Chapter 20: Iron Pillar Temple and the Moon-Devouring Wolf Emperor!
Xiao Yu returned to
Xiaoxiang Pavilion
from
Tingyu Pavilion
and immediately activated the courtyard’s protective formation to prevent any interruptions. With that done, he entered the training hall, sat cross-legged, and shifted his consciousness into the
Hongmeng Space
.
This was Xiao Yu’s first time training in the
Hongmeng Space
after reaching the Golden Core stage.
Ding!
“Since the host has advanced to the Golden Core stage, the effects of the Hongmeng Space have been enhanced. Time now flows at fifteen times the speed of the outside world!”
Upon hearing this notification, Xiao Yu was overjoyed.
“Fifteen times faster!”
Standing in the void of the Hongmeng Space, Xiao Yu felt his heart leap with excitement. The original tenfold acceleration was already a great boon. Now, it had increased by another 50%!
“With fifteenfold time acceleration, even the notoriously difficult
Void Sword of Illusions
should be within my reach.”
Not wanting to waste time, Xiao Yu began focusing on the sword technique stored in his mind.
The
Void Sword of Illusions
was the most devastating sword technique in the
Ancient Sword World
. It was a supreme killing move, created by Ziyin Zhenren after mastering the essence of countless sword arts.
The technique was divided into two parts:
Void Sword
– A sword style epitomizing extreme gentleness and fluidity.
Illusion Sword
– A sword style representing absolute force and rigidity.
Only by mastering both components and achieving perfect fusion between the two could one unleash the apocalyptic power of the
Void Sword of Illusions
.
“
Void Sword
embodies the ultimate in yin and softness, while
Illusion Sword
is its direct opposite, characterized by pure yang and unyielding force. Combining these polar opposites… It’s no wonder so few have ever succeeded.”
Understanding the monumental challenge ahead, Xiao Yu finally realized why this technique was so rarely mastered. Successfully integrating such contradictory principles seemed almost impossible.
Yet, he was undeterred.
“First things first—master the
Void Sword
. I’ll worry about fusion and backlash later.”
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The
Iron Pillar Temple
was located atop the lush
Mount Wanshou
. A humble yet venerable sect of Daoist cultivators, the temple was revered by local villagers for upholding justice and protecting the weak.
Recently, however, the temple was plagued by a dire crisis.
“Disciple,” the temple’s elderly abbot asked one evening, seated in his meditation chamber, “with the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, has the wolf demon shown any unusual activity?”
The disciple replied respectfully, “Master, the wolf demon has been growing more restless by the day. Every night, it struggles against its chains, and its howls echo through the temple. The junior disciples are terrified.”
Hearing this, the abbot sighed deeply.
“A thousand years ago, our temple’s third abbot sacrificed everything to suppress that beast using the
Iron Pillar Formation
. But now… it stirs again.”
Over the past millennium, the wolf demon—dubbed the
Moon-Devouring Wolf Emperor
—had grown stronger and more bloodthirsty under the strain of its confinement.
“This beast has cultivated for a millennium. Even I, with my peak Foundation Establishment strength, cannot match it. Only the formation keeps it contained.”
“However, the formation has begun to weaken with age. On the night of the full moon, the wolf’s power will peak. If it escapes, not only will everyone in our temple perish, but the surrounding villages will be wiped out as well.”
“Master!” the disciple exclaimed. “The full moon is only days away! We must reinforce the seals immediately!”
The abbot shook his head.
“Alas, the formation is too intricate. Repairing it is beyond me alone. However, I once crossed paths with Hansu Zhenren of
Tianyong City
. I’ve already sent your senior brother to seek his aid.”
Hansu Zhenren was renowned for his altruism, and the abbot hoped that his plea would persuade the Tianyong sect to send a saviour.
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In the tranquil courtyard of
Xiaoxiang Pavilion
, autumn had painted the trees in hues of red and gold. Beneath the pavilion’s protective formation, the ground remained pristine, blanketed with crimson leaves that danced in the gentle breeze.
Inside the
Hongmeng Space
, Xiao Yu had been training relentlessly for three years—over 1,000 days in the accelerated time flow.
Thanks to his
Supreme Immortal Root
, Xiao Yu encountered no bottlenecks. His mastery of both the
Void Sword
and
Illusion Sword
had reached the pinnacle.
In the boundless void of the Hongmeng Space, Xiao Yu stood poised, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of the
Pure Yang Sword
.
“Arise!”
With a resounding shout, he drew the sword, which gleamed brilliantly in golden light.
The blade trembled before splitting into thirty-two identical swords, each radiating an aura of boundless gentleness—the essence of the
Void Sword
.
The thirty-two swords began to rotate counterclockwise, forming a dazzling wheel of flying swords.
Xiao Yu marvelled at the scene, his lips curving into a faint smile.
“Finally… the Void Sword is complete. Next, I’ll master the Illusion Sword. And after that—fusion.”