My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1503 - 559: Daoist, Bring Forth the Wine (Part 2)

Moreover.

The final Heavenly Tribulation cannot be evaded like the tribulations faced by cultivators of other realms, through formations, treasures, or other means. It must be directly confronted with the physical body, deciding success or failure in an instant.

"Here it comes!"

Chen Sansi's roar sounded like a dragon, resounding through time.

He opened his arms, drawing the bowstring, channeling the newfound power of a quasi-emperor throughout his body, transforming into a radiant arrow of cause-and-effect severing and destruction, actively meeting the fiercely striking Mystic Purple Divine Thunder!

"Boom——"

The lightning collided with the arrow light.

Lightning was chaotic, time frame misplaced, and that patch of void seemed like disturbed flowing sand, constantly twisting, folding, and disintegrating. Finally, amidst an unwilling hum, the Mystic Purple Thunder Cloud dissipated in a thunderous roar.

The Heavenly Tribulation disappeared, the Secret Realm returned to "peace," only the turbulent river of time flowed silently.

Chen Sansi stood firm, his aura like an abyssal sea, he gently clenched his fist, and the surrounding void spontaneously twisted and collapsed, revealing fine black cracks.

This was a sign of power reaching its limit, becoming one with the Heavenly Dao.

[Cultivation Technique: Taoist Ancestor Dragon Scripture (Saint Realm)]

[Progress: 2000/2000]

[Utility: None]

Since the quasi-emperor is actually just the pinnacle of the Immortal Saint, it does not count as a realm. It is a term later coined by cultivators for distinction. Therefore, the proficiency panel is just full progress but has not broken through to the next realm.

"Three hundred and fifty years."

Chen Sansi remembered very clearly.

He cultivated in the Secret Realm for three hundred and fifty years, which corresponded to three hundred and fifty days outside. He wasn't sure what the situation was now.

Next.

He was now to proceed to the end of the Cultivation path, to the culmination of the three thousand Great Daos—the position of the Immortal Emperor to prove his Dao!

Chen Sansi raised his hand and gently swiped, the barrier of the Secret Realm tore like a curtain without sound, and the familiar yet unfamiliar aura of the world outside flowed in.

He took a step out, returning to the Great Thousand World.

...

Ye Qi was an extremely rare Loose Cultivator quasi-emperor whose cultivation was unorthodox and in accord with nature. Often, amidst hazy drunkenness, he glimpsed the true essence of the Sword Dao. Once he said, "Take this Heavenly Tribulation to sober me up," and became famous worldwide.

However, later, after becoming unrivaled in the Sword Dao, he became the only one among the current quasi-emperors who cultivated secretly, rarely appearing under his name.

Thus, as time passed.

When cultivators conversed about the apex powers of the age, they often overlooked him.

Only when a border battle broke out and a section of the Great Wall was in crisis, this Sword Dao quasi-emperor, along with his "Azure Frost," would descend from the heavens, alone facing an army of millions of demons and battling several demon quasi-emperors, guarding the border for a thousand years.

Until this time.

Cultivators would recall that there is still such a Sword Emperor alive in the world.

Ye Qi was born in the mortal realm, began practicing swordsmanship at seven, achieved sainthood at twenty-eight, and in just three thousand years, attained the status of quasi-emperor.

Throughout his life, dressed in a cyan robe, carrying a gourd of turbid wine. On the shores of the East Sea, he watched the tides rise and fall for three thousand years, comprehended "The Sea's One Sword," quelling the sea demon's chaos;

Once entered the Northern Netherworld, conversing with the Ancient Ice Phoenix for a hundred years, obtained its true feather and fused it into his life sword;

He also once lay drunk in Luo Xiao Immortal Palace, in a dream slashed an elder of Luo Xiao, then drifted away before Ding Xiu, leaving only an unfathomable sword mark on the hall column with wine fragrance.

If Mu Chutai in the lower realm had not encountered so many setbacks and ascended to the heavenly realm alive, Ye Qi would surely have found him congenial in temperament, also meeting a true Sword Dao opponent.

Only.

This world often lacks "if".

Just like Ye Qi felt at this moment, if he could have killed Ding Xiu back then, perhaps there wouldn't be this Ent on the horizon, nor the current chaos.

"Damn Luo Xiao Sect! Bastard Ding Xiu!"

