First Immortal of the Sword

The ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House were enormous.

This was originally the sect’s ancestral ground, and it was its own independent space, a hidden world.

Thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness had corroded the ruins, and the damage was severe.

Even so, what remained of the countless buildings was still a clear demonstration of the sect’s former glory. 

Inside one of the halls.

Su Yi casually laid Ying Que’s enormous body on the ground. 

Then, he took out his wicker chair, sprawled out, and let out a long breath.

After leaving Bloodthistle Yao Mountain, he rushed all the way to the Sea of Chaotic Spirits.
He’d never once gotten a chance to stop and rest.

When he got tired or sleepy, he used spiritual medicines to replenish his energy. 

Otherwise, he could never have made it to the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House in just two days.

As soon as he got here, he fought a grand battle.

Of course, neither Chu Xiu and his subordinates nor Qing Luo were overly troublesome opponents.
The truly troublesome one was the yao sword, Divine Misfortune.

Fortunately, everything was over, and Su Yi could finally relax.

He took out a jar of wine, drank, and conversed with Ning Sihua and the others.

He quickly learned that after receiving his message from the Great Xia, Ning Sihua immediately took action and headed toward the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.

Quite a few other members of Heaven’s Origin Palace left with her, including Wen Lingzhao, Zhu Guqing, and the Feng siblings.
Some of Su Yi’s old friends and allies also joined: Mountain-Subduing King Mu Xi, Huang Qianjun, Shen Jiusong, and Pu Yi.

Back at Heaven’s Origin Palace, Ning Sihua once suggested founding a new faction of their own.
After receiving Su Yi’s approval, she called it the Profound Amplification sect.

Everyone in the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House was effectively a member.

“For now, don’t disturb them.
Tonight, let’s host a banquet.
I can reunite with them and share a drink then,” said Su Yi.

Ning Sihua nodded.

Su Yi had only just returned; they ought to feast and celebrate.

However, before Ying Que regained consciousness, no one would be in the mood for a banquet.

“Fellow Daoist, the ruins have been changing as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovers,” Ning Sihua.

Ning Sihua then went on to list the changes in detail.

A spring had appeared in the base of a formerly dried-out lotus pond.
Every day, it would spray roughly fifty kilograms of pure spiritual liquid.

Numerous young shoots had sprouted in a former stretch of scorched earth.

Ning Sihua examined them, and realized that the scorched earth had most likely once been a medicine garden.
The sprouts were all rare and precious spiritual medicines!

There were numerous other such changes scattered throughout the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.

Of them, the most shocking was what had happened to the Immortals’ Sword Palace!

The Immortals’ Sword Palace was where the leader of the Immortals’ Sword House once resided.
It was also known as the Central Immortal Palace.

Su Yi had found the white bone seal he’d entrusted to Ning Sihua in the Immortals’ Sword Palace.

According to Ning Sihua, five days prior, the palace’s central throne split, and another treasure bone fell out of the wreckage!

As she spoke, Ning Sihua took a dark golden bone out of her sleeves and passed it to Su Yi.

It had been carved into a sword, but it was only half an inch long, its edge as thin as a cicada’s wing.
The bone itself was obviously snow white, yet it circulated with strand-like wisps of dark golden luster.

Small as it was, it was enormously heavy!

Su Yi examined it briefly, then couldn’t help but exclaim, “This is a piece of a Bai’ze’s natal bone.
What’s truly impressive is that it retains the aura of the divine beast’s origin, and furthermore, it’s extremely dense and pure.”

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The Bai’ze was a lion-like beast with a ram’s horns and a dragon’s whispers.
They could differentiate between every manner of ghost and nature spirit, see through clouds and mists, and they had an innate talent for the Dao of Lightning.
Theirs was a peak-level bloodline, and they were extremely powerful even among True Spirit Divine Beasts.

Modern cultivators mastered the arts of “breath like thunder” and “riding the clouds.” Rumor had it that these abilities were inspired by the innate divine abilities of the Bai’ze.

This was a piece of a Bai’ze’s natal bone, and its origin aura was dense and pure.
It was absolutely a priceless treasure!

By refining a Bai’ze’s origin aura, a cultivator could obtain a portion of its talent! This was its most unbelievable application. 

The Heavensphere Yao Emperor most likely left this treasure here, thought Su Yi.

The founder of the Immortals’ Sword House, the Heavensphere Yao Emperor, was a sacred beast, a Bai’ze, otherwise known as a “White Marsh.” When Su Yi saw a Bai’ze’s natal bone, how could he fail to guess its origins?

It seems that thirty thousand years ago, during the onset of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness, the Heavensphere Yao Emperor didn’t just leave behind the Allspirit Sword Sutra; he even sealed one of his natal bones within the Immortals’ Sword Palace….

But who did he prepare this natal bone for? Su Yi’s brow furrowed.

In the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, an Imperial Realm expert’s natal bone was even rarer and more precious than his legacy.

This was because possessing it was like possessing a portion of the Emperor’s talent and power; each such bone was an absolutely priceless treasure!

“It seems there are still secrets hidden within the Immortals’ Sword House.” After a moment’s thought, Su Yi looked at Ning Sihua.
“How about we give this treasure to Ying Que?”

Ning Sihua smiled.
“It’s up to you, Fellow Daoist.”

Su Yi nodded.

Ying Que was a descendant of the flood dragon race, but for a flood dragon, he was only ordinary.
His background, talent, and accumulations were far from comparable to storm flood dragons or other such mighty flood dragons.

