# Chapter 970: Forming Enmity
This self-mutilating cultivation method of risking one's life was cruel to the extreme, and every time he went from desperate straits to rebirth, it brought a new birth and breakthrough for his body and profound veins. When he recovered for the ninth time and actually had the strength to swing out the eighth sword, it was as if a ray of dawn flashed within his heart and soul, making him even more fanatical, to the point where even the pain each time seemed to become insignificant.
Immersed in this cruel and unbelievable cultivation, Yun Che had completely lost track of time's passage. Time after time, his entire body was severely wounded and his profound force exhausted, and time after time he fully recovered. And each time he recovered, the number of times he could swing the Heaven-Defying Sword quietly increased—from seven swords to eight swords, to nine swords…
Three months passed quickly. The vast majority of Yun Che's time was spent concentrating on recovery, so it felt as if only a few short days had passed.
In those three months, more than two hundred desperate cultivation sessions, he was now able to unleash the Heaven-Defying Sword with full force fifteen times under the "Sky-Shattering" state! And this was by no means just a quantitative increase—the power of each sword far surpassed before.
During this process, his body and profound veins were also undergoing subtle changes that even Yun Che himself did not notice.
Yun Che sat cross-legged on the Zhaixing Stone, covered in blood and wounds, but his expression was incomparably calm. After maintaining this posture for nearly four hours, he opened his eyes, and his body and profound force had once again fully recovered.
And beneath him, the starlight emitted by the Zhaixing Stone was much dimmer than three months ago.
If this Zhaixing Stone were used by other profound practitioners, even if they used it day and night, it could last for ten years.
But Yun Che possessed the Desolate God's Power, and his speed of absorbing and utilizing Heaven and Earth spiritual energy was dozens of times that of normal people. Beneath him for only three short months, its power had already been consumed by a full seventy percent! However, Yun Che, completely absorbed in his cultivation, did not notice this.
As Yun Che's eyes opened, a terrifying cold glint flashed by. He stretched out his arm, and the million-jin Heaven-Defying Sword was directly sucked into his hand. Just as he was about to activate Sky-Shattering again, his Sound Transmission Jade suddenly transmitted a profound force fluctuation.
Yun Che's movements froze… People from the Bing Huang God Sect all transmitted sound through the Ice Phoenix Sound Transmission Jade, and people from the Lan Ji Star could never transmit sound to the Yin Xue Realm. Even Mu Bingyun and Mu Xiaolan did not know his sound transmission imprint.
And after arriving in the Yin Xue Realm, he had only given his sound transmission imprint to one person…
Three months ago, the only person who dared to speak up for him in front of Mu Fengshu, the one who came from the lower realm just like him—Feng Mo!
That day, Feng Mo had passed the final assessment of Cold Snow Hall and became an official disciple of Cold Snow Hall. But the person he had clashed with was the head of Cold Snow Hall! And Mu Fengshu's words and actions were far from those of a magnanimous person, especially since she was still in a rage at the time. It was highly likely that she would cause trouble for Feng Mo because of this later… So, partly out of gratitude, Yun Che had left Feng Mo his sound transmission imprint, thinking that someday he might be able to repay this favor.
After all, he was at least a disciple of the Ice Phoenix Palace, and he was under Mu Bingyun's protection.
He took out the Sound Transmission Jade, and sure enough, Feng Mo's voice sounded:
"Senior Brother Yun Che… save me…"
Feng Mo's voice was exceptionally weak and carried obvious pain. Yun Che's brows tightened, and he quickly replied, "Where are you!?"
After asking Feng Mo's location, Yun Che quickly put away the Heaven-Defying Sword, jumped down from the Zhaixing Stone, then released his profound energy to expel all the tattered clothes and bloodstains from his body, changing into a clean set of training clothes. Just as he was about to step out of the cultivation room, he suddenly stopped, then raised his hands in confusion.
This feeling…
Sovereign Xuan Realm… Level 10!?
Sensing his own profound force aura at this moment, he was stunned for a moment.
What's going on? After I took the Jade Fall Ice Soul Pill, my profound force clearly broke through to Sovereign Xuan Realm Level 8… Why is it now Sovereign Xuan Realm Level 10? When did I break through?
As the peak realm of the Nine Mortal Body Realms, every minor breakthrough in the Sovereign Xuan Realm is accompanied by a qualitative change in profound energy. This process, from circulation and turbulence to greater solidification, can be said—at this realm, every breakthrough is like a rebirth, a difficult and lengthy process accompanied by high risk.
But Yun Che had not noticed his breakthrough at all… and it was two minor breakthroughs.
His profound force seemed to have quietly, smoothly, and naturally transitioned directly to the next realm… so quietly that he was completely unaware.
Yun Che stood there for a long time, still utterly perplexed. Although his mind was completely focused on cultivation, and under the "Sky-Shattering" state he had to release all his power and then immediately concentrate his mind and will to recover—any slight negligence could lead to sudden death—he should still have noticed his breakthrough in profound force.
This was the Sovereign Xuan Realm!
Could it be related to the cultivation method I'm using now?
And in such a short time… I've actually reached Sovereign Xuan Realm Level 10!?
At the threshold of the Divine Path!!
Stunned, confused, then ecstatic. Although he didn't know what strange changes had occurred in his profound veins, his profound force had genuinely risen to the highest level of the Sovereign Xuan Realm—a progress far beyond his expectations, almost like a miracle. It also meant that the cruel cultivation method he had chosen truly brought astonishing results!
From Sovereign Xuan Realm Level 8 to Sovereign Xuan Realm Level 10—Xuanyuan Wentian had used over six hundred years. And he had used only three months!!
