First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1300 - The Sword of the Human Realm Issues a Warning

Chapter 1300 - The Sword of the Human Realm Issues a Warning

The far reaches of the Impermeable Demon Ocean.

Su Yi and his companions flew through it all.

Zhuang Bifan carried the Sea-Stabilizing, Water-Parting Pearl, which flowed with misty light, like countless currents enveloping the group. With its protection, their journey was smooth and unimpeded.

This was an extraordinarily wondrous treasure. It steadied the seas on all sides, suppressing the terrifying spirit beasts lurking beneath the waves.

More importantly, with this treasure, cultivators could dive beneath the ocean’s surface with the same ease as if they were walking on dry land. The water wouldn’t affect them in the slightest.

“Flee! Hurry up and flee!”

Hurried shouts echoed from the distant waters.

Streaks of light shot through the air, a pack of cultivators fleeing in panic. Their terror was readily apparent.

The wind and waves surged behind them. A mountainous skeletal bird beat its wings and pursued them.

The skeletal bird was appallingly aggressive. Its eyes were like blood-red pools, and when it beat its wings, surging, blood-red, electric lightning surged forth with astonishing destructive power.

Wherever it passed, it seemed as if the skies would overturn. The sea water was swept into turbulent currents so powerful as to kill Oneness World Kings with ease!

“No—”

A World King cried out in terror as his entire body was shattered by a swath of blood-colored lightning, destroying him in both body and soul.

“Are you sick of living? Why aren’t you running!?” When one of them, a middle-aged man carrying a halberd, passed Su Yi’s group, he couldn’t help but bellow at them.

“He’s got good intentions and least,” tittered Zhuang Bifan.

“At their speed, it won’t be long before the skeletal bird catches up to them. They’re doomed,” said Wei Shan.

He could tell that the disparity in strength was enormous. Those cultivators had absolutely no hope of escape.

“Uncle Su, how about we lend a hand?” The Netherworld King’s beautiful eyes glanced at Su Yi.

The corners of Su Yi’s lips twitched imperceptibly.

Along the way, the Netherworld King seemed to have accepted that he was her senior, and she called him “Uncle Su” as if it were perfectly natural.

“‘Drawing one’s saber at the sight of injustice’ is a virtuous act. Might as well help them, I guess,” said Su Yi. As he spoke, he waved his sleeves.

A streak of sword light imbued with the aura of reincarnation swept through the air.

Bang!!

The mountainous skeletal bird froze, then exploded with a bang.

The fleeing cultivators were overcome with astonishment. Their eyes widened, and their jaws hung slack.

He killed a terrifying revenant just like that?

By the time they came back to their senses, Su Yi and his companions had already disappeared into the boundless ocean.

......

On the road ahead, Su Yi and company encountered numerous similar situations, and they gradually got used to it.

When they encountered cultivators in danger, Su Yi didn’t mind lending a hand in passing.

During this process, Su Yi finally confirmed something—the power of reincarnation was a natural counter to revenants!

Back in the Heavenly Prayer Star Realm’s Crow Ridge, Su Yi had discovered that the power of reincarnation had unbelievable, wondrous effects against revenants.

All he’d done was further prove that point.

It brings an end to that which has passed. The Illusionist’s abilities recreated scenes and people from the past, but when I drew upon the power of reincarnation, they were as fragile and fleeting as flowers reflected in a mirror.

And it’s similarly powerful against revenants. Does that mean that reincarnation can target and destroy all powers of the past? thought Su Yi.

He’d mastered several supreme Laws, but the Laws of Reincarnation and Profound Ruin were by far the most difficult to grasp.

Even after all this time, he’d yet to achieve even minor success in either Laws.

This was unquestionably an indication that both Reincarnation and Profound Ruin were far beyond other mysteries of the Grand Dao, including “typical” supreme Laws.

Against enemies of the present day, the Laws of Flying Light and Restricting the Profound were far more useful than the Laws of Reincarnation.

But against certain strange, inauspicious powers, the Laws of Reincarnation burst forth with power beyond imagination.

Furthermore, the Laws of Profound Ruin were unique. They were from the River of Destiny. Their power was terrifying to the extreme, but their most wondrous application was actually their ability to temper and strengthen one’s foundations in the Dao!

“Is that a divine mountain?” Zhuang Bifan suddenly exclaimed.

The rising and falling slope of a grand, majestic mountain came into view on the distant seas. It was black throughout, and nothing grew there, not even an inch of grass.

Shockingly, there was no end in sight.

“That’s Black Turtle Mountain,” said Su Yi. “Throughout the stars, people pale at the mere mention of its name.”

His eyes shone with reminiscence. Back then, it was here that the Temple Master used the Sword of the Human Realm to suppress the Fisherman of the Church of the River of Stars completely.

Black Turtle Mountain!

The others' hearts were solemn. They instantly understood.

Rumor had it that Black Turtle Mountain was refined from the corpse of a black sea turtle that died in ancient times. Its body was eight thousand miles across, its limbs like pillars holding up the heavens and its head like a massive, towering mountain.

“Hm?” Su Yi suddenly noticed that Black Turtle Mountain was different from what he remembered. Numerous gashes had appeared on its slopes.

Waves of baleful, sinister energy surged out of the cuts, like dense smoke rising into the air and dying it black.

