First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1132 - The Spirit Wanders the Nine Heavens, Beyond the Immortal Mountains

Chapter 1132 - The Spirit Wanders the Nine Heavens, Beyond the Immortal Mountains

As the humming of a sword rang out, the darkness blanketing the landscape suddenly trembled. Then, one shocking slash after another appeared.

Light instantly surged in through the cracks.

Su Yi’s field of view regained its mental clarity, and his six senses recovered.

In that moment——

He saw that, several dozen feet away from him, the Tailor had raised his right hand into the air, and he was about to press down in his direction.

But then, the Tailor seemed startled. The look on his aged face abruptly changed, and he lowered his hand and retreated explosively.

Boom!

In the spot where the Tailor had stood just moments prior, a circle of formless, unsurpassed sword force swept past like a windstorm, shattering the air and leaving a thousand-foot chasm in the sky!

There was no doubt about it. If the Tailor hadn’t dodged right in the nick of time, that unsurpassed sword force would likely have crushed him!

This scene left Su Yi inwardly startled too.

First, because of the Tailor’s strange, sinister secret art.

Second, because that sudden sword hum was triggered just as he was about to attack with the power of the Sword of the Nine Hells!

Boom!

The curtain of darkness blanketing heaven and earth shattered completely. The light of the heavens burst forth, and everything returned to normal.

In the distant skies, an uncharacteristic look of fear and bewilderment appeared on the Tailor’s aged face.

Earlier, he’d used the World of Nightmares, which was derived completely from his Law of the Stolen Heavens. Never mind Emperors, it could kill even typical World Kings with ease!

Yet just as he was about to use its power to deal Su Yi a lethal blow, that unsurpassed sword force burst forth and ruined everything!

That sword force was so strong that even he felt threatened!

“Don’t tell me... it’s that sword? No, that’s not possible. The Temple Master’s Sword of the Human Realm has been suppressing the Fisherman’s boat all this time. That’s why the Fisherman cannot escape even now, and why he’s been unable to return to the stars...

“But if that’s not the Sword of the Human Realm...Why is that wisp of sword force so terrifying?” The Tailor’s brow knit together.

He’d spent almost his whole life hiding behind the curtain, walking amidst the darkness. The people of the stars beyond the Wild viewed him with fear and trepidation.

And he hated nothing more than sudden, unexpected variables!

The distant onlookers were startled.

Earlier, their fields of view were completely obscured by darkness. They couldn’t see anything, neither the clash between Su Yi and the Tailor nor the landscape.

This eerie scene left their hair standing on end.

But mere moments later, a sword hum rang out, and the darkness shattered, only for this scene to greet them.

When they saw that Su Yi and Qing Tang were alright, both Su Yi’s apprentices and the old-timer sighed in relief.

Su Yi paid this no heed. Instead, he turned to look at Qing Tang, only to see that she was now carrying an ancient bronze sword case. She looked dazed, and her face was full of undisguisable excitement.

As if her heart were deeply shaken.

When Su Yi looked over, Qing Tang reacted as if awakening from a dream. She took a deep breath, then bowed and presented the bronze sword case.

“Master, it’s time to deliver the last of the gifts I’ve prepared for you. Only you... can open this sword case.” Qing Tang’s voice quavered; she’d obviously lost control in her excitement.

Crunch!

Before Su Yi even stretched out his hand to take it, a supreme, terrifying sword force broke the mysterious seal covering the sword case.

A wooden sword shot forth, then circled and danced around Su Yi, as if jumping for joy.

It was simple, unadorned, and entirely gray, save for the two words carved in tiny characters on the hilt: “Wandering Spirit!”

Su Yi reached out and gripped the sword. An indescribable sense of familiarity coursed through his heart, fusing with his blood, while the Sword of the Nine Hells swayed within his sea of consciousness.

One of its divine chains clattered, then burst with the vast power of its Dao.

Boom!

The wooden sword immediately rumbled, and its simple, unadorned blade surged with supreme sword force. It swept through the skies like a hurricane, filling the nine heavens and the ten earths and blanketing all ages of the human realm!

Heaven and earth trembled, and all of creation dimmed.

Everyone felt an astonishment difficult to put into words. They stood there, rooted to the spot, as if watching an unbelievable miracle unfold.

Everywhere they looked, they saw that boundless white sword intent. Its power filled every inch of the sky. There was nothing it couldn’t reach.

It wasn’t that the onlookers felt threatened, but that they felt a sense of insignificance originating from their very souls.

Like frogs gazing up at the skies from the bottom of a well. How boundless were the skies? And how tiny and insignificant was a frog?

“This...” Ancestor Peng, the Heavensdeath Demon Empress, and the other old-timers looked dazed and completely out of sorts. They were more keenly aware of their ignorance than ever before.

Because this sword’s power seemed far too supreme and immeasurable, to the point that it completely surpassed the bounds of their imagination!

“What sword is that?” The young mistress of the Studio of the Heart, Ruoxi, quivered, her beautiful face shifting erratically.

She had an extraordinary background, and she’d seen far too many unbelievable things to count. Her knowledge and experience were beyond even some World Kings.

But now, a moment’s sword force was enough to fill her with unprecedented astonishment and bewilderment.

There were no words to describe this feeling. She suddenly felt that her perception was limited and lacking!

“The spirit wanders the nine heavens and beyond the immortal mountains, and the sword severs the eternal sorrow of the ages!” whispered Qing Tang, her picturesque, beautiful face filled with excitement, reverence, and delight.

