First Immortal of the Sword

Crunch!

A bright, shining Dao Sword shattered, inch by inch.

Its wielder staggered backward and coughed up blood.

Before he could steady himself, a streak of sword qi suddenly expanded within his field of view.
It continued expanding, and soon, it was the only thing he could see.

Splurt!

His head flew through the air with a spray of blood. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield—

Boom!

The sword qi filling the sky rumbled, shattering a bronze Daoist seal.

Fragments scattered, and a man in ornate robes burst apart, his flesh minced into countless minute pieces. 

Two Spiritual Revolution cultivators had died in rapid succession, almost simultaneously, unbelievably quickly!

Meanwhile, Su Yi was already headed toward his next target.

When Spiritual Revolution experts did battle, they displayed their cultivation first and foremost, as well as their control over the power of the Grand Dao.

The strength of one’s power over the Grand Dao was reflected in the quality of their Grand Dao Spirit Wheel.

The Spiritual Revolution cultivators fighting Su Yi had all already condensed their Grand Dao Spirit Wheels, and quite a few were top experts.

For instance, Xie Zhibei and Huan Shanglin.
They were elites of the Spiritual Revolution Realm.
Similarly, Wang Zhongyang of the Celestial River Realm’s Frigid North Sword Pavilion was a powerful figure among older-generation cultivators; his cultivation was no weaker than Pu Jue’s.

By comparison, the first few Spiritual Revolution cultivators to die at Su Yi’s hands—Huan Tianxu and his cohort—were far inferior.

But now, facing Su Yi, who’d already broken into the Spiritual Incarnation Realm, even these powerful Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivators seemed inept. 

Boom!

Heaven and earth were in turmoil, and fresh blood splattered the air.
It was like a vision of purgatory.

The battle had only just begun, but the Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivators’ encirclement had already collapsed, and more than half of them had fallen!

From beginning to end, not one person had blocked Su Yi’s attacks!

“Too terrifying… He’s just too terrifying…” Countless people were dazed; they were overcome with astonishment.

In their eyes, Su Yi seemed completely invincible!

“Now you ought to understand why I admitted defeat, right…?” muttered Pu Jue.

Even before overcoming his tribulation, Su Yi had been strong enough to suppress him, let alone now!

Pu Surong said nothing, but her earlier displeasure at Pu Jue’s admission of defeat had been silently replaced with astonishment, dread, and delayed terror.

How could she fail to realize the implications? If Su Yi hadn’t shown mercy on them, they most likely wouldn’t be alive today!

“Do you see that? This is His Excellency’s true magnificence! Those scoundrels were foolish enough to attempt to ambush him both before and after his grand tribulation.
How ridiculous is that?” The old blind man’s expression was rife with mockery.
“I wonder what they’d think if they knew that this was a trap all along?”

Wen Xinzhao, the Xia Emperor, and the others’ hearts swelled with emotion.

A downpour of blood splattered the earth.
Everything was in complete chaos.

Except for Su Yi.
He swept throughout the battlefield, free and unrestrained, like an immortal amidst mortal dust, intimidating the human world.

He’d already crushed most of his opponents.
The six or seven that remained were desperately struggling to survive!

Huan Shanglin’s face was ashen, and his eyes bulged.

Xie Zhibei coughed up blood.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked alarmed.

Wang Zhongyang howled repeatedly, as if he’d gone insane.

This far into the battle, Su Yi’s strength had already given each of them an enormous shock, and they felt as if they were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

None of them had anticipated that Su Yi would be so tyrannical even while undergoing tribulation.
Nothing they did influenced his mental state or his soul.

Similarly, none of them had guessed that Su Yi would break through that grand, unmatched, taboo tribulation with a single slash and smoothly enter the Spiritual Incarnation Realm.

But although this was surprising, it was at least comprehensible.

But the sheer power Su Yi currently had on display was more than they could accept.

It was just too much!

Even if you’d hit them over the head, they would never have guessed that a young man who’d only just barely entered the Spiritual Incarnation Realm, someone who’d yet to take his time to stabilize his cultivation base, would be so strong that he was practically invincible!

What Daoist magic? What treasures? In front of Su Yi, all seemed as fragile as paper.
None could damage him in the slightest.

In stark contrast, every time he struck, he struck with unstoppable momentum, tearing through his enemies’ ranks.

In mere moments, he’d already inflicted grievous casualties on all three groups!

Bang!

A muffled explosion rang out, and yet another Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator fell.
Su Yi had slapped him into mush, killing him body and soul.

This bloody, domineering scene was like the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Huan Shanglin’s will to fight completely collapsed. 

Without any further hesitation, this dazzling figure of the Demonic Huan Family turned tail and fled.

Whoosh!

A dense swath of bloody light burst around him.
His entire body transformed into tens of thousands of bloody threads, which scattered in all directions. 

Blood Escape!

This was a powerful forbidden technique.
It bought its user an opportunity to escape at the cost of their longevity and life force.

Such forbidden techniques were widespread among demonic cultivators.
They were costly, but indeed rather effective.

Alas, this time, Huan Shanglin had bumped into Su Yi.

With the 108,000 years of experience of his past life, Su Yi was proficient in all manner of abilities.
Breaking the Blood Escape technique wasn’t at all difficult for him.

Su Yi’s robes billowed around him as he raised his right arm, like a sharp sword piercing the heavens.

Boom!

Walls suddenly surged forth on all sides, like a natural moat, sealing off the area completely.