Back at Broken Dragon Cliff, Su Yi predicted that with Ying Que’s aptitude and foundations, he’d at best have a chance to challenge the Spiritual Revolution Realm.

He had almost no hope of metamorphosing into a true dragon and becoming an Emperor.

However, with the natal bone of a Bai’ze, Ying Que’s bloodline and foundations would undergo an earth-shaking transformation.
Breaking into the Imperial realm would be well within the bounds of possibility! 

Of course, he’d at most have the potential to do so.

Throughout its long history, the Nine Provinces of the Wilds had given rise to countless dazzling geniuses, but ultimately, only a select few became Emperors. 

Su Yi suddenly recalled something and asked, “Fellow Daoist, did you see any mention of the name ‘Divine Misfortune’ anywhere in the ruins?” 

Ning Sihua paused, then shook her head.

“Then did you see any record of the name ‘Qing Luo?’”

Ning Sihua shook her head once more.
“I didn’t.”

Su Yi didn’t ask any further questions.

Even if he’d guessed that Divine Misfortune was somehow connected to the Immortals’ Sword House, the sect had been empty for a long time, and only its ruins remained.

Seeing out worthwhile leads would be unquestionably far too difficult. 

It was then that babbling and wailing filled the air.

Everyone instinctively glanced at the demonic infant in Cha Jin’s arms.

She was obviously hungry; she was continuously pushing her little head into Cha Jin’s chest and trying to suckle.
However, when she found nothing to eat, she frantically cried out.

Cha Jin’s charming face flushed red.
“Young lord, it seems like she’s starving…”

Su Yi said, “Crush a spirit stone, and feed her the pieces one at a time.”

Spirit stones?

Ning Sihua and Cha Jin’s eyes widened.

“She’s not an ordinary baby,” said Su Yi.
He then went on to explain the demonic infant’s origins.

Only then did Cha Jin understand.
She picked up a piece of shattered spirit stone and gently placed it in the infant’s mouth.
The little girl hurriedly devoured it, and she looked blissful.

Shortly afterward, she spat the remnants out, the same way others might spit out sunflower seed shells.

Her youthful adorableness made both Cha Jin and Ning Sihua smile as if overflowing with maternal love.

“Young lord, does she have a name?” asked Cha Jin.
She grabbed another chunk of spirit stone and fed it to the infant.

“She doesn’t,” Su Yi said distractedly.

“Then let’s give her a nickname, shall we?” Cha Jin’s eyes sparkled.

“Remember,” said Su Yi, “She’s a demonic infant.
You can’t treat her like an ordinary baby.”

“Mm,” said Cha Jin.
She thought for a moment, then said, “But no matter what, she’s connected to you by fate.
If she stays with us, we naturally won’t let her become a fiend like those Celestial Prison Demon Court cultivators.
Mmm….
Seems to me that we should give her a nickname for now.
You can give her a real name when she gets older.”

Ning Sihua smiled.
“That’s actually a good idea.”

Su Yi thought all of this rather dull, so he let Ning Sihua and Cha Jin discuss it on their own.

In the end, they decided that “Momo” sounded the best.

“Momo” was written with the character for “foam”, but it sounded similar to the character for “demon.” It wasn’t fancy, but as a nickname, it would do just fine.

Su Yi naturally didn’t object.

It wasn’t her Daoist title, nor was it her true name.
No need to put too much thought into it.

“Little Momo! Hee hee, the more I hear it, the better it sounds.” Cha Jin embraced the infant, her face full of delight.

It was then that Wen Lingxue walked in from the side palace.
She approached Su Yi, hesitated, and said, “Big Brother Su Yi, my parents say they want to return to Guangling City.”
She’d been in the side palace all this time, trying to comfort her severely startled parents.

“How do you feel about it?” asked Su Yi.

Wen Lingxue looked a bit helpless.
“My parents are just ordinary people.
After experiencing a shock, all they want is to go home and live out their days in peace, so…”

Su Yi nodded.
“You needn’t worry about them.
Although the world is in upheaval, Guangling City has experts like Nie Teng and Nie Beihu.
They should be enough to protect your parents.
Besides, I’m afraid the experts of the Celestial Prison Demon Court won’t get any further chances to enter the Great Zhou.”

He’d already wiped out practically all of the Celestial Prison Demon Court cultivators dispersed throughout the Great Zhou.

Once he had some free time, all he needed to do was venture into Bloodthistle Yao Mountain’s underground world and place a trap near the exposed spatial barrier.
Then, if any other Celestial Prison Demon Court cultivators dared cross over, they’d effectively fling themselves into his net.

“Mm!” Wen Lingxue visibly relaxed.

It was settled just like that.

That night.

Ning Sihua arranged for a sumptuous feast in the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.

In a lamplit hall, each table was piled high with delicacies.

The guests included Mu Xi, Huang Qianjun, Feng Xiaoran, Feng Xiaofeng, and various other old friends, as well as Tao Qingshan, Shen Jiusong, Pu Yi, and others who’d long since joined the Profound Amplification Sect.

It was only after they arrived that they learned that Su Yi had returned!

When they saw Su Yi seated casually in the centermost seat, the crowd lit up with surprise and delight.
They all went up to greet him, one by one.
The banquet instantly livened up.

A reunion between old friends was a joyous occasion.

However, someone Su Yi would never have expected joined them for the banquet.