First Immortal of the Sword

Just as Su Yi expected, when he stepped onto the path toward Starpluck Mountain, rain started pouring down from the heavens.

The curtain of rain was like a waterfall, the sound filling the air.

Heaven and earth were instantly shrouded in dense layers of mist, but the water naturally couldn’t influence cultivators.

Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back. Before the water reached him, it silently, tracelessly, slid off him. Neither his hair nor his clothes got at all damp.

He was dressed unusually efficiently: blue robes and a wooden hairpin to hold his loose Daoist topknot in place. It was a clean, neat look.

Perhaps because his presence was too calm, or perhaps because he looked so young, as he walked through the rain and the crowd, almost no one recognized him.

The pouring rain beat against the ground like a drum, but it couldn’t obscure the cultivators’ conversations.

All of them were discussing the battle to come. Everyone was talking over each other; it was a lively scene.

Some were arguing about who would win the battle.

Others were analyzing its effects on the world’s balance of power.

Others still were commenting on Su Yi’s past legendary achievements.

To Su Yi, all of it seemed lackluster.

This was only exciting for other people. The way Su Yi saw it, he was here to end a grudge and eliminate future trouble, that’s all.

“Brother Su.” A somewhat tense voice rang out through the curtain of rain.

Su Yi looked over and saw Gu Cangning.

Now that he thought about it, Gu Cangning was the first monster of the ancient era Su Yi had ever met. Their relationship wasn’t exactly close, but it wasn’t bad, either.

When he sensed Su Yi’s gaze, Gu Cangning opened his mouth as if to say something, but before the words could come tumbling out of him, he forced them back down. All he said was this: “Take care of yourself!”

Su Yi smiled, nodded, and continued ahead.

As he watched Su Yi’s tall, upright figure continue through the rain and gradually fade into the distance, Gu Cangning felt inexplicably gratified. 

During his time in this world, he’d gotten acquainted with an unmatched legend. This was already enough.

“Brother Su.”

“Fellow Daoist Su.”

“Young lord Su.”

Su Yi continuously bumped into familiar faces along the way, like the twin-souled Dou Kou, the iron-willed Buddhist Son Chen Lu, the sharp-eyed Chi Jiansu, and Zeng Pu, who proved his Dao with his bare fists…

All of them seemed somewhat reserved as they greeted Su Yi. It seemed they wanted to exchange pleasantries, but they held back, just like Gu Cangning.

In the end, all of them sincerely wished him well and left it at that.

Su Yi nodded at them, one by one.

Seeing all these familiar faces brought back memories for him, too.

He still remembered the two paintings Dou Kou had given him. One depicted Wen Xinzhao, the other, Yue Shichan.

And Chi Jiansu was born with a Nethervein Yin Bone. She’d long since become a disciple of the Ghost Lantern Sarcophagus Bearers as a result.

The rain gradually intensified. It was really pouring.

More and more cultivators recognize Su Yi. Uproar and startled cries repeatedly resounded throughout the rain.

And numerous cultivators trailed after Su Yi, forming a grand procession.

Most were just here to watch the excitement.

Su Yi didn’t care about all this at all.

Before long, he could see Starpluck Mountain off in the distance. It, too, was shrouded in rain.

Once Su Yi got within ten miles of it, the countless cultivators who’d followed him thus far subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

No one dared disregard the top factions’ restrictions.

Thus, beneath countless eyes, Su Yi proceeded to Starpluck Mountain alone. Beneath the boundless curtain of rain, Su Yi’s solitary figure seemed strikingly composed.

Suddenly, a sound like the ringing of a massive bell emanated from Starpluck Mountain, reverberating throughout heaven and earth. It shook even the pouring rain, making it tremble.

Boom!

The mountain suddenly burst with intense, searing light, sweeping away the clouds filling the sky and bringing the downpour to an abrupt halt.

The skies cleared, but this only gave the dampened ground an additional austerity.

Countless cultivators instinctively looked up at the mountain.

However, they were so far away that even if they used their divine senses, they could only dimly discern a tall, gaunt figure standing on the peak.

The man held a bronze bell, and his entire body was swathed in silver flame, like a demon or a god.

“Su Yi, come here! We’ve been waiting here to see you off!” The tall, thin figure’s voice emanated throughout the landscape, and a bell chimed.

All of this was to see Su Yi off!

This attitude threw the crowd into uproar. Conversation rose on all sides.

“That’s Huan Tiandu of the Demonic Huan Family, an extremely ancient expert. They say he was the one who decided to settle things with Banished Immortal Su here,” someone muttered.

Huan Tiandu was a peak Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator!

Despite having suffered the effects of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness, he occupied an extremely lofty position within the Huan Family, and he wielded great authority. None went against him.

Su Yi looked up. 

Starpluck Mountain was tens of thousands of feet tall, like a sharp sword piercing the clouds, and it was extremely steep.

Su Yi saw death traps throughout the mountain and layers of formations. It was obvious that the hostile factions had arranged them with care.

“They actually think rather highly of me,” laughed Su Yi.

He didn’t hesitate. He stepped into the air and, in just a few breaths of time, arrived in the skies just a thousand feet from the mountain.

Immediately afterward, he saw his opponents distributed throughout the peak.

The Spiritual Revolution cultivators were divided into seven camps, each consisting of nine experts.

Them aside, there were close to one hundred Spiritual Incarnation experts distributed throughout Starpluck Mountain.

