Chen Ping's Sword

"This power, regardless of its attributes or origin, exists between Heaven and Earth and yet surpasses them. With every bit of insight into the essence of power, discerning the rules and seeing the truth, this is the path to transcendence."

The Tribulation Points burned fiercely.

Chen Ping seemed to once again forget the time and place.

Only remembering going through the scorching heat and biting cold, as winters passed and springs arrived, countless years had gone by, before he suddenly woke, countless insights in his heart strung together like pearls.

What he saw was no longer the original Heaven and Earth; the composition of power had undergone a tremendous change.

"Wherever I stand, flowers should bloom."

Boom...

The ground trembled slightly.

Within a hundred-zhang radius, small flowers of orange, yellow, pure white, vivid purple, and pink bloomed from the buds of fragrant grass...

At the movement of his thoughts, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi surged, under an unknown force, all things grew towards the sun.

On a verdant field, indeed, flowers blossomed all around.

"So beautiful."

Ji Mingyue sheathed her sword on the side, gazing in awe, her eyes wide.

The surrounding crowd gasped in quiet amazement, forced to suppress their shock without speaking.

"Wherever I stand, all should wither."

His thoughts shifted again, within the hundred-zhang radius, the cutting north wind and icy chill rushed in, large fluffy snowflakes danced as ice crystals formed on the ground.

Chen Ping’s face showed contemplation, then suddenly he smiled.

He recited again: "Wherever I stand, there should be prosperous flourishing."

With the sound of a sword call.

Before him, the flowers disappeared, the snow melted, the light and shadows transformed, revealing the lights of thousands of households and the Brocade Mountains and Rivers.

Looking again within the hundred-zhang space, it seemed he saw countless people bustling about, heard the marketplace filled with clamors and laughter.

He also saw the surrounding mountains and rivers beautiful, fields stretching across...

Upon closer inspection, all the light and shadow vanished, leaving only the wild grass swaying, blood stains and hoofprints lingered on the blades.

As if everything before were just hallucinations.

And where Chen Ping stood, a gigantic pillar of star light, as thick as a barrel, descended with a roar, faintly heard within his body the rumbling echoing, it took three incense sticks’ time before it began to settle.

"Opened one hundred and eight Divine Acupoints, a flick of my arms, yielding over four hundred thousand pounds of force, a simple increase in power, an enhancement in attack, was indeed what should be expected.

The key is, after the True Gang Glazed Body reached Great Success, immaculate and spotless, clear and luminous, the Heart and Spirit extended, understood the path, I am now able to form the Spiritual Domain.

Though still incomparable to Divine Master Duran’s Unity Realm Perfection Realm Spiritual Cultivation, the Domain turning real. But ultimately, I have a Domain, using this Brocade Mountains and Rivers True Intent to offset its Life and Death, Prosperity and Decline Intent, within short time, I can still contend the Domain’s force field."

Reflecting on the battle before, I was entirely suppressed by the opponent’s Domain, having only my own Qi Blood Power to fight hard, a cold gleam flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes.

"This time, suppressing my Martial Intent is your death sentence."

Chen Ping silently estimated the gap between his own strength and the opponent’s, his heart settled, turned and asked: "Xiaoyue, has the scout returned, did Cui Huchen mobilize the troops to come, have they set out?"

"The scouts haven’t returned yet, but Little Cyan has brought back a letter."

The Little Cyan Bird is swift, and as Chen Ping’s Spirit Pet kept by his side, all the high-ranking officials of Xingqing Prefecture recognized it.

It doesn’t take long for it to come and go, half an hour was enough to bring back the news.

Ji Mingyue handed over a letter, Chen Ping opened it facing the wind, scanned it with eyes, showing a smile on his face.

"The cavalry advances first, this is good too, with forty-five thousand riders forming the Seven Stars Dipper Array, it does not lose to Yuwen Zao’s Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array, already worthy of a fight."

As for the infantry and provisions slowly arriving afterward, they are not without purpose.

This battle with Beizhou is critical, concerning a struggle over national fortune.

Chen Ping still never forgot, beside his own army, there are twenty thousand cavalry and infantry of Jinghai Army.

King Jinghai, sometimes appearing arrogant, sometimes cautious.

He dares not directly face the Beizhou Hu Cavalry’s edge, yet it doesn’t mean he dares not to raid and attack the troops under my command.

The human heart is indeed this strange.

Cannot but be wary.