Chapter 106: The Falling Sky Waterfall, Renowned Throughout Great Wei

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Great Wei lies to the west of Great Qi, with the Sacred Cave Realm nestled between the two dynasties. Upon leaving Great Qi, Fang Wang began to fly on his sword, wanting to avoid drawing too much attention with Xiao Zi. To that end, he changed into a black outfit and donned a bamboo hat, completely altering his usual style.

Xiao Zi lay on his shoulder, carrying a black gourd on her back, matching his new appearance quite well.

Although Zhao Zhen did not emerge, he could still observe the outside world through the gourd.

“Young master, shall we take another look at the Sacred Cave Realm?” Xiao Zi asked with a smile.

Fang Wang’s gaze fixed ahead. “Don’t forget the presence of the artifact spirit.”

The Sacred Cave Realm housed an artifact spirit. Fang Wang could never forget the immobilizing sensation when he was suddenly transported out of there. Though his cultivation was low at the time, the artifact spirit’s power was enough to freeze him in place, demonstrating its might.

More than ten thousand years had passed. Surely, many great cultivators had ventured there before, yet the Sacred Cave Realm still existed, a testament to the artifact spirit’s strength.

As they journeyed onward, the verdant hills and clear waters gradually gave way to desolate wilderness. Scanning the horizon revealed nothing but barrenness.

Occasionally, traces of humanity appeared, but these were mostly bandits. Fugitives from both dynasties favored this area to escape, though it was also teeming with monsters.

Fang Wang often sensed bursts of demonic energy, the strongest reaching the level of great demons — equivalent to the Spirit Core Realm.

He did not linger, instead swiftly flying toward Great Wei.

The closer he got to Great Wei, the more cultivators he encountered, most hurrying along, exchanging only fleeting glances without daring to approach.

Fang Wang was unafraid. The cultivation world of Great Wei could hardly surpass that of Great Qi. With his strength, sweeping through Great Wei was out of the question, but if he wished to escape, no one could stop him.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Guided by Zhao Zhen and a map, Fang Wang finally reached his destination.

Standing atop a mountain, he looked out over a landscape of towering peaks. At the horizon lay a vast plateau, and a colossal waterfall cascaded hundreds of feet down with thunderous force, forming a magnificent mist at the forest’s edge.

This was Fang Wang’s first time witnessing such a spectacular waterfall; the roar could be heard from over ten miles away.

Zhao Zhen emerged and said, “This must be Great Wei’s greatest wonder: the Falling Heaven Waterfall. Above it flows Wei River, the foremost river of Great Wei. Legend says that thousands of years ago, the waterfall did not exist. It was an extraordinary power that elevated most of Great Wei’s territory by hundreds of feet.”

He, too, was seeing the Falling Heaven Waterfall for the first time and was awestruck.

What is the power of the heavens?

This is it!

Xiao Zi asked, “Where is the inheritance then?”

Fang Wang took up the map and carefully compared. Indeed, the Wei River was marked, and the inheritance lay at a bend in the river. Could that bend be the Falling Heaven Waterfall?

“Let’s go take a look. There’s a town before the waterfall; we can gather some information,” Fang Wang said softly, then resumed flying on his sword.

Sword flight was the most basic form of flying technique, less conspicuous.

Zhao Zhen retreated back into the Soul-Devouring Gourd, wary of being seen.

Half an hour later.

Inside an inn, Fang Wang sat on the edge of a second-floor windowsill. Across from him, the innkeeper eagerly recounted the grand tales of the Falling Heaven Waterfall.

“The Falling Heaven Secret Realm opens once every twenty years. The next opening is still two years away. Sir, you must be feeling the abundant spiritual energy here. You could cultivate in Falling Heaven City above the waterfall for two years. Though the city is less than a century old, its lord is a Condensation Realm cultivator of great renown, among the best in Great Wei. Training there, you need not fear even if enemies come after you.”

The innkeeper spoke enthusiastically and at length.

Fang Wang gazed at the magnificent waterfall in the distance, convinced the legacy of the Heavenly Gang Saint Body True Skill was hidden within.

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“Speaking of the lord of Falling Heaven City, he discovered the Falling Heaven Secret Realm. Back then, while refining his body beneath the waterfall, he accidentally entered it. He said it was like another world inside. After exploring for just one month, he was expelled. Later, he relocated his family and established Falling Heaven City. Over a century, he deduced the patterns governing the realm’s openings.”

“With each opening, many great cultivators achieved greatness. The reputation of the Falling Heaven Secret Realm spread far and wide. When it opens, the great sects and noble families of Great Wei send their top disciples and prodigies. Every entry has forged peerless legends. Who will become famous two years from now, no one knows.”

At this, the innkeeper’s face glowed with longing.

He also wished to compete but considered himself too mediocre.

“Oh, this time the Falling Heaven Secret Realm may attract cultivators from other dynasties. I wonder if Fang Wang, the Sword Saint of Great Qi, will come. Tsk tsk, Great Qi actually produced a Heavenly Origin Spirit — incredible. Sir, do you think the Heavenly Origin Spirit is truly that powerful? I heard Fang Wang, not even fifty, can already cleave through Condensation Realm cultivators with his sword.”

Suddenly, the innkeeper shifted the topic to Fang Wang.

Xiao Zi peeked out from Fang Wang’s arms, startling the innkeeper, who shivered but did not shy away. Cultivators often kept strange creatures; he was used to it, just surprised by Xiao Zi’s sudden appearance.