In the tavern, a young cultivator next to him cursed loudly: "We treated him as the Human Race's supreme sage, yet he wants to refine us!"

"Indeed, only the rare few supreme powers and highly qualified sect disciples can escape to some Heavenly Realm for refuge!"

A middle-aged cultivator fumed with anger: "Does that mean those of us loose cultivators with inadequate qualifications aren't fit to survive?!"

"Cursing here doesn't help."

The young cultivator stood up resolutely: "We're joining the army of the Extermination Gate now, to strike various Luo Xiao Sects! Might as well risk death, no one will survive!"

"Let's go! Even if we can't fight supreme powers, surely we can kill the minions of the Heavenly Dao Department!"

The middle-aged cultivator slapped the drunken man next to them: "Ye Gou, damn it, stop drinking and come with us to kill the bastards!"

"Killing those disciples is useless."

Ye Qi clung tightly to his wine gourd, drunkenly pointing at the Ent on the horizon: "To kill, you must kill that Ding midget."

The middle-aged cultivator swore: "That's a damn Immortal Emperor, who can kill him?"

Upon this topic, the young cultivator sighed: "I've heard that when Ding Xiu broke through to Immortal Emperor, it was using some treasure left by Elder Mei, not by relying on the Human Race's luck.

"Our Human Race has had no true Immortal Emperor for too many years.

"Otherwise, surely someone would stand up to stop this beast!"

"Indeed~"

Ye Qi took a swig of potent wine, slurring: "So we must wait!"

"Wait?"

The young cultivator spat: "Wait for what damnation, who knows when that Ent will activate, killing another Luo Xiao disciple means more odds of victory! We're going!"

"Ye Gou!"

The middle-aged cultivator urged: "Why haven't you left?!"

"Wait!"

Ye Qi, drunk beyond saving: "Wait..."

"Wait?"

The young cultivator glared: "What are you waiting for?"

Ye Qi mumbled indistinctly: "Waiting for the Immortal Emperor! If not him, then me!"

"This guy drank too much, just talking nonsense!"

The two cultivators swore and didn't stay any longer, storming into the sky, heading directly towards the direction of the Luo Xiao Sect Heavenly Dao Department.

"Shopkeeper!"

Ye Qi shouted loudly: "Bring me another plate of top-grade dragon beef!"

Gale surged, rain poured.

This tavern run by a Qi Refining cultivator swayed precariously in the pouring rain.

Ye Qi sat alone in the rain, drinking and eating meat.

"Daoist."

At dusk, the shopkeeper looked at the drenched drunkard and said: "We're closing today, there's chaos everywhere, tomorrow we won't be opening either, I'm also preparing to kill some Luo Xiao disciples for fun, maybe you should head back?"

Ye Qi said nothing, only continued drinking.

"Really a drunkard."

The shopkeeper cursed in his heart: "Heavenly Dao's about to collapse, yet he only knows how to drink!"

He shook his head, no longer caring, planning to close the shop, retrieve some Magic Artifacts and talismans from his Cave Mansion, and join this chaotic battle.

Just then, a loud voice sounded.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a jug of good wine too."

The shopkeeper squinted, seeing through the dense rain, a white robe treading the mud, step by step walking towards the tavern.

Another one?

He initially didn't want to serve anymore.

Until the person threw him a top-grade Spirit Stone.

In the past, a top-grade Spirit Stone was enough for a Qi Refining cultivator to live a lifetime!

Even now, it could let the shopkeeper buy more top-grade Magic Artifacts and Formations for protection before the battle.

"Just wait, coming right up!"

He immediately changed his demeanor, eagerly ran inside to prepare.

Chen Sansi slowly sat down opposite the drunkard, picked up the wine jug, poured himself a bowl, and drank deeply with rainwater, finding it tasteless.

This was just the cheapest Spiritual Wine.

"Drinking like this doesn't work!"

Ye Qi reached out, shook, then patted his chest: "You have to drink like me, as a Qi Refinement cultivator, then it has flavor."

"Oh?"

Chen Sansi found him amusing.

He mobilized Immortal Essence, suppressed his realm to Qi Refinement, and drank the wine, feeling it indeed spicy and heart-burning, incredibly satisfying!

"Hahaha, exhilarating!"

Ye Qi raised his wine bowl: "Drink till the wine flows, don't stop the cups, only regret that you and I met too late. Come, let's drink heartily today!"