Chapter 593 – The Heavenly Dao Cannot Be Defied (2/2)

In this match, Guan Bai was fighting in place of the Heavenly Dao Academy's Zhuang Huanyu, who had committed suicide by the cold well. He had the dignity of a master of the sword, the bearing of the young leader of the Heavenly Dao Academy. He could give Chen Changsheng enough time to break into Star Condensation, even act as his protector, but he would not let Chen Changsheng leave in the position of victor.

After succeeding in condensing his star, Chen Changsheng had accomplished his most important goal for coming to Mount Han. The expectations of both the Pope and Su Li had all been achieved. He had no interest in the Heavenstones, even though he knew that the small black stone on the plate probably had some secret connection to Wang Zhice. He did not care about the outcome of this battle and could just leave, but because of his gratitude and respect towards Guan Bai, he had to seriously fight this battle to the end, to gift his first battle after breaking into Star Condensation to his opponent.

He raised the Stainless Sword in his hands and pointed it at Guan Bai, calm and respectful.

Guan Bai's left hand raised his sword and very casually slashed it down from above to below.

Above was the heavens, below was the earth.

To go from above to below was to descend from the heavens.

But this strike was not a waterfall descending from the sky, it was a drifting cloud high in the sky, carrying a far more profound and long-lasting meaning.

Upon seeing this seemingly simple strike, Gou Hanshi's expression instantly turned extremely grave.

The hair on Zhexiu's temples suddenly floated up like steel wires.

The beautiful figure behind the curtains seemed to faintly move forward.

They saw the terrifying aspect of Guan Bai's strike.

While Chen Changsheng was condensing his star, Guan Bai did not waste his time. He also sat cross-legged on the floor, accumulating and comprehending.

Guan Bai was comprehending the surrounding heaven and earth, the lakes and stones behind him. And when Chen Changsheng was condensing his star, Guan Bai was comprehending the changes in the heaven and earth, the activity of the lake and stones. From these, he sought out those laws and then refined them.

This strike of his was no longer strength, but law.

The law of the heavens and earth was the Heavenly Dao.

Although this strike of his was still far from being the true Heavenly Dao, it was still an incomparably real sword of the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao Academy served in these past one hundred years as the head of the Six Ivies, so it naturally had its own extraordinary aspects. Its most outstanding aspect was its Daoist techniques that perceived the Heavenly Dao above.

As the previous Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Mao Qiuyu was naturally incredibly familiar with this strike of Guan Bai's.

His face revealed regret, nostalgia, gratification, and many other emotions.

In his view, it was impossible for Chen Changsheng to receive this attack, even after breaking into Star Condensation and leaping forward in cultivation.

The Heavenly Dao Sword was the most powerful attack of the Heavenly Dao Academy. This attack required the sword wielder to bring his spirit and soul to their most perfect level and then fuse together the surrounding heavens and earth into one before being able to use it.

Cultivators on the same level could not block this strike. Even the one using the technique would not be able to stop once this technique was put into motion.

Because the Heavenly Dao could not be defied, the Heavenly Dao could not be reversed.

If a normal cultivator, who had just broken into Star Condensation and whose cultivation was still unstable in place, confronted Guan Bai's Heavenly Dao Sword, perhaps they would be filled with thoughts of giving up.

But Chen Changsheng did not, even though when he saw that sword descend from the sky, he knew that he had not much chance of winning against Guan Bai. He still wanted to try and receive this attack.

Precisely because this strike signified the Heavenly Dao.

In these past years in his struggle against fate, what he wanted to oppose was precisely the Heavenly Dao. He had to win, or at the very least, he could not lose that heart of his that dared to challenge the Heavenly Dao.

So not only did he not retreat, he took one step forward to confront this sword of the Heavenly Dao.

With this single step came a dense cacophony of thunder like countless tiny storms were forming in his body and beginning to furiously revolve.

Boom! The star radiance within ten-some Qi openings began to erupt and then connect into lines. Just like that, one of his blocked meridians was unclogged!

Everyone present could clearly sense that the Qi he emitted was much more powerful than before!

But it was still not enough to help him defeat the Heavenly Dao.

He very calmly took another step forward.

As his foot fell, the wind rose up and his Daoist robe madly danced. Although it was a tattered garment, it was like a war flag.

Another blocked meridian was unclogged and his Qi increased in power once more!

Soon after, the third step fell!

And yet…there was no thunder, no wind.

There was no sound, only silence.

His brow creased, somewhat pained, somewhat astonished.

He turned his head to a certain place, seemingly in incredible pain. It seemed like even this simple action had expended all his energy.

That place was a high platform cut off by curtains.

He gazed at that beautiful silhouette behind the curtains, his expression a little perplexed, his appearance very helpless.

Just what had happened?

He stood on the stone platform, his face pale, as if he was incapable of performing the slightest action.

And at this moment, the sword of the Heavenly Dao had already slashed down.

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