Every wall was glittering and bright, and they surged with dense and mysterious Sanskrit.

From a distance, the place where Su Yi stood seemed to have transformed into a massive cage.
It seemed there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

This wasn’t the Kunwu Ye Family’s Circle of Confinement, but rather, a supreme Buddhist inheritance——

Buddhist Ground in the Palm of My Hand!

The entire landscape below was transformed into a Buddhist holy land.
Opponents trapped within its range were in the palm of the user’s hand!

When a Buddhist Imperial expert unleashed this technique, a single palm could cover eight thousand miles.
No matter how enemies tried to flee or hide, they couldn’t escape this palm!

Bang bang bang bang!

The countless bloody threads Huan Shanglin had turned into slammed into the wall and exploded.

When one of them burst, it transformed back into Huan Shanglin, who staggered back and almost fell from the sky. 

“No! How could he possibly have blocked Blood Escape?”

Shock and alarm were written all over his pallid face.

“Ignorant.” Su Yi’s eyes shone with a hint of disdain.

Every top Imperial orthodoxy had methods of countering techniques like Blood Escape.

Like Buddhism’s “Buddhist Ground in the Palm of My Hand”, Daoism’s “Birdcage Incantation”, and yao cultivators’ “Mountains Upon Mountains.”

None of these techniques were particularly powerful as fighting techniques, but they were unbelievably useful for countering Blood Escape.

“Open!” Huan Shangling roared and called upon the full extent of his power to attack the walls of the Grand Dao manifested by Buddhist Grounds in the Palm of My Hand.

Alas, Su Yi didn’t give him any chance at all.

Whoosh!

A streak of sword qi surged into being and arced through the air, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, then cleaved downward.

As danger approached, Huan Shanglin didn’t hesitate to bite through the tip of his tongue and activate his last resort.

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Layers of demonic flame surged around him, forming a set of armor that covered him completely.

He then raised a halberd and thrust with all his might.

Crunch!

When the halberd collided with the sword qi, it burst apart like paper mache. 

However, the sword qi’s power was undiminished.
It continued ahead, straight through the layers of armor manifested of demonic flames, and flashed through Huan Shanglin’s body.

“No——!”

A miserable, unwilling shout rang out as Huan Shanglin split in two.
Then, both halves exploded.

The blood bloomed like flames, bleak yet beautiful, bright red and scalding.

The dazzling, mysterious walls of the Grand Dao flashing with Sankskrit disappeared without a trace.

Xie Zhibei, Wang Zhongyang, and the other survivors had already been considering fleeing, so witnessing this was like a sharp blow to the head.
Their hearts sank. 

There was really nowhere to run!! 

Huan Shanglin had chosen a good moment to flee, but he was nonetheless stopped and cut down where he stood.

When Xie Zhibei, Wang Zhongyang, and the others saw this, they felt as if someone had severed their only escape route.

The battle raged on.

However, only four people remained: Xie Zhibei, Wang Zhongyang, and two others.

Furthermore, all of them were covered in wounds!

“Su Yi, I’m willing to admit defeat.
So long as you show mercy, I swear never to oppose you ever again!” Xie Zhibei said in a quavering voice.

This Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator of the House of the Skywalking Sword was utterly frantic.
To save his life, he was willing to cast aside his dignity and pride, admit defeat, and beg Su Yi for mercy!

“Becoming my enemy means certain doom.
What good will your vow do you?” 

As this calm voice rang out, the sword rain filling the skies swept forth, killing the Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator closest to Su Yi.

Then, Su Yi took a step forward and charged at Xie Zhibei.

“Begging for mercy won’t do you any good.
We have no choice but to risk it all!” shouted Wang Zhongyang.

“Let’s do it, then!” Xie Zhibei gnashed his teeth and went all out.

Alas, their struggles were destined to be in vain.
Even the distant onlookers could tell that Xie Zhibei and the others’ time was over.

A flick of the fingers later, and the woman in black, one of Wang Zhongyang’s allies, died.
A streak of sword qi bore a hole through her forehead, killing her on the spot.

Two flicks of the finger later.

Wang Zhongyang’s Natal Spirit Treasure exploded into pieces, and his body was enveloped in sword qi.
It ripped him to shreds, right down to his soul.

In the last moments before his death, this Spiritual Revolution cultivator of the Celestial River Realm’s Frigid North Sword Pavilion couldn’t help but sigh bitterly, “Had I known this would have happened, I wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to step forth…”

His voice was full of regret and unwillingness.

The distant onlookers couldn’t help but pity him, but just as Su Yi was about to kill Xie Zhibei, a raspy, aged voice urgently cried out from afar, “Fellow Daoist Su, please, show mercy! The House of the Skywalking Sword is willing to buy Xie Zhibei’s life, no matter the price!”

His voice resounded throughout the entire area.

Xie Zhibei had already given in to despair.
When he heard this, he was initially stunned, then excited.

“It’s too late.”

Three light, airy syllables left Su Yi’s lips.

Then, beneath the crowd’s astonished gazes, Su Yi’s sword descended once more, killing the already severely injured Xie Zhibei where he stood.

Splurt!

Blood splattered like a waterfall.

Xie Zhibei’s eyes widened with astonishment.
Even in death, his agitation remained on his features.

Now, all three groups who’d targeted him had been destroyed, down to the last Spiritual Revolution cultivator!

Heaven and earth were painted with blood.

Only Su Yi remained.
He stood there all on his own, gazing down upon the world below.