s Lu Xia Tian broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes also became more determined than ever before.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Let me know if you have any other text...Even after death, a formidable figure like the monk of the Floating Pagoda could exert pressure on Lu Xia tian, a nascent Golden Core Stage cultivator, making his every step arduous. This speaks volumes about his terrifying power. The monk's robes appeared ordinary at first glance, but they subtly pulsed with spiritual light. Even after being scorched by the flames of the Brahma Lotus for thousands of years, they remained intact. However, there were several tattered patches and clean cuts on them, likely remnants from his battle with the Illusory Sage. One couldn't help but wonder about the Illusory Sage's formidable power during that time. Lu Xia tian felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

The appearance of the Buddhist monk was quite ordinary, except for a gaunt face. However, no one would mistake him for an average person due to his imposing and arrogant presence. The only thing that puzzled people was his vacant gaze, devoid of any spark. It seemed just as Luo Zhongting had said, the spirit of the Buddhist monk had been extinguished, leaving behind nothing but a walking corpse.

Even though he was just being looked at by those hollow eyes, Lu Xia Tian still felt a chill run down his spine.

The Buddhist monk, Floating Pagoda, slapped the edge of the stone pool with one hand. His whole body shot up into the air, roaring at the sky. A surge of resentment, like a stormy sea, surged and crashed. Lu Xia Tian could sense from this rage the hatred that Floating Pagoda harbored for the Venerable Pi Miao.

As if sensing Lu Xiaoteng's gaze, the hollow and emotionless eyes of the Futu monk swept down upon him from above. With a raised hand, he was about to strike Lu Xiaoteng.

Lu XiaTian's heart suddenly jumped into his throat. Facing such a powerful enemy, he didn't even have the slightest resistance.

“This wandering monk looks like he’s about to make a move. Is there any way to stop him” Lu Xiaoteng tasted helplessness for the first time. He gritted his teeth and asked Luo Zhongting, “Even if he is as powerful as this wandering monk, Lu Xiaoteng would never give up hope of living.”

"What can we do At worst, we die together." Lu Zhongting let out a wry smile. He hadn't expected that even without his Yuanshen, the sliver of fighting instinct left by the Futuo monk could still sense their gazes.

Damn it! Lu Xiaoteng cursed under his breath, but he didn't regret it. Lu Xiaoteng straightened his spine and faced the meditating monk who was about to strike him with a palm strike. "Come on, before I die, let me see what the methods of a late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator are like. To die at the hands of a cultivator close to a god, it's not a waste of a life!"

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"How could you still go provoke him at this time, you really don't know when to stop!" Luo Zhongting said with a few points of anger and exasperation.

"The monks of the Pagoda Line have already made their move, so does it matter whether we provoke them or not" Lu Xia Tian smiled wryly. Faced with the impending crisis, he felt surprisingly calmer than his earlier anxiety.

Luo Zhongting's voice trailed off, his demeanor slumping as he said, "Well then, it seems that when the time comes, I'm not as composed as you. If only your lifespan could be extended, your future would be limitless. It's a shame indeed."

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Luo Zhongting's voice carried a newfound respect for Lu Xiaoteng, even though Lu Xiaoteng had previously demonstrated meticulous planning and composure in the face of adversity. This could only mean that Lu Xiaoteng was deeply calculating; such an opponent would naturally inspire caution. The more introspective someone is, the stronger their control over situations. However, once faced with a loss of control, they either become more panicked than usual or erupt in a frenzy. Luo Zhongting had encountered many such individuals, but when Lu Xiaoteng faced the unyielding physical presence of the Floating Pagoda monk, he displayed an air of detachment. This surprised Luo Zhongting; beneath Lu Xiaoteng's cunning and scheming, there seemed to be a hint of sunshine and freedom that was absent in most ruthless cultivators. There were so many who lost themselves in killing and plotting, forgetting their original intentions.

Lu XiaTian didn't think much at this time. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many schemes or plots there were, no matter how far they were thought out, they were just clouds. At least facing the palm strike from the Floating Pagoda monk, Lu XiaTian felt that all his vitality had been cut off by this huge shadow. Even the puppet doll could only slightly delay this huge shadow for a moment, and after an instant, even if he was unable to escape, he would still die without a doubt.

With a deafening boom, it wasn't the palm strike of the monk from Mount Putuo that caused the reverberation, but the trembling of the entire enclosed space. A wave of energy pulsed through the air, imbued with an ethereal yet unparalleled sharpness, as if poised to pierce the very fabric of time and space.

The palm strike of the monk from the Floating Pagoda abruptly stopped. He raised his head and roared, but instead of the coldness and ruthlessness he had shown towards Lu Xiaoteng and Luo Zhongting before, there was a surging wave of fury.

Lu Xiaitian still couldn't understand what was happening, but the Buddhist monk, Floating Pagoda, had already rained down punches on Tian Wei. The entire space, held up by powerful formations and spiritual creatures, suddenly collapsed like the heavens and earth were crumbling.

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Within the endless chaos, a transparent longsword several meters long tore through the air from the west. The sword was encased in a transparent spherical shield, like a spirit sword within its womb.

The giant sword gave off an ethereal feeling, yet within that etherealness lay the irresistible sharpness and domineering aura of invincibility.

“Embryo of the Ephemeral Sword!” At this moment, Lu Zhongting’s voice within the Soul-Binding Pearl held an undeniable tremor of fear.

"What is the ethereal sword embryo" Lu Xia Tian asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps it was the invincible sword intent left behind after the fall of the Venerable Piao Miao. Maybe, because the Venerable Piao Miao sensed his impending demise, he forged his sword intent into the Dao Yuan Sword Embryo and sealed it away. This was done to prevent someone with impure intentions from using everything within the Piao Miao Hall to create chaos and endanger the Immortal Cultivation World! Or perhaps there were other reasons." Luo Zhongting replied in a dry tone.

Lu XiaTian felt that this sword embryo was similar to the countless sword qi he had encountered in the forbidden area before, but it was obviously much stronger. He just couldn't be completely sure about the specifics.

The lightsaber within the light shield trembled, emitting a soft hum. It zipped across hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. The blade pointed straight at the Buddhist monk's brow.

The monk, Futu Xing, roared and his body flashed. He didn't dodge or evade, instead charging headfirst towards the gigantic sword. For a moment, the air crackled with energy. Even the scattered sword qi or the power that Futu Xing dispersed was enough to kill Lu Xiaottian. Within this enclosed space, under the clash between the Piao Miao Sword Embryo and Futu Xing, everything crumbled. Volcanic magma surged into the sky, and chaotic currents flew everywhere. The surrounding environment was at its worst. However, with this battle between the sword and the monk, several openings appeared in the space, enough for him to escape. Lu Xiaottian took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the pressure from the clash between the Piao Miao Sword Embryo and Futu Xing. He flew towards one of the open cracks above his head.

With a deafening boom! The monk's fist slammed out, flattening a mountain peak over a hundred meters tall with what seemed like a feather-light blow. The figure of the sword embryo trembled, the energy it released seeming to cleave even the unstable space itself. The force of the punch surged outward, while the sword energy raged and interweaved.ntire island, there wasn't even a single foundation-building cultivator, which was indeed pathetic. 。But this kind of place actually meets his requirements, and no one would come over to bother him f...