The Science of Cultivation

Chapter 263: Endings and Beginnings

Exiting from his room, Li Lang didn’t have to

Hundreds of cultivators ranging from the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm to the peak of the Violet Core Realm were floating above the seas, waiting with bated breaths to see who had won the confrontation between the Abductress and the Sword Saint.

The blinding light that robbed them of their vision faded away slowly for some annoying reason despite their deep cultivation. Still, those with the higher cultivation recovered first and shocked gasps could be heard when they did.

A chill spread through the spines of anyone who laid eyes on the result. That was because the figure that was hovering high above them was not the Sword Saint, but the attacking party of this battle.

More and more cultivators looked up in shock as they recovered. They had a rare chance to lay eyes on the Abductress before them, but none were happy about it.

The old woman wearing black robes was currently frozen still in the air, with an eerie smile that flashed her teeth for all to see. However, before the cultivators could gawk for too long, the cultivators who had been accompanying her rushed to her side. They swarmed around her, blocking her from view. Soon, dark smoke was once again realized among their ranks, but it was noticeably of a lighter shade this time.

Instead of the pitch-black core, it was now a light purple. Its range barely encompassed their group as well.

Nevertheless, many of the younger defenders grimaced at the scene. Many of them prepared themselves to fight to the death, while others tugged on their treasures, assessing avenues of escape.

For a while, the two opposing forces simply stared at each other without taking any action. It lasted until two figures from among the defenders flew slightly ahead of their peers. They each wore beige robes with an extraordinary bearing about them. Seeing what they were doing, two additional figures in pale orange robes quickly moved to join them.

Without waiting for the newcomers to catch up, the two in the beige robes quickly turned to face their allies.

“People of the Luminescent Domain, this battle is over. Follow us back to the island.”

Immediately afterward, the people in orange robes repeated the same spiel but directed it to the orthodox cultivators.

Two leaders of their respective factions had spoken, and the crowd quickly did as told, despite the obvious confusion from the younger members.

“Umm, what’s going on, Slithering Shadow?” Wang Yongjun asked upon catching up to the speaker in beige robes. “Is this some official organization stuff that you keep from independent cultivators?”

Jian Beiyun shook his head as he leisurely flew back toward Sword Saint Isle.

“Just look back and you’ll understand.”

Wang Yongjun was never one to underestimate his enemies. His Qi sense had been locked onto the Abductress’ faction this entire time, and they were still unmoving. When he turned back, all he saw was the purple fog struggling to maintain its area of control.

A look of realization hit him, and soon things became even clearer. The purple mist began retreating in the opposite direction, growing smaller rapidly.

“She must be quite injured if she decided not to finish us off. Or maybe she thought the Sword Saint’s life was enough,” the dignified member of the Eight Demon Pillar dejectedly muttered.

However, his gloominess wasn’t allowed to spread as a paper fan whacked him on the head.

“Don’t be foolish, the Sword Saint wouldn’t lose so easily,” Jian Beiyun said.

“What do you mean?”

“Did your master not teach you about the powers of a Spirit Divide Realm cultivator?”

“No—I don’t dare ask him about it, seeing he’s been stuck at that bottleneck for who knows how many years.”

Hearing this, Jian Beiyun sighed. He took a moment to evaluate what he wanted to reveal before continuing.

“It shouldn’t be much of a secret that Spirit Divide Realm experts can survive without their bodies. As the name of their realm implies, they had to divide their spirit from their bodies in order to achieve their breakthrough. What you saw back there wasn’t the Sword Saint’s loss, but a draw. Both sides are equally injured. It’s just that the Sword Saint suffered—more bodily injuries while the Abductress suffered from damages to her spirit.”

Wang Yongjun frowned as he processed the new information. He didn’t say a word as they arrived back at the island. Seeing this, Jian Beiyun patted him gently on his back.

“These matters are not for us, who haven’t even reached the Violet Core Realm to worry about. Go rest. The Sword Saint should be summoning everyone to talk soon, and you shouldn’t present yourself poorly before the orthodox sects.”

“Thank you,” Wang Yongjun replied with an appreciative nod. “I’ll do just that.”

With that, the battle concluded, leaving both sides with wounds to lick. It wasn’t a particularly rare scene for cultivators. Adversity was an everyday thing they faced. However, those with a knack for politics sensed yet another battle was about to unfold. They rested their bodies as their minds prepared for a different kind of battle.