Chapter 127 - 87: Immortal, Will You Still Descend?

Chapter 127: Chapter 87: Immortal, Will You Still Descend?

This battle should have begun, and ended, back in the Third Year of Xuanlong.

However, it was not too late.

That night, a sword light shot to the heavens, illuminating the world. There were also the roars of Sub-Innate giant soldiers, their cries shaking mountains and rivers.

Inside and outside the Imperial City, countless Cultivs watched this peak battle—a clash between this era’s greatest Mortal Cultivation and its greatest Immortal Path.

"Mortal Cultivation is inferior to the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path. This is an iron law known throughout the ages."

"What’s more,"

"this Wind Snow Sword Immortal is merely an Acquired Grandmaster, not an Innate one, whereas Emperor Jie is already a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal."

"In the Third Year of Xuanlong, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal might have had a chance. Now, his defeat is certain."

Sima Kong spoke, his tone feigning a sigh, but his eyes revealed only mockery. He mocked the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, who had come wielding his sword, for not knowing the difference between life and death.

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal was too hasty."

"Alas."

"He is going to fall!"

The crowd of Ancient Grandmasters all agreed with Sima Kong’s assessment.

Mortal Cultivation is inferior to the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path!

This was an iron law.

One that no one had ever been able to break!

Soon, the sword light that shot to the heavens grew ever more brilliant, ever more dazzling. It broke through the world of wind and snow, illuminating the entire Human World and leaving them stunned.

"This..."

’What kind of sword strike was this?’

’A sword strike the likes of which we had never seen.’

The ultimate principles of the Sword Dao within it were not the Microscopic Position, nor did it contain the Merging of heaven and earth. Logically, it should have been far inferior to the peerless Star-Burying Sword.

They couldn’t comprehend this sword strike.

’But, it’s so strong!’

’This sword strike is so strong!’

What an incredibly powerful sword strike! It far surpassed the scope of the Sub-Innate realm and stepped into the realm of the Innate.

"Could it be that this Wind Snow Sword Immortal has knocked open the Celestial Gate, reached the end of his cultivation, and ascended to the Innate realm?"

Sima Kong was in disbelief.

’How is this possible!’

Even during the Five Hundred Years of Great Yu, a Great Unified Dynasty with immense fortune from its lands, the number of Innate Grandmasters who had reached the end of their cultivation could be counted on one hand...

’How old is the Wind Snow Sword Immortal?’

’He was born in a Tianwu Year.’

’He’s only about forty, yet he’s this terrifying? Soaring to the heavens and breaking directly into the Innate realm?’

"This sword strike must be of the Innate realm!"

Another Sub-Innate spoke heavily, his eyes filled with fervor. Watching the sword strike, he had glimpsed its extraordinary nature.

It was a pity, however, that it was still just Mortal Cultivation.

The Innate realm was its limit.

After the Immortal Arrival.

The Immortal Path was the true Prosperity Harmony Path. For the Qi Cultivation Immortal Path, even reaching the peak was merely the starting point.

But what these Ancient Grandmasters did not know... ℴ

...was that Su Chen walked a terrifying path of Extreme Ascension to Immortality, one where he viewed Immortals as fish on a chopping block, plundering their Creation for himself.

In the future, Su Chen would only grow more and more terrifying. Even in the era after the Immortal Arrival, he was still far from the end of his cultivation...

He was only First Grade, not even a Grandmaster yet.

One sword strike sundered the heavens and the earth!

The sword light fell, and the heaven-piercing glow dissipated.

This one strike cleaved open the Imperial Palace, cut a thirty-li-long gash across the Imperial City, and severed a river a thousand li outside the city, snapping it in half.

The waters of rivers and lakes could not erase the intent within the sword, nor could they fill the chasm in the river.

This was no longer a sword of the Human World! Su Chen seemed to have truly become a Sword Immortal descended from the heavens...

The wind and snow swept across the sky.

The snow was thick.

The wind was also cold.

The three Sub-Innate armored giants, their bodies wreathed in solidified killing Evil Qi, were completely annihilated. They fell beneath the world-spanning chasm created by the sword strike, shattered to pieces.

This sword strike also struck Jie.

"What is this sword strike called?"

he asked.

Beneath the moon, in the wind and snow, Jie stood atop a ruined tower. His Emperor’s Robe was tattered, yet his spine remained straight as he stood with his hands behind his back.

A great Emperor, even at the end of his road, was unwilling to lose his last shred of dignity in front of someone he admired.

"Moon-slaying!"

"A breath of resolve from the heart, accumulated for ten years, capable of protecting the people of the world and slaying the moon in the sky."

Su Chen explained as he walked forward, sword in hand.

With the foundation of a Grand First Grade, he had unleashed this strike. That single breath of resolve had nearly reached a state comparable to the Innate realm.

This was something he had not anticipated.

This second sword strike, Moon-slaying.

’So strong!’

However, the Dust-Washing Sword was, after all, a Divine Weapon of the Human World. Bearing the power of the Third Realm, "Body Like a Dragon," was its limit; it simply could not withstand the intent of this sword strike.

At this moment, spiderweb-like fissures had already appeared on the longsword.

Su Chen could not unleash a second such strike.

The wind and snow filling the sky grew ever more immense.

In the Imperial Palace, countless jade pavilions and palaces stood tall. The vast majority had been untouched by the battle and were now covered in a thick layer of snow.

The wind was strong.

The snow was thick.

And the air was cold.

A world of ice and snow, with waves of snow filling the sky, sealed off the entire area. Not even a Grandmaster could enter.

Those outside the battlefield could not glimpse even a fraction of what was happening.

’Who actually won?’

「Outside the battlefield.」

The crowd of Ancient Grandmasters, along with the various powers of the world, had all gathered, awaiting the result of this battle.

Perhaps Emperor Jie had won.

Perhaps the Wind Snow Sword Immortal was victorious.

Perhaps...

There were no more "perhaps-es." They waited. No matter the outcome, it would be a world-changing event...

「On the battlefield, at the Palace Gate.」

Jie was smiling, filled with admiration.

"Moon-slaying, is it?"

"A fine name."

"But you have slain two Emperors in a row, plunging the people of the world back into strife and turmoil. Can you truly protect them?"

Contrary to the outside world’s speculation of a fierce Magical Combat where they fought with bloodshot eyes, exchanging thousands of blows in an instant...

...at this very moment.

...the most demonic Qi Cultivation Immortal of this era was chatting with the world’s number one practitioner of Mortal Cultivation, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, as if they were old friends.

"The world was divided between Zhou and Liang, mired in three hundred years of endless conflict. The two Emperors, Xuanlong and Flame, sat upon the world and turned this conflict into a blood feud..."

"In just three short years—no, adding your reign, nine years in total—the contradictions have accumulated to their peak."

"The law of the three-hundred-year dynastic cycle!"