After cultivators stepped into cultivation, they were unaffected by the changing seasons. Therefore, the four seasons probably could not give them any feelings throughout the year.
Hence, they would often forget the passing of time too.
Chen Chao looked at the falling snowflakes and then realized that it should be early winter in the fourteenth year of Tianjian. Before long, after crossing this winter, it would be the fifteenth year of Tianjian.
After his momentary distraction, the lightning had already descended.
Chen Chao's first encounter with lightning spells was when Song Changxi used it. After that, he witnessed Yun Jianyue and the middle-aged daoist's lightning spells. Yun Jianyue's lightning spells were stronger than Song Changxi's, not to mention the lightning spells used by the middle-aged daoist.
Now looking at Song Changxi's lightning spells, Chen Chao shook his head, no longer feeling the horror.
If a person has been to a peak and seen the scenery there, how could they possibly be moved by a clump of weed at the foot of the mountain?
A bright saber light appeared between the two. Chen Chao's hand gripping the saber had the webbing between his thumb and index finger split open many times. Now that it scabbed over again, it looked somewhat ugly, but the issue was not that. The repeated tearing of the webbing between his thumb and index finger made his grip on the saber more firm and stable.
His fight with the middle-aged daoist was a valuable wealth in his cultivation life, and this wealth would be useful until he reached Nepenthe Realm.
A lightning bolt fell, carrying the might of thunder. Song Changxi's cultivation realm seemed to have grown slightly stronger again compared to before. It seemed that in this ruin, he had truly been inspired and had gained some lucky chance once again.
As one of the geniuses in Daoism, even though he had lost to Chen Chao, he was indeed a genius. A genius would never stop progressing. In other words, how can one who remained stagnant be called a genius?
The thunderbolt carrying a vast might fell, but it did not touch the ground because it encountered a cold and sharp saber light in mid-air. Chen Chao's attack was exceptionally sharp and instantly severed the thunderbolt. After the violent thunderbolt was split apart, it instantly lost all vitality and dissipated. It was very strange.
However, Song Changxi was not Yun Jianyue; he would not think about the so-called real fairness. He was not the middle-aged daoist either, who was extremely conceited due to their huge gap in cultivation. Therefore, it was not just one thunderbolt that fell upon the human world but countless.
Countless thunderbolts instantly formed a lightning pool here, just like by the lakeside before. Chen Chao had fought for survival in the lightning pool and finally defeated Song Changxi with great difficulty. Today, it seemed that the same story was happening again, but clearly, the result should be different.
Those lightning spells were Daoist techniques borrowing the might of heaven and earth. But whether there was indeed the might of heaven and earth depended on the realm of the cultivator using the technique.
It was evident that Song Changxi's current realm was still shallow. Although the summoned lightning was still powerful, it was not close to the so-called might of heaven and earth.
Both of them were not the same as they were in the past. But back then, Chen Chao could defeat Song Changxi with just a cultivation realm's difference, so naturally, he could do it now.
The cold and sharp saber light pierced through the lightning pool, and the thunderbolts began to shatter one by one. Song Changxi frowned slightly, clearly not expecting his powerful Daoist lightning spells to be resolved by Chen Chao so easily.
But before he could think about it, Chen Chao's figure had already arrived in front of him like a ghost. Song Changxi's face suddenly changed drastically, a ancient bronze artifact appeared in front of him for no reason. Countless auras flowed out from the ancient bronze artifact, forming an invisible river of qi between the two that was hard to perceive with the naked eye.
A green talisman suddenly appeared at Song Changxi's fingertips, and he slapped it onto the ancient bronze artifact. The ancient bronze artifact trembled terrifyingly and erupted with a green light.
Chen Chao glanced at Song Changxi, and the broken saber in his hand had already slashed toward the ancient bronze artifact.
With a loud buzz, as if when heaven and earth was first hewed apart, a crack instantly appeared on the ancient bronze artifact, and Song Changxi's complexion suddenly turned pale. Blood spurted from his mouth for no reason.
He looked at Chen Chao in shock. He had thought that it was possible he might lose to Chen Chao again, but he never imagined that he would lose to Chen Chao in such a simple, direct, and rapid manner.
They had just started fighting, and there was already a clear distinction.
"How could this be possible?!"
Blood seeped out of the corners of Song Changxi's mouth as he looked at Chen Chao in astonishment.
Chen Chao ignored him and just punched heavily on the ancient bronze artifact, which already had a crack on it. Being struck by Chen Chao's punch, it exploded with a bang!
