First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1458 - Returning to Familiar Ground, Asking Your Sovereign His Name

Su Yi recalled numerous matters.

Back then, it was in that very palace that Wang Ye read ancient tomes gathered from throughout the worlds and planes of the Epoch of Demonism. His goal was to uncover the origins of the Epoch of Demonism’s cultivation amidst the ancient tomes.

Wang Ye had reached such heights that he’d already started researching the transformations of the epochs and their cultivation cultures. He was after the most fundamental secrets of cultivation.

In truth, it was his experiences exploring different planes and epochs that let Wang Ye discover the River of Epochs, which was even more mysterious than the River of Spacetime. And it was there that Wang Ye had begun his pursuit of divinity!

Alas, back then, Wang Ye faced the threat of the Prohibition of the Gods, forcing him to retreat prematurely.

Now, Wang Ye’s experiences with the divine palace floating over the lake of lava flashed through Su Yi’s mind.

Su Yi couldn’t help but be wistful over this too. Every time he fused with one of the imprints of his past lives, it expanded his horizons. His perceptions and knowledge underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

The power of Wang Ye’s Dao Imprint was like a heart devil, but even so, there was no denying that his sixth incarnation really was an expert who’d reached the very pinnacle of the Immortal Dao. He was an extraordinary warrior and tactician. Heaven and earth were both under his dominion!

“Hm? Look, that kid showed up!”

The man in imperial robes noticed Su Yi off in the distance, and he couldn’t help but frown.

“Strange. How could a mortal like him reach this place alive?” someone asked in confusion.

The man in imperial robes said coldly, “Mortal? What mortal? I knew that kid was up to no good. He’s just withdrawn his entire cultivation base. He’s insidious to the extreme!”

The woman in purple furrowed her brow. “Rong Wen, can’t you be a bit more polite?”

By now, Su Yi was already headed toward the distant lake of lava.

“That guy actually plans to enter the Divine Palace of Ten Thousand Domains? What, is he sick of living?” said one of their companions, his eyes wide.

The others looked stunned too. How powerful was their group? Yet today, they could only turtle up outside the battlefield and wait for an opportunity. Who’d have thought some kid would come here all alone and brazenly venture directly into these muddied waters?

The man in imperial robes sneered. “Hah! He’s seeking out his own demise. It has nothing to do with us.”

Only the woman in purple hesitated. In the end, she couldn’t help but transmit a warning. “Fellow Daoist, whatever you do, don’t be reckless. Rather than venturing in right now, it's better to lie low and wait for the right moment.”

Off in the distance, Su Yi was briefly stunned. A moment later, he waved the warning away. “The good fortune here has long since been claimed. You’d best leave as soon as possible.”

The woman in purple’s brow furrowed, a hint of confusion on her face. What’s that supposed to mean? Has he somehow grasped the secrets of the Divine Palace of Ten Thousand Domains? If so, just who is he? What gives him the courage to explore this place alone?

As the woman’s thoughts raced, Su Yi reached the shore of the lake of lava and arrived at the ritual grounds.

The grand battle was still underway, and it was as brutal as could be. The cultivators fought until they were red-eyed with fury.

“Brat, you dare attempt to seize this good fortune for yourself? How dare you? Scram!” a black-robed, white-haired old man bellowed.

The other fighting cultivators sensed Su Yi’s arrival, but when they noticed that he was just a mortal with no sign of a cultivation base, they disregarded him.

“That kid’s finished!” The man in imperial robes couldn’t help but laugh. He recognized the black-robed, white-haired elder. He was a Dao Integration Realm Transcendent, a famous old devil of the Profound Eternity Realm’s southern border. He killed without batting an eye, and his hands were thoroughly stained red with blood.

As expected, before the black-robed old man’s voice had even finished echoing through the air, he struck Su Yi from afar.

Boom!

His palm struck like lightning, shining with dazzlingly bright, blood-colored radiance. Its power was terrifying to behold.

“You want me to scram?” Su Yi’s gaze was suddenly cold and indifferent. He stretched out and flicked his finger.

Bang!

The descending palm strike shattered into bits.

A bloody hole appeared through the black-robed, white-haired elder’s forehead.

“You...” His eyes widened, and a moment later, he exploded. Blood splattered the sky.

His bloody demise stunned everyone else present.

“What the...” The man in imperial robes stiffened, and his smile froze in place.

“So strong!!”

The woman in purple’s heart shook, and she gasped.

The others were dumbstruck. Their entire bodies trembled, and they almost thought they were seeing things.

All of them could tell by now that Su Yi was indeed no mere mortal. However, they still wouldn’t have thought that a young man like him could be so terrifying.

In the time it took to snap his fingers, he slew an old devil of the Dao Integration Realm!

The other cultivators busy fighting the Demonic Golems were stunned too. Every last one of them was visibly stricken.

“Ah? That guy isn’t simple!” someone exclaimed.

“Who’d have thought a hidden expert had shown up?” said another, their eyes flashing with uncertainty.

“Fellow Daoist, how about we work together to destroy the Demonic Golems first, then divine the treasure within the Divine Palace of Ten Thousand Domains?” said a man in Daoist robes. It seemed he’d approved of Su Yi’s strength.

Even as they spoke, they didn’t stop fighting. The battle raged on.

