First Immortal of the Sword-Chapter 1934: Entering the Ancestral Demon Grounds

A casual strike, and he slew an unparalleled Profound Demon Sovereign!

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and their expressions shifted dramatically. They’d chosen to fight one-on-one primarily to stall for time. They weren’t after killing Su Yi so much as self-preservation.

None of them would have guessed that Yin Luo, the first to do battle, would die so quickly. He was like a moth to the flame, dead in an instant!

“Shall we continue?” Su Yi asked casually. He was calm, but that only made him all the more imposing. He was like a ruler gazing down at the masses!

The air was stifled, so oppressive that the crowd couldn’t breathe.

“My turn.” A tall, thin man in beast skin robes stepped forth, breaking the stifled silence.

He looked young, and he was swathed in a vortex of thunder and wind. His name was Feng Jiuji, and he was a Profound Demon Sovereign of the Wind Ray Demons.

Whoosh!

As soon as he took the stage, he blurred into a gust of wind and vanished into the air. A windstorm surged throughout the entire area. Countless whirlpools formed, ripping the air around Su Yi to shreds.

Kcch! Kcch!

The wind howled, sharp as countless blades. There was nowhere they could not reach. In the outside world, an attack like this could have overturned the mountains and rivers or minced an entire city!

Yet when this terrifying power tried to rip into Su Yi, his power of the Grand Dao neutralized it. He just stood there, letting it blow past him like a gentle breeze. He didn’t have so much as a hair out of place!

“Wind is carefree and unrestrained. There’s nowhere it cannot reach and no space too small for it to fit. Alas… the moment you used it to attack me, you fettered it. It’s no longer carefree and unrestrained,” whispered Su Yi. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed down.

Boom!

The sky shook on all sides, suddenly under terrifying suppression. The windstorm filling heaven and earth shattered, bit by bit. Several thousand feet away, the air was thrown into disarray, and Feng Jiuji was forced back into view.

He was visibly horrified, and he blurred and vanished once more. But mere moments later, there was a muffled thud as he was forced back into view yet again.

It turned out that the sky had been sealed off. There was no breaking it. When he tried to flee, it was as if he'd smacked into an iron board. The impact left him seeing stars.

Before he could steady himself, a soft sigh rang out. “The moment wind can no longer advance, it disappears from this world. The same is true of men.”

A streak of sword qi appeared and silently pierced Feng Jiuji’s skull.

Bang!

It destroyed him, body and soul. The second old-timer to fight had died, just like that!

Li Changsheng and the others felt chills course through their entire bodies. This wasn’t a duel. This was one-sided suppression!

These ancient experts had long since established themselves at the pinnacle of the Spirit Domain. The masses practically worshiped them. But as mighty as they were, in front of Su Yi, they seemed as brittle as clay chickens and porcelain dogs. How could they possibly fight him?

And how could they stall for time?

“You…. Don’t tell me you’ve already become a god?” Li Changsheng’s expression shifted erratically. He couldn’t even imagine how a Great Profound Stage expert could be this heaven-defying.

“I haven’t,” said Su Yi. “They say your Nine Progenitors were evenly matched with true gods. I imagine that their strength is far beyond yours, so why are you so confused by my strength?”

Li Changsheng furrowed his brow. “That’s different! The Nine Progenitors were born of the chaos and blessed with the good fortune of the Spirit Domain. How could you possibly compare yourself to them?”

Su Yi laughed. “I wouldn’t have guessed it, but you can be quite short-sighted at times, Li Changsheng.”

His voice was tinged with unconcealed disdain.

“Short-sighted?” Li Changsheng murmured, but he quickly fell silent. He understood.

The Nine Progenitors were extraordinary, but Su Yi was the only person in this world who’d mastered the power of reincarnation, the Heretic Reincarnator, the one the gods did not tolerate!

Even the Nine Progenitors’ origins and accumulations seemed rather lacking by comparison.

When they attempted to prove their Daos and achieve divinity, they met with a backslash from divine misfortune. Even now, they’d yet to recover.

But what about Su Yi? He’d died prior to the Age of Fallen Immortals, only to reincarnate and return to the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao!

When Li Changsheng thought of it that way, it all made sense. For all the Immortal Realm’s long history, there was only one Su Yi, only one Heretic Reincarnator!

Naturally…. There was no comparing him with other people. Even if his strength were more unreasonable than it already was, it wouldn’t have been all that strange.

The old monsters sank into silence. It was obvious how great a blow this was, and that they didn’t know how best to respond.

Su Yi said flatly, “You should just attack together.”

Suddenly, someone said, “If we admit defeat, agree to call back our troops immediately, and swear never to attack the Immortal Realm ever again, can we bury the hatchet?”

“What do you think?” said Su Yi. His eyes shone with mockery. You want to admit defeat? How could I possibly let you off so easily?

Over countless years of war, the Immortal Realm and the Spirit Domain had developed a deep, irreconcilable grudge! There was no way a mere paper treaty could resolve it. And even if it could, Su Yi in no way believed their nonsense. They couldn’t beat him, so they wanted to resolve their blood feud peacefully?

They were dreaming!