Moreover, this was entirely dependent on his own cultivation, without relying on any external forces or spiritual medicines. Such speed, even in the God Realm, was enough to shock all directions.
Yun Che raised his right hand, silently activated the power of the Demon Source Pearl, and a mass of black energy condensed in his palm. Instantly, the light in the surrounding space quickly dimmed, and the air became gloomy and frigid.
"The growth rate of the Demon Source Pearl's power has accelerated again," Yun Che muttered to himself. "At this rate, perhaps one day it will even surpass the power of my profound veins…"
The Demon Source Pearl was completely fused with his profound veins, equivalent to another independent source of power hidden within his profound veins. Coupled with the dark Evil God Seed he possessed, he was not at all worried about the Demon Source Pearl's power going out of control.
The Demon Source Pearl's power existed independently, completely unaffected by his cultivation, and was constantly growing on its own. As it grew stronger, it would undoubtedly become a greater temptation for Yun Che, tempting him to use its power… And once exposed, the consequences would be extremely severe.
"Mo Li said that after the Northern Chaos was assimilated by the Southern Chaos, dark profound force in the God Realm was considered 'heretical.' Now that I'm in the God Realm, I must never expose it… It seems I should try to forget the existence of the Demon Source Pearl as much as possible."
Yun Che muttered to himself, then pushed open the door of the cultivation room, unleashed his profound force fully, and rushed directly toward the teleportation formation closest to the Thirty-Six Palaces.
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Hansnow City, outside the Cold Snow Ninth Hall, in an unnoticed corner.
Crack!!
With the crisp sound of a bone breaking, a somewhat thin figure was thrown far onto the snow, and bright red blood quickly stained the snow beneath him. His broken left arm hung completely limp, while his right arm struggled to support his body. He stared stubbornly and fiercely at the two people in front of him. Although his face was twisted in pain and his mouth was full of bloodstains, he did not let out even a single groan.
"Oh, quite a hard bone, huh."
A blue-clothed youth with a gloomy expression walked over leisurely, looking down at Feng Mo, who could barely stand. "Tsk tsk, over the years, I've seen plenty of hard bones from the lower realms, but one this hard… this is the first time."
"Heh, no matter how hard the bone, it only takes a little more strength to break it." Another youth, arms crossed and standing still, looked at Feng Mo with contempt and pity. "Isn't it just one Snow Spirit Seed? Would have been better to obediently offer it up. You had to go looking for all this trouble. You trash from the lower realms are not only more worthless than each other, but your brains are even stupider." The Snow Spirit Seed was the most precious spiritual medicine distributed to official disciples of Cold Snow Hall, given only one every three months. The one on Feng Mo was the only one he had received since entering Cold Snow Hall.
"Liu Hang, Di Kui!" His left arm broken and with over a dozen wounds on his body, the immense pain made Feng Mo's face pale and sweat pour from his forehead. He ground his teeth and said, "Cold Snow Hall explicitly prohibits private fights, and maliciously snatching resources is a serious offense… If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise… every wound on my body is evidence of your crimes!"
"Oh?" Liu Hang and Di Kui exchanged glances, then burst into wild laughter together. Di Kui kicked out, sending Feng Mo flying, and laughed loudly, "Evidence? What evidence? Were those wounds on your body beaten by us? Who saw it? Is anyone watching? The disciplinary stewards of Cold Snow Hall have known us for over twenty years, and we've been paying respects for over twenty years. Do you think they'll believe you or us? Oh, right, Senior Brother Liu, I recall that in Cold Snow Hall, malicious slander is also a serious offense, isn't it?"
"You… you! Cough…" Feng Mo lay on the snow, furious and coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.
"Tsk tsk, it seems this pitiful lower realm cockroach still doesn't understand the situation." Liu Hang squinted. "We've always been very affectionate toward new junior brothers. Even if they're disobedient, we just make them remember a little lesson. But you—on your very first day in Cold Snow Hall, you dared to offend the head of the hall and spoke up in front of her for the person who injured her nephew. An ungrateful fool like you surviving to this day is practically a miracle."
"The head of the hall is of such high status that she naturally wouldn't stoop to argue with a lowly fool from the lower realm. But if someone were to 'consider' it on her behalf, I'm sure her mood wouldn't be bad. Even if you're just injured, crippled, or even killed, the head of the hall is fair and strict—punishment is certain… But behind the scenes, she might even reward us, hahahaha!"
Di Kui lazily walked up to Feng Mo again and placed his right foot directly in front of his head, saying slowly, "Junior Brother Feng Mo, let me remind you of one more thing. Senior Brother Liu Hang's cousin and cousin-in-law are both disciples of the Ice Phoenix Palace. Especially his cousin, Mu Yizhou—oh no, no—it's Mu Yizhou. He is the chief disciple of the First Palace of Ice Phoenix. You understand what a chief disciple means, right? With Senior Brother Yizhou backing us, even without your offending the head of the hall, killing you today wouldn't be a big deal."
"…" Feng Mo gritted his teeth but could no longer speak. He had come from the lower realm, endured countless hardships and trials, and arrived alone in the God Realm. How could he compare and resist those originally born in the God Realm? Other new disciples from the lower realms chose to swallow their pride and even flatter. Only he, with his naturally stubborn nature, could not be a cowardly and forbearing person—even knowing what consequences he would face.
"I've said all I need to say. Think about whether a tiny Snow Spirit Seed is more important or your future and your life. Don't try to test our already limited patience. This is your last chance. Otherwise… it's your right hand's turn!" Di Kui slowly raised his foot toward Feng Mo's right arm.
"Then try moving his right hand."
As Di Kui's voice fell, a cold voice suddenly sounded above him, making his whole body stiffen with cold.
(End of chapter)