The debris scattered in all directions, and Song Changxi was hit by a fragment, causing a depression to appear at his chest. Then he was sent flying and crashed into the white mist.
The victory was decided.
Chen Chao did not sheathe his saber; this result was within his expectations.
The endless killing intent of the young girl had severely injured the middle-aged daoist, and there were still some remnants of it lingering on his saber at this moment. With this lingering endless killing intent, forget that Song Changxi was a Bitter Sea cultivator, he would likely be severely injured even if he was a Great Beyond cultivator.
Of course, this did not mean that Chen Chao could not defeat Song Changxi without this endless killing intent. It just so happened that the final remnants encountered Song Changxi, making it his misfortune.
Chen Chao took big steps forward to deliver the final blow to Song Changxi.
However, he soon stopped in his tracks.
Because several figures walked out of the white mist.
There were several cultivators of various ages, and among them, a daoist in a daoist robe was currently supporting Song Changxi, injecting him with several streams of qi.
He lifted his head, looking at Chen Chao with disdain as he said, "Where did this uncouth martial artist come from? Don't you know he is a disciple of our Dao society?!"
The daoist felt that his cultivation realm was profound and spoke without any politeness.
Chen Chao was slightly taken aback. According to the rules established initially, these cultivators should not have appeared here. However, he quickly understood that the changes in the ruin might have alerted people outside, thus breaking the so-called rules.
Chen Chao coldly glanced at Song Changxi, ignoring the daoist.
The daoist had an inflated view of himself and was accustomed to being respected. Now, being so blatantly disregarded by a young martial artist, he could not help feeling infuriated. His figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chao, and with a palm strike, a powerful aura surged from his fleshly palm, akin to countless rays of light colliding with Chen Chao.
He actually developed killing intent with a word of disagreement!
Chen Chao swung his saber, striking the myriad rays of light. Then, he was forced back several meters by the formidable aura, only coming to a stop not far away.
Having exhausted the remnant killing intent, Chen Chao had no chance of winning against the cultivator in front of him.
However, having failed with his first strike, the daoist was already furious and hardly cared about anything at this point. His second strike already arrived in an instant.
It was the same technique, but the aura at this moment was much stronger and more ruthless. At the same time, it was accompanied by unmasked killing intent.
After cultivators stepped into cultivation, they were unaffected by the changing seasons. Therefore, the four seasons probably could not give them any feelings throughout the year.
Hence, they would often forget the passing of time too.
Chen Chao looked at the falling snowflakes and then realized that it should be early winter in the fourteenth year of Tianjian. Before long, after crossing this winter, it would be the fifteenth year of Tianjian.
After his momentary distraction, the lightning had already descended.
Chen Chao's first encounter with lightning spells was when Song Changxi used it. After that, he witnessed Yun Jianyue and the middle-aged daoist's lightning spells. Yun Jianyue's lightning spells were stronger than Song Changxi's, not to mention the lightning spells used by the middle-aged daoist.
Now looking at Song Changxi's lightning spells, Chen Chao shook his head, no longer feeling the horror.
If a person has been to a peak and seen the scenery there, how could they possibly be moved by a clump of weed at the foot of the mountain?
A bright saber light appeared between the two. Chen Chao's hand gripping the saber had the webbing between his thumb and index finger split open many times. Now that it scabbed over again, it looked somewhat ugly, but the issue was not that. The repeated tearing of the webbing between his thumb and index finger made his grip on the saber more firm and stable.
His fight with the middle-aged daoist was a valuable wealth in his cultivation life, and this wealth would be useful until he reached Nepenthe Realm.
A lightning bolt fell, carrying the might of thunder. Song Changxi's cultivation realm seemed to have grown slightly stronger again compared to before. It seemed that in this ruin, he had truly been inspired and had gained some lucky chance once again.
As one of the geniuses in Daoism, even though he had lost to Chen Chao, he was indeed a genius. A genius would never stop progressing. In other words, how can one who remained stagnant be called a genius?
The thunderbolt carrying a vast might fell, but it did not touch the ground because it encountered a cold and sharp saber light in mid-air. Chen Chao's attack was exceptionally sharp and instantly severed the thunderbolt. After the violent thunderbolt was split apart, it instantly lost all vitality and dissipated. It was very strange.
However, Song Changxi was not Yun Jianyue; he would not think about the so-called real fairness. He was not the middle-aged daoist either, who was extremely conceited due to their huge gap in cultivation. Therefore, it was not just one thunderbolt that fell upon the human world but countless.
