This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Lu Qingshan!" Witnessing Lu Qingshan vanish right before his eyes, Liu Yu could not help but exclaim in shock.

But the spatial rift that swallowed Lu Qingshan quickly disappeared afterward.

Everything returned to normal.

The world they were in was extremely stable, even if a powerful cultivator could break the void, under the influence of the world's own formidable strength and will, spatial rifts would heal as quickly as they just did.

What was even more terrifying was that these one-way spatial rifts had unpredictable exit points once someone fell into them.

That meant the dozen or so cultivators from the Tower, although they fell into the spatial fault at the same location, would end up in spatial faults that were far apart from each other, making it practically impossible for them to meet.

This also meant that unless Lu Qingshan could escape from the spatial fault on his own, it was practically impossible for anyone else to find him in the vast, boundless spatial fault and rescue him.

But spatial rifts were everywhere in the spatial fault, how could a Golden Core Cultivator survive there and find an exit to escape?

Liu Yu's heart turned cold.

Lu Qingshan... This time, he was most likely dead without a doubt.

…

True Venerable Han Mei put away the Heaven Locking Seal, which had lost its divine light, and flew in front of the three Tower Masters, his face dark and somber, with a trace of embarrassment, he apologized, "This was my oversight..."

He had been specifically invited by the Qing State Tower to limit the spatial devil child's Space True Intention.

But it turned out that a mistake occurred on his part, allowing the spatial devil child and Luohu to successfully escape. If it really came down to it, the blame was definitely his to bear.

"What exactly happened?" State Master Pangyang asked not to assign blame, but to understand the details, "The Heavenly Seal isn't supposed to be broken so easily, is it?"

"The core of the Heavenly Seal is the Heaven Locking Spiritual Art from my Heavenly Secret Pavillion," True Venerable Han Mei explained, "But somehow, Luohu seemed to understand the mysteries of the Heaven Locking Spiritual Art very well. In an instant, he found the critical weakness of the Heavenly Seal and used it to break the Heaven Locking Spiritual Art."

True Venerable Han Mei was also perplexed, "But, the Heaven Locking Spiritual Art is one of the core secrets of our Heavenly Secret Pavillion. How could a devil child from the Netherworld understand our secret technique so well..."

…...

This was a blank, silent space with no sounds at all.

A figure suddenly appeared, staggering slightly.

Without paying much attention, Lu Qingshan, who was caught unawares and entered the spatial fault, hastily observed his surroundings.

But he saw nothing, here, there was only emptiness.

Silently, a tiny spatial rift appeared next to his ear.

A strand of hair next to his ear was immediately slashed off.

A chill ran up Lu Qingshan's spine.

If this spatial rift had been a bit closer, it wouldn't have been his hair that was cut off, but his head instead.

"Lu Qingshan, what is this place, why does it look so terrifying?" The King of the West Rats, who had been quietly watching the drama from inside Lu Qingshan's sleeve, was now almost crying.

How did they blink from a canyon to such a terrifying place?

The life of a rat was too endlessly changing!

"Spatial fault," Lu Qingshan said with a grave expression.

This wasn't a place he should be right now.

Inside the spatial fault, there were countless and randomly occurring unstable spatial rifts.

That is to say, a place that was safe one moment might suddenly have a terrifying spatial rift appear the next moment, and of course, a place riddled with spatial rifts might have all the rifts disappear the next moment.

In short, unless one had a profound understanding of the mysteries of space, there was absolutely no way to predict or avoid spatial rifts.

"Is there a way to break it?" he asked softly.

"No problem," came Qin Yitian's voice from the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

Only after receiving an affirmative response did Lu Qingshan let out a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Spell Breaking Divine Ability of the Dragon Sparrow Sword was effective even against space.

"However, the spatial turbulence caused by breaking open the space is unavoidable, young master should be mentally prepared," Qin Yitian cautioned.

Lu Qingshan nodded, "I understand."
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Space, for him at the Golden Core Stage, still belonged to the forbidden realm.

If it weren't for the Spell Breaking ability of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, this time he would have likely been doomed here.

Unless his luck was incredibly good, allowing him to avoid all the narrow spatial cracks and find a sufficiently stable one that could accommodate his passage.

He didn't dare linger or delay; in such a place, every extra second spent was like dancing on the blade.

Lu Qingshan held his sword and swung it at the void in front of him.

Spell Breaking!

It was still an unremarkable sword stroke, but in the vast expanse of the void ahead, following the trajectory of the Dragon Sparrow Sword's slash, a large gap appeared.

The moment the gap opened, the surrounding space surged, and colorful streams of spatial turbulence emerged, wildly rushing about.

Lu Qingshan hastily leaped toward the exit.

At the same time, the Five-Colored Sword Armor detached from his body and solidified into five thick screens of swords, shielding his form within.

But the usually infallible Sword Armor, this time, was like paper mache under the assault of the spatial turbulence, instantly turning into fragments, scattering in all directions.

After breaking through the Sword Armor, these turbulent streams surged towards Lu Qingshan's physical body.

Even with Protective Spiritual Power, those streams were like countless sharp blades, extremely keen, and instantly shattered the protective Spiritual Power. They then proceeded to rip his clothes into ragged strips and finally scraped across his flesh.

Countless tiny wounds appeared, and blood spurted from them.

Once the Sword Armor was destroyed, Lu Qingshan, as a Sword Cultivator, was still too frail.

Ignoring everything, gritting his teeth, and enduring the pain, Lu Qingshan finally shot out through the gap.

Then his vision darkened, and he completely lost consciousness.

......

It was unclear how long he had been unconscious.

Lu Qingshan finally regained some semblance of consciousness in a daze.

He felt as if his entire body was on fire, the burning pain was unbearable.

Without looking, he knew that his body must be covered in wounds.

Blood was still continuously lost, making Lu Qingshan feel increasingly weak.

He wanted to forcefully retrieve Healing Pills from his Storage Ring and take them, but he simply couldn't muster any strength.

Moreover, the bit of consciousness he had just regained was slowly fading away with the loss of blood, and his senses were becoming more and more blurred.

He felt as if he were plunging into an endless abyss, darkness overwhelming him.

But in the moment before he completely passed out, he suddenly heard Qin Yitian's voice. He couldn't make out what was said, but he could faintly sense the joy in Qin Yitian's tone.

Was he saved?

That was his last thought.