Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 59 - The Barrier of Light

The gap between Demon Beasts and Martial Artists of the same level wasn’t as great as in the Body Refinement Realm.

“Aren’t you hungry?

Now you have some roast meat!” Zhou Heng pointed towards the fallen beast.

Lin Fuxiang quickly shook her head in denial, joking about what a disgusting thing it was to eat; it would take half a year to get over it!

“Then there’s no helping it, we must keep moving!” Zhou Heng actually had no interest in the creature.

After all, a Martial Artist in the Spirit Gathering Realm could go three or four days without food without their combat abilities being affected.

Even a Martial Artist in the Blood Refinement Realm wouldn’t starve to death after three or four days without food.

Lin Fuxiang was simply throwing a fit befitting of a young lady.

“How could there be living creatures here?” What he cared more about was how peculiar this place was.

With no flowers or grass, what did the beasts here feed on?

They hadn’t gone much further when, with a loud thump, another Demon Beast burst from the ground.

It was a three-legged monster just like the others, and unsurprisingly, it was promptly dispatched by Zhou Heng’s sword.

As they continued, such Demon Beasts emerged endlessly.

After another two to three hours, Lin Fuxiang couldn’t go on any longer and insisted on resting.

Zhou Heng looked at the distance to the milky white barrier, which was still very far away, nodded in agreement, and thought it was better to rest properly.

Besides, the Black Sword had absorbed a lot of power, and he could use this opportunity to “digest” it.

He withdrew the Black Sword into his Dantian, and a vast amount of energy burst out immediately.

He quickly activated the Moonshadow Heart Jue, continuously absorbing and refining this energy into his own Spiritual Power reserve.

The Body Refinement Realm involved converting ingested food into True Yuan Force, while the Spirit Gathering Realm involved communing with the actual heaven and earth through the Dantian World, drawing in the Spiritual Energy from this world to slowly form their own microcosm.

These were entirely different processes, but one thing was the same: the process of absorbing Spiritual Energy was also the most time-consuming.

The Black Sword skipped this step altogether.

Each life it took, whether human or beast, was equivalent to accumulating a Gathering Yuan Pill.

Of course, the actual effect also depended on the Cultivation Level of the person or beast that was killed.

If they were all experts in the Spirit Gathering Realm like Jin Tengyi, it would be tantamount to a supercharged Gathering Yuan Pill.

However, Demon Beasts in the Body Refinement Realm naturally couldn’t compare to those in the Spirit Gathering Realm, let alone the Peak Third Layer Heaven.

In less than half an hour, Zhou Heng had fully refined the power released by the Black Sword, but his Cultivation Level had only increased a small fraction.

Of course, if Zhou Heng had to cultivate on his own, it would take at least a month or two!

“Stingy, I am really, really hungry!” Lin Fuxiang said pitifully.

Zhou Heng reached out his hand and said, “Seems like there’s still a bit of meat left!”

“Who would want to eat your trotters!” Lin Fuxiang slapped his hand away.

In reality, she was just grumbling needlessly, as neither of them had brought any food with them—if they had, it would have surely been soaked through during their underwater journey.

Zhou Heng gave a slight smile, and after chatting for a while with Lin Fuxiang, both of them started to feel sleepy and soon fell asleep.

Lin Fuxiang slept soundly and carefree, but Zhou Heng remained highly alert.

In this strange environment, how could he dare to truly fall asleep?

He was only allowing his body a little rest.

After all, reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm meant he could go several days without sleep without any trouble.

The sky here wasn’t bright, yet there was no night either.

It was always that expanse of blood-red sky, which gave no sense of time.

After Lin Fuxiang had rested enough, they continued their journey.

The closer they got to the front, the denser the bloody aura floating in the air became, almost about to form mist.

Half a day later, they finally arrived at the milky white barrier but were unable to penetrate it and see the situation inside.

Lin Fuxiang reached out to push it but was pulled back by Zhou Heng, almost causing her to stumble.

She grumbled, “You brat, are you trying to kill me?”

“You really are bold, reaching out to touch something when you have no idea what it is.

Aren’t you afraid it’s highly poisonous and could rot your hand off?” Zhou Heng sighed.

He was starting to regret bringing this young lady along.

Lin Fuxiang’s pretty face turned red, and she shot Zhou Heng a sharp glance before turning away to kneel down and draw circles in the ground.

She long knew she was no match for Zhou Heng and could only resort to this way of comfort, mentally defeating Zhou Heng in her imagination.

Thankfully she didn’t burst into laughter this time, or else she would have been met with Zhou Heng’s mockery once again.

Zhou Heng floated a punch into the barrier, and with his current level of Cultivation, even a force from a distance could easily reduce a Demon Beast or Martial Artist at the Body Refining Twelfth Layer Peak to pulp.

Thump!