Wandering Spirit could sever the affairs of the human realm throughout the ages!

This sword was perhaps not as famous as the Sword of the Human Realm, but it was the sword her master had loved most. It wandered free, unfettered, and at ease!

“The Temple Master?” The Tailor’s solemn voice rang out. His brow was tightly knit, and his gaze, formerly as calm as the bottom of an ancient well, was now shifting and uncertain.

The distant Su Yi now seemed completely different from before. He had a vast, boundless quality to him, as ethereal as an immortal!

The Temple Master?

Jin Kui and the others were bewildered.

They too sensed that their master’s aura had undergone an earthshaking transformation. He was obviously just standing there, but he had an air of transcendence, as if he were standing atop the clouds of the nine heavens, gazing down upon the human realm!

Everyone could see it, and more than ever before, they felt trivial and insignificant, like mere mortals gazing upon a god.

“The Temple Master?” The depths of Su Yi’s gaze were utterly calm as he said softly, “In this lifetime... I am no longer him.”

“Truly?” The Tailor’s eyes flashed.

“You’ll know if you try me, won’t you?” Su Yi laughed dryly. His sleeves billowed around him, and his wooden sword hummed in his grip as he slashed from ten thousand feet away.

The Tailor’s pupils abruptly constricted.

Boom!

A curtain of darkness arose behind him, blanketing heaven and earth. In front of him, a portion of the will of the heavens manifested, like an incarnation of the Grand Dao.

“Block!” His voice boomed like spring thunder as countless streaks of the dark light of the Grand Dao condensed into a curtain of light.

It hovered before him like an impenetrable barrier!

The Heaven-Stealing Curtain!

But when Su Yi’s slash descended, it immediately tore a perfectly straight rift through heaven and earth.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the curtain of darkness shattered.

Bang!

A rain of light filled the skies and scattered.

The curtain of darkness blanketing the sky and blotting out the sun collapsed beneath this indestructible radiance, then burst and dissipated in midair.

The Tailor staggered back a full nine steps. With every step he took, the landscape swayed, all of creation trembled, and his expression changed.

By the time he’d steadied himself, his body chest was heaving violently, and he was quivering from head to toe. A moment later, he coughed violently, and blood silently dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Everyone present was astonished.

How terrifying was the Tailor earlier? He was like an unshakeable, unsurpassed deity. He suppressed Empress Qing Tang to the point that she had no strength to fight back.

Yet now, when Su Yi wielded his wooden sword, one slash was enough to force the Tailor back, bleeding from the mouth!

“I understand. You might not be the Temple Master, but you’re using the power he left behind.” The Tailor’s eyes flashed, and he said in a raspy voice, “Alas, it’s nothing but a remnant of his strength. I’m afraid it won’t last long at all.”

“It’s more than enough to kill you.” Su Yi stretched out his hand, flicked the wooden sword, and leaped forward.

Whoosh!

The sword rumbled and clanged with radiant sword intent.

Unsurpassed sword intent spread throughout heaven and earth.

The Tailor circulated his entire cultivation base, waved his right hand, and summoned a thin, black weaver’s shuttle.

The shuttle shot through the air, drawing upon the abundant, unstoppable power of the heavens. Endless darkness descended, enveloping the entire stretch of heaven and earth.

The Nightmare Weaving Technique!

The distant onlookers’ hearts and minds quivered, as if they’d been plunged into endless darkness. Their souls were trapped, and they felt an unprecedented sense of despair and dread.

As if heaven and earth had been banished, and all that remained was an eternal abyss!

This was the Tailor’s strongest ability. He seized the mysteries of the heavens, crafting a world of nightmares. Here, he could easily strip away his opponents’ souls, memories, and lives!

In the stars beyond, they saw this as one of the Seven Great Forbidden Arts. Even powerful World Kings paled at the mention of its name and dreaded it above all things.

There was no doubt about it. The Tailor had realized the danger, and he was no longer holding back.

But mere moments later, Su Yi’s calm voice rang out. “Ol’ Tailor, the moment you emerged from behind the curtain and revealed your identity, you lost your greatest advantage.”

Boom!

As his voice echoed through the air, unstoppable sword intent swept outward. Everything crumbled, and the darkness split.

It was as if the crowd were awakening from an inescapable nightmare.

They watched as a swath of boundless sword qi swept across heaven and earth.

The Tailor was like a boat surrounded by boundless sword qi, swaying as he was struck and damaged repeatedly. His decrepit frame was instantly covered in countless bleeding gashes. Blood splattered the air, and even his bones were visible!

The crowd was too astonished for words.

But it was as if the Tailor knew nothing of pain. His face was icy and indifferent as he manipulated the black weaver’s shuttle with everything he had.

“Break!” His voice boomed like spring thunder as he attempted to break free of the boundless sword qi surrounding him.

Only for a wooden sword to descend upon him.

Clang!!!

A heaven-shaking, earth-rattling boom rang out.

The black flying weaver’s shuttle split into pieces. Fragments flew through the air.

Immediately afterward, the defensive power surrounding the Tailor shattered. The slash left his head battered and bleeding as he plummeted back down to earth.

Bang!!!

A massive crater formed on impact. Dust and fragments of rock filled the air.

At the bottom of the crater, the Tailor convulsed, his entire body covered in blood.

He was so wretched it hurt to look at him!