First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 831: Surrender

When he heard that, Su Yi laughed.

Earlier, Su Yi recognized the patriarch of the Denglong as soon as he saw his avatar of will.

This old monster was called Fei Kongdong, the Netherworld Sea Spirit Sovereign. He was in the mid-stage Profound Serenity Realm, and he hadn’t been imprisoned here in ancient times. Rather, an ancestor of the Cui Family had imprisoned him here fifty thousand years prior.

In truth, of the monsters currently imprisoned beneath Heavenly Tripod Mountain, the oldest had been imprisoned ninety thousand years ago. The most recent prisoner had been sealed just forty thousand years ago.

Those imprisoned in the ancient era had long since passed away. Years of corrosion had long since worn them down completely.

After all, when suppressed here, their cultivation was sealed, and the formation’s power tormented them day and night. It was inevitable that this would gradually lead them closer and closer to death.

Even peak Emperors couldn’t withstand such torture forever.

Simply put, Emperors weren’t truly eternal or undying!

“Why not speak? Don’t tell me… something happened?” Fei Kongdong’s raspy voice emanated from the cave’s depths once more.

Immediately afterward, a clear, musical voice laughed, “There’s nothing more painful than seeing hope, only to fall back into the pits of despair. Wouldn’t you agree, Ol’ Brother Fei?”

His tone revealed a hint of mockery.

Shortly after, a female voice rang out, “Damn, you’re irritating. Every time I hear your voice, I feel so nauseated I want to die!”

This voice was charming and sweet, but the speaker sounded maddened and irritable.

“They say that if you comprehend the Dao in the morning, you can die that night without regrets. Alas, I’ve bitterly sought the Dao for eighty thousand years but failed to attain it. I want to die, but I cannot. Is that not tragic?” sighed that clear voice.

“I wish I could just cut your tongue out!” said that female voice, sounding charming but utterly murderous.

The owner of the clear, melodious voice didn’t seem the least bit angry. He just laughed, “Oh, Little Sister Tianji, even when you’re angry, you’re still so good-looking.”

The depths of the seemingly bottomless cave were now quite lively.

Su Yi just drank and listened to their voices, saying nothing. He seemed quite patient.

“Silence!” A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

The cave’s depths were instantly silent. Both the charming voice and the clear, melodious voice disappeared.

Su Yi’s eyes flashed. The old-timer really is still alive.

“You there, the one outside. Dare I ask which member of the Cui Family you are?” asked that hoarse voice from the depths of the cave.

The cave led straight to the base of Heavenly Tripod Mountain; it was fully one hundred thousand feet deep and covered in the power of a formation.

Even so, when that hoarse voice emanated from the mountain’s depths, it went off like a thunderclap, reverberating throughout heaven and earth and dispersing the surrounding clouds. 𝑜𝘷𝑙.𝘰𝑟𝑔

Not far from the mountain, Cui Chang’an couldn’t help but look up, his expression solemn. “It’s been ninety thousand years, but that old-timer’s still alive…”

The voice shocked even Fei Changting.

It was just a voice, but the imposing majesty therein was enough to shake heaven, earth, and the human heart!

Su Yi stood to one side of the cave with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant and profound as he stared into the depths. “Long time no see, you old reptile.”

It was just one light, airy sentence, yet it was utterly shocking.

The hoarse voice cried out, “You… you’re… Old Monster Su!?”

Old Monster Su!

A clamor of voices emanated from deep within the cave. There was no doubt about it; the old monsters were alarmed.

Old Monster Su? Fei Changting was a bit baffled. He’s obviously just a teenage Spiritual Incarnation cultivator. How could he be an old monster?

But Su Yi just said, “I’ve come here to request your assistance.”

“You won’t even reveal your identity, but now you’re demanding our aid? Isn’t this a bit too abrupt and nonsensical?” that hoarse voice rang out once more.

“That’s right! Who exactly are you?” asked that sweet, charming voice.

“I just hope… that you aren’t Old Monster Su…” said the clear voice glumly, sounding uncertain.

Fei Kongdong said coldly, “He couldn’t possibly be Old Monster Su. I saw him earlier, and he’s nothing but a Spiritual Incarnation Realm kid. All he did was borrow the power of Heavenly Evil-Smiting Formation. Whatever you do, don’t let him fool you!”

By now, even Fei Changting could tell that the old monsters suppressed deep within Heavenly Tripod Mountain were full of dread for whoever “Old Monster Su” was.

Old Monster Su… Su…. Wait! Don’t tell me the patriarch and the others suspect that Su Yi is… the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force!?

This realization left Fei Changting stunned. Is that even possible?

But it was as if Su Yi didn’t even hear them. He just continued, disregarding them completely, “There’s no room for discussion here. You’re all going to help me, whether you’re willing or not.”

His calm tone left no room for argument.

The old monsters deep within the cave fell silent.

A moment later, Fei Kongdong’s cold laughter rang out. “Even if old Cui Longxiang himself were here, he wouldn’t dare say anything so brazen! You’re just a Spiritual Incarnation cultivator. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare….”

Before he could finish, Su Yi stretched his hand into the cave and grabbed it from afar.

Boom!

Heavenly Tripod Mountain trembled, and the immeasurable power of the formation rumbled and surged.

“Damn you——!” Fei Kongdong’s alarmed, infuriated cry rang out.

Afterward, a figure bound in countless densely-packed chains shot out and landed before Su Yi with a thud.

