Imperial Cultivation

They were greatly disappointed and shook their heads, looking toward the giant tower.

Amid swirling mist, the giant tower stood majestically and mystically, as if it had been here since ancient times.

The handsome young man frowned and said, "Is it this formidable?"

The burly middle-aged man smiled wryly, "Stronger than I imagined, but of course, it is, after all, a divine artifact."

The handsome young man said, "Whether it’s a divine artifact cannot be hastily concluded, we need further verification... Let me give it a try."

He took out a short sword from his bosom.

The sword rippled like a pool of autumn water, gently trembling like water waves.

Clear and soft.

With his right hand wielding the sword, his left hand formed sword fingers, first pointing to the center of his forehead, then to the sword.

A point of red light spread from his fingertips to the sword, resembling the sunset reflecting on a serene lake.

"Wuuu..."

The sword trembled more intensely, the red light grew more fierce, like waves rising in a sunset lake.

"Go." The handsome young man softly commanded, releasing his right hand.

The short sword transformed into a streak of red light shooting toward the giant tower.

"Pop!"

The red light exploded into a mist a meter outside the tower.

The red mist was diluted by the surrounding clouds, and vanished into the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

The handsome young man’s face suddenly changed, the color drained, leaving him as pale as paper.

The burly middle-aged man said, "Is that the Flowing Cloud Sword?"

"Yes."

"The Flowing Cloud Sword is destroyed just like that?" The burly middle-aged man frowned, "Really?"

The handsome young man snorted lightly, "Destroyed it is, any treasure has its day of destruction."

The burly middle-aged man shook his head, "Fortunately, the recoil wasn’t as strong just now, or else I would be the same as the Flowing Cloud Sword."

The handsome young man coldly said, "The stronger the attack, the stronger the recoil, it does resemble a divine artifact."

The burly middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Brother Meng, it surely is a divine artifact, right?"

"Yes, purely in terms of attack power, it is." The handsome young man nodded.

My Flowing Cloud Sword was crafted from an Extraterrestrial Strange Stone, indestructible and unstoppable.

But it ended up like this.

Spiritual Artifacts rarely possess such power; it’s undoubtedly a divine artifact.

He glanced around, his gaze landing on the Four Spirit Venerables in the distance, eyes burning like torches.

The faces of the Four Spirit Venerables slightly shifted, squinting their eyes to stare back at him.

Several gazes clashed in the air, as if trying to spark flames.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, the Imperial Palace tribute in the distance felt it hard to breathe, as if a mountain pressed atop their heads.

The burly middle-aged man followed suit, grinning, "Those four are nothing to worry about, what can they dare to do carelessly!"

Their breath was weak, evidently heavily injured and unable to recover in the short term.

By that time, the divine artifact would already be ours to take.

The handsome young man retracted his gaze, examining the majestic giant tower, "We fear it’s too vast to simply take, it must be refined."

The burly middle-aged man nodded, "Indeed, it must be refined to take it, but we can’t get close; without nearby access, refining is impossible?"

The handsome young man slowly moved forward, slowing with proximity to the giant tower, moving step by step.

The burly middle-aged man stood afar, holding his breath and widening his eyes.

The four in the distance had cold smiles, watching indifferently.

Chu Zhiyuan curiously watched, sensing the handsome young man possessed some reliance.

The handsome young man suddenly stopped, slowly extending both palms, with a point of red light gathering on his fingertips.

The red light gradually expanded, akin to a small cluster of flames gently flickering.

He stretched his arm forward, using the flame as a guide.

When the flame neared extinction, he halted, once revived, he continued forward.

Like holding a candle through the wilderness at night.

Should strong winds threaten to extinguish the candle, he’d pause, shielding the flame, and proceed once the wind passed.

Slowly advancing in a winding path, not directly toward the giant tower.

Though appearing a detour, the distance to the giant tower steadily decreased.

