100: Chapter 099 Peeling_1 100: Chapter 099 Peeling_1 For a hundred years since Opening Heaven, Mu Tung had not sacralized nor elevated his own world.
He was taming a Spirit Beast.
Spirit Beasts can advance along with their masters, especially alongside the master’s world.
A Ninth Grade Spirit Beast can open the Profound Realm.
Before reaching the Ninth Grade, if a Spirit Beast could participate in a cultivator’s personal world advancement, it greatly aids in ascending to the Ninth Grade and creating the Profound Realm.
If a Spirit Beast participates in refining the Cave World, the Cave World can also acquire a share of the Spirit Beast’s elusive and substantial Tao Rhythm, increasing its essence and strength.
Just wasting a mere hundred years, then elevating the Cave World after subduing a Spirit Beast, is definitely worth it.
In these hundred years, Mu Tung had accumulated many genius treasures to upgrade the Cave World, just waiting for a Spirit Beast to acknowledge him as its master, to instantly make up for the hundred years of stagnation.
Yet today, he was forced to advance.
If he did not advance, he would be beaten to death by Feng Yi Ju.
Feng Yi Ju, hindered by the Formation, flashed a glimpse of urgency in his eyes, frantically outputting his mana, as the Big Seal and Immortal Sword rained down like thunderstorms on the Formation.
An Array Plate could not withstand the continuous dense attacks, and cracked open.
Mu Tung was in a panic, spewing a mouthful of blood onto the genius treasures in front of him, igniting a raging fire.
The speed of refining the genius treasures increased threefold.
This was his Origin Real Blood, and this time the loss was great.
If he didn’t slaughter Qingyuan and collect all its resources, he couldn’t compensate for it.
Feng Yi Ju’s face darkened, and as the Immortal Sword he held shot out to attack automatically, he himself made hand-signs and formed mana, transforming into thunder and floodwaters that fiercely assaulted the Formation.
The Array Plate emitted crackling sounds incessantly, already spider-webbed with cracks, another plate started to fracture as well.
Mu Tung, in a state of extreme urgency, spewed another large mouthful of True Blood, burning his lifespan, straining to refine the genius treasures, while simultaneously mobilizing the Power of the World.
Just as Feng Yi Ju shattered two Array Plates, the Cave World roared open.
Rapidly expanding, it encapsulated the surrounding territory in the blink of an eye.
Feng Yi Ju broke through the Formation and rushed out only to see the scenery change around him.
It was no longer the look of green pines and lush woods of East Cloud Mountain, but a barren wasteland.
Laughter came from all directions: “Haha, Feng Yi Ju!
Enter my world, and I am the god; what can you do?!”
Mu Tung appeared in the sky, seated on a golden throne, his wounds rapidly healing.
He looked down at Feng Yi Ju, the expression of relief on his face had not yet dissipated, and his defiance was already rising.
The humiliation from three hundred years ago was not something that could just be brushed off.
In normal times, one maintains the heart by cultivating the Tao and could afford to ignore it.
Having been suppressed and beaten by Feng Yi Ju all day today, his rage surged forth.
“How do you wish to die?” he looked down at Feng Yi Ju.
He would certainly not show consideration like Feng Yi Ju did three hundred years ago, afraid to act and kill.
Today, Feng Yi Ju must die!
Who knows what kind of accidents could happen if he were to be spared this time?
Next time they met, he might be the one killed on the spot by Feng Yi Ju?
Feng Yi Ju’s Immortal Sword was planted into the ground as he looked up at Mu Tung, a smile actually appearing at the corner of his mouth: “I’m afraid Brother Mu has yet to understand the meaning of ‘Everywhere the Qingyuan Array Flag is planted, is all within Qingyuan Territory!’
A bad premonition rose within Mu Tung, and before he could expel Feng Yi Ju from his world, that green-colored big flag was already abruptly planted on the ground.
Vine-like marks instantly surged outward in all directions.
Mu Tung instantly felt control over that area slipping away from him.
His expression changed in an instant, ready to decisively cut off that piece of territory.
But then he saw Feng Yi Ju, who pulled out a Sword Box from who-knows-where.
He looked up at Mu Tung, laughing.
