First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 363: His Joyful Sword Descends Upon the Human World

Chapter 363: His Joyful Sword Descends Upon the Human World

Violet Imperial shot out and made several circles in the air. It looked illusory, as if it weren’t quite real.

However, when they saw it, the distant Wheel of the Moon Sect members felt their souls palpitate, and their expressions instantly changed.?What level of treasure is this?

“A soul treasure?” exclaimed Su Yi.

“I knew I couldn’t hide its true nature. Violet Imperial is indeed a treasure of soul cultivators. I’ve nourished it in my sea of consciousness for the past fifty years.”

A faint smile appeared on Qiu Hengkong’s face. “This sword is extremely psychically active, and it’s synced with my sword heart. Its power is mighty beyond limit. Years ago, at Golden Arc Demon Mountain, I won its approval. I would never have dared imagine that I’d be so fortunate.”

His words were rife with emotion. It seemed he was both delighted and proud that Violet Imperial had recognized him as its master.

“A soul sword accepted you as its master? That alone is proof of how extraordinary your Sword Dao is.” Su Yi nodded.

The term “soul treasures”?referred?to treasures one?manipulated?with the power of their soul.

The material requirements for forging them were extremely stringent, so they were rare and precious.

The secret methods for creating them lay primarily in the hands of soul cultivators. Furthermore, only cultivators of the Spirit Dao who’d condensed “divine soul platforms” had the ability to forge them.

In the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, even in first-rate soul cultivation sects, only core disciples had the opportunity to receive soul treasures from their seniors.

For Qiu Hengkong to have obtained a soul treasure sword was indeed a grand stroke of fortune.

“Fellow Daoist, be careful!” Qiu Hengkong shouted, and Violet Imperial disappeared without a trace.

Gone, as if it had never existed!

Only Chu Yukou and other Origin Dao cultivators, those with divine sense, could just barely discern that the three-inch Violet Imperial had shot forth like a wisp of illusory light. It was headed straight toward Su Yi.

It was unimaginably fast; it almost seemed to have teleported.

An opponent in the Four Realms of the Martial Dao couldn’t possibly sense it; they would inevitably die where they stood!

The power of this soul treasure could even catch other Origin Dao cultivators off guard and deal them a fatal blow!

However, Su Yi was different from other martial artists. Although he was only in the Xiantian Martial Ancestor Realm, he’d condensed divine sense back in the Grandmaster Realm. His soul was incomparably strong, and furthermore, he was in possession of a miraculous and inscrutable soul cultivation technique.

He naturally wasn’t helpless.

His eyes flashed, and the power of his soul condensed into a blue sword, which shot out of the space between his eyes.

The One Strike Divine Slaughter Incantation!

The blue sword was none other than the “Divine Slaughter Sword” he’d condensed from his soul!

Clang!

A deafening impact rang out.

Something blocked the three-inch purple sword, cleaving ruthlessly into it. The illusory soul sword shook, then flew backward.

A potentially fatal attack, yet Su Yi had resolved it so easily.

No, it might have looked easy, but in truth, were he a typical Origin Dao cultivator, his soul would likely have been heavily injured, and that’s assuming he blocked it at all!

Further away, Qiu Hengkong shook in sync with Violet Imperial. A low grunt escaped his lips, and his complexion noticeably paled.

He was controlling the sword with his soul, so when it was struck, the impact spread to his soul and divine sense too.

“Fellow Daoist, you’re capable indeed. To think you’d even possess a secret soul technique! Furthermore, your soul is strong enough to put even Origin Dao cultivators like me to shame,” sighed Qiu Hengkong.

He really wouldn’t have guessed this. Su Yi didn’t just have divine sense; he’d even mastered unbelievable soul techniques. This meant that Violet Imperial no longer presented a fatal threat to him.

Chu Yukou’s expression shifted erratically, alternating between shock and rage.

That was Su Yi’s eighth attack.

Yet from beginning to end, Qiu Hengkong had been at a disadvantage. Of course they were surprised! Of course they were scared! How could they not be?

The atmosphere throughout the Wheel of the Moon Sect became increasingly stifled.

Who could possibly miss that Violet Imperial was Grand High Elder Qiu Hengkong’s trump card? Yet this trump card didn’t seem at all effective against Su Yi.

All of them felt a hint of foreboding.

Except for Cha Jin. Her heart finally started to relax. She suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her hands; only now did she realize that her fists were clenched so tightly that her fingernails had pierced through the skin of her palm.

“The soul sword cannot hurt me. Fellow Daoist, do you have anything else to try?” asked Su Yi.

“Naturally.” Qiu Hengkong took a deep breath, then flicked his fingers in rapid succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Crimson Plume, Springtime, and Violet Imperial shook violently, and all of them resonated. A wave of sword hums rang out.

The three swords’ auras shockingly underwent a strange fusion.

And Qiu Hengkong unleashed his own aura to its maximum strength. Faint beads of sweat appeared on his brow; he had obviously put all the power at his disposal into controlling the three swords.

“For fifty years, I used my cultivation base to sharpen Springtime, my blood and qi to temper Crimson Plume, and the power of my soul to nourish Violet Imperial. Now, I have fully combined my three swords with the Dao I’ve spent my life pursuing. I’ve never once revealed the power of this combination to the world.”

Qiu Hengkong’s voice was calm and serious as he gazed at the distant Su Yi, a faint smile on his face. “Fellow Daoist, please take a look!”

He then pressed both hands against the air and chanted, his voice booming like spring thunder, “Go!”

Whoosh!

