Chapter 219: Chapter 121: Ascending to the Mountain Sea Realm

A thousand years ago, she came to the Human World. After countless trials, she had finally found the thoughts of good and evil, giving her hope of reviving the Divinity Transformation Great Immortal. She would not allow anyone to stop her, no matter what—not even the Divinity Transformation Great Cultivator himself.

’It’s useless even if I tell the Sword Immortal...’

The Empress spoke.

But unfortunately, though she kept speaking, not a single word escaped her lips. Nothing she said reached Su Chen’s ears.

This scene felt familiar.

The secret she spoke of was too terrifying; a higher level of Heavenly Secret had been triggered, concealing her words.

This time, even the Wordless Book did not react.

’Ascend to the Mountain Sea Realm?’

Su Chen looked toward the sky above the Imperial City.

There should have been a Celestial Gate there.

Unfortunately, during the Immortal Arrival, he had been asleep. All his old friends were long gone, leaving him utterly alone.

"I will go."

"But not now."

Su Chen said.

The Empress wanted to stop him, but Long Xuanjun held her back.

"He has already reached the Peak of this world. His intent of wind and rain has nearly formed a worldly Domain, and he is forging a path beyond the Innate Realm. He also possesses the Three Divine Swords, capable of slaying every hero in the world. If you don’t want your thoughts of Immortal and Demon to be sundered by him, then just let the Sword Immortal go..."

Long Xuanjun’s words silenced the Empress.

She watched the immortal-like youth in the Muddy World Profound Robe walk away, and she halted her steps.

’Long Xuanjun is right!’

’This Sword Immortal is a demon of unprecedented talent. Even among all the mortal cultivators in the entire Mountain Sea Realm, he would still be number one!’

’I am not his match.’

’Unless I tear apart this World in the Palm and have my true self take action...’

’But if I did that, the Divinity Transformation Great Cultivator would perish completely.’

"The Daoists of the Five Sects of the Eastern Domain call him a Demon Dragon—a dragon beyond an Extreme Realm True Dragon, a demon of a dragon. How fitting."

The Empress smiled bitterly.

「On this day.」

After many years of fair weather, it snowed in the Imperial City.

All because this figure in a profound robe had returned to the Imperial City.

「The Tomb.」

The tomb where Chen Ge from the pharmacy, and the Purple-robed Nine Thousand Years, Ye Xuan, were buried.

A fair-faced, beardless young man was guarding the tomb, warming his hands over a candle. At his feet lay a Peach Wood Sword.

He was Chen Xuan.

A friend of the Imperial Physician Xu Ge.

They hadn’t seen each other in over ten years.

In the years since the ’Heaven-Slaying’, he, too, had reached First Grade and was now aspiring to become a Grandmaster.

"Have you taken up the sword as well?"

Su Chen asked as he slowly approached.

There are three realms of the sword.

The Mental Realm and Presence, Sword Heart Clarity, and the Peak that only he had ever reached: Sword Dao God.

"Can I help you?"

Chen Xuan looked at the stranger, confused.

He reached for the Peach Wood Sword at his feet.

But the Peach Wood Sword seemed to have a spirit of its own. It hummed with joy and flew into Su Chen’s waiting palm.

"This fog has wiped away the history of Zhou and Liang. Why did you still find your way here to guard his tomb?"

Su Chen gazed at the coffin. Inside lay a decapitated corpse dressed in a purple robe, its head covered in withered hair.

He had experienced too much in his life.

His short forty years had been a turbulent epic. He had lived through the Great Liang, Great Zhou, and Daqian dynasties, and had seen seven or eight different Emperors.

There were not many people he truly cared for.

The one in that coffin was one of them.

As a boy, he had been impetuous and high-spirited, always believing he could change the world.

The madness of his young adulthood.

He went to meet his death, only to return as a corpse.

"What are Zhou and Liang?"

"I don’t understand."

"I only know that the person in this coffin feels very important to me, like a father."

"Did you know him, too?"

Chen Xuan looked at the coffin of the Purple-robed Thousand Years, then held out his hand to Su Chen, asking for the Peach Wood Sword back.

"Do you practice swordsmanship?"

Su Chen did not give it back. He caressed the sword’s edge, wanting to give this old acquaintance a pointer or two before he departed.

"I do."

"You practice swordsmanship, too?"

Chen Xuan asked in return.

"Yes."

Su Chen nodded.

"How good are you?"

Chen Xuan asked, skeptical.

"The best in the world."

Su Chen’s tone was placid.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Xuan laughed, thinking this youth in the profound robe was unbelievably arrogant.

The world’s heroes were as numerous as carp crossing a river.

First Grade cultivators were nothing remarkable.

There were even Grandmasters in the Imperial Capital.

And beyond them were the Three Sovereigns of Daqian, who could seize life from the heavens and sweep across the land.

’And this person dared to claim he was the best in the world?’

"How does your swordsmanship compare to that of the Daqian Sword Monarch?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"The Daqian Sword Monarch."

"His name is Zhu Ying. I taught him swordsmanship years ago."

"I only taught him a single technique."

"With that one technique, he earned the title of Daqian Sword Monarch."

In his five years of wandering, Su Chen’s travels had taken him across the world. He had, of course, seen Zhu Ying, but they had never acknowledged each other.

’Perhaps it’s better this way.’

’The Zhu Country has fallen, Zhang Gui is dead, and the Eastern Depot is a relic of the past. Living as the Daqian Sword Monarch, perhaps he can finally be his own man.’

"Heh."

"You’re getting more and more ridiculous."

"Why don’t you just say the current Empress has to bow before you? Or that the Crown Prince himself is hoping to become your disciple?"

Chen Xuan laughed and reached out again, wanting his Peach Wood Sword back.

’This man is powerful.’

’But... he’s also a little unhinged.’

In reality, just a moment ago at the gates of the Imperial City, the Empress had indeed bowed before Su Chen.

But even if he said so, no one would believe him.

After all, no one remembered him, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal.

But everyone knew the Empress was an Immortal—the Immortal who suppressed the draconic fortune of the Daqian Dynasty!

"Ten miles outside the Imperial City, along the river, is Cyan Mountain. Don’t just guard the tomb for that boy, Ye Xuan. On Cyan Mountain, there are two lonely graves. For me... tend to them from time to time."

"I will gift you two sword techniques, and they will make you the Fourth Sovereign of Daqian..."

At that moment, the Peach Wood Sword in Su Chen’s hand slashed out, unleashing a gale that stretched for a thousand li.

"This is the first sword!"

Upon the sword’s edge, within the thousand-li gale, a peculiar Sword Charm surged.

Wherever the sword-wind passed, peach blossoms bloomed, stretching a thousand li without end from the Imperial City to the rushing river beyond, almost echoing the Heaven-Reaching Sword River within the city walls.

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