First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 634: A Messenger at the Door, an Invitation

Chapter 634: A Messenger at the Door, an Invitation

Su Yi could tell at a glance at Ying Que hadn’t just recovered from his injuries; even his cultivation base was fully restored.

This was a clear demonstration of the wondrousness of Ice Soul Golden Blood.

“Master Su, please tell me what I can do for you.” Ying Que rose and bowed once more.

“You needn’t be so polite and reserved,” said Su Yi. He was still working on the formation’s magic treasures, and he didn’t so much as look up. “For now, come in and sit down.”

Only then did Ying Que step through the door frame and enter the hall.

When he saw that Su Yi was focused on the task at hand, he hesitated, then sat cross-legged on a nearby prayer mat. He straightened his back, and his expression was solemn.

So, Master Su is already at the peak of the Gathering Stars Realm.?Ying Que was inwardly rueful.

He still remembered the first time he saw the young man in blue on Broken Dragon Cliff. He had the bearing of a fallen immortal, yet he was only in the Grain Avoidance Realm.

Now, just three months later, he’d already broken through two realms, and he was only one step away from entering the Spirit Dao!

However, Ying Que dared not view Su Yi as a typical Gathering Stars Realm cultivator.

Ning Sihua had already told him about how Su Yi defeated Qing Luo, and how Su Yi used miraculous methods to bring him back from the brink of death.

In Ying Que’s heart, Su Yi was now no different from a true immortal!

Those are all magic treasures for placing formations. I wonder what Master Su is refining them for?

Ying Que noticed that there was already a mountain of finished formation flags and formation discs beside Su Yi. They glittered with spiritual light, and they would have been extremely difficult to miss.

As he pondered, Su Yi finished the last of the formation flags and set it aside.

He then rose, stretched, took out a jug of wine, and took a swig before finally addressing Ying Que. “I’d like you to take these formation flags and discs to the Great Zhou and set up a trap in Bloodthistle Yao Mountain’s underground world.”

Ying Que rose and said solemnly, “Of course! I don’t let you down!”

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be in such a rush. I’m not finished talking yet.”

Ying Que couldn’t help but look a bit sheepish.

“There are three hundred and sixty magic treasures here in total, and they can be assembled into a massive formation?comprised?of eighteen smaller restrictions. It’s called the Allheaven Blood-Refining Formation.”

“When you place the formation…” Su Yi then went on to explain the tricks and skills needed to place the formation one by one.

By the time he finished, Ying Que couldn’t help but gasp. Now that he understood the formation’s secrets, he realized just how terrifying it would be when it circulated.

Any Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator who found themselves trapped inside had little hope of escape. They’d almost certainly die before breaking free!

What really made Ying Que tremble was that when this formation circulated, it didn’t just connect with the momentum of heaven and earth and the ambient spiritual energy; it could even refine cultivators’ blood essence!

Furthermore, the more blood essence it refined, the more powerful it would become!

This was unquestionably unbelievable!

“Did you get all that?” asked Su Yi.

Ying Que nodded. “Yes, Master Su.”

“Leave the Buddhist statue behind. You should depart for the Great Zhou right away,” said Su Yi.”

“Yes, sir!” Ying Que took out the statue and proffered it to Su Yi with both hands. He then strode out of the hall, taking the formation flags and discs with him.

Su Yi watched Ying Que leave, then glanced down at the statue.

This Buddhist statue was from the ruins of the Prajna Meditation Garden on Treasure Temple Yao Mountain.

When he left Broken Dragon Cliff, Su Yi entrusted it to Ying Que’s care. He did this so that Ying Que could observe the shape of the dragon coiled around the monk’s back.

The statue’s origins were actually quite impressive.

Su?Yi still?remembered. When he first examined the statue, he witnessed a boundless scene of a white-robed monk riding a true dragon through the stars.

Su Yi immediately inferred that thirty thousand years ago, as the greatest Buddhist holy land on the Azure Continent, the Prajna Meditation Garden was most likely home to descendants of true dragons!

The Buddhist statue was further proof. It depicted a monk seated in meditation, his hands forming lotus seals and a true dragon coiled around his back. It was carved out of a true dragon’s natal bone.

When the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness first befell the Azure Continent, the Buddhist cultivators of the Prajna Meditation Garden most likely left the Azure Continent and proceeded deep into the starry sky in search of a place to continue their cultivation. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have left their sect entirely unprotected,?thought Su Yi.

Su Yi planned to crush the Buddhist statue into bone powder. When Ying Que returned, he’d feed it to him.

This way, Ying Que wouldn’t just inherit the innate talent of the Bai’ze from its natal bone; he’d also use the true dragon’s natal bone to temper his physical body. This would significantly increase his chances of undergoing metamorphosis, becoming a true dragon, and entering the Imperial realm.

Time slipped by.

A day later, Yuan Heng returned from escorting Wen Changtai and Qin Qing. He brought the Sea-Swallowing King, Ge Changling, with him.

This was at Ge Qian’s request. He hoped that his master could cultivate here in the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House too.

Su Yi naturally didn’t refuse.

Three days later.

Ying Que smoothly completed his mission and returned.

Su Yi then gave him the Bai’ze’s natal bone and the prepared true dragon bone powder, as well as a legacy called the “Hornless Lightning Dragon Incarnation Incantation” to Ying Que.

Bai’ze had innate control over lightning and clouds, while the Hornless Lightning Dragon Incarnation Incantation was the core legacy of the Hornless Lightning Dragons. It contained the miraculous truths of the Dao of Lightning.

