First Immortal of the Sword

p>Su Yi instantly understood.
No wonder the black flood dragon hated Liu Qianxing so much.

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He asked, “If I break the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness, I’m afraid your father will last just long enough to brew a cup of tea before passing away.
Are you prepared?”

Ying Que bowed.
“I’ve already waited thousands of years for this day.
Please, do it.
Release my father from his suffering!”

Su Yi nodded. 

Clang!

The Abstruse God Sword landed in Su Yi’s palm.
Its blade, as dark and ethereal as the night sky, shone with ripples of sharp light.
Upon closer inspection, there was the faint, illusory projection of an unsurpassed vicious bird beating its wings within the sword.

“What an excellent spiritual sword!” Ying Que’s heart shook.
He could tell how extraordinary the Abstruse God Sword was.
The faint, nigh-indiscernible illusory bird made even him feel a hint of danger.

What kind of vicious creature did that soul essence belong to for it to have such a fierce, terrifying presence?

Before Ying Que could wrap his head around it, his entire body went rigid, and he felt a prickling pain on his skin.
It was as if the sword’s lofty and unsurpassed majesty were bearing down on his heart.
He felt suffocated, and endless terror coursed through him like tide waters.
He was so scared that his mind went black.

Just what kind of power is this?

He’d suppressed his power at the peak of the Spiritual Manifestation Realm for close to a thousand years.
With his strength, he could look down on the entire Great Xia.
Yet now, he felt terrified, helpless, and as tiny and insignificant as an ant.

Practically simultaneously, the Spirit-Devouring Edict shone on the Abstruse God Sword, and a stretch of radiant, misty light rose from the blade.

Even more terrifying was the presence hovering around the edge.

It was like an abyss or like the pits of hell.
It was mysterious and inscrutable, with a terrifying and imposing majesty that seemed to suppress the ages and dominate the heavens

It was that presence that filled Ying Que’s heart with terror and panic.

Whoosh!

Su Yi swung his sword.
Invisible sword qi flew through the air with perfect efficiency, entirely unconstrained.
The black flood dragon roared in helplessness and terror.
It quivered, but it dared not struggle or resist. 

However, the slash wasn’t aimed at the black flood dragon.

Kcch!

A series of cracking noises followed, and the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness surrounding the black flood dragon snapped like a severed rope, then crumbled into nothingness, bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely.

Practically simultaneously, the terrified, suppressed Ying Que felt lighter, and that feeling of helplessness and despair vanished without a trace.

Even so, he felt as if he’d escaped from the jaws of death.
A chill coursed down his spine, and his expression had changed completely.
Now, when he looked at Su Yi, his gaze contained deep-seated awe.

When he first met Su Yi on Broken Dragon Cliff, Su Yi seemed disdainful, as if Ying Que were prey he could slaughter as he pleased.
Thinking back on it now, Ying Que was finally convinced that Su Yi wasn’t just boasting.

This Grain Avoidance Realm youth really did possess power sufficient to exterminate him!

This thought made Ying Que rejoice all the more for not recklessly attacking.
Otherwise, he would have been courting death, and the consequences would have been dire.

The black flood dragon crouching deep within the hall gradually calmed down, and its dull eyes silently shone with a trace of clarity, as if it were recovering its rationality after countless years of confusion. 

Clang!

When he saw this, Su Yi put away the Abstruse God Sword, turned, and exited the hall.
“Your father doesn’t have much time left.
You two should have a nice chat.”

“Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!” Ying Que bowed deeply.
His attitude had already undergone a cosmic shift.

Earlier, he had confidence in his status and cultivation.
Although he had some fear of Su Yi, and although he behaved considerately and modestly, that was because he had a favor to ask of Su Yi.

Now, after seeing Su Yi’s abilities for himself, he felt completely shaken and intimidated, and he no longer dared be the least bit disrespectful. 

After all, that was the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness! Even he, a Spiritual Manifestation Realm existence, was helpless about it.
He could only watch helplessly as his father suffered a torment worse than death for thousands of years.

Yet Su Yi had swept through and destroyed the power of the Prohibition in just one attack!

How could Ying Que not be stunned? How could he not be in awe?

“My son, is that you?” A feeble, raspy voice emanated from deep within the oppressive darkness of the grand hall.

Ying Que’s heart shook.
Then, he was so excited that the rims of his eyes turned bloodshot.
He hurried forward, fell to his knees, and kowtowed.
“Father, you’ve finally regained your awareness!”

……

Ha~

After leaving the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath of turbid air.

Dispelling the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness was a simple matter; all he had to do was cleave it with the power of the Sword of the Nine Hells.

It was just that borrowing the sword’s aura drained an enormous amount of soul power.
If he did so for an extended period of time, his soul would suffer a backlash.

The power of my soul is many times stronger than it was when I slew Fire Demon Lihuo and the others over the Sea of Chaotic Spirits, but even so, I can borrow the power of the Sword of the Nine Hells’ aura for seven or eight minutes at most…

If I push myself to exceed that timeframe, my soul will inevitably suffer enormous damage….

A hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

He was merely borrowing a portion of the sword’s aura, yet it was so draining.
How much longer would he have to wait before he could use the Sword of the Nine Hells for real?

In his past life, with his Imperial Apex Realm cultivation, he reigned supreme over the Nine Provinces.
Although he could wield the Sword of the Nine Hells, he could only sustain it for fifteen minutes.

However, Su Yi had long since deduced that, should he truly master the sword’s secrets, it wouldn’t matter how high or low his cultivation was.
He’d be able to wield it with ease!