In the modern Azure Continent, such a lineup was indeed terrifying; it was enough to sweep through the nation.

Yet now, this terrifying lineup had assembled to target just one person: Su Yi!

“Su Yi, rest assured. After today’s battle, no matter who wins, all enmities between us and our respective factions end here,” said the bell-carrying Huan Tiandu coolly from the peak.

Su Yi laughed. “I dare say with certainty that so long as you lose, you’ll lose your qualifications to vie for supremacy, and numerous other factions will see you as fatty meat for them to divide as they please.”

“Haha, Fellow Daoist Su, you worry too much. We dared issue a challenge, so we’re naturally confident in our victory.” An old man in Daoist robes and a feather headdress stepped forth and burst into laughter.

Lie Yangchong!

He was a grand elder of Tianji Dao Mountain and a peak Spiritual Revolution cultivator.

“Su Yi, your heart is too murderous, and you act without reservation. We Buddhists see you as a heretic who will bring disaster to the world, one who must be condemned. However, if you come quietly, this humble monk will naturally help you turn over a new leaf,” said a withered old monk with a compassionate expression.

Clarifying Origins.

A high elder of the Pure Emptiness Buddhist Sect with an undying golden body.

“A chance to turn over a new leaf? No, no matter who requests mercy on his behalf, Su Yi must die!” A murderous voice rang out.

 The speaker was the most senior elder of the House of the Skywalking Sword, Yue Changqiong. He was dressed in white, with a sword case on his back and an imposing bearing.

“That’s right! That bastard must die!”

“Were he any other scoundrel, I’d naturally give him a chance to make amends, but Su Yi… must die!” 

High Elder Fei Yun of the Tiandou Spirit Cult and Sect Leader He Lianqi of the Incarnation of Stars Sect interjected. 

Fei Yun was dressed in black, and nine illusory black flood dragons were wrapped around him. His aura was imposing and terrifying.

He Lianqi was dressed in warrior’s robes, with blood-colored hair and golden eyes. He gripped a spear, and his majestic aura was unparalleled in its viciousness.

These major powers’ forceful declarations went off like thunderclaps, reverberating throughout heaven and earth and provoking widespread uproar.

From beginning to end, the leader of the Burning Sun Sect, Zhao Beizhen, said nothing. However, his gaze was so cold that it seemed he saw Su Yi as little more than a corpse.

This scene struck fear into countless onlookers’ hearts. 

However, Su Yi only let out a dry laugh, his expression proud and contemptuous. “I’ll just ask you this: who among you dares step forth and fight me?”

His voice spread far and wide, but none dared accept his challenge.

Even the leaders—Huan Tiandu of the Huan Family, Lie Yangchong of Tianji Dao Mountain, Zhao Beizhen of the Burning Sun Sect, Clarifying Origins of the Pure Emptiness Buddhist Sect, Yue Changqiong of the House of the Skywalking Sword, He Lianqi of the Incarnation of Stars Sect, and Fei Yun of the Tiandou Spirit Cult—had overcast expressions. 

Even the Spiritual Revolution cultivators around him had unsightly looks on their faces.

If they were strong enough to suppress Su Yi individually, why would they have rallied so many experts? Why would they have staged this battle?

The atmosphere was actually a little stifled.

When the distant onlookers saw this, all of them were rueful. Just one sentence, yet he’d suppressed the mighty factions’ bluster! Who else beneath the heavens could have achieved this?

“Is this all?” A mocking arc tugged at Su Yi’s lips. 

It was just three words, but they provoked the experts of the hostile factions, making their expressions even more unsightly.

“When the heavens want someone dead, they first drive him to madness. Su Yi, if you’re not afraid, why resort to such unseemly tricks and mockery?” Huan Tiandu took a deep breath and said coolly.

“Afraid?” Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “Then I’ll just say this upfront: today, heads will roll across the ground, and blood will form rivers!”

Before his voice had even finished echoing through the air, he stepped into the sky, robes fluttering around him, and pressed his fingers into a sword. 

Whoosh!

He slashed through the air, aiming at the peak of Starpluck Mountain.

A thousand-foot streak of sword qi swept through the air, extending until it reached ten thousand feet. It was like the boundless river of stars descending from the heavens.

Its momentum was boundless and inestimable, and its power shook heaven and earth.

It was just one slash, but it illuminated the entire land and shook the ten directions.

Boom!!!

The densely-packed power of various formations surged throughout Starpluck Mountain, blotting out the skies and obscuring the sun. Their radiance dazzled the world.

Su Yi’s slash had only just descended when the miraculous power of the glyphs formed of countless formations blocked and neutralized it.

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Even so, the slash cleaved an eye-catching rift through the formations’ power.

All of Starpluck Mountain swayed.

Although the formations’ power recovered in the blink of an eye, Huan Tiandu and the other Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivators were nonetheless inwardly surprised. 

Su Yi stood in the distant skies, taking all of this in. Despite himself, his eyebrows shot up.

Starpluck Mountain was covered in nine ancient, strict, top-level formations. Furthermore, every last one of them was comparable to the Nine Tripods Suppression Barrier Formation in power!

In addition, he sensed the inscrutable auras of other formations spread throughout the ten miles surrounding Starpluck Mountain.

The moment he’d stepped foot into this region, he’d effectively stepped foot into his enemies’ scrupulously prepared, inescapable net!