My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 860: Nine Heavenly Swords

Under the bright moon’s light, the Beast Continent appeared vast, with towering mountains, enormous lakes, and endless forests.

The air was calm, and gentle winds blew from east to west. The stars shone clearly across the night sky beside the great, luminous moon.

The massive Silver Eagle soared high above the Beast Continent, gliding silently over the clouds.

“So this is the Beast Continent we’ve heard so much about… a land filled with creatures neither fully human nor beast—an abomination,” Zephar muttered as he gazed below, a smug grin twisting his face in disdain.

“They are pests that should never have existed in this world… utterly revolting.” Nerion nodded, his tone cold and filled with contempt.

They continued to ride the Silver Eagle, their expressions dark with disgust as they looked down upon the many beastmen tribes scattered below.

Though a powerful urge to annihilate them flared in their hearts, they restrained themselves, focusing on their greater task.

Every beastman was sound asleep, unaware of the divine predators above. Even the night guards failed to notice the giant Silver Eagle crossing silently through the skies.

It flew like a shadow, concealing its presence within the drifting clouds.

Some time later, the Silver Eagle descended near a vast, tranquil lake encircled by towering mountains, whose reflections shimmered beautifully upon the calm surface of the water.

“Brother Zephar, this place looks peaceful. Let’s rest here for the night, and when dawn arrives, we’ll begin searching for that mysterious mortal,” Nerion suggested, his eyes admiring the serene surroundings.

“This place indeed has a rare beauty,” Zephar agreed with a faint smile before reaching into his magic pouch to retrieve a miniature house.

He placed the small house gently on the ground, away from the water’s edge. A glowing magic circle appeared above it, radiating soft golden light.

Moments later, the miniature house expanded in size until a full structure stood before them—solid, detailed, and real.

Once the house stabilized, the two gods entered to rest for the night, while the Silver Eagle remained nearby, standing guard against the beasts that roamed the forest.

—

Anna Grace and the others sat cross-legged on the bed, their eyes closed in deep concentration as faint streams of spiritual energy surrounded them.

The atmosphere was warm, and traces of sweat glistened on their skin—a sign of the powerful cultivation session they had just completed.

Their breathing was steady yet deep, their auras resonating in perfect harmony. The room pulsed with gentle waves of spiritual light as their energy merged and circulated together, strengthening the bond between their souls and cultivation.

They were refining all the Yang Qi they had received from Yuan after their dual cultivation with him. Meanwhile, Yuan was in the bathroom, taking a bath to cleanse his body.

Vrasha and Kitsura immediately made several breakthroughs. Kitsura reached the peak of the Spirit Warrior realm, while Vrasha advanced to the fifth level of Spirit Master.

Anna Grace was on the verge of breaking through to the Spirit Lord realm. Her body was refining Yuan’s Yang Qi at a terrifying speed, while simultaneously absorbing a massive amount of Qi through every pore of her body.

Not only Anna Grace, but Aisha, Mireya, Sylvia, Lily, Leah, Rose, Julie, Ava, Valeria, Angela, Vanessa, Xi Meili, and Fang Xiaoyan were also drawing in enormous amounts of Spiritual Energy into their dantians through their pores.

Everyone’s cultivation was rising rapidly, and even from within the bathroom, Yuan could sense the Spiritual Energy from the entire kingdom surging toward their room.

A small smile appeared on his face as he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathtub.

“It seems Grandma and Aisha are about to make breakthroughs… they’ve gained a lot from my Yang Qi. The same can be said for Kitsura as well,” Yuan muttered with a soft smile, his expression calm yet filled with anticipation.

Some time later, everyone achieved breakthroughs in their cultivation, their strength increasing several times over.

—

As morning arrived, Yuan and his wives continued their regular training. Yuan stood at a distance, watching Vrasha as she practiced with her sword.

She moved her blade gracefully, yet each motion carried immense power. While observing her, Yuan realized he had not yet given her a sword technique.

The moment he realized this, he immediately began searching for a suitable one. Since Vrasha wielded a massive sword similar to his, he decided to teach her a powerful Heaven Rank sword technique.

After dual cultivating with him, her strength had already reached the seventh level of the Spirit Master realm—more than enough for her to handle a Heaven Rank technique.

It was a technique strong enough to split mountains and slice through clouds with a single slash. After searching for a while, he finally found the perfect one.

