First Immortal of the Sword

Within the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House.

Ning Sihua, Wen Lingxue, Cha Jin, Ying Que, Yuan Heng, and the others were startled into action.
They used the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes to see what was happening outside.

“Who is that?”

“It’s Qing Luo! He looks different, but his presence hasn’t changed at all!”

“So, it’s him…”

When they recognized this new arrival, the initially flustered group actually calmed down.

When Su Yi left, he gave them instructions on how to handle this, and he’d left numerous methods in reserve.
All of these preparations were to ensure they could deal with Qing Luo when he arrived.

“Lingxue, you and Cha Jin should go tell the others not to panic,” said Ning Sihua at top speed.
She hadn’t lost her cool at all.
“Ying Que, Yuan Heng, let’s circulate the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes and exterminate him!”

“Got it!”

Everyone agreed.

……

Outside the ruins.

The wind and clouds changed color, and the seas churned.

The snow-white sword nourished within the sword slave’s back re-entered the world!

Clang! 

The sword roared like a primordial demon god, shaking the nine heavens and stirring up the wind and clouds. 

Unstoppable sword light stung the eyes.
It was like a blazing sun, radiant to the extreme as it illuminated the entire stretch of sea. 

Upon closer inspection, the sword was forged out of Divine Bone Jade.
It was radiant and crystalline, and it emanated a limitlessly terrifying aura.

Two words were written on the hilt in tiny, contorted characters the size of a fly’s head: Divine Misfortune!

By the time the sword entered his hand, “Qing Luo”—the sword slave—had aged beyond comparison.
His skin cracked and split, as if every last drop of power and vitality had been squeezed out of him.

“You are no longer of any use.” 

A cold, unearthly voice emanated from within the snow-white blade of Divine Misfortune.

Then—

Bang!

The gray-robed, withered shell of a no-longer-young man exploded into nothingness.

Then, an illusory figure floated above Divine Misfortune, a handsome, unearthly man in black robes.

This was the sword spirit Qing Luo’s true form!

He stood with his hands behind his back as he gazed into the entrance of the Immortals’ Sword House.
A cold smile tugged at his lips as he whispered to himself, “Even if Su Yi were here, he’d find it difficult to escape death.
What good will a paltry Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes do you?”

He was the weapon spirit of Divine Misfortune, the personal weapon of the third-generation leader of the Immortal’s Sword House.
How could he possibly be ignorant of the mysteries of the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes?

“Break!” Qing Luo swung his sleeves.

Boom!

The humming of a sword shook the heavens.
The yao sword, Divine Misfortune, soared into the air, then slashed furiously downward.

The entire Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes surged.
Countless glyphs manifested of its power, their divine radiance piercing the sky.

But Qing Luo’s slash effortlessly cleaved a path through the formation.

Whoosh!

Qing Luo took a step forward, shooting into the formation.

Ning Sihua had been waiting for an opportunity this whole time.
When she saw this, she didn’t hesitate to issue orders.

“The moment he steps through the entrance to the ruins, activate the full extent of the formation’s power and trap him! Then, Tian Li can attack and kill him herself!”

“Got it!” Yuan Heng and Ying Que nodded their assent.

But when Qing Luo was just about to step into the entrance——

The Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp Su Yi had sealed within the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes suddenly shot forth.

“Qing Luo, hurry up and run away—!!”

The illusory figure of a white-haired woman in red floated above the lamp and cried out in panic.

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This was none other than the sword spirit Tian Li!

But this scene caught Ning Sihua and the others off guard.

Su Yi had spared Tian Li because she’d sworn that, so long as Qing Luo dared appeared, she’d kill him herself.

Who’d have thought she’d betray them?

“Tianli, don’t be afraid! A formation like this can’t do anything to me.” When he saw Tian Li’s familiar figure, excitement appeared on Qing Luo’s face.
Once I’ve broken the formation, I’ll take you away.
I’ll release you from the Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp.” 

“You want to release her? You’re dreaming!” Ning Sihua laughed coldly.

As she spoke, a talisman appeared in her hand, which she suddenly activated.

Boom!

The talisman lit up, and the Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp trembled violently.
The serpentine wick burst with piercing, bloody Dao light, with ruthlessly suppressed Tian Li.

Tian Li’s illusory figure almost shattered, and she screamed in pain.

This was a talisman Su Yi had left behind in case Tian Li turned on them.

When circulated, it could activate the power of the Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp to seal and suppress Tian Li.

“Tian Li!” Enraged, Qing Luo’s unearthly eyes shone with terrifying, vicious light.
He shouted, “Stop! Or else, I’ll kill every last one of you!”

As he spoke, he directed the yao sword, Divine Misfortune, and attacked with all his might.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Streak after streak of vicious and unearthly sword light descended.
The formation surged, and Dao Light shook violently. 

It was as if Qing Luo had gone completely mad.

Ning Sihua furrowed her bow.

She’d originally planned to wait until Qing Luo reached the entrance of the ruins, then use the formation’s power to suppress him.
That could have trapped him completely; he couldn’t have escaped, not even if he grew wings. 

But now, that was obviously no longer possible.

“Forget it! First, let’s force him back!” Ning Sihua gnashed her teeth and reached a decision.

A moment later, she, Yuan Heng, and Ying Que joined forces, circulating the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes with all their power.

Boom!

Radiant arcs manifested of the formation’s power swept toward Qing Luo like divine whips.

