Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Icy Mist Seal

Du Jianyin shattered the icy barrier, his sword arc streaking like lightning toward Ye Yun.

The attack arrived instantly, a radiant beam cutting through the sky. With most icy essence already absorbed by Ye Yun, the sword arc met no resistance as it aimed for his chest.

This strike held power to split mountains and pierce the heavens—far beyond what any Golden Core stage cultivator could endure. Even an ancestor below the pinnacle of the Fifth Level of the Nascent Soul stage would hesitate to face it head-on.

Du Jianyin’s confidence surged. The ice confinement hadn’t hindered him; instead, it sharpened his sword intent within the frozen crystals, pushing his cultivation forward.

This was his perfected strike, merging newfound insights into a blade of unmatched ferocity.

He was certain Ye Yun couldn’t survive it. Not even Master Hei Xu, restrained at the Nascent Soul stage’s Fifth Level pinnacle, would block it effortlessly.

The sword’s brilliance flooded the sky.

Yet Ye Yun showed no fear—not a flicker of surprise, let alone panic. His expression remained cold as a dazzling icy light bloomed from his palm, morphing into a mist that drifted forward.

The gentle icy mist pooled before him, intercepting the sword arc.

Du Jianyin sneered. If mere mist could stop his strike, his lifelong dedication to the sword meant nothing. He anticipated the blade tearing through Ye Yun’s chest in a spray of blood.

But one breath later, his smirk stiffened. The murderous gleam in his eyes warped into shock as his connection to the sword arc vanished.

Through narrowed eyes, he watched the mist solidify into ice. Trapped within the crystal, his divine rainbow sword lay frozen, severed from his will.

Ye Yun opened his palm. “Shatter.”

The azure ice exploded, along with the rainbow sword inside. Shards rained down like crystalline hail.

“Impossible!” Du Jianyin choked out. “What demonic art is this?” His perfect strike—every shred of his conviction and sword intent—had been dismantled by a flick of Ye Yun’s hand.

This defied reason. That strike should’ve crippled even Master Hei Xu. Any Nascent Soul expert below Fifth Level would’ve died resisting it. Yet Ye Yun, without artifacts, had shattered it with wisps of mist.

“I’ve warned you before.” Ye Yun’s voice held frost. His aura swelled—the sixth level of the Golden Core stage—crashing over the battlefield like tidal waves.

Du Jianyin’s breath hitched. He couldn’t pierce Ye Yun’s cultivation realm anymore. Impossible! He himself stood at the Golden Core’s Fifth Level, poised to breach the sixth. How had Ye Yun surpassed him?

“What did you steal from the Ice Tower’s fifth layer?” Du Jianyin demanded, fury threading his shock. Those treasures were rightfully his. Just hours ago, Ye Yun had been a mere Third Level Golden Core ant. Now he’d leapt three tiers? No technique, least of all the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique, permitted such absurd growth.

Du Jianyin’s time trapped in the Ice Tower’s cold had honed his sword intent, his cultivation ripe to advance. At this moment, he should’ve been unrivaled beneath the Fifth Level Nascent Soul tier. His sword could shear through reality itself—yet Ye Yun had sealed it with casual ease.

“We’re both from Jin Kingdom,” Ye Yun said, his aura shifting. The oceanic pressure sharpened into killing intent so potent it might shred weaker minds. “In the Great Qin Empire, we should aid each other. Yet you attack me repeatedly. Do you truly think I’ll stay my hand?”

Du Jianyin’s face paled. This murderous pressure confirmed Ye Yun’s superiority. Though he lived for the sword, charging into hopeless battles wasn’t valor—it was folly. For the first time, retreat whispered in his mind.

“Leaving?” Ye Yun’s smile held ice. “Survive one strike from me, and I’ll allow it.”

To Ye Yun, Du Jianyin was already broken. Let him flee, and his dao heart would forever bear cracks when facing Ye Yun. But death wasn’t necessary—not yet.

Du Jianyin was different. Reincarnated from Ancient Sword Intent, his talent was unparalleled. Given time, he’d reach sword mastery’s zenith. Ye Yun’s own sword path, though purer, advanced sluggishly. Observing a destined genius’s growth might illuminate his own way.

Moreover, the Ancestor of the Sword Path often spoke of heaven’s chosen—those like Du Jianyin, blessed with meteoric rises. By measuring himself against such a “child chosen by destiny,” Ye Yun’s comprehension of the heavenly dao would deepen.

And his cultivation would soar.