<Nine Heavenly Swords>

<Rank: Heaven>

<Description: A sword technique with nine forms, each strike stronger than the previous one.>

Yuan stared at the technique for a moment before a smile curved his lips. He was quite satisfied with what he had found.

’Nine Heavenly Swords… What a powerful name… Vrasha will definitely like this technique,’ he thought with a small smile, turning his head to look at Vrasha who was training with Valeria.

“Vrasha, come here for a second. I have something for you,” he called out to her gently, motioning for her to come closer.

Vrasha immediately stopped swinging her sword the moment she heard his voice and approached him with a bright smile on her face.

“What is it, Hubby?” she asked with excitement, her face just an inch away from his.

Yuan smiled softly and suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace. But since she was taller than him due to her Ogre physique, he didn’t lift her up.

With a huge smile, Vrasha pressed her lips against his and kissed him passionately for several seconds.

Once their passionate exchange ended, Yuan gently took her hand and placed a scroll in her palm with a smile.

Vrasha looked at him, puzzled, before glancing down at the scroll in her hand. Confusion filled her eyes as she looked back up at him again.

“What is this…?” she asked in a confused tone, not understanding what Yuan had just given her.

“It’s a sword technique I found for you. You don’t have a martial technique yet—it’s time you learned one,” Yuan said with a gentle smile, kissing her cheek softly.

“A sword technique? But what’s wrong with my own technique? I don’t think I need this,” Vrasha replied with a strange look, feeling uncertain.

Yuan sighed, taking a slow breath before explaining, “What you’ve been using all your life isn’t a real technique. You’ve only been refining your sword swings—it’s useless against cultivators.”

“The technique I’m giving you is a Heaven Rank technique. You’ll understand once you comprehend it. Let’s just say you could split an entire mountain with a single swing once you master it,” Yuan finished with a wide grin.

He was certain that Vrasha would get excited after hearing that, knowing how powerful this technique truly was. And just as he anticipated, Vrasha’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

“So, what do you think? Still not planning to learn it?” Yuan teased with a playful smile, raising his brows slightly.

“I’ll learn it! Who said I’m not going to learn it… hmph!” Vrasha huffed, her cheeks turning slightly red as she gently elbowed his side, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yuan chuckled as he watched her storm away, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

“She was so embarrassed that she didn’t even have time to say thank you… her nature is quite barbaric,” Yuan said softly, smiling as he admired her figure from a distance.

“I wonder what kind of weapon Grandma uses… I should ask her so I can choose a suitable technique for her as well.” Yuan pondered with a thoughtful expression, his gaze shifting toward Angela, who was doing push-ups.

Compared to before, her appearance had changed drastically after entering the Spirit Master realm. She looked much younger—almost the same age as her daughters. The only difference was that her breasts were far more generous.

“Grandma, could you come over here for a moment? I have something to ask you,” Yuan called out with a bright smile.

“Sure,” Angela replied with a gentle nod and came over to his side immediately.

Meanwhile, Anna Grace and the others continued their training, while Vrasha sat in a lotus position, beginning to comprehend the sword technique Yuan had just given her.

“What is it, my dear?” Angela asked sweetly, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Well, I haven’t given you a martial technique yet. I’d like to know what kind of weapon you prefer so I can find a suitable technique for you,” Yuan said, getting straight to the point.

“I was a mage before I became a cultivator, so I have no idea what kind of weapon would suit me best,” Angela replied with a playful smile, pressing her chest against his. “Why don’t you help me find out, my dear?”

“Sure, I don’t mind helping you choose a weapon,” Yuan replied with a grin as he hugged her tightly, pulling her closer.

Shortly after, Yuan took out every variety of weapon he had, laying them all on the ground before Angela.

“Try each one, one at a time. If you feel a special connection with a weapon and it feels natural to hold, that’s the one meant for you,” Yuan explained patiently.

“Of course. I like that idea,” Angela chuckled softly and kissed him again on the cheek.

—

“Nerion, where do you think we should start looking for them?” Zephar asked with a serious look on his face.

“Let’s start with the Golden Lion Empire. It’s the largest empire on the continent—we’ll definitely find some clues there,” Nerion replied after thinking for a moment.

“Good point. Let’s head there immediately. We’ve already wasted enough time,” Zephar said firmly, completely agreeing with him.

Without delay, they mounted the Silver Eagle and flew toward the Golden Lion Empire, hoping to find the person they were searching for in the capital city.

However, finding a single person in such a vast continent was no easy task—it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.