protection. His Fourth Rank Superior Grade Pure Yang Spell Robe began to crack under the pressure, and its Ninth Level radiant barrier shattered completely.

In a desperate bid for survival, he triggered Void Lock and Void Walk in rapid succession, hoping these two Void Magic spells would buy him enough time to retreat.

However, the moment Void Lock was cast, his divine sense suffered a violent tremor, making it impossible for him to maintain his focus for even a breath.

He then summoned the Douluo Eight Scenic Lantern, straining the artifact's power to its absolute limit. Yet, the Dou Rate Demonic Refinement Array—a formation he took great pride in—was sliced apart by the scythe as if it were nothing more than silk.

Before that scythe, any Rank-5 technique seemed as flimsy as thin air.

Faced with the precipice of death, Chen Mobai did not succumb to panic; instead, he entered a state of unnatural serenity. Behind him, the Thousand Swords Dharma Body gripped the Primordial Yang Sword, radiating a blinding, unprecedented light to shield him. Simultaneously, a Fire Path Dao Fruit took shape above his head; he was prepared to force his way into the Divinity Transformation realm, regardless of the consequences.

Golden lines pulsed from the Primordial Yang Sword as ancient characters materialized from the steel, manifesting a lost civilization from the depths of time into a vast, sweeping Human Path map.

This display finally caused the Reaper’s Scythe, which seemed capable of severing all things, to hesitate for a fraction of a second.

"Oh? The Sword of Saintly Virtue!"

The Death God peered at the Primordial Yang Sword standing in Chen Mobai's defense, his voice betraying a hint of emotion for only the second time.

But with a mere flick of his finger, the Primordial Yang Sword was struck aside by a surge of inky death qi. It flew off with a tragic wail, embedding itself deep into the distant Ambition Immortal Peak.

At that moment, the Fire Path Dao Fruit hovering above Chen Mobai had not yet merged into the Sea of Knowledge within his Purple Mansion.

The Reaper’s Scythe was already at his throat.

Crash!

In that final heartbeat, the Narcissus’s counterattack finally reached the Death God. Clutching a shell bestowed by the Spiritual Venerable, she summoned a vast, illusory ocean above the Five Peaks Immortal Mountains. From the depths of the water, a titanic shadowy beast emerged, opening a crimson maw to swallow the Death God and the entirety of Gathering-Immortals Peak in a single gulp.

Qi Yuheng also materialized before Chen Mobai. With a grim expression, he unleashed a devastating palm strike, attempting to shove the Death God’s scythe off course.

Yet, the moment his palm connected with the blade, Qi Yuheng’s face drained of color. Blood sprayed from his lips as his body was sent hurtling backward, crashing through the very summit of Wangxian Peak.

Nevertheless, his sacrifice was not in vain; it provided Chen Mobai the brief window needed to teleport.

But as Chen Mobai completed his Void Walk and emerged from the silver light, he found the Reaper’s Scythe already there, descending toward him once more with relentless precision.

He had run out of tricks.

Upon Gathering-Immortals Peak, the black death qi surged toward the heavens, cutting through the Narcissus’s Dharma Aspect like a hot blade through butter and even cleaving the sky-submerging ocean in two.

The Narcissus and the various monarchs of the Sea Territory suffered internal ruptures, bleeding from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths as they struggled to maintain their human forms.

Numerous Nascent Soul cultivators present also unleashed their ultimate divine skills. A kaleidoscope of spell lights swirled over Gathering-Immortals Peak like a shimmering river of stars, all aimed at the Death God’s cloak.

But the Death God’s power transcended anything the Immortal Gate had envisioned. Beneath the cloak, the overflowing death qi felt as if a dark hell had descended, consuming every incoming attack. Even the most explosive techniques failed to ignite, being swallowed whole until they vanished into nothingness.

The Death God remained stationary, having not moved a single step since his arrival.

Chen Mobai glanced over to see Qi Yuheng dragging himself up, trying to mount one last rescue. Bitterly, Chen Mobai prepared for the end.

Just as his Nascent Soul began to leave his body, intending to detonate the Fire Path Dao Fruit in a final act of self-immolation, he realized something was wrong.

Why had the Heavenly Blessing of the Vermilion Phoenix Facing the Sun technique failed to trigger a warning this time?

Just as he began to fear the technique was useless against a Void Refining Realm entity, a Golden Pearl suddenly shot out from his body, positioning itself in front of the scythe.

The Reaper’s Scythe, which had been utterly unstoppable until now, was finally halted by this Golden Pearl.

It was the Sixth Rank Heavenly Calculation Bead!

Old Ancestor Qian Xing had anticipated this moment long ago!

The Immortal Gate had held one final trump card!

But even as hope flared in Chen Mobai’s heart, the following sight plunged him back into despair.

A sharp, brittle cracking sound echoed.

The Sixth Rank Heavenly Calculation Bead, despite its power, was suddenly split wide open by the Reaper’s Scythe, shattering into a hundred fragments amidst a burst of blinding radiance.