A muffled sound, yet the barrier remained, not even a ripple appeared.

Zhou Heng, unreconciled, threw punch after punch, thumping more than ten times, yet it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any reaction.

“Hey, stingy, didn’t you eat your fill?

You’ve lost your strength!” Lin Fuxiang teased from the side, her spirits lifted seeing Zhou Heng’s predicament.

Zhou Heng ignored her and reached out towards the barrier.

“Hey, didn’t you say it can’t be touched?” Lin Fuxiang said from the side.

“That’s you.

I’m better than you, of course I can touch!” Zhou Heng answered casually.

Lin Fuxiang was so angry that she jumped up and down, but indeed, Zhou Heng was much more powerful than she was.

“Brat, one day I will surpass you and stomp you underfoot, you vile guy!” she secretly vowed.

The barrier was made of something incredibly sturdy!

Zhou Heng was secretly astonished, thinking that if the barrier were only the size of a room, it wouldn’t be much, but it was as big as a mountain.

How grand a gesture was needed to accomplish this?

Only the Black Sword could be used!

Zhou Heng placed his hopes on the Black Sword, a Divine Weapon that had easily sliced the Frost Cold Sword into seven or eight pieces.

With a single strike, it had even bisected Jin Tengyi, who was at the peak of the Gathering Spirit Third Layer Heaven.

He wondered whether it could continue to be miraculous.

“Step back a bit!” He summoned the Black Sword but didn’t immediately hack away.

Instead, he turned to Lin Fuxiang and said.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure, it might rebound or something.

It’s safer to step back a bit!” Zhou Heng said seriously.

Lin Fuxiang felt a sweetness in her heart, thinking to herself that this guy wasn’t entirely bad and still knew to care for her.

Since this was the case, when she surpassed this brat in the future, she would kick him a few times less.

Indeed, I, the young miss, am very reasonable!

Zhou Heng had no idea what she was thinking.

With a solemn gaze, he swung the Black Sword.

A ghostly light flashed.

Unlike the great collision imagined, the Black Sword cut through like slicing into tofu, sinking to the hilt!

Hum!

The barrier vibrated, rippling like water waves, opening a passage in front of Zhou Heng just wide enough for one person to enter, but only a zhang deep, with the milky white barrier still blocking the way ahead.

“Eh, it actually got split by you!” Lin Fuxiang’s spirits immediately lifted.

“This sword is really sharp!

Stingy ghost, I gave you the Frost Cold Sword, why don’t you give this one to me?

It’s broken anyway, I don’t despise it!”

“No way!” Zhou Heng stared at the split barrier, watching as countless lines of light on both sides surged, slowly repairing the barrier.

The speed wasn’t fast.

It took about ten minutes to completely heal, and the entire barrier was flawless, showing no signs of ever having been split open.

“This thing can repair itself?” Lin Fuxiang’s beautiful eyes widened with excitement.

Ten minutes was enough!

“Are you staying here, or are you coming with me?” Zhou Heng asked seriously.

“I don’t know what’s inside, it might be extremely dangerous.

Think it through for yourself!”

“Of course I’m going in!” Lin Fuxiang didn’t hesitate.

“How can we, practitioners of the martial path, lack courage!

This place is so magical, there might be some ultimate fortune hidden inside!”

She left out the part about disciplining Zhou Heng severely once she obtained that great fortune and cultivated an unparalleled divine technique.

“Great fortune!” Zhou Heng smiled, hoping there truly was a great fortune, and not just another cheap donkey dug up.

He sliced with the sword, and the barrier was cut open again.

Zhou Heng walked through, Lin Fuxiang hurriedly following.

Swish, swish, swish, Zhou Heng’s Black Sword sliced repeatedly, and they quickly advanced as the barrier ahead was sliced open layer by layer.

After about five minutes, Zhou Heng made another cut, and the scenery changed abruptly, revealing a new world.

—They had passed through the barrier.

This was a forest, where all around lay blood-red vines like a giant beast crouching, presenting a fierce demeanor.

“I think our target should be right in the middle of this place,” Zhou Heng pointed out.

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Lin Fuxiang urged.

“I’m starving to death.

Let’s find that great fortune quickly and then leave this place to enjoy a good meal!”

Did she really think the treasure would be picked up just by bending down a bit?

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.

This woman had been a young miss for too long and didn’t have the slightest sense of danger.

However, his goal was indeed ahead!

“Let’s go!” His spirit soared.

A martial artist without the spirit of adventure loses the courage to progress.

The two of them walked towards the blood-red vines.

After two hours, they had penetrated deep into this strange forest, surrounded by blood-red vines without a hint of any other color.

When they arrived at a huge rock, Lin Fuxiang insisted on resting, so they stopped to recuperate briefly.

“Save…

me…” Just then, from beneath the huge stone came a low cry for help!