Novel Full Chapter 1464 - The Divine Statue
Chapter 1464 – The Divine Statue
Naturally, Su Yi knew full well that the Tailor wasn’t stupid.
No, he was the one who’d changed. After fusing with Wang Ye’s Dao Imprint, his knowledge and horizons were starkly different than before!
After all, from the perspective of an expert at the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao, even other immortals didn’t amount to much, let alone the Tailor.
Thus, Su Yi couldn’t be bothered to answer the Tailor’s questions. Instead, he asked directly, “If you’ve been serving a deity all this time, why haven’t you revealed my identity to them even after all this time?”
The Tailor had known for a long time that Shen Mu wasn’t really dead. Out amongst the stars, he guessed that the Temple Master was Shen Mu’s reincarnation.
But despite the passage of countless years, there was no sign of the deity behind the Tailor. That seemed unquestionably strange.
“The gods must act in accordance with the natural order and the Laws, too. They cannot interfere in the Human Realm’s affairs. Thus, they need divine emissaries like me to act for them. More importantly….” Here, the Tailor’s gaze shifted inscrutably, “Not every deity wishes to see reincarnation destroyed.”
Su Yi’s eyebrows rose. “Does your divine backer perhaps seek to control reincarnation?”
The Tailor didn’t deny it. All he said was, “Temple Master, if you’re willing to let this end here, I can introduce you to my divine backer. You too can become an emissary of the gods!”
He paused, then swept his gaze across the group. “But if you insist on destroying me, then… today, all of you will follow me to the grave!”
As he spoke, the Tailor opened his right hand, and a sealed black talisman floated into the air.
“This talisman contains some of my deity’s power of the natural order!” The Tailor’s expression filled with fanaticism as he said slowly and clearly, “I dare say with certainty that your group will not be enough to block this attack.”
Wu Meng and the others looked over.
The moment they laid eyes on the black talisman, these old monsters of the Immortal Dao sensed a potentially lethal threat. Their expressions silently grew solemn.
“Your Eminence, he doesn’t seem to be lying,” Wu Meng said gravely.
The Tailor couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never joked around with my own life.”
He looked at Su Yi. “Of course, you’re welcome to stop here. We can go our separate ways without bothering each other.”
Clang!
The Sword of the Human Realm appeared in Su Yi’s grip.
The Tailor’s expression shifted, and he furrowed his brow. “Temple Master, what are you doing?”
Su Yi said calmly, “Don’t blame me for not giving you an opportunity. You can go ahead and activate that talisman now.”
The Tailor’s gaze was unsightly. “Must we destroy each other? Can you really not be happy any other way?”
Su Yi laughed dryly. “No, I just want to show you that the power of the so-called gods isn’t omnipotent.”
With that, he swung his sword without hesitation.
Radiant sword qi tore through the sky.
The Tailor gnashed his teeth so hard they almost shattered, then cast aside his reservations and roared, “Fine! Let’s die together, then!”
He’d only just said this when the black talisman caught ablaze.
Boom!
Heaven and earth darkened. It was like the descent of an eternal night.
Unimaginably terrifying fluctuations of the Laws surged from the burning black talisman. They were as black as ink, and they outlined an ethereal figure.
She was a woman with a jade crown. Her clothing was as dark as an eternal night, and she carried a black treasure bottle in her outstretched right hand. Countless black divine flames of the power of the Laws wove together behind her, transforming into a black sun!
Her features were indistinct, her figure ethereal, yet her presence was unfathomably terrifying. It made the sky shatter and collapse on all sides as heaven and earth were plunged into deep, heavy darkness.
“This…” Wu Meng, Bai Tuo, and the others shuddered, their hair standing on end.
They were all experts of the Immortal Dao, but when they faced that ethereal woman, they felt as paltry and insignificant as ants. Irrepressible helplessness arose in their hearts!
Bang!
Su Yi’s sword qi collapsed into nothingness mid-strike.
But activating the talisman seemed to have drained the Tailor’s essence, qi, and spirit completely! He immediately aged countless years, his skin dull and lustrous. It was even starting to crack.
There was no doubt about it. The Tailor had paid an extraordinary, grievous price to activate that talisman!
But he disregarded this completely, instead prostrating himself on the ground, his expression pious. “Your servant greets you, Goddess of Silent Darkness. I humbly request your aid in destroying everyone here!”
Clang!
Before the Tailor’s voice had even finished echoing through the air, Su Yi struck once more.
He leaped through the air, swinging the Sword of the Human Realm to summon the strange and inscrutable Samsara Domain. The aura of the Sword of the Nine Hells rumbled and boomed within it.
Wu Meng, Bai Tuo, and the others gasped. His Eminence…
Even the Tailor was dumbstruck. Since when was the Temple Master this insane!?
That was a goddess’s power of the natural order. It was powerful enough to make the heavens tremble and make immortals give in to despair!
“Reincarnation?” Suddenly, a cold, tranquil voice emanated from the illusory female figure.
Boom!
The black sun woven out of divine flames soared into the air, then descended upon Su Yi. Terrifying divine majesty swept outward, and the entire area seemed to collapse.