Fang Wang casually replied, “How would I know? The Heavenly Origin Spirit is beyond our imagination.”

He secretly felt pleased.

His reputation had spread so widely.

After chatting a while longer, Fang Wang paid with spirit stones and took his leave.

He did not stay long. After finishing his drink, he rose and set off for Falling Heaven City.

The city sat atop the waterfall. He wanted to see if there was a good place to cultivate; if so, he would stay there for two years.

Fang Wang flew on his sword, ascending along the waterfall, probing the interior with his divine sense.

Sure enough, powerful seals were present, giving him a sensation akin to facing a Sacred Cave Realm.

Judging by this, the Falling Heaven Secret Realm was likely left behind by the Supreme Void Sect, housing the Heavenly Gang Saint Body True Skill within.

Lost in thought, he soared over the waterfall’s crest and immediately spotted a vast city perched on a cliff, spanning both banks of the Wei River. Pavilions rose like forests, tall towers stood like peaks, countless cultivators came and went, various demonic beasts circled in the sky, and boats drifted on the river.

This was even more magnificent than Haixia City, where he had been before. He felt as if he were ascending to immortality.

Whether Great Wei’s cultivation world was catching up to Great Qi’s, or he had simply seen too few places, he did not know.

He headed toward the city and wandered within.

An hour later.

Fang Wang ascended a spiral staircase inside a cultivation tower. The windows along the corridor had no glass, allowing a direct view down upon the city.

Each tower in Falling Heaven City served as a cultivation site, containing temporary caves of one’s own. These caves varied in spiritual energy. Fang Wang possessed the storage ring of a white-haired man, having already broken its seals. Inside were countless spirit stones and spirit pills—enough to lavish.

Someone led him to the top floor, where the city’s highest-grade caves were located.

At the top level, three caves awaited. The guide stopped before the innermost door, took out a jade token, and pressed it into a slot beside the door. The door opened, and he respectfully handed the token to Fang Wang.

“Should you require anything, use this token to contact me,” the guide said humbly, giving Fang Wang a feeling of returning to a modern hotel stay in a past life.

Of course, hotels rarely offered service this attentive.

Fang Wang took the token and entered the cave, closing the door behind him.

The cave was luxuriously decorated, furnished with a bed, tables, chairs, meditation cushions, and even a steaming hot bath pool. It was spacious and refreshing.

Xiao Zi immediately emerged, tossed the Soul-Devouring Gourd onto the floor, and dove into the pool to bathe.

Zhao Zhen floated out from the gourd, sighing, “I didn’t expect Great Wei’s cultivation world to have come this far. Fortunately, Great Qi is preparing to transform into a cultivation dynasty.”

Fang Wang felt less sentimental. Stretching, he said, “I’ll cultivate here for a year first. Once I break through a minor realm, I’ll take you all out to explore.”

Naturally, Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen dared not object.

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Zhao Zhen was curious—why cultivate for a whole year? What could be achieved in a year after reaching the Condensation Realm?

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One year swiftly passed.

Inside the cave, Fang Wang broke through to the second level of the Condensation Realm. His aura surged violently, shaking the furniture, leaving Zhao Zhen astonished.

This was the Condensation Realm!

And he had broken through a sub-level in just a year?

At this pace, despite increasing difficulty, Fang Wang could surpass the Condensation Realm within twenty years...

Fang Wang paid no heed to Zhao Zhen’s expression, focusing solely on consolidating his cultivation.

Several days later, he took out the senior disciple token to check on his clan’s well-being.

When he probed with his divine sense, he found more than a dozen light points nearby—meaning more than ten disciples had arrived at Falling Heaven City.

Half a year ago, the sect leader had used the senior disciple token to check on him. Knowing he was safe, they should not have sent anyone looking for him. Could it be that news of the Falling Heaven Secret Realm had already spread to Great Qi’s cultivation world?

Fang Wang began examining the identities of these disciples, searching for acquaintances.

Only the name Ye Xiang seemed familiar. After a moment’s thought, he recalled that Ye Xiang had entered the Sacred Cave Realm with him years ago. In fact, Ye Xiang owed him a life debt.

Since none were close, Fang Wang decided not to seek them out. If trouble arose, he could always intervene.

Standing, he said, “Let’s go. Time to explore and see the customs of Great Wei.”

Xiao Zi immediately leapt to the Soul-Devouring Gourd, hoisting it onto her back and forcibly pulling Zhao Zhen back inside.

Fang Wang donned his bamboo hat, tidied himself briefly, and stepped out of the cave.

He had already paid spirit stones for two years in advance, so no one could replace him during his absence.

As he closed the door, a neighboring door opened. A man in green robes emerged. Underneath the green, he wore white clothes. His features were not handsome, but his sharp eyebrows and fierce gaze gave him an unapproachable air.

The man noticed Fang Wang and immediately spoke, “Brother, you seem unfamiliar. I am Hu Poxie. May I ask your name?”

Fang Wang replied, “I am Fang Wang.”

“Hmm? Fang Wang?” Hu Poxie’s expression showed recognition. “Could you be Fang Wang of the Great Qi Cultivation Sect, Taiyuan Gate?”

Fang Wang smiled and asked, “Do you think I am?”

Hu Poxie chuckled, “Well, that person is a Heavenly Origin Spirit. He just wiped out an entire sect — no time to come here.”

Wiped out a sect?

The Chimo Sect?

Fang Wang inwardly scoffed. Rumors were like blades, killing invisibly.