Chapter 594: The Sword Left Snow, Severed a Mountain, Leveled a Palace

Publish Time: 2026-07-31 18:32:00

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That sword strike was like a sudden, startling streak of light.

It swept down from the mountain peak, splitting a great mountain. The palaces within were turned to rubble. Trees and grass all toppled in that instant, crushed like dry twigs. Yet it felt over in a flash.

Yet that immortal island had changed completely.

A deep chasm spread from the mountain, forcibly splitting it into a valley.

Gleaming white snow poured down, cascading into the new depths.

But not a single drop of blood stained the pure white light. All that remained was unspoiled white, as if silence had reclaimed the scene.

“Hoo…”

A gentle breeze blew past. Before their eyes lay only ruins; beneath their feet, the deep, dark ravine.

As for Qinle Palace, it was unclear whether it still stood.

The disciples of Qingyue Palace were all knocked out without exception.

Ji Fuyao was badly wounded, dazed and confused.

“Cough…”

She spat out blood and staggered to her feet from the snowy ground.

Her eyes, full of bewildered misery, swept her surroundings in disbelief.

Ruined… everything was ruined…

Centuries of effort, destroyed once more.

Just as it happened back then… with just one sword.

How painfully familiar this scene felt.

The wind and snow blew, threatening to press down her battered form. Her gaze shifted towards Chen Changsheng. Yet for a long moment, she said nothing.

Patriarch Yun stood behind Chen Changsheng, completely dumbstruck, his arms trembling slightly.

One sword!

Just one sword!

Such a mighty Immortal Mountain sect had vanished utterly beneath that single stroke.

Patriarch Yun had witnessed that strike. He couldn’t stop trembling. That blow was in no way inferior to Zhao Yuqing’s.

Chen Changsheng glanced at Ji Fuyao and said, “I hope you understand the reality. Know this, Palace Master: there are heavens beyond heavens, people beyond people. Bullying the weak out of fear of the strong will inevitably lead to miscalculation one day.”

He sheathed his sword, then turned and strode away.

Patriarch Yun snapped out of his daze and hurried after him.

Ji Fuyao watched the receding figure of the man in green robes, the Green-Robed Gentleman. Hatred for this world suddenly flared in her heart.

“Heaven does not favor me…”

“Heaven does not favor me…”

Ji Fuyao whispered the words, a bitter smile twisting her lips.

She staggered and knelt in the snow.

In that moment, she fully understood: Qinle Palace likely had no chance to ever rise again.

But this wasn’t tragic. Many disasters are simply the result of one’s own mistakes.

As Patriarch Yun left, he couldn’t help but glance back at that Immortal Mountain.

He still found it hard to believe.

Could a cultivator in this world really possess power devastating enough to destroy heaven and earth? A sword that cleaves an Immortal Mountain… a sword that extinguishes a whole sect…

A shiver of fear ran through Patriarch Yun, followed by a wave of relief at the choice he’d made back then. If that sword had fallen upon the Yun Manor… what fate would have befallen them?

He looked at Mr. Chen now. The man seemed utterly calm and ordinary, as if nothing special had just happened. As if that terrifying sword strike was completely commonplace.

Back at the cloud Manor, the Elders from the inner mountains had already gathered the clan’s disciples, who waited on high alert.

At the outer mountain gate, the steward stood guard, his eyes anxiously scanning the distant path.

Everyone in the Yun Manor was tense without exception. This concerned the survival of their entire clan. No one dared show the slightest carelessness.

“The Patriarch has not returned…”

The steward grew incredibly anxious. He kept waiting, calculating the time, thinking that if they didn’t return soon, he would rally the disciples and march on Qinle Palace. Better to fight life and death than sit waiting for doom!

Thankfully, Patriarch Yun returned in time.

When two figures appeared on the path, the steward immediately rushed forward to meet them.

Cultivators from the inner mountains also flew through the air, not daring to pause even for a moment.

Before they even reached the gate, Chen Changsheng and Patriarch Yun were surrounded.

“Master! Mr. Chen!”

The steward called respectfully.

Then, the white-haired Elder landed and immediately clasped his hands in greeting. “Greetings, Mr. Chen.”

Chen Changsheng nodded. “I will go inside first. Patriarch Yun will explain everything.”

“Understood.”

The white-haired Elder looked at Yun Ze. “Well? How did it go?”

Yun Ze cupped his hands. “Elder, Qinle Palace… she…”

His mouth opened, searching for words. “…is gone.”

The Elder of the Yun Manor frowned. “Gone? Be clear!”

“I mean, from now on, likely there will be no such Immortal Sect called Qinle Palace.”

These words caused the men before him to look at each other. First came confusion, then doubt.

“How can you joke about something like this?!”

Patriarch Yun shook his head. “How could I joke? After a few exchanges between Mr. Chen and the Palace Master of Qinle… one single sword strike nearly cleaved Qinle Immortal Mountain in half. If you go look now, Qinle Palace is nothing but crumbling walls and ruins.”

The Elder was still unconvinced. He shook his head. “I need to see it for myself!”

With that said, he soared into the air and flew straight towards Qinle Palace.

The steward asked, “Master… Qinle Palace… is truly destroyed?”

Patriarch Yun nodded. “You could say that.”

The Immortal Mountain itself was effectively ruined, though the disciples of Qinle Palace and its mistress had not perished. Most suffered only minor injuries.

Patriarch Yun felt a pang of respect. If he possessed cultivation power like Mr. Chen’s, he knew he couldn’t have left those people alive. The intent behind Mr. Chen’s restraint… was extraordinary.

Patriarch Yun then entered the manor. Chen Changsheng had already been waiting in the main hall.

Patriarch Yun approached, then his legs gave way, and he knelt.

Chen Changsheng asked, “Patriarch Yun, what is the meaning of this?”

“Great Master, you rescued Yun Manor from peril. This great kindness, all members of the Yun clan should remember for ten thousand generations. Please first receive this token of my deepest respect.”

Yun Ze performed a kowtow, pressing his forehead to the ground. He remained solemn.

Chen Changsheng quickly stepped forward and helped him rise. “We can discuss this later. Patriarch Yun, for now, please tell me about the Immortal Mountain schools best known for Formation Arrays and Talismans.”

Yun Ze caught on quickly. “Of course! Of course!”

As the steward served tea, Yun Ze sat down and began explaining the schools within the Cultivation World specializing in Talismans and Formation Arrays.

“If we talk about mastery in Talismans and Formations nowadays, the leading Immortal Mountain is undoubtedly Xuanjiu Immortal Mountain. Among all Immortal Mountains, only Xuanjiu currently holds such wide renown and possesses strength far exceeding many Immortal Sects.”

“But as for the most ancient and deep-rooted heritage, that must be the now-declined Yizhen Dao Mountain. Cultivation World legends say Yizhen Dao Mountain’s lineage dates back millennia. Once, a high master of Formations and Talismans used a single talisman to call down divine lightning from the highest heavens. Few Dongxu Cultivators could withstand such power.”

“It’s just that the paths of Formations and Talismans are intrinsically complex. Back then, Sword Mountain also shone brightly. Few chose to seek these paths, leading to disciples of mixed quality. Over time, the lineage encountered problems, and gradually… it faded away.”

Fundamentally, it wasn’t the Immortal Sect’s decline, but the decline of the Formations and Talismans paths themselves. It’s like chasing trends; some things simply fade amid advancing ideas and the passage of time.

“Are there others?” Chen Changsheng asked.

Patriarch Yun thought for a moment. “There are certainly more. But many are insignificant. The paths of Formations and Talismans ultimately…”

He did not continue. His meaning was already clear.

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