Overgeared

A cultivator’s combat ability was greatly influenced by the techniques and mystical arts they learned. That was why there was no direct relation between one’s realm and how strong they were.

In some cases, there were extreme discrepancies between a cultivator’s realm and their actual power level. For example, a boxing champion would not be able to win in a gunfight.

Those who had mastered extremely powerful techniques or mystical arts, and had reached the end of their training, were regarded by their peers as invincible.

The man standing on the fortress was like this. He was a late stage great ascension cultivator. He was about to reach the highest level of power despite being born with a disability. Because of his innate constitution that allowed him to master all types of techniques, he wasn’t bound by any particular set of rules and excelled in all types of techniques and mystical arts.

Goosebumps rose on Chiyou’s skin as he stared at the man standing on the moon-like city from a distance.

“A monster in human clothing,” he muttered. “You were born to bring down those above you.”

Nevertheless, a deep smile spread on his face.

“Will you bring me down too?”

“Yes,” the man said, like it was obvious. He nodded involuntarily, drew his sword, and gripped it.

A sword cultivator. The man was a rare cultivator who mastered the art of swordsmanship. Due to his innate physique, he encountered no restrictions when learning body refining techniques which were the basis for practicing swordsmanship.

In other words, he didn’t depend on treasures.

All cultivators developed a treasure in their spiritual root, which they used as their main weapon. This was their innate treasure. They would spit it out of their mouth when fighting and it was sometimes a cultivator's weakness and limitation.

However, swordsmen were different. They used swords as weapons, just like mortals, so there was no need to rely on their innate treasure.

The man jumped down from the Full Moon Fortress and swung his sword. The movement was slow, as if he was done swinging it, so his movements were clearly visible.

However, what actually happened instead couldn’t be followed by the naked eye. There was no noise, not even a wave of power to reveal that the sword even moved other than the initial lazy movement from before, but the blue sword light was already heading its way toward Chiyou.

Jingle.

It was only after the clouds behind Chiyou split in half that the sound of bells rang. After leaving behind only an afterimage, Chiyou reappeared behind the man.

Chiyou’s sword, which was like an iron rod, collided in the air with the man’s sword. The collision resulted in a wave of shockwaves and explosions so powerful that they shook the heavens and the earth.

The man wasn’t intimidated even after receiving Chiyou’s blow. He recognized Chiyou because of the bells.

“Your only wish is to die,” he sneered.

Hundreds of swords appeared, hovering around the man. They weren’t just made out of energy. They were real swords.

The man couldn’t hide his disgust. “You poor guy, you aren’t worth wasting my efforts. Die, if that’s what you wish,” he said coldly.

Hundreds of swords surrounded Chiyou. They spread like rays of light, forming thousands of lines.

Chiyou was trapped in a tight net. He was impressed.

“Sword battle formation.”

to work together. However, the man in front of him was able to use it by himself. This was a perfect

for the first time. Soon after, blood gushed from Chiyou as thousands of sword energies

back the sword battle formation when he stopped in his tracks, shocked. The voice coming from inside the formation, which was now covered in a bloody mist, made it seem like the man was fine,

this technique of yours is still

his

he noticed what was wrong, it was

bloody mist, was pushing away the man’s sword battle

already intruded every corner of the formation. The tens of thousands of swords were no longer connected to each other and

new swords flew at Chiyou, who had

Chiyou had already used Shunpo to leap through space. He plunged the iron

it meant to be an Absolute. A true Absolute could evade and counterattack in one breath. To put it simply, attacking

himself to be stabbed so he could use

cocoon of blood before he even had a chance to link

escape his confines, but

head. He seemed puzzled. “Aren’t those bells a symbol of your desire to die? Why

The cocoon’s color changed from red to blue, then from purple to black. A foul stench was released. This

die? In this small dimension, you would’ve

like

manner that makes you look ugly. It’s time for

no cracks left from Chiyou's struggle. It just blew away

like it was

powder wasn’t just the fragments of the cocoon that had reached its full effect, but

was what the

he heard Chiyou’s

die like

“......!”

a bell from his mouth. The

rang

rare treasure cultivated by the late stage great ascension cultivator for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was an unrivaled defense treasure that could neutralize

other words, Chiyou

sword battle formation. Hundreds of swords, each

managed to cut him. He clearly felt the sensation of slashing Chiyou. Still, he was worried. He tilted the bell to the side so he could get

poking and stabbing him. He was going

the man didn’t let down his guard. He didn’t stop the formation. Instead, he infused

I had high hopes for you,

“......!”

Every time he was wounded, a mysterious stream of white-gold light seeped out

with spiritual energy flowing in his veins, but he

that? It isn’t the heaven and earth origin energy,

it made

divinity. In the cultivation world, a god referred to an Absolute

very far from

“The wish for immortality...!