Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When Dong Qitian initially thought about it, he would have refused, even if Yun Yang was planning to try his best now. Although Yun Yang’s impressive blade might be able to cut through the chain, any weapon would have its limit and this applied especially to a blade that looked as flimsy as this one did. If Yun Yang’s amazing weapon gave out before the chains could be severed, everything will be lost. Perhaps they should wait until Yun Yang’s cultivation base was fully restored and ensure that he was in perfect condition so that he could give his best shot and obtain success with a greater degree of certainty!
Of course, there was another more perfect way to execute it, which was to have Dong Qitian wield Yun Yang’s treasured blade. Dong Qitian was confident that the chain could be easily gotten rid of if the mighty blade was paired with his own cultivation base. Although his hands and feet were bound, he could easily supply his own Qi to wield the weapon and might just beat Yun Yang at it!
However, Dong Qitian knew that Yun Yang would not yield to him that amazing weapon so easily. Furthermore, Dong Qitian could tell that that the mightily divine blade was fueled by Yun Yang’s own lifeforce and Qi. If anyone else attempted to use their own to wield it, they might find it tough to unleash its full potential. The effort invested would only give them half the result — it would only lower its efficiency!
Therefore, he did not dare to interrupt when he saw Yun Yang closing his eyes as he dedicated himself to a meditative recuperation process. He could only watch, his eyes wide with worry.
Why isn’t it done yet?
Why hasn’t he recovered yet?
How much… slower can this get?
As a fellow practitioner himself, he already knew that recuperation was a process that takes a particularly long amount of time. Pills with miraculous effects and the insanely rare air of vitality could at most cut down the recuperation time, but they could never heal a person instantly. However, hope had presented itself right before his eyes — no matter how steady his state of mind was, he could not keep himself calm.
Only two days… God!
I-I…
I’m terribly exhilarated and looking forward to it!
Tortured in such a pool of emotions, Dong Qitian turned horribly haggard in these two days time, his eyes bloodshot with a web of blood vessels.
A few hundred year’s worth of imprisonment did not torture Dong Qitian to the brink of insanity, yet this short wait of two days had caused him to almost lose himself.
When Yun Yang finally recovered, he leaped in shock at the first sight that greeted his eyes. “Y-Y-You… Elder Dong, what’s going on with you?” He cried in surprise.
The haughtiness Dong Qitian had before was nowhere to be seen in this person before him. It was as if he had completely lost his humanity — his face was entirely black and his eyes webbed with blood vessels. His eyes were locked onto Yun Yang’s as if it was about to catch fire as if he wanted to swallow Yun Yang whole into his belly.
“Done? If you are, then get on with it!”
When those words reached his ears, Yun Yang noticed that his voice had actually turned hoarse.
“Just how anxious and impatient can you be?” Yun Yang was speechless.
Dong Qitian replied faintly, “Why don’t you try being locked up here for a few years?”
His face darkening, Yun Yang pulled out Divine Edge with one smooth motion. As he was finding a suitable position, he asked, “I presume that the person who imprisoned you must be an old acquaintance?”
“Why would you say that?” replied Dong Qitian.
“I also happen to know that both of you must be rather good friends.” Yun Yang continued flatly.
“Oh? Why would you say that?”
Yun Yang raised his blade and replied coldly. “Because if I were him, I would most probably lock you in here as well.”
“Why?” Dong Qitian was truly confused.
“Your mouth, that’s why.” Yun Yang brought his blade down in a swift strike. “It’s incredibly foul…”
Ever since Yun Yang had arrived at the Bound of Universe, anyone whom he was relatively close to seemed to always override the lower limit of his tolerance. This so-called lower limit was not referring to their cultivation level — it was referring to their snarkiness. The first one he met, the little fatty Qian Duoduo, was already deemed a pretty exceptional one; next came Shi Wuchen, who was equally a prodigy smart-mouth, comparable to the little fatty. Then, there was this person right before him now who seemed to rank even higher than the other two. Yun Yang, a self-professed smart-mouth himself, was at the brink of conceding defeat and lamenting that he was not as good as them!
Dong Qitian, the party directly involved, could only respond with muted silence.
Clang, clang, clang…
His injuries fully healed, and now in tip-top condition, Yun Yang unleashed thousands of strikes continuously like a ravaging storm!
Every blow was delivered perfectly onto the same spot.
The resounding echos were almost unbearable to their ears.
Yet, this was a necessary process. If he hacked at a sturdy chain like this with a single, slanted move, that strike would be rendered ineffective. Only by directing all his strikes towards one single point with extreme precision could he achieve an outcome that stemmed from the persistent effort!
Finally…
With a gentle ‘clack’, the first chain finally broke under Yun Yang’s onslaught.
The both of them let out a breath of relief the moment their hopes were realized. They directed their gazes simultaneously towards the same direction and found that one half of that chain had fallen onto the ground. The severed edge was cut clean — the precision of Yun Yang’s bladework could clearly be witnessed.
However, the hacked-off edge didn’t seem like it had been freshly cut. Instead, it was filled with a time-worn sensation as if it had been severed a hundred years ago!
Yun Yang felt some movement stirring within his heart.
Deep within his deific consciousness, Emmie suddenly yelped, “Ayaya…”
It seemed to take an interest in this weird chain, in an extremely agitated manner.
Dong Qitian stared at this broken edge in a daze and moaned as if he was about to tear up. “So, this is the metal. No wonder…”
Horribly exhausted, Yun Yang was heaving huge gulps of air as he propped himself against his blade. “What kind of metal is this? You finally know the identity of this thing here?”
“This is Celestial Cotton Gold — Celestial Cotton Gold that rarely appears in the mortal realm.”
Dong Qitian heaved a breath. “As the myth goes, Celestial Cotton Gold came from the vine of something called the Celestial Cotton Tree — a vine that is both soft yet incredibly tough at the same time. However, if it was tossed into a pot of melted Stellar Core for two hours and seven minutes, the vine of the Celestial Cotton Tree will transform into indestructible Celestial Cotton Gold!”
That was the first time Yun Yang had heard of such a thing. “Something that seems like gold and wood, yet is neither of it. That’s pretty creative from the sound of it.”
So, it turned out to be a type of vine?
Does that mean Emmie can use it?
Yun Yang pondered about it in his heart.
“It’s not just very creative. Celestial Cotton Gold is known to be the number one divine article to toughen up weapons in the Bound of Universe!”
Dong Qitian heaved a long sigh. “However, I never would’ve imagined that someone would spend a few thousand feet worth of Celestial Cotton Gold to forge a chain just to imprison me here. That’s a pretty big deal…”
He shook his head, speechless, then laughed ruefully. “I’m really flattered by the amount of effort invested!”
Yun Yang sniggered. “Since you seem to like it and be so amazed about it, perhaps we should leave the remaining chains on your body? Won’t you be absolutely glad to still be able to wear it with glory?”
“Don’t! Please don’t!” Dong Qitian’s expression changed abruptly. The plan to free himself was obviously already in sight, yet there was still some lingering fear within him as he was still slightly frightened by any possibility that could happen.
“Haha…”
Four more hours later, Yun Yang finally severed all the mysterious chains made out of Celestial Cotton Gold surrounding Dong Qitian’s body. Dong Qitian could not be bothered by the excruciating pain of the chains being pulled out his body one by one. Even when he was still bleeding profusely, he was already impatiently taking a few steps on the ground, cackling with laughter as he paced around.
“I’ve finally regained my freedom!”