From afar, it seemed as if the entirety of Black Turtle Mountain were shrouded in the inky darkness of the night. The sight struck terror into onlookers’ hearts.

“Come on, let’s go have a look.”

As Su Yi pondered, he led the group toward Black Turtle Mountain.

Boom!

He’d only just entered the outer periphery of the mountain when something unexpected happened. A group of revenants rushed at him.

Some were men and women dressed like cultivators, while others were birds and beasts. Their bodies were permeated with cursed power, and their viciousness was appalling to behold.

Any one of them could have slain a Oneness World King!

Yet here were over a hundred of them.

Su Yi’s brow furrowed. It really has changed. At the very least, back then, I didn’t see a single revenant on Black Turtle Mountain.

Su Yi’s sleeves billowed around him, and a rain of countless streaks of sword qi swept through the air, cutting the hundred-plus revenants down on the spot.

Quick and to the point.

But his companions were long accustomed to such things.

Without Su Yi leading the way, they could never have reached this place.

“Let’s go,” said Su Yi, leading the way ahead.

Along the way, groups of revenants charged at them with fierce momentum and no fear of death.

The group couldn’t help but suspect they’d entered the revenants’ nest. There were just too many of them clustered and hiding all over the mountain.

However, practically none of these revenants were intelligent. Their awareness was muddled, so despite their strength, they were no threat to Su Yi.

Before long, Su Yi led his companions, and they carved a bloody path ahead with ease.

However, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

A long, long time had passed since he’d suppressed the Fisherman here, but this place had obviously changed dramatically.

Su Yi couldn’t help but wonder if the suppressed Fisherman had long since escaped.

But a moment later, he rejected the idea.

He recalled that the Fisherman’s clone had come to the banks of the Netherworld Pool Reincarnation Pool on the Ship of Ten Thousand Stars.

And the changes to the Impermeable Demon Ocean had started twenty years ago. If the Fisherman’s clone had really long since escaped, why would he have sent a clone to the Netherworld?

Befores, Su Yi saw with his own two eyes that the Ship of Ten Thousand Stars contained half the Fisherman’s lifetime of cultivation, but that it was under the suppressive effects of the Sword of the Human Realm.

With the Sword of the Human Realm present, the Fisherman could still steer and control his boat, but his true body remained trapped.

Simply put, the sword was like a cage. So long as it suppressed the Ship of Ten Thousand Stars, the Fisherman’s true body couldn’t escape.

As Su Yi pondered, he suddenly felt a strange resonance in his heart.

Practically simultaneously, a sword hum echoed from afar, resounding throughout the nine heavens.

The Sword of the Human Realm!

Su Yi’s eyes lit up. The Fisherman really is still trapped here.

But a moment later, Su Yi’s brow furrowed. He could tell that the sword’s impassioned hums were a warning!

Don’t tell me there’s danger waiting for me where the Fisherman is suppressed?

The Sword of the Human Realm had been the weapon the Temple Master took the most pride in. Although it had no sword soul, it did have spirituality.

Despite its understanding of the Temple Master, it had chosen to warn him. This unquestionably implied that whatever danger was hidden near the Fisherman was enough to threaten the Temple Master at his former peak!

When he realized this, Su Yi ordered, “Ol’ Zhuang, Little Wei, you protect the others. Whatever you do, don’t follow me.”

His companions were instantly solemn and on guard.

Without any further delays, Su Yi continued ahead. He’d come here to retrieve the Sword of the Human Realm, and he naturally wouldn’t leave without it out of fear.

Moments later.

A peak shrouded in dark, baleful mists entered his field of view.

There was a grave at the foot of the peak. The marker read, “The grave of a man not yet dead, Zang Tianyun.”

The handwriting was unrestrained and elegant.

The Temple Master had left it here for the Fisherman. “Zang Tianyun” was his real name.

And the Fisherman’s true body was suppressed within this grave!

Not far from the grave was a black treasure ship shaped like a spirit fish. Both ends were thin, and the ship widened in the middle. It was covered by an awning.

A strangely shaped war sword was embedded in the head of the boat.

The long, thin, black blade and perfectly perpendicular guard formed a cross.

The cross of the blade and crossguard seemed to contain the momentum to cleave through heaven and earth and suppress everything on all sides. One glance was enough to make one feel austere, sharp pressure bearing down on them, as if they were facing the judgment of the heavens!

And the ring around the hilt was full of the charm of an endless, self-perpetuating cycle.

The Netherworld King recognized it at a glance. When she and Su Yi visited the Reincarnation Pool, she saw that black vessel and strange black sword!

She vividly recalled the Fisherman saying that the sword had destroyed half a lifetime of his cultivation and hard work, fettering him through the present day!

When Su Yi laid eyes on the blade, he felt a strange, indescribable sensation.

Like the loneliness and melancholy of knowing that an old friend lay rotting at the bottom of a spring while he lived on!

This sword was called the Human Realm.

It had accompanied the Temple Master in battle throughout the stars. They called it the most ferocious sword beneath the heavens!

Yet now, it trembled violently and let out urgent, impassioned hums, as if telling Su Yi to leave as quickly as possible.

“Temple Master, you’re finally here. I, the still-living person you imprisoned here, have been waiting for far, far too long...”

Just as Su Yi and his companions arrived, a rueful voice as mellow as a spring breeze filled the air.