Chapter 2310: Qingshan Refining Emptiness

Fifty years had passed, spring turning to autumn.

On Green Lotus Island, a vast valley encircled by mountains on three sides contained a large lake. A blue pavilion, with soaring eaves and intricately painted beams, stood majestically on the water.

The tranquil lake surface suddenly erupted, sending countless droplets of water soaring upwards, each transforming into a gleaming blue flying sword. There were thousands of them.

The pavilion's main door swung open, and a burly young man in a blue robe emerged.

The blue-robed youth possessed sharp, sword-like eyebrows and bright, star-like eyes. He carried a blue sword case on his back, adorned with a wave pattern.

This was Wang Lihe, a sword cultivator who had already advanced to the Soul Transformation stage.

He had entered the Soul Transformation stage over two hundred years prior. However, unlike Wang Qingshan, he possessed only three flying swords. Nevertheless, each of them was a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, which was still quite remarkable.

Wang Lihe disdained comparisons with other Soul Transformation sword cultivators; his sole ambition was to surpass Wang Qingshan.

With a flick of Wang Lihe's sleeve, a streak of blue sword light swept forth. He leapt onto it, and the radiant blade carried him soaring into the sky.

Sword riding, the unique art of sword cultivators, involves harnessing sword light for flight.

After more than a millennium of development, Green Lotus Island flourished.

Following Wang Lihe's gaze, distant mountain peaks rose majestically, dotted with pavilions, palaces, gardens, and waterside kiosks. Closer by, ancient trees towered towards the heavens, unusual rock formations jutted out, and rare, exotic flora bloomed.

Wang family cultivators traversed the skies, some riding spirit beasts, others employing Taoist spells to soar through the air. A few even rode on the backs of immense flood dragons.

Observing his fellow clan members, Wang Lihe’s face brimmed with pride. Though the Wang family had not been established for long, the presence of two Void Refinement cultivators drew countless rogue cultivators, desperate to join their ranks.

Suddenly, a deafening peal of thunder reverberated from high above. Countless shimmering, multi-colored specks of light burst forth in the void, resembling fireworks. These luminous points slowly coalesced into auspicious clouds, each distinct in hue.

In less than half an hour, thousands of auspicious clouds converged above Green Lotus Island.

Auspicious clouds—blue, red, gold, yellow, and green—swirled together, then drifted in a specific direction.

“This… Old Ancestor Qingshan is attempting to break through to the Void Refinement stage!”

Wang Lihe took a deep breath, his expression transforming into one of fervent excitement.

Within the clan, only Wang Qingshan and Wang Mengbin had reached the Grand Completion of the Soul Transformation stage. Wang Lihe had recently seen Wang Mengbin, so it was clear that Wang Qingshan was the one attempting to reach the Void Refinement stage.

The cultivators on the island were quickly alerted by the extraordinary phenomenon. Several clan members recognized it as a sign of someone attempting to break through to the Void Refinement stage.

“No one is permitted within five hundred li of Feiyun Peak. Violators will face severe punishment!”

Wang Ruyan's voice suddenly resonated, echoing across Green Lotus Island.

On Green Lotus Peak, Wang Ruyan stood within a green stone pavilion, her gaze solemn.

Wang Changsheng had been away for over sixty years without returning. Fortunately, the soul lamp he left with the clan remained lit, indicating he was safe.

Wang Qingshan was making his breakthrough on Feiyun Peak, which was adjacent to Burial Sword Peak. Burial Sword Peak housed tens of thousands of flying swords, with their numbers steadily growing. This was the Wang family's sword tomb, where they cultivated a single flying sword, much like the Taiyi Immortal Sect nurtured the Taiyi Sword.

On Feiyun Peak, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged above a spell formation, his eyes tightly closed. A shimmering silver flying sword hovered above his head, while nine Azure Glaze Swords orbited around him, emitting resonant cries.

A moment later, the sky abruptly darkened as massive auspicious clouds billowed high above, converging into an enormous five-colored vortex.

Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and a faint sword light flickered within them.

The small silver sword immediately unleashed a dazzling sword light. The five-colored vortex churned violently, and five-colored raindrops began to fall—each droplet composed of pure five-element spiritual energy.