The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings

Chapter 711: Chapter 661: The Old Man Tries Reluctantly

Rumble!

Thunderstorm-like roars echo through the heavens, a ferocious energy surges in all directions, resembling a great tide.

Standing at the center, Wang Boan’s feeble figure is surrounded by this force. He seems like a frail raft rocked by waves, ready to capsize at any moment.

But Wang Boan appears calm, moving his robe gently as a mild force suddenly appears then bounds around, dissipating the ferocious energy into nothingness.

Before Wang Boan can even pause, countless sharp lights are once again released in this space, asserting their dominance, towering over everything, as if intending to crush Wang Boan into pieces.

This cutting edge of the knife light is like the Heavenly River flowing backwards, unceasingly continuous.

A cold smile forms on Wang Boan’s lips. He extends his right hand, and a long sword appears, it’s a spirit sword.

Formation of the spirit sword, a task any cultivator can effortlessly achieve. Yet, its ultimate power relies upon the cultivator’s own strength and their attainment in swordsmanship.

Consequently, most cultivators, despite possessing such abilities, prefer to cast divine weapon treasures. After all, to them, the simple formation of a spirit sword not only lacks any force but also becomes their burden, failing to realize their true potential.

However, Wang Boan clearly isn’t one of those. The moment his spirit sword forms, it exudes a penetrating sword intent with the sword’s spirit intertwined around it, tearing through the dimension, and the resulting dimension rift refuses to mend for a long time.

It seems Wang Boan’s attainments in cultivation and swordsmanship are far from shallow.

In the next moment, Wang Boan slashes out, the sword’s radiant light rushes forth, covering countless knife lights. The sword and knife lights clashing lead to continuous bursts of explosions that even this dimension struggles to bear.

When all calms down, Wang Boan coolly holds the spirit sword upside down and declares, “I wonder which expert is jesting with me.”

After these two rounds of combat, Wang Boan realized that whoever had taken action was definitely more formidable than him, seemed to lack any killing intent and appeared to merely want to probe him.

“It’s been a while, Sir. I doubt anyone in the world expected Sir to have reached such a stage,” a voice echoed.

The murky aura within this space gradually dissipates. When all returns to normal, Wang Boan finds himself back in his original military camp. An additional figure has appeared, Pei Xuanjing, who should have been on Shenxiao Mountain.

“Your praise is too generous, Strategist,” Wang Boan responded with a bitter smile.

Upon realizing that it was Pei Xuanjing who had tried to probe him, Wang Boan’s previous anger subsided, as did his spirit sword.

He asked Pei Xuanjing with bewilderment, “At this point, the Strategist should be presiding over the Dao Debating Conference on Shenxiao Mountain. Why such a sudden appearance to meet me?”

Wang Boan was not too concerned about Pei Xuanjing’s probing. Instead, he was curious why Pei Xuanjing, in his current situation, would take the trouble to manifest himself here.

“I require Sir’s assistance with some matters,” Pei Xuanjing revealed his purpose for the visit.

To Wang Boan, Pei Xuanjing has always been respectful. Regardless of their disparities in strength, he continued to address him as Sir—given his academic achievements, and as a paragon of prestige, bearing both scholarship and integrity. He stands tall among the Confucian Gate, on par with the ancient sages.

Subsequently, he recounted the happenings on Shenxiao Mountain, particularly the part about Sky Wasteland merging with Daming World, and how resulting resources needed to be divided by combat.

“So, the strategist wishes for me to enter the fray?” Wang Boan understands Pei Xuanjing’s intention clearly.

“Indeed,” Pei Xuanjing nodded and affirmed, “I came here to request that Sir participate in this combat, to triumph in our favour. I apologize for any offense earlier, and hope you don’t mind.”

“Worldly matters can’t be avoided. I’m obliged to participate.” Wang Boan doesn’t refuse. After all, this is a matter of interest for every cultivator in the ancestral lands, including him—his character wouldn’t allow him to refuse.

However, he raised a concern, “If I leave, the army would need someone to hold the fort. In case of a sudden ambush from Demon Race, we might not be able to respond in time.”

Indeed, although the Demon Race currently seems stable, if he leaves, with no strong cultivator to hold the fort, the situation could take a turn for the worse in the event of an ambush.

This is why Wang Boan, despite his qualifications, chose to stay here instead of going to Shenxiao Mountain—to be prepared for the Demon Race.

“That’s not an issue. I will leave a clone here. Moreover, as soon as an anomaly appears, I can bring you back here immediately,” said Pei Xuanjing, offering a solution.

Given his capabilities and the divine abilities he possesses, with the help of the Small Thousand World, Pei Xuanjing could bring Wang Boan back at any moment, something he wasn’t worried about.

With Pei Xuanjing’s assurance, Wang Boan’s anxiety eased, and he had no reservations. He said with a smile, “In that case, let me see the heroes of Sky Wasteland. Engage in Dao debates with these powerful cultivators from the Seventh Level of the Spirit Realm and see what they’re capable of.”

Pei Xuanjing shook his head, “It appears Sir plans to stay. I originally hoped Sir would combat those cultivators from the Seventh Level of the Spirit Realm, but it seems I underestimated Sir. Given your current prowess, you’re completely qualified to participate in the combat of cultivators at the Spirit Realm Eightfold.”

Indeed, at the beginning, Pei Xuanjing realized upon Wang Boan’s breakthrough into the Seventh Level of the Spirit Realm that the latter could easily triumph in the combat of Seventh Level cultivators, ensuring victory.

However, after the brief probing earlier, Pei Xuanjing discovered much more. The strength Wang Boan demonstrated was completely beyond his expectations, and apparently, it wasn’t the limit for Wang Boan.

The brief probing meant that Pei Xuanjing didn’t go all out, but didn’t Wang Boan do the same?

This indicates that Wang Boan’s strength is absolutely comparable to a cultivator of the Spirit Realm Eightfold. Participating in their battle could potentially yield unexpected results.

“Huh?” Wang Boan paused.

After pondering for a while, he didn’t outrightly refuse, and it seemed as if he was considering the feasibility.

Seeing this, Pei Xuanjing felt more confident. He said, “I’m sure Sir also realizes that our side lacks cultivators of the Spirit Realm Eightfold. We can however scrape together enough formidable cultivators from the Seventh Level of the Spirit Realm.”

“Alright, then I will reluctantly give it a try!” After meditating for a while, Wang Boan agreed.