“Don’t make me look down on you, and don’t lose what little face the Nine Great Demon Races have left. Besides, dying at my hands is an honor for the likes of you.” said Su Yi, drawing closer to the demon experts.

His tall, upright figure was full of all-encompassing force, like a ruler on parade. The very air itself quivered around him.

Li Changsheng and the others exchanged glances, then gnashed their teeth and attacked with all their might.

They were risking it all! Every last one of them unleashed the forbidden techniques they kept in reserve!

Dozens of them attacked together, stirring up a current of power that made the entire stretch of heaven and earth collapse. The ancient ritual grounds split and sank beneath their feet.

The entire chaos lake churned violently.

In the face of this attack, Su Yi finally felt pressure. This was a threat!

“This is actually a bit interesting!” He let out a long laugh, then swung his sleeves. Three feet of sword qi condensed in his palm, and he swung it furiously.

It was a simple slash, without the slightest flourish, but when it landed——

Boom!

The firmament was thrown into upheaval. The power of divine misfortune came crashing down, and the sky exploded on all sides. Beneath this slash, dozens of experts’ joint attacks popped like soap bubbles, and a flood of destructive power swept outward.

The charging experts were sent flying backward in all directions. Severed limbs fell like rain, and blood splashed the air; agonized cries resounded throughout heaven and earth.

A perfectly straight sword gash cleaved through the battlefield, extending all the way to the entrance to the Ancestral Demon Grounds.

One slash, and he’d defeated thirty-eight powerful foes. He was just that tyrannical and contemptuous.

The sight made Li Changsheng and the others give in to despair. Their will to fight completely broke!

Su Yi was just too strong, so strong that he seemed comparable to a deity. Even when they risked it all, they couldn’t block a single strike. How could they possibly fight back?

Even divine fortune was useless; he neutralized it with ease!

“Risking it all will be in vain. Struggle all you like, but you won’t escape death. You’ll die here, but you’ll be buried at your roots. Isn’t that a blessing?” said Su Yi. As he approached, he gazed down at his enemies. “It’s time for me to end this ancient enmity once and for all.”

With that, he pressed down on the air. The hum of a sword resounded throughout the cloudy dome of heaven.

Countless streaks of sword qi arced through the air and slammed against the ground.

Thirty-eight ancient demon experts were enveloped by sword qi, still in the throes of despair. In the blink of an eye, they’d perished, and their Daos were destroyed.

Nothing unexpected happened. In the face of absolute power, there was only despair. There were no miracles to be found.

“It was rather dull, but sending you on your way personally was satisfying,” said Su Yi. He took out a jug of wine and had a big sip. “But it isn’t over yet.”

With that, he continued toward the entrance to the Ancestral Demon Grounds.

The Divine Replenishment Furnace remained behind to gather the spoils.

…

The Ancestral Demon Grounds.

This was, in truth, a hidden realm permeated with chaos energy. It was completely detached from the outside world. The whole place was covered in grand mountains shrouded in chaos mist. It was ancient and primeval.

“How…. How could he be so terrifying?”

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“The ancestors joined forces, but they still couldn’t stop him?”

“Finished… this time, we’re really finished..”

A clamor of panicked voices rang out.

There were numerous experts stationed in the Ancestral Demon Grounds year-round. Practically all of them hailed from the Nine Great Demon Races, but in terms of both seniority and cultivation, they were no match for Li Changsheng and the other old-timers.

They all witnessed their seniors’ battle with Su Yi. All of them were startled, and their faces were ashen.

He had defeated Yin Luo in a snap of his fingers, and he had casually cut down Feng Jiuji. Even thirty-eight older-generation cultivators’ joint all-out attack had broken beneath a single slash!

To the experts stationed here, Su Yi was like a god of death. He couldn’t have been any more terrifying. He simply marched on in as if they weren’t even here.

And now, he’d reached the Ancestral Demon Grounds! The old monsters couldn’t help but feel that the skies were crumbling around them.

“Hurry! Hurry up and inform the divine emissaries. The… the Tyrant is coming!” someone shrieked.

Deep within the Ancestral Demon Grounds.

At the base of a black mountain, there stood a chaos pool. In it was the accumulated chaos source power of the entire Spirit Domain.

Nine ancient, plain tripod cauldrons floated within the chaos pool. All nine were covered in inscrutable, intricate divine markings, and each contained a seated, cross-legged figure. Their ranks included both men and women, and all of them had extraordinarily terrifying auras.

These were none other than the progenitors of the Nine Great Demon Races!

Thirty-six divine emissaries stood on the banks of the chaos pool. Nine of them were using mysterious and ancient formation discs.

The discs lit up, and beams of taboo divine power shot into the nine cauldrons. The cauldrons shone as they continuously absorbed the power within the chaos pool, which in turn surged into the Nine Progenitors inside.

“All that remains is the final step. Soon, we’ll be able to use the Nine Cauldrons Deification Formation to fully transform these old-timers into Divine Puppets. When the time comes, with their power, no one in the Immortal Realm or the Spirit Domain will be able to stand in our way!” an unearthly-looking man in white said with a grin, his eyes shining with anticipation.