Finally reaching the front of the giant tower, within arm’s reach, drawing a nod from Chu Zhiyuan.

This maneuver was indeed exquisite, while the flame the handsome young man formed evidently belonged to an extraordinary Miracle Technique.

This Miracle Technique was no ordinary feat; it could explore the distribution of Spiritual Energy, perceive its flow, and thus advance accordingly.

Like a fish navigating a mighty river, finding gaps to enter.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

With the Divine Eye opened, one can see the distribution and flow of Spiritual Energy, but I never considered borrowing momentum, advancing with current.

I must learn this approach from the handsome young man.

"Brother Meng, impressive!" The burly middle-aged man laughed heartily, "Your Candle Red Lotus Technique is remarkable!"

The handsome young man smiled faintly, "A mere childish trick!"

The burly middle-aged man rolled his eyes, "Hey!"

He then snorted, "Can you refine it?"

"Should be able to." The handsome young man confidently extended his hand forward, the small cluster of flame still burning at his fingertips.

At the moment the flame touched the tower, it instantly extinguished.

𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The handsome young man was then blasted straight back, spewing a Blood Arrow in mid-air.

The burly middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Brother Meng!"

"No worry!" The handsome young man stabilized mid-air, wiped the blood from his lips, and coldly said, "Interesting!"

"Are you all right?"

"Didn’t hurt me."

"That’s good." The burly middle-aged man exhaled, pursing his lips inwardly.

Tough talk.

That strike must have been quite unbearable, certainly sustaining considerable injury.

The handsome young man coldly glared at the giant tower, thirty meters away, and again slowly approached.

The fingertip formed another small cluster of flame, guiding him close to the tower.

This time, he didn’t rashly let the flame touch the tower.

Instead, he got close without making contact, preserving a distance of about an inch, tracing around the tower’s body.

Flame fluctuated between surging and shrinking, even nearing extinction.

Promptly retreating, restoring its vigor.

After circling around, multiple places had the flame surging; he stopped at one, slowly placing his hand on the tower.

His expression was solemn, and the burly middle-aged man widened his eyes.

The Four Spirit Venerables in the distance were also wide-eyed.

Under their gaze, the flame on his fingertips abruptly expanded, enveloping his palm.

The hand transformed into a flaming hand, slowly connecting to the tower.

The patterns on the tower suddenly lit up.

Gold rays from elsewhere rapidly converged, causing the patterns to brightly illuminate, golden light bursting forth.

"Bang!"

The handsome young man was flung away, spewing another Blood Arrow mid-air.

His face was deathly pale, his aura weak like a flickering candle, unable to control his descent.

"Brother Meng!"

The burly middle-aged man stepped forth, grasping his shoulder to stop the fall, suspending him mid-air, "Are you okay?"

"...Won’t die."

"Your injuries are serious, perhaps we should retreat."

"No!"

"But..."

"I have a contingency!" The handsome young man gritted his teeth, "To accelerate the refining!"

"But you can’t attach to it, how will you refine?"

"There’s a way!"

"Then try again; if it’s impossible, retreat, lest you surrender yourself."

"If failing, I won’t leave, just watch who can seize this divine artifact."

"I reckon if even you can’t, none can!"

"Heh, speaking with such pomp!"

The distant Four Spirit Venerables couldn’t help reacting to those words.

The burly middle-aged man glanced over, sneering, "Can you?"

"We can’t and neither can you, but it doesn’t mean no one can!"

"Then find someone to prove that!"

"Just watch, someone will subdue this divine artifact!"

The burly middle-aged man continued to argue with them.

The handsome young man seized the opportunity to adjust his breath, taking out an exquisite lotus flower.

The size of a peach, glistening white, as if carved from mutton fat jade.

With his left palm supporting it before his forehead, staring.

A red hue began to expand within the lotus, turning it pink, its radiance captivating.

The red hue concentrated, forming crimson along the petal edges.

With crimson enhancing its luster, it appeared even more radiant and alluring.