Black robes covered his bony frame, and his long hair hung loose. His complexion was sallow, and his eyes were sunken, like a shriveled corpse.

“Patriarch!” Fei Changting shouted in a quavering voice..

The black-robed figure bound in blood-red divine chains was none other than the true body of the Netherworld Sea Spirit Sovereign, Fei Kongdong!

However, he cut an extremely sorry figure.

“Old mongrel, why is it that you haven’t changed at all? You still love barking like mad; you haven’t improved a bit,” Su Yi said indifferently.

Fei Kongdong’s head whipped up, his expression hideous. “Who exactly are you?”

Su Yi ignored him, flipped his hand, and took out a palm-sided bronze lotus lantern. Its surface was carved with intricate, ancient Sanskrit, while the wick was shaped like a faceless, seated Buddha.

The Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern!

The Little Western Paradise’s Buddhist Master Hidden Leaf had personally refined this Buddhist treasure, using his heart’s blood as ink to inscribe its interior with three thousand sacred Sanskrit sutras. This filled the treasure with immeasurable power. It could be used to exorcize?demons and malevolent spirits, refine the power of sin, and overcome disaster. It was wondrous and inscrutable.

“Agree to assist me and enter the Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern of your own accord. If you do, I’ll naturally let you go once this is over,” said Su Yi, his gaze fixed on Fei Kongdong as he gestured to the lantern.

“And if I don’t agree?” Fei Kongdong’s expression was ashen, and his eyes surged with murderous intent.

He was a mid-stage Profound Serenity Emperor. Even after being suppressed for tens of thousands of years, his imposing presence showed no sign of weakness whatsoever.

The atmosphere was tense and stifled.

The distant Cui Chang’an and Fei Changting, as well as the other old monsters deep within the cave, watched with rapt attention.

Su Yi said casually, “Then I’ll help you agree.”

He’d only just said this when he used the power of the Heavens Execute the Wicked to activate the Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern.

Whoosh~

Bronze petals bloomed, and Buddhist light spread far and wide. Countless Sanskrit letters flashed like stars amidst this radiance, and boundless chanting reverberated throughout heaven and earth.

Boom!

Fei Kongdong was already bound by the formation’s power, and he couldn’t even begin to dodge before the Buddhist light wrapped around him and swept him into the lantern. In the blink of an eye, he’d vanished completely.

Fei Changting’s eyes bulged, and he shouted, “Patriarch——!”

But there was nothing he could do to save Fei Kongdong. All he could do was watch, his heart full of grief. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Even Cui Chang’an was inwardly rueful. Uncle Su is just as tyrannical as he was back then!

Deep within the cave, all was silent. No one spoke.

There was no doubt about it; the old monsters sensed what had just happened.

“Shabby old-timer, come out on your own,” Su Yi said calmly.

Deep within the cave, a clear voice cried out in alarm, “What exactly do you want to do?”

Su Yi couldn’t be bothered to waste time talking. His hand shot out, and he grabbed another figure from the depths of the cave.

It was a man in worn-out Confucian robes. His hair and beard were scraggly, and although he looked young, his eyes bore the marks of the vicissitudes of the years.

Just like Fei Kongdong, he was covered in densely-layered blood-colored chains, unable to move a muscle.

After the formation dragged him out, he stared intently at Su Yi, as if trying to realize who he was.

“You haven’t changed.” Su Yi looked at the man in Confucian robes and shook his head.

“You… You…” The man in Confucian robes seemed to realize something, and he began to speak in a quavering voice.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Buddhist light swept over him, instantly imprisoning him within the Heaven’s Writ Lotus Lantern.

Then, Su Yi spoke once more. “Old Witch Tianji, it’s your turn.”

“Got it!” responded a sweet, charming voice. This time, Su Yi’s target directly agreed, and she seemed incomparably respectful.

Boom!

Heavenly Tripod Mountain shook, and the power of the formation surged.

Dazzling, terrifying purple light shot out of the cave’s depths, breaking through layers of the formation. When it streaked out of the entrance, it continued ahead, its momentum undiminished, as if intent on escaping.

Whap!!

A thick, blood-colored chain slammed into the purple light, instantly dissipating it. An agonized shriek rang out.’

When the light dispersed, a slender figure fell to the ground. Her skin was fair, and her dark hair fell like a waterfall. Even though her purple dress was tattered, there was no disguising her beauty.

She looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, with curved eyebrows and exquisite features. She was a moving sight, and after being whipped, her delicate eyebrows were knit together, and she bit her red lips. Despite her obvious suffering, she wasn’t at all unseemly. On the contrary, she had an altogether different kind of charm.

However, Su Yi had no intention of taking pity on her.

The old witch had cultivated for sixty thousand years, and she’d walked a heretical path right from the start, enchanting the masses and bringing disaster to the world. The world’s heretical cultivators called her the Tianji Yao Empress.

The names of those who’d died at her hands would fill too many books to count.

“You think you can run away from me? You’re truly in need of a beating,” said Su Yi, a mocking smile on his lips.

The woman in purple was already thoroughly wrapped in chains. She curled up, her face pallid, her beautiful eyes welling with tears as she begged, “Fellow Daoist, please, show mercy! I wouldn’t dare do it again!”

She looked weak and helpless.

However, Su Yi raised his hand and tapped the air.

Crack!

Yet another chain whipped her ruthlessly.