Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 269 - Weve Been Locked Up for So Many Years! Its Time to Get Out!

Xu Ming swung his sword.

It seemed like an ordinary strike, yet it was excessively sharp—so sharp that it felt as if it could cut through anything.

And indeed, his sword cleaved through space itself, exposing the void beyond.

“Boom!”

With a thunderous roar, Xu Ming’s sword sliced the massive palm-shaped Dharma manifestation in the sky cleanly in half, dispersing it entirely into spiritual energy.

Holding his longsword, Xu Ming struck again, this time aiming at Xia He.

In response, Xia He threw out a semi-immortal-grade Glazed Golden Lotus to block in front of him.

This Glazed Golden Lotus was something Xia He had obtained in the Western Regions. It had saved his life multiple times in battles of life and death.

Yet now, it was sliced neatly in two by Xu Ming.

Even in this critical moment, Xia He was momentarily stunned.

A mere Jade Purity Realm cultivator, wielding only a second-grade immortal sword, had actually managed to cut his Glazed Golden Lotus in half?

“Could this be his sword domain?”

Xia He frowned, speculating in his heart.

Every swordsman’s sword domain was unique.

Xu Ming’s sword domain seemed to concentrate all his sword energy and intent into his blade, merging completely with it.

The sword in his hand was like a fire-forged blade of molten rock—before it, all things in the world were as fragile as paper.

Unlike Xu Xuenuo’s dazzling, all-encompassing swordsmanship that balanced offense and defense, Xu Ming had taken sharpness to the absolute extreme!

This was a true “One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques.”

Xia He dared not take this strike head-on.

Pulling back to widen the distance, Xia He formed a hand seal, and intricate formations began appearing beneath Xu Ming’s feet.

The cultivators of the Tianxuan Sect practiced many Daoist arts, but their greatest specialty was formations.

One by one, these formations activated.

Three Thunder Formation, Miao Fire Formation, Soul-Capturing Bewitching Formation—each array activated simultaneously.

Yet Xu Ming dealt with them all the same way.

With just a single sword strike, he shattered each formation one after another.

Be it tangible or intangible, everything was as fragile as a cicada’s wings before Xu Ming’s sword domain.

As the Tianxuan Mirror neared Sanshi Peak, Xia He knew that time was running out.

Without hesitation, Xia He drew a dagger and slashed his own wrist.

Fresh blood flowed freely from the wound.

However, instead of dripping to the ground, the blood hovered in midair, as if the very air itself was a solid plane.

His blood spread outward, forming a complex pattern—a formation drawn from blood!

“It’s time for you to come out.”

“If I die here, how do you expect to achieve your grand ambitions? Will you stay trapped in that abyss forever?”

Xia He lifted his head and spoke slowly to the vast, empty sky.

The moment his words fell, the blood-drawn formation surged toward the heavens.

A crack appeared in the sky.

From the rift, black sludge began to drip down.

Wherever the sludge touched, it corroded and burned the earth. Anything that came into contact with it was instantly reduced to lifeless matter.

Then, from within the rift, an eye appeared.

“Boom!”

A pair of massive hands tore at the opening, trying to pry it wider—almost as if the rift was too small for its body to pass through.

The crack in the sky was forcefully ripped larger and larger.

And then, from the expanding rift, a colossal minotaur-like monster emerged, its head as massive as a mountain.

He glanced around, as if suddenly understanding Xia He’s intent, then reached out his massive hand toward the Tianxuan Mirror.

Xu Ming’s brows furrowed—something felt terribly wrong.

Without hesitation, he used the movement technique taught to him by the Thief and swiftly closed in on the monstrous hand.

Xu Ming slashed horizontally with his sword.

“Clang!”

A deafening sound echoed through the sky, like two massive slabs of iron colliding.

Xu Ming’s eyes narrowed—it was the heaviest thing he had ever struck.

Yet he didn’t think his sword lacked sharpness. It was his own strength that was lacking.

Gritting his teeth, Xu Ming tightened his grip on his longsword.

Activating Blood Frenzy, he poured every ounce of his strength into this one strike.

The veins in his sword-wielding arm burst open, blood splattering as his Nine Heavens Thunder Sword clashed with the demon’s arm, sparks flying in all directions.

“Get lost!”

With a final, decisive slash, the demon’s thick arm was severed in two!

“ROOOOAAAARRR!!!”

A horrific, agonized howl erupted from the monstrous being.

A torrent of green blood gushed from the wound like a waterfall, and the severed arm plummeted toward the ground.

The residual sword energy from Xu Ming’s strike spread outward—entire mountain peaks were leveled in its wake!

But his Nine Heavens Thunder Sword couldn’t withstand the strain.

It shattered into iron dust, dispersing into the air.

Xu Ming’s arms hung limply at his sides—completely drained, he couldn’t even lift them anymore.

But it didn’t matter.

No one could stop the Tianxuan Mirror now.

Under the protection of Wangxuan’s Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation, Xia He could only watch helplessly as the Tianxuan Mirror hurtled toward the Sanshi Peak.

Even in these final moments, Xia He still couldn’t comprehend—why was this mirror so important to them?

Could the Tianxuan Mirror really unravel the formation sealing Sanshi Peak?

But whether Xia He understood or not no longer mattered.

Inside Sanshi Peak, the Thief lifted his head.

In the prison, Xu Cang and the others were deathly pale.

Time had nearly run out for them—they were at their limits.

Yet at that moment, an indescribable feeling surged through the Thief’s body.

His eyes lit up with excitement.

“Old man!” the Thief called out to Xu Cang. “The Tianxuan Mirror is here!”

The mere mention of those words ignited hope in everyone’s eyes.

“I knew that kid was something special~”

Zhou Wanfeng chuckled softly.

“Once we get out, I’m definitely going to reward him properly.”

“That brat didn’t let me down after all.”

Xu Cang smirked.

“It’s time. We’ve been locked up for far too long!”

“Let’s go see the world again~”

The Thief’s voice was brimming with joy.

Xu Cang cast him a glance, then pressed his index and middle fingers together and pointed at him.

A streak of sword energy shot into the Thief’s body.

The Thief spat out blood—but instead of pain, an ecstatic grin spread across his face.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he twisted his neck, then tilted his head back and spat out a silver ingot.

Xu Cang unleashed three more sword beams.

Wrapped in sword energy, the silver ingot shot toward the peak, breaking through layers of rock as it ascended!

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In less than three breaths, the ingot breached the mountain’s summit, hovering above the Sanshi Peak.

And at that exact moment—

As if suddenly pulled by an unseen force, the Tianxuan Mirror accelerated.

It tore free from Wangxuan’s Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation, transforming into a streak of radiant light, and crashed toward the Sanshi Peak!