Countless thunderbolts instantly formed a lightning pool here, just like by the lakeside before. Chen Chao had fought for survival in the lightning pool and finally defeated Song Changxi with great difficulty. Today, it seemed that the same story was happening again, but clearly, the result should be different.
Those lightning spells were Daoist techniques borrowing the might of heaven and earth. But whether there was indeed the might of heaven and earth depended on the realm of the cultivator using the technique.
It was evident that Song Changxi's current realm was still shallow. Although the summoned lightning was still powerful, it was not close to the so-called might of heaven and earth.
Both of them were not the same as they were in the past. But back then, Chen Chao could defeat Song Changxi with just a cultivation realm's difference, so naturally, he could do it now.
The cold and sharp saber light pierced through the lightning pool, and the thunderbolts began to shatter one by one. Song Changxi frowned slightly, clearly not expecting his powerful Daoist lightning spells to be resolved by Chen Chao so easily.
But before he could think about it, Chen Chao's figure had already arrived in front of him like a ghost. Song Changxi's face suddenly changed drastically, a ancient bronze artifact appeared in front of him for no reason. Countless auras flowed out from the ancient bronze artifact, forming an invisible river of qi between the two that was hard to perceive with the naked eye.
A green talisman suddenly appeared at Song Changxi's fingertips, and he slapped it onto the ancient bronze artifact. The ancient bronze artifact trembled terrifyingly and erupted with a green light.
Chen Chao glanced at Song Changxi, and the broken saber in his hand had already slashed toward the ancient bronze artifact.
With a loud buzz, as if when heaven and earth was first hewed apart, a crack instantly appeared on the ancient bronze artifact, and Song Changxi's complexion suddenly turned pale. Blood spurted from his mouth for no reason.
He looked at Chen Chao in shock. He had thought that it was possible he might lose to Chen Chao again, but he never imagined that he would lose to Chen Chao in such a simple, direct, and rapid manner.
They had just started fighting, and there was already a clear distinction.
"How could this be possible?!"
Blood seeped out of the corners of Song Changxi's mouth as he looked at Chen Chao in astonishment.
Chen Chao ignored him and just punched heavily on the ancient bronze artifact, which already had a crack on it. Being struck by Chen Chao's punch, it exploded with a bang!
The debris scattered in all directions, and Song Changxi was hit by a fragment, causing a depression to appear at his chest. Then he was sent flying and crashed into the white mist.
The victory was decided.
Chen Chao did not sheathe his saber; this result was within his expectations.
The endless killing intent of the young girl had severely injured the middle-aged daoist, and there were still some remnants of it lingering on his saber at this moment. With this lingering endless killing intent, forget that Song Changxi was a Bitter Sea cultivator, he would likely be severely injured even if he was a Great Beyond cultivator.
Of course, this did not mean that Chen Chao could not defeat Song Changxi without this endless killing intent. It just so happened that the final remnants encountered Song Changxi, making it his misfortune.
Chen Chao took big steps forward to deliver the final blow to Song Changxi.
However, he soon stopped in his tracks.
Because several figures walked out of the white mist.
There were several cultivators of various ages, and among them, a daoist in a daoist robe was currently supporting Song Changxi, injecting him with several streams of qi.
He lifted his head, looking at Chen Chao with disdain as he said, "Where did this uncouth martial artist come from? Don't you know he is a disciple of our Dao society?!"
The daoist felt that his cultivation realm was profound and spoke without any politeness.
Chen Chao was slightly taken aback. According to the rules established initially, these cultivators should not have appeared here. However, he quickly understood that the changes in the ruin might have alerted people outside, thus breaking the so-called rules.
Chen Chao coldly glanced at Song Changxi, ignoring the daoist.
The daoist had an inflated view of himself and was accustomed to being respected. Now, being so blatantly disregarded by a young martial artist, he could not help feeling infuriated. His figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Chao, and with a palm strike, a powerful aura surged from his fleshly palm, akin to countless rays of light colliding with Chen Chao.
He actually developed killing intent with a word of disagreement!
Chen Chao swung his saber, striking the myriad rays of light. Then, he was forced back several meters by the formidable aura, only coming to a stop not far away.
Having exhausted the remnant killing intent, Chen Chao had no chance of winning against the cultivator in front of him.
However, having failed with his first strike, the daoist was already furious and hardly cared about anything at this point. His second strike already arrived in an instant.
It was the same technique, but the aura at this moment was much stronger and more ruthless. At the same time, it was accompanied by unmasked killing intent.
