Chapter 578 | I Really Don't Want to Cultivate Immortality!

Late one night.

Rain fell in the Demon Abyss, a gentle pitter-patter. Qingmu returned and entered the small courtyard.

"High Priest."

Jin Qing remained silent, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. "So soon?"

Qingmu spoke truthfully. "Two days ago, at noon, a wind rose in the Wendao Sword Sect. Autumn met spring, and the flora flourished."

"Because of a single sword intent?"

"Precisely."

Jin Qing's movements stiffened. Her gaze focused on the small cup where the tea sat shallowly, the sound of rain gurgling in her ears for a long time...

She raised the cup and drank. "It was a taxing journey. Go and rest."

Qingmu stole a glance at the High Priest, hesitated to speak, and then respectfully withdrew.

"Yes!"

After Qingmu left, the High Priest set down her cup and looked back at the Nether Pool. The curtain of rain danced endlessly in the white light of the spiritual water.

"Once is a coincidence."

"Twice is a coincidence."

"Three times..."

"It shouldn't be a coincidence anymore, should it?"

"Oh, young man, young man..."

"What a masterful performance..."

She shook her head instinctively, a hint of irrepressible bitterness appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Originally, she thought that when they first met, it was a clash between equals, a match of wits.

Bai Mang had seen through him.

She had also seen through Bai Mang.

Only today did she realize that she had merely been deceiving herself.

She had never truly seen through him.

But what could she do now?

Back then, there was a chance to fight.

Now, she could only try to preserve what remained...

That same night, in the far north, beneath the glacial ravines, a wisp of malice quietly drilled through the eternal ice.

It gathered into a mass under the moonlight.

Then, riding the night wind, it drifted into the distance.

Eventually, unnoticed by anyone, it slipped through a cracked corner of the tomb gates in the far north and entered within.

In an instant, a small vortex appeared in the dark canopy of the Twilight Burial Realm, and a figure emerged.

He was part-real and part-illusory, appearing and disappearing at once.

His entire body was shrouded in black mist, but his blood-red eyes flashed with an inexplicable golden brilliance.

He slowly scanned this small world.

For a moment, his expression froze.

A thought popped into his head.

Where is this?

The Twilight Burial Realm was supposed to be a forest of white bones, but now it was completely empty.

Only in the center of the ruins stood a mound of earth.

A stone stele stood before the mound.

Words were carved upon it.

Mortal Beings Tomb.

The Emperor's Tomb has no emperor bones, only a tomb for mortals.

To have one's home usurped? This was exactly that.

He went from confusion to realization, and from daze to fury.

How could there be such a shameless person in the world who not only rejected his kindness but also harmed him?

And in the end, that person even emptied out his home.

Even the Spirit-Devouring Locusts from the early Era of Ancient Immortals would leave behind a skeleton, yet this person didn't even spare the bones.

He clenched his fists, his words squeezed out from between his teeth with a hint of madness.

"Good!"

"Good!!"

"Good!!!"

"Quite the Xu Xian..."

"The Wendao Sword Sect, is it?"

"I will surely destroy your lineage and slaughter your kin."

"I will make you suffer until you wish for death."

"I will make your life a living hell..."

"Just you wait."

"If I do not avenge this, I have lived as an Immortal Emperor in vain..."

In a place unknown to anyone, he vented his impotent rage, exhausted his threats.

His fury reached its peak the moment he saw the state of the Twilight Burial Realm.

Originally, though his plan had failed, he still possessed rationality.

There was more than one path to the other shore in the mortal realm, and he naturally had more than one way to escape his cage.

Although the legacy had failed, the opening of the Emperor's Tomb meant the essence blood of deceased beings would return to the burial ground. The malice and resentment left from their slaughter would have been enough for him to revive those immortal bones.

As long as he could control those immortal bones, he could still break through the cage.

In fact, he had made two preparations from the start. Even if he couldn't find a good candidate, the slaughter and conquest would have provided him a way to escape.

But...

When he appeared again and saw this familiar burial ground was now empty, he truly broke down.

So many immortal bones.

If he took some, fine, but he took them all. Not a single piece was left. How was the plan supposed to be implemented now?

It felt as if the sky had fallen.

So he was enraged.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had been this angry.

...

Within the Cloud-Marsh World.

It had been half a month since the Blazing Fortress had turned away the saint.

Xu Xian finally woke up from his enlightenment.

He had reached initial mastery in the Sword Control Art, the first part of the 【Sacrificial Sword Manual】. The moment the youth opened his eyes, a sword intent silently bloomed within his feminine, demon-like pupils.

Xu Xian felt his surroundings. He could clearly perceive that his understanding of the sword dao had reached a higher level.

Initial mastery of the Sword Control Art did more than just allow him to control the swords of the Sword Mound like the wind; the thirteen swords of the Green Lotus Sword Song had also become clear to him.

Originally, Xu Xian only knew the first nine swords. The tenth sword was always just out of reach, impossible to execute.

But at this moment, he just knew it.

It was inexplicable, much like how he had suddenly learned all the scripts of Cangming back then.

When his mind connected with Wait, he could feel that Wait had come alive.

Without the need for a spirit qi connection, Wait could move according to his heart's desire with just a single thought.

Xu Xian let out a wild laugh. "Haha, I'm terrifyingly strong now."

The Little Book spirit said "Congratulations" three times to express its joy.

By mastering the Sword Control Art, he could sacrifice the four divine weapons. Xu Xian now possessed the complete ability to protect himself in Fanzhou.

This also meant the book spirit could occasionally slack off in the future.

Similarly, it no longer needed to worry about its master all day long.

After all, since the youth inherited the Sword Tower, only the initial days of cultivation in the Wendao Sword Sect had been peaceful for it.

Later on...

It was just one trouble after another.

Yecheng aside, which was an accident, there was the Demon Suppression Abyss where he charged the front lines, and the Demon Abyss where he toyed with the demon gods.

In the Emperor's Tomb, he had offended the entire world.

He didn't stop for a single moment.

However, thinking carefully, Fanzhou was facing a catastrophe, and trouble was indeed imminent.

Xu Xian's hands were itching; he felt he had to test his sword no matter what.

Thus, he turned his gaze toward the Old Tortoise.

The Old Tortoise, who was pretending to sleep, shivered when it saw the youth's ill-intentioned gaze.

"What do you want to do?"

Xu Xian smiled slightly. "Since we're idle anyway, why don't we spar?"

The Old Tortoise understood instantly. Its head shook like a rattle. Who would go looking for a beating for no reason?

"I refuse."

"Refusal is invalid."

The Old Tortoise stood up and slowly backed away. "Don't do anything reckless."