Chapter 605

Chapter 605: Ice Spirit Divine Palm

Du Jianyin fled swiftly, aware he stood no chance against Ye Yun. He didn’t dare linger, fearing Ye Yun might reverse his decision. Even if he escaped, the cost would be steep.

Transforming into a sword arc, Du Jianyin pierced through the icy mist, vanishing after draining much spiritual energy.

“Ye Yun, your sword intent has inspired me endlessly. Once I fully grasp it, my cultivation level will soar. Then I’ll return to settle scores,” he seethed inwardly. As a reincarnation of Ancient Sword Intent, being outmatched in the Sword Path gnawed at his pride.

Yet Ye Yun’s sword intent revealed possibilities he’d never imagined—grand, heaven-defying truths of the Sword Path. Merging this insight with his own could propel him to mastery. Upon reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he might even slay experts at the Fifth Level of the Nascent Soul stage.

As Du Jianyin retreated, Ye Yun remained still, unmoved by pursuit.

Ye Yun sensed Du Jianyin, though no child chosen by destiny, carried immense fortune as Ancient Sword Intent reborn. How else could he master the Sword Path and comprehend cosmic laws so effortlessly?

Advancing in cultivation had deepened Ye Yun’s understanding of the world. He suspected monumental events loomed—why else would Ancient Sword Intent reincarnate? Why would the Heart of Immortals and Demons choose an ordinary youth like him, forging a genius capable of challenging realms above his own? Such prodigies were rare across millennia.

True children chosen by destiny, as Ancestor of the Sword Path described, existed on another plane—heaven’s favorites shielded by cosmic laws, escaping death unless facing those with greater fortune. But who could surpass heaven’s chosen? Few, if any.

Surveying the creeping icy mist, Ye Yun smiled at the Ice Master’s Tomb stone tablet. It had boosted him to the sixth level of the Golden Core stage. Though unproven against the heavenly tribulation, he knew lightning’s fury would only fuel him.

The tablet stood unchanged, yet Ye Yun doubted this was its full purpose. Ice Spirit Qi should’ve imparted Ice Element Secret Techniques—else the title “Ice Master” rang hollow.

“Brother Jian, does this tomb hold more secrets? Or treasures?” Ye Yun murmured.

The human race’s ten supreme holy lords—what cultivation must one possess to erect this tablet, even as a mere memorial?

“Opportunities remain here,” Ancestor of the Sword Path rumbled. “No sixth level passage exists—the key lies within this tablet.”

Nodding, Ye Yun channeled Ice Spirit Qi into the tablet. Blue icy light flared, sucking icy essence from his palm like before. He stayed calm, knowing he could withdraw anytime.

For an hour, icy essence poured from his Golden Core into the tablet—a feat impossible for most Golden Core cultivators. Only Ye Yun’s monstrous core could sustain it.

A flash of light and shadow! The tablet’s rough surface smoothed into jade-like perfection under shimmering azure radiance.

When the glow faded after half an incense stick’s time, the tablet gleamed mirror-bright, inscribed with dense text. Four bold characters headed the script:

Ice Spirit Divine Palm.

Ye Yun memorized the thousands of words instantly. The technique wasn’t complex—its power relied not on Ice Spirit Qi’s volume, but purity of comprehension toward the Ice Element Law. And Ye Yun’s understanding was flawlessly pure.

At his current realm, he could unleash the palm’s full potential. Future breakthroughs would amplify its might without further training.

“The Ice Master’s legacy? Freezing palm strikes condensing Ice Spirit’s essence… Let’s test it,” Ancestor of the Sword Path urged eagerly.

Ye Yun eyed a ten-zhang-tall ice crystal. Ice Spirit Qi cycled through him, pooling in his right palm.

As he raised his hand, an arcane law flickered in his mind—suddenly, he stood in a world of purest ice, sky and earth merged.

“Ice Spirit Divine Palm!”

Instinctively, he thrust his palm. A pale blue handprint shot forth, striking the crystal.

*Crack!*

The massive ice structure disintegrated into powder—no shards, just fine dust.

One palm. Utter annihilation.