Su Yi completely disregarded all of this. He was obviously standing in the middle of a tumultuous battlefield, yet he seemed as composed as if he’d arrived in his own backyard.

His gaze swept across the Demonic Golems. He casually formed a hand seal, then pressed down on the air. An obscure invocation left his lips.

“Hah!”

His voice boomed throughout the entire area.

Then, beneath the crowd’s disbelieving gazes, the Demonic Golems locked in fierce combat with the cultivators suddenly disappeared.

Additional rows of stone statues appeared at the sides of the ritual grounds. It was the Demonic Golems! Except now, they were made of stone and entirely unmoving, as if they’d been sealed in place.

The entire area fell so deathly silent that you could have heard a pin drop. The cultivators who, just moments prior, had been fighting bathed in blood were completely dumbstruck. They glanced at each other in astonishment.

The man in imperial robes and the woman in purple were slack-jawed with astonishment. He actually sealed all the Demonic Golems with a single gesture!?

A moment later, all eyes were on Su Yi.

The atmosphere was instantly stifled and silent to the extreme.

But it was as if Su Yi didn’t even notice. He took out a jug of wine, threw back his head, and drank before saying, “Leave now, and I’ll give you a path to life.”

With that, he ignored the crowd completely and continued toward the distant palace.

The crowd was in uproar. The cultivators were bewildered and uncertain.

Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Were you... the one who sealed the Demonic Golems?”

Su Yi disregarded them.

“Do you intend to monopolize the good fortune here? Don’t you think that’s over the line?” said another combatant, their expression unsightly.

Su Yi still didn’t pay them any attention.

His complete disregard made many of the others’ expressions sour.

“You think you can monopolize this place’s good fortune without so much as an explanation? There’s absolutely no way we’ll agree to that!”

A group of cultivators shot over to block Su Yi’s path. All of them were seething with rage and murderous intent.

The others present had all locked onto Su Yi, and all of them were prepared for battle. It seemed that the moment Su Yi revealed the slightest weakness, they’d swarm in and attack!

Su Yi stopped in his tracks and looked at the cultivators blocking his path. He browed. “I’m already holding back as much as I can, so why... insist on throwing your lives away?”

His tone was tinged with exasperation.

He really was doing his utmost to suppress his murderous intent. It belonged to his sixth incarnation, and it was indifferent, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty. Had Su Yi not been suppressing it, he would have slain everyone here the moment he stepped onto the ritual grounds!

“Everyone, he says we’re throwing our lives away!” A graying elder burst into laughter.

When Su Yi saw this, he no longer suppressed himself.

In other words, he and his sixth incarnation were in agreement.

Boom!

Su Yi swung his sleeves, and a streak of sword qi swept into the air.

Bang!

The laughing old man exploded into pieces. Simultaneously, the other cultivators blocking Su Yi’s path boomed like fireworks, splitting into chunks. Piping hot blood sprayed the air.

In the blink of an eye, seven Transcendent Realm Demonist experts died brutally on the spot.

This bloody spectacle sent chills through the onlookers’ hearts, and their expressions filled with astonishment.

Just one attack! One casual, understated gesture, and he’d slain all enemies in his path!

There was no need for Su Yi to say anything more. The other cultivators present turned tail and fled, their courage crumbling. In the blink of an eye, Su Yi was the only person left on the massive ritual grounds.

The man in imperial robes took all of this in, then stiffened. His face was deathly pale, and his knees turned to jelly. He only just barely avoided toppling over.

Only now did he realize that had he attacked Su Yi when they’d first met, he’d be dead by now!

The woman in purple was startled too. Her scalp was numb with fright, and she stood there in a daze.

Who’d have dared imagine that a young man who didn’t even seem to have a cultivation base would be so terrifyingly strong?

The nearby cultivators were all scared out of their wits, but Su Yi ignored them. He just walked up to the divine palace and stood before the doorway.

The doors were tightly shut and carved with ancient, mysterious demonic glyphs and totems.

Before Su Yi could push open the door, the tightly shut door opened, and a voice emerged from the palace depths.

“Young man, you’ve already passed the trial of the Divine Palace of Ten Thousand Domains. Alas, you’ve come too late. We haven’t accepted new disciples in a long, long time, and... the Demonic Court of Ten Thousand Domains no longer exists in this world.

“If you’ve just come in search of good fortune, you can select any scripture you like from our repositories and take it with you.”

The voice was grand yet ethereal and tinged with indifference, like a sovereign from beyond the nine heavens issuing a decree.

All of a sudden, all eyes looked over, and every face filled with astonishment.

There’s actually still someone inside the Divine Palace of Ten Thousand Domains!?

Su Yi stood outside the palace gates, his gaze unreadable. “I’m not here for good fortune.”

“Are you perhaps after something else?” that grand, ethereal voice rang out once more.

Su Yi shook his head. “I’m not after anything. I’m simply revisiting familiar ground. I just wouldn’t have thought this place would change so much...”

Here, he sighed softly.

“Revisiting familiar ground?” The ethereal voice sounded quite surprised. “Just... who are you? If you’ve been here before, why don’t I recognize you?”

Su Yi took a sip of wine. “Me? I once sat here idly for ten years, reading every last Daoist canon beneath the heavens in search of this world’s secrets of cultivation.

“Of course, I guided you too, you blockhead.”

He’d only just said this when—

Boom!

The divine palace shook, and a terrifying presence reawakened in its depths!