Wu Meng, Bai Tuo, and the others freaked out, their hearts on tenterhooks.
But it was then that Su Yi’s slash landed, splitting the black sun open.
Terrifying black divine flames swept outward, but the power of Su Yi’s slash was entirely undiminished.
Buzzz!
When the edge of his sword passed through her, the illusory woman split into pieces, bursting into a rain of divine light.
The entire area shook, and heaven and earth lay in ruin. The aura of a goddess permeated the air, but the atmosphere was deathly silent. 𝔣𝖗𝔴𝖇𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔩.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Everyone was tongue-tied.
One slash, and he’d severed a sun and slaughtered a deity!
This overwhelming, tyrannical scene left the onlookers’ minds blank.
A goddess’s power of the natural order had been destroyed, just like that?
“No, that’s impossible… How could… a cultivator of the Human Realm defeat a goddess?”
The prostrating Tailor was now utterly decrepit, and his skin was splitting. He’d paid an enormous price to unleash the power within that black talisman.
He would never have guessed that Su Yi would defeat the power of a goddess in just one attack!
All of this made the Tailor break down. He was completely dumbstruck.
Clang!
Su Yi put away the Sword of the Human Realm, then looked down at the Tailor. “Do you know why the gods prohibit the power of reincarnation? It’s because they’re afraid!”
“Afraid?” The Tailor’s eyes filled with bewilderment. “Gods… can be afraid?”
Su Yi laughed dryly. “So-called gods might well be lofty and superior, and they might well transcend the heavens, but ultimately, they too are just cultivators striving for the Grand Dao. They are not truly immortal, nor are they truly fearless. If they were, why establish the Contract of the Gods to stop others from reincarnating?”
His words echoed throughout heaven and earth.
When they gazed at Su Yi’s tall, upright figure, Wu Meng, Bai Tuo, and the others felt shaken. Their gazes gradually heated up, their expressions full of complete and utter awe.
This was His Eminence!
His cultivation base might be far beneath what it once was. But he nonetheless dared to look upon the gods with disdain, and he’d even destroyed a goddess’s power of the natural order!
“Besides, not long ago, I witnessed the power of the gods with my own eyes. I naturally know just what kind of characters they are,” Su Yi said softly.
Not long ago, he clashed with Mi Zhen atop the River of Spacetime. Laughably, Mi Zhen just drew upon the power of the Dipankara Buddha, not daring to fight him personally!
All of this was because of reincarnation!
And by comparison, the power of the natural order the Tailor had borrowed from the Goddess of Silent Darkness was far beneath what Mi Zhen had borrowed from the Dipankara Buddha.
The disparity was easy to understand.
The Tailor called himself a divine emissary, but in truth, he was at most just another god slave in the Human Realm. His ability to borrow the Goddess of Silent Darkness’s power was limited.
“You’ve…. Really seen gods before…” the Tailor said hoarsely. “And I spent my life serving the Goddess of Silent Darkness, yet I’ve never once seen her true appearance…”
His voice was full of despondency, melancholy, and bitterness.
Finally, the Tailor raised his head with great difficulty and looked at Su Yi, his smile bordering on madness and his breathing hurried. “I’m about to die, but it just occurred to me. If, one day, you could kill those lofty and superior gods, it would surely… surely be quite interesting!”
With that, his body exploded into countless chunks, then disintegrated into ash.
The Tailor had sacrificed his life to activate the sealed black talisman. His life force had slipped away, and in the end, he couldn’t hold out any longer.
“It really will be interesting, but alas, you won’t be there to see it.” Su Yi took out a jug of wine and poured its contents onto the ground. “Farewell.”
He and the Tailor had clashed for a long, long time. Although he’d always looked down on this old schemer who only dared hide himself in the shadows, there was no denying one thing: even at the Temple Master’s peak, he’d been simply unable to kill the Tailor. The man was insidious and despicable, but he was a worthy foe.
Now, he was finally dead. Su Yi couldn’t help but be rueful.
When you had enemies, you’d never be lonely. How could he not be rueful as his powerful foes perished one by one?
But rue was all he felt, nothing more. Even if he had to do it all over again, Su Yi would still kill the Tailor without hesitation.
“Your Eminence, have a look at this.” Wu Meng approached carrying a fist-sized black statue he’d found where the Tailor had died.
It depicted a woman standing atop a river, her clothes like a cloak of eternal darkness. She carried a treasure bottle in her outstretched palm, and a perfectly round divine circle floated behind her like a black sun
However, the statue’s face was blank.
Su Yi could tell at a glance that she looked just like the ethereal woman who’d appeared just now. This was the Goddess of Silent Darkness the Tailor spoke of!
Wu Meng tried to hand Su Yi the statue, but he let out a muffled grunt. He froze in place, suddenly dazed. The statue in his grip now emanated the dark luster of an eternal night, strange and mysterious.
Su Yi’s brow furrowed as he seized the statue from his subordinate.
Wu Meng shuddered as if awakening from a dream. His expression filled with alarm.
But when he saw Su Yi take hold of the statue, he cried out, “Your Eminence, be careful!”