Springtime was the first to shoot forth. The three-foot sword struck with overwhelming force, filling the skies with misty golden light.

Immediately afterward, Crimson Plume and Violet Imperial attacked in succession, howling through the air.

Three swords struck, their linked attacks forming a perfectly straight line. When their auras fused, their power and momentum increased explosively.

Throughout the surrounding area, the ambient origin power of heaven and earth surged forth, making the combined power of the three spiritual swords all the more terrifying.

“This…” All of the onlookers watched in a daze.

The grand high elder lives up to his reputation as the greatest master of the sword the Great Wei has seen this century.?Chu Yukou was stunned.

Qiu Hengkong’s attack combined the results of fifty years of his bitter seclusion, fusing his cultivation base, soul, blood, and qi into his three swords. The combination was enough to scare even supernatural beings and to shake both heaven and earth!

What a terrifying attack. I wonder how the young lord will counter it…?Cha Jin was so nervous that her heart practically jumped out of her chest.

“Excellent!” As Su Yi voiced his approval, his eyes blazed with the will to fight.

He finally went all-out.

His sleeves fluttered as the Abstruse God Sword’s excited hum soared into the dome of heaven. He slashed, creating a three-foot streak of sword qi.

This strike was the clincher, the last finishing touch. It manifested a divine charm difficult to describe in words. It flew forth, as if separating heaven and earth; nothing could stand in its way.

Or you say that as it flew, it cut through all its fetters, breaking shackles both real and imagined.

Su Yi had fused his attainments in the Dao of the Sword with his qi, essence, and mind, fusing all of them into his sword. It was just one slash, but it combined the power of his cultivation, soul, and physique, blending in five-colored spiritual Dao light. Thus, the three-foot streak of sword qi shone with unprecedented power!

Wherever it passed, it dispersed the darkness of the impending night. Everything seemed dull by comparison. This streak of clear sword qi was now the only source of light.

His joyful sword descended upon the human world!

Boom!

Springtime, Crimson Plume, and Violet Imperial arced through the sky like shooting stars, striking with monstrous force.

Su Yi’s strike appeared afterward and flew toward them.

Three feet of sword qi versus three spiritual swords!

Clang—!

The impact boomed like thunder, and heaven and earth shook.

Springtime was the first to give. The force sent it flying back.

Immediately afterward, Crimson Plume shook and flew backward.

Next, Su Yi’s three feet of sword qi clashed?with Violet?Imperial. An unbelievable scene played out before them—

Springtime and Crimson Plume had only just been forced back when they circled back, reappearing behind Violet Imperial. They linked, then fused once more.

Clang!

Three spiritual swords combined their powers once more, their force and momentum even more terrifying than before.

Off in the distance, Qiu Hengkong smiled.

This was an attack he’d polished over fifty years of seclusion. He was using his cultivation, his soul, and his physique to control the power of his Dao of the Sword. This strike was filled with hidden killing intent, and it was highly adaptable; this was no mere direct clash.

However, a moment later, Qiu Hengkong’s smile froze in place.

He watched as five sword mountains suddenly manifested above that three-foot streak of sword qi, like towering and majestic divine mountains. They brought with them a vast majesty that suppressed everything in their path.

There was no doubt about it. Qiu Hengkong’s strongest attack had hidden subtleties, but Su Yi’s three-foot sword qi contained the miraculousness of the Grand Dao!

Rumble! Boom!

The crowd watched as sword qi clashed against the spiritual swords, resulting in a terrifying torrent of destruction.

All that remained in the sky was a stretch of light. The onlookers’ field of view was nothing but a patch of white; it seemed the impact had temporarily stripped them of both sight and hearing.

Only Chu Yukou saw it clearly. A vast and terrifying torrent of destructive power instantly spread from the point of impact, sweeping wantonly throughout the skies like a hurricane.

When the torrents of destructive energy reached the ground, they crushed the massive ritual grounds built before the gates to Mount Rama, leaving a massive, eye-catching rift in the earth.

Three thousand feet away, Cha Jin immediately got out of the way.

That destructive aura was far too terrifying. Even the slightest wisp of it was strong enough to level a mountain!

“Who won? Who lost?”

The way the majority of the onlookers saw it, even an Origin Palace cultivator would inevitably perish in the face of Qiu Hengkong’s attack. It represented the fruits of fifty years of bitter secluded cultivation!

Even if Su Yi were stronger, they didn’t think he could block it. Even if he survived, they figured he’d at least be injured.

Even Chu Yukou reached the same conclusion.

However, when the dust clouds dispersed and everything returned to its former tranquility, the scene that greeted them left the crowd dumbstruck.

The turbulent currents gradually extinguished, and the light faded, but a three-foot streak of sword qi hovered just three inches from Qiu Hengkong’s throat.

It was clear and ethereal, and it pricked at Qiu Hengkong’s Adam's apple, making goosebumps rise on his skin.

His face was pallid, and he looked utterly stunned. He stood there like a statue, not daring to make any reckless movements. However, he couldn’t stop shock and terror from coursing through his heart.

Su Yi’s strike had broken through his strongest attack. The instant his sword’s edge neared his throat, Qiu Hengkong thought he was dead beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He knew he couldn’t possibly resist!

“Fellow Daoist, why… Why not kill me?” A little while later, Qiu Hengkong looked up and stared at his distant opponent, his expression complex, with hints of lingering terror on his brow.

Su Yi stood in the distance, holding his sword behind him,?point?down. His blue robes fluttered around him, and he stood proudly in the skies, as transcendent as an immortal.