The path of cultivation has always been lonely.
Once cultivators reached a certain threshold or a higher cultivation realm, their speed of cultivation will be slowed down. Once this happen, most will enter seclusion to comprehend the Dao.
However, once they entered seclusion they will be secluded for decades maybe even centuries. There are even some fanatics of the Dao that will not leave their abode as long as they haven't succeeded in making any breakthrough.
Not to mention, in the timespan they entered their seclusion, many things could have had happened.
Deaths of their loved once, destruction of their sects or even the changing in the cultivation world.
Imagine the distraught a cultivator will have to go through the moment they walked out of their seclusion only to find out that the person they had a tea with before seclusion had died.
Imagine the feeling of being left out after walking out of their seclusion only to see the world had changed greatly.
Imagine the feeling of finding out that all of your loved ones had died the moment you've walked out of your abode.
The world of cultivation has always been cruel.
Time will continue to move on and before you knew it, you are already alone going against the tide of heavens.
There have been many experts across history, whom had stood at the top of the world, looking down on all other geniuses.
However, many of them had perished not in the hends of their enemies but from their Dao Heart broken apart.
Their hearts were so fragile that the death of their loved ones had crushed their will to live.
Some are even more pathetic, dying just from the existential crisis of knowing the everything in this world is futile, weak and nothing but ants in the long passing of time.
As these thoughts ran through the minds of the nearby cultivators as the voice of Liu Yang's resounded.
Their eyes gleams in a brilliant lights as all of them sat down in a meditative position.
"What is this?"
"What is going on?"
"An epiphany! These cultivators are having an epiphany!"
"Quickly! Comprehend as much as you can!"
The cultivators who aren't been able to get into a state of epiphany, immediately sat down in an attempt to comprehend the state of epiphany the other cultivators is going through.
If they are lucky, maybe in the future they will also be able to have their own epiphany.
Some cultivators who are unlucky enough can only gritted their teeth.
The Corporal Realm is about to opened up in a few more minutes.
Trying to comprehend the state of epiphany would means abandoning the chance to enter the Corporal Realm.
Although the Corporal Realm could be opened fir months, by then most chances within the Corporal Realm will be gone.
In the end, majority of them had chose to enter the Corporal Realm.
Those who can gained an epiphany are all geniuses with a sect or clan backing them.
They don't have to worry for a mere Corporal Realm.
Boom!
Before anyone realise it, one of cultivators at the front rushing towards the cracks of space was blown to pieces by a ball of fire.
A simple space.
A low grade that are sold at many stores.
However in the hands of a rouge Core Formationist, such a simple spell became a deadly spell that had killed three cultivators.
Boom!
Boom!
"Get out of my way!" The rouge Core Formationist Master leapt out.
Scorching fire essence erupted from his palms, forming a ball of fire that he throws to a nearby cultivators.
A battle immediately broke out.
"You dare to have an epiphany when this young master failed to get one?!" A young master if a noble clan shouted in anger as he choped his axe down.
Blood stained the ground as the head of a rouge cultivator was sent flying.
A few rouge cultivators who are going through an epiphany realised what is going on and panicked.
In their panicked states, some of them lose control of their emotions and immediately goes through a Qi deviation.
"That's right! Serve you low life right!" The young master sneered, seeing their states.
Swoosh!
A white light flashes by.
The head of the young master fallen to the floor.
Bai Lin stretched his hand, catching the snow white sword before putting it back into it's sheath.
"You better take care of your disciples. Those rouge cultivators mostly doesn't care for morals as long as they can gain a little bit of benefits." Bai Lin turns to an elder of a small sect.
The elder frowned.
No matter what Bai Lin is still a junior.
In the cultivation world, hierarchy is important to most cultivators.
However, from his words alone, Bai Lin clearly doesn't respect him.
A crimson light streak passed the elder's head.
The elder wasn't able to process what had just happened when the same crimson light streaked passed by his head once again and returned to the swordless sheath in Bai Lin's hand.
When did he?
His thoughts wasn't able to be completed when a scream is heard behind him.
Turning around, he sees a rouge cultivator clutching his missing arm.
It seems that the rouge cultivator had tried to attack one of the disciples the elder is a part of.
In the end, before he could harm any disciples of the sect, Bai Lin had incapitated him.
Bai Lin ignores the looks from the surrounding cultivators, walking to the entrance of the Corporal Realm.
Heads and limbs being chopped off, spells being casted and thrown, weapons drawns against friends and foes.
It was quite the chaotic scene as the white robed youth walks forward.
His left hand holding the sheathed sword stretched.
Bai Lin's eyes gleams in silver light.
Swish
The sword once again flew through the air.