“Has Brother Mu forgotten that I come from the Qingyuan Sword Residence?”
Mu Tung’s face changed dramatically!
In Qingyuan Sword Residence, they claimed to cultivate swordsmanship, rather than that, it would be more accurate to say they cultivated the Sword Box, each person possessing countless Immortal Swords, each with its own unique function.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Tung had already bent his fingers to draw Talismans, intending to sever Feng Yi Ju along with that realm.
But he suddenly discovered that he could not sense that realm at all.
It was as if that place simply did not exist.
How could one cut something that didn’t exist?
Not only that, he found that his body’s true essence, Power of the World, in that moment, was completely sealed, as if he couldn’t use even a tiny bit!
The drawn Spirit Talisman dissipated in an instant.
When Cultivators reach the Stepping Sky Realm and Open The Heaven, in essence, they become one with the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth become them.
Inserting a Formation Flag into the world is like inserting it into their bodies; their entire beings lose control.
However, at this moment, Feng Yi Ju slapped the Sword Box, and four Immortal Swords flew out.
“These four swords are named Zhou, they cut through spring, summer, autumn, winter, through ancient and present!” He pointed with his fingers, and the four swords instantly shot to the four corners of the world.
Mu Tung’s body suddenly had four sword holes, with blood spurting out.
Cultivators are in unity with heaven and earth, so to Cut Heaven and earth would also cut the Cultivator.
Mu Tung grew even paler, his eyes filled with terror.
His injuries were irrelevant; he could no longer feel the flow of time within his Cave World!
Feng Yi Ju struck the Sword Box once more, and another four Immortal Swords flew out.
“These four swords are named Yu, they cut in all directions, the extremes of all domains!” As the swords emerged with a Dragon’s Chant, Mu Tung’s body gained another four bloody holes.
His breathing became more labored, and with terror in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Spare my life!
Feng, my friend, spare my life!
Grant me return and I shall dare not set foot in East Cloud ever again!”
His elders had warned him not to recklessly allow others into his own world.
Why didn’t he listen?
Why didn’t he listen!
And to think he accepted an enemy!
This Feng Yi Ju was not right, definitely not just an ordinary limit of Demonic transformation; he knew too much about the Cave World, Cutting through time, Cutting through space, his swords never missing their mark, as if the dimensions of time and space in his Cave World were blatantly marked and exposed!
Not even those in the Opening Heaven Boundary knew the Cultivators’ Cave Worlds so well!
Yet Feng Yi Ju appeared to turn a deaf ear to his cries, he slapped the Sword Box again, and still, four Immortal Swords flew out.
“These four swords are named as Pure Land, they cut through earth, water, wind, fire!”
Mu Tung’s throne collapsed in an instant beneath him, his face ashen, yet there was a flash of realization in his eyes as he looked at Feng Yi Ju: “You didn’t come to kill me, you came to strip away my Cave World?”
Feng Yi Ju did not reply, but with a point of his finger, the Pure Land swords shot out.
Mu Tung’s image within the Cave World shattered in an instant.
Feng Yi Ju took out the Big Seal, tossed it into the air, and it floated halfway up; he leapt up, and by the time he landed, he was already outside.
Mu Tung lay on the ground, stupefied, his breath as faint as a wisp.
His Cave World was forcibly stripped away, his Tao Cultivation nearly ruined.
He looked at Feng Yi Ju with resentment: “No wonder you fought me for so long, you wanted to force me to refine the natural treasures to enhance my Cave World!”
Ever since he reached the Opening The Heaven, he had never again refined his Cave World, only waiting for the Soul Beast to be in place to refine it with him.
Feng Yi Ju held a crystal-clear ball in one hand, the ball writhing and squirming, like a hard-shelled raw egg.
“Correct!” he responded.
Mu Tung’s world was too fragile; unless forced to refine and stabilize it, it would disperse as soon as it was stripped.
“Whose world are you transplanting mine to?” Mu Tung asked through gritted teeth.
Feng Yi Ju shook his head with a smile, “To no one.
A cultivator capable of transplanting someone else’s Cave World inherently has a sufficient foundation to forge their own world.
Why bother transplanting?
After transplantation, there would be no further advancement.
What use is such a wasted world?”