Once Ying Que obtained a portion of the Bai’ze’s talent, cultivating in accordance with the Hornless Lightning Dragon Incarnation Incantation would benefit him enormously.

Receiving this generous reward left Ying Que unwittingly dazed. Waves coursed through his heart, and he completely lost his composure.

How could he fail to realize that for someone who wanted to metamorphosize into a true dragon, this was an unbelievable stroke of good fortune? The kind that could only?be happened upon?by chance?

“I won’t let you down, Master Su!” Ying Que knelt and kowtowed.

“This is fate, and it’s only right that it goes to you,” Su Yi said casually.

Given Ying Que’s temperament and steadfast adherence to his promises, Su Yi naturally wouldn’t be stingy with him.

Actually, over the past few days, Su Yi had transmitted quite a few cultivation techniques and given out several treasures.

Ning Sihua, Cha Jin, and Wen Lingxue had all received generous gifts.

Even Tao Qingshan, Huang Qianjun, and the others received their share.

These treasures weren’t all that precious to Su Yi, and he had no shortage of legacies and cultivation methods. These gifts meant little to him.

However, they were extraordinarily meaningful to their recipients.

……

Time slipped by.

Before long, two months had passed.

It was already the first month of the next year.

Outside the ruins, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovered, a storm swept throughout the world. Every mundane nation beneath the heavens was in turmoil.

Countless dazzling figures rose to prominence within the chaos, becoming famous amidst the turmoil. They wrote their legends in blood.

Numerous famous mountains and spiritual waters transformed, and armies fought to occupy them.

For instance, the Great Zhou’s Eight Great Yao Mountains, the Great QIn’s Three Great Forbidden Grounds, and so on. All had already become first-rate treasured grounds.

That aside, several other otherworld factions had crossed over, invading and occupying territory in an already tumultuous world. They’d also?started recruiting to boost their strength.

Factions big and small shot up, like bamboo shoots after a downpour.

These were the changes resulting from the recovering spiritual energy.

As the ambient spiritual energy got denser and denser, it constantly and continuously transformed the Azure Continent.

This was a sign of the impending Radiant Epoch. The curtains were gradually opening on a wave of bloodshed and turmoil that would sweep everything beneath the heavens.

Heaven and earth were changing, the balance of power was changing, everything was changing.

Those who couldn’t adapt were doomed to get left behind. Those who dared forge valiantly ahead had a chance of leaping over the dragon’s gate and remaking themselves.

This didn’t just apply to the humans of the mundane world. Even the nature spirits of trees and grasses, spirit beasts, and Yin souls of the wilderness would undergo repeated transformations as the world changed around them.

It was like a flood sweeping throughout the world. Those who went with the flow would flourish. Those who fought it would drown.

At the same time, cultivators would seek out and compete over good fortune. It was an ideal chance to break through!

However, none of this had anything to do with Su Yi.

He’d spent the past two months in seclusion, heedless of worldly affairs.

“I’m just missing the right opportunity…”

Su Yi finally opened his eyes after his extensive meditation. His presence was as calm and unassuming as an uncut gem, simple and formless.

This was the longest he’d spent in seclusion since his reincarnation.

However, this time was different. He wasn’t seeking out breakthroughs in any particular Dao. Rather, he spent this time combing through his experiences and settling his mental state.?It was like the Daoist practice of “Sitting in Oblivion.”

His ultimate goal was to realize a flawless mental state.

Now, Su Yi?had?already achieved this!

Opportunities are a matter of fate. When a lotus blooms, a butterfly will arrive of its own volition. Forcing the matter will lead to inferior results.

Su Yi rose, put his hands behind his back, and left his secluded room.

“Fellow Daoist, I’ve been waiting for you.”

As soon as Su Yi left the hall, he saw Ning Sihua standing there. It seemed she’d been there a while, and she walked right up to welcome him back.

“Don’t tell me something happened?” Su Yi noticed a hint of anxiety in Ning Sihua’s expression.

Ning Sihua immediately explained, “Five days ago, the Wrath of Heaven Sect sent us a messenger, who asked for you by name. You’ve been invited to attend the ‘Cloud Terrace Assembly.’”

Su Yi froze.?What Wrath of Heaven Sect? What Cloud Terrace Assembly?

He’d never heard either name before.

Ning Sihua hurriedly elaborated. “Fellow Daoist, you don’t know this yet, but during your two months of seclusion, the balance of power has undergone an earth-shaking transformation.”

Apparently, the Wrath of Heaven Sect was a cultivation faction from another world. They had powerful foundations, and their experts were as numerous as trees in a forest.

They’d risen to prominence in the Great Qin, and they were already one of its peak-level factions.

Five days prior, the Wrath of Heaven Sect issued an invitation to the top factions and experts of the Great Zhou, Wei, and Qin. They were hosting a meeting at Cloud Terrace for an important discussion.

“Fellow Daoist, although you’ve been in seclusion for the past two months, tales of how you swept through the Celestial Prison Demon Court’s presence in the Great Zhou are still on everyone’s lips. It’s not strange that the Wrath of Heaven Sect would invite you to attend their assembly,” said Ning Sihua.

Su Yi’s interest had already waned. He waved dismissively. “Just refuse.”

Ning Sihua grimaced. “If it were that easy, I wouldn’t have waited here for you.”

“What do you mean?” Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up.

Ning Sihua sighed helplessly. “The Wrath of Heaven Sect’s messenger has been waiting for you just outside the ruins. Although he speaks modestly and politely, and although he hasn’t overstepped his bounds, he’s extremely stubborn. He said he had to give you your invitation personally and that until he’d delivered it, he wouldn’t leave no matter what, not even if we killed him…”