[ Flying Sword of the Four Holy Beasts ]
[ White Tiger's Indomitable Claw ]
The sword, shrouded in white essence of metal element flew through the air.
The white coloured sword split into five, transforming into the claw of a white tiger and each carrying an indomitable might.
The five sword slashed simultaneously, cleaving the bodies of multiple rouge cultivators all at once.
Bai Lin raises his left hand, blocking an incoming sword slash frim a rouge cultivator with his sword sheath.
Boom!
Freezing cold Yin essence erupted from his fist.
His fist was launched, landing on the abdomen if the rouge cultivator.
An explosion of Yin Qi erupted, sending off a chilling cold shockwave across his surroundings.
His surroundings is instantly frozen solid.
Bai Lin continues on his path, walking towards the entrance of the Corporal Realm.
The sword hovere around him, slashing and thrusting anyone who dared to attack it's master.
Sometimes it will move like a flying phoenix, sometimes like a raging dragon, when defending, it will be as unbreakable as the shell of a tortoise and when pushed, will slash it's opponents like a roaring tiger.
All rouge cultivators who had tried to attack him are killed mercilessly
In all of this, Bai Lin remains cold and indifferent, watching their deaths like it's nothing
Bai Lin's steps halted.
A dragon of gold descent upon him.
Bai Lin's sword aura erupted from his body. At this moment, he is no different than a sword that stood against the freezing cold of winter.
The snow white sword flew into his hand.
Bai Lin gripped the sword and slash.
A freezing cold sword light flashes, descending in an arch like a crescent moon.
Liu Yang's incoming fist was stopped by Bai Lin's sword.
Liu Yang grinned, his essence erupting from his body like a raging volcano before converging into the head of a dragon.
Liu Yang pushed his fist down, the dragon head opening it's mouth in an attempt to devour the youth in white.
Bai Lin's sword intent blazed like a freezing storm of winter.
With a powerful slash, a huge amount of his to Yin essence was released, forcing Liu Yang to take a few steps back, his boots trailing across the dirt below.
The dragon head was instantly destroyed, his Yin essence extinguishing the scorching hot Yang essence.
The others watching are shocked.
Bai Lin is powerful and it seems that the rumours about him had not been exaggerated.
What shocked them is Alchemy Master Gold Lotus!
Despite being an Alchemist, his martial arts can on par with the Ice Forged Sword Prince!
Liu Yang looks down on his arm, noticing a thin trail of blood across his knuckles.
"Impressive," Liu Yang chuckled, licking the trail of blood in his knuckles. Yang essence sparked over his knuckles, healing his injury in an instant.
Bai Lin frowned, "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Liu Yang clenched his fist, before stretching his fist to the left with a powerful force.
From his fist, a huge destruction followed.
Liu Yang tilted his head with a small grin on his face, "As you can see, it is rare to find someone who had comprehended a sword intent. It is even rarer to find someone who's sword intent is sharp enough to injure me."
"Brother Bai, if you don't mind...."
"Not interested." Bai Lin coldly rejected Liu Yang before he could even finished his words.
Liu Yang were silenced. His grin faded from his face.
Not that anyone can see it.
The blindfolded youth's eyes gleams in an odd light.
"What a shame," Liu Yang acts like he can't help but be disappointed, "I had wanted to asked you for a match once we've have the chance."
"Very well then, brother Bai can enters first." Liu Yang stepped to the side, giving a bow with his hand on his chest, "After all, a beauty always goes first."
Bai Lin snorted.
Ignoring the boy, the white claded youth walks passed him.
The moment Bai Lin did so, Liu Yang caught a whiff of his scent - floral and sweet, like a mix of jasmine and a hint of lavender -, causing him to involuntarily inhaled.
He inhaled deeper than he meant to and before he knows it, the scent was gone.
Bai Lin had stepped into the cracks in space and vanish into the entrance of the Corporal Realm.
A chuckle escaped Liu Yang's lips.
He turns to where the disciples of the Flaming Blade Sect are gathered. As they were the closest to him, many of them had sat down in comprehending the sermons he just gave them.
Alongside them, Zhen Guan can be seen sitting in a meditative position, guarded by a few elders of the Flaming Blade Sect.
As he is merely an Alchemy Apprentice, his status is enough to make the elders of the Flaming Blade Sect protect him.
In a small world like the Skyfall World, the status of Alchemy Apprentice is enough to gain respect.
As Liu Yang stood there, the corner of his lips curls into a smile.
He raised his hand, waving at the elders of the Flaming Blade Sect as he stepped back into the entrance to the Corporal Realm.
The elders of the Flaming Blade Sect look at each other and they can't helped but frowned.
Why does this Alchemy Master looks so familiar now that they think about it?