In a few blinks of the eye, Qing Luo was forced to retreat.
His hair was disheveled, and he staggered back.
The look on his face had changed.

He suddenly realized that the formation’s power had changed.
Someone had obviously altered and rearranged many of its secrets and profundities!

“Qing Luo, hurry up and run! When Su Yi left, he left behind all sorts of methods to kill you!” Tian Li’s agonized, frantic voice emanated from the Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp.

Her source power had already fused with the treasure.
When Ning Sihua activated the talisman Su Yi had left behind, she suffered the lamp’s suppression, plunging her into endless agony.

“Su Yi? Him again, that fucking bastard!” Qing Luo’s eyes were bloodshot, and his features contorted.
He gnashed his teeth so hard that they almost shattered.

A moment later, he took a deep breath, his eyes full of madness.
“Tianli, I’ve already waited for countless years.
This time, no matter what, I’m taking you with me.
Even if I die, I want to die with you!”

Clang!

Before his voice had even finished echoing through the air, Divine Misfortune shook violently and burst with terrifying, blood-colored light.
Every inch of the sword seemed to burst into flame. 

“Break!” Qing Luo roared in fury as if he’d gone insane.
He swung his sword and attacked, charging toward the lamp suppressed deep within the formation.

Layers of the formation’s power lashed out like divine whips, but shockingly, the terrifying, blood-colored sword qi suppressed them!

Ning Sihua’s pupils constricted, and she inwardly cried out in alarm.

She wouldn’t have guessed Qing Luo would be this strong when he fought without regard for his life!

“Break! Break! Break!”

Within the formation, Qing Luo fought like an enraged deity.
He broke through layer after layer of the formation’s power, and it seemed he’d flatten everything in his way.”

“Qing Luo, if you do this, even if you take me away, you’ll ruin your cultivation base…” The white-haired, red-dressed Tian Li said through a face full of tears.
Her heart ached, but at the same time, she was moved.

Immediately afterward, she seemed to reach a decision.
She muttered, “Fine.
You’re not afraid to die, so how… how could I cling to life?”

Boom!

She suddenly burst with dazzling, resplendent light as black as ink.
It emanated a terrifying, destructive power. 

Immediately afterward, she countered and neutralized the power of the Heavensphere Soul-Refining Lamp!

The lamp trembled violently and released earsplitting wails.

Then, shockingly, Tian Li broke free of its confines!

However, she was obviously severely injured, and her figure was indistinct.
It seemed she could crumble at any time.

It was then that Qing Luo fought his way to her side.
When he saw her condition, his heart ached, and he was overcome with rage. 

“Just you wait! I’ll massacre everyone here! I won’t spare a single one of you!” Qing Luo emphasized each and every word, then shouted, his voice rife with endless hatred.

Boom!

He swung his sword and continued fighting his way into the ruins.
The layers of the formation could do nothing to stop his advance.

“I’ll go with you.” Tian Li was obviously severely injured and on the brink of collapse, but as she accompanied Qing Luo, the white-haired woman in red smiled sweetly and tenderly.

Qing Luo was the weapon spirit of Bai Changhen, the third-generation leader of the Immortals’ Sword House.

Tian Li was the spirit of the first weapon the sect’s founder, the Heavensphere Yao Emperor, had ever forged.

Although no one knew it, the two sword spirits had long since fallen in love, til death do they part.

Ning Sihua, Yuan Heng, and Ying Que watched from a distance, their expressions shifting and uncertain.

But none of them panicked. 

“Master Su’s powers of prediction are like a god’s!” Ying Que sighed.

When Su Yi left, he’d arranged numerous countermeasures, and he’d even warned them of the possibility that Tian Li might turn on them.

His reason for suspecting this was simple: She’d once asked him, “Does being a sword spirit mean that my life is not my own, and that others can decide whether I live or die?”

It was because of this question that Su Yi didn’t trust her completely.
This was also why he left so many countermeasures when he left.

What happened now was unquestionable confirmation of Su Yi’s initial suspicions. 

How could Ying Que not sigh with admiration?

“That woman is pitiful, but oftentimes, the pitiful bring their misfortunes upon themselves.
Fellow Daoist Su gave her a chance, and she chose not to treasure it.” Ning Sihua sighed, then turned to Yuan Heng.
“Go ahead and do it.”

Yuan Heng nodded, then solemnly took out a talisman.

This was one of the countermeasures Su Yi had left.
Once shattered, it could kill any Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator around. 

Wen Lingxue and Cha Jin each had a talisman just like it…

This was the source of Ning Sihua and the others’ confidence.

Thus, even when Qing Luo shouted about killing them all as if he’d gone mad, none of them panicked.
If anything, they found him a bit pitiful…

But then, before Yuan Heng could take action, cold laughter rang out.

“You wicked creatures dare commit violence here? You don’t know the meaning of the word death!” 

Ning Sihua and the others were stunned.

A withered, disheveled, elderly blind man had appeared in the Heaven-Sealing Formation of the Nine Absolutes, seemingly out of nowhere.

Then, the old blind man waved his hand.

Boom!

A talisman exploded, firing a streak of shocking sword qi.
It flashed through the air.

Crunch!

Something audibly shattered.

Qing Luo’s figure, as well as the sword he controlled, Divine Misfortune, split in two, offering no more resistance than paper mache!