Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1218: Breaking One’s Word

The grand elder of Nine Immortal Mountain did not respond to the Immortal Tulu’s words. He only said softly, ”Senior, you may strike now.”

Immortal Tulu’s eyes flickered as if he suddenly realized something. He glanced at the other eight immortal mountains, a faint sneer flashing in his eyes. With a light gesture, like a strike from a higher dimension, he reduced the grand elder’s physical body to dust.

The matter was settled.

The feeling the crowd was experiencing was hard to describe. They had just watched as the vast Nine Immortal Mountain was wiped out so casually.

Those present were not only cultivators from the Prison Wind Lands but also from Longyuan, Minghu, and Sihui. It was estimated that within a year, news of the extermination of Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land would spread across all realms, and the name ”Myriad Immortal Palace” would resound for years on Creation Star.

Huang Qingque glanced at Fang Chen, then cupped his hands to Xi Zian and said, ”Brother Xi, I will take my leave—”

Before he could finish the words, Immortal Tulu and a group of first and second transformation Loose Immortals suddenly blew a breath toward the nine immortal mountains.

***

A battlefield—millions of soldiers clashed, two nations locked in war for over a hundred years. Today’s battle was to settle it all.

Generals, eyes bloodshot, saw only their foes. Yet a gale swept through, and countless soldiers were stripped to bones, then ashes.

Both generals shouted angrily, ”What kind of demonic magic is this?!”

The next moment, they too became dry bones and ashes.

In the blink of an eye, there were no living things left on the battlefield, but the howling wind continued to sweep without stopping.

***

In a bustling city, drums and gongs resounded, and a grand parade of wandering spirits moved along. Children played and ran nearby, and adults followed along smiling. This year’s harvest was very good, with no disasters, so everyone’s faces were full of joy.

Even the beggars by the roadside had an unusual glow on their faces.

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled past.

In an instant, the city became a ruin. Not a soul survived.

***

”Brother Wencai, you made the top score! Look, it’s the second place!”

At the foot of the imperial city, a group of young scholars gathered around the imperial examination list, searching for their names.

Some cheered joyfully, while others were filled with sorrow and disappointment.

”If I become an official one day, I will definitely eliminate the traitors in the court and restore justice to the world!”

The person who just passed the imperial exam was filled with excitement and passion, expressing his lifelong ambition.

Yet... a gust of wind blew, taking the liveliness away and leaving ruination.

The once lively capital city became deathly silent; those youthful, sincere-eyed people in front of the imperial ranking list all disappeared without a trace.

***

In the coldest month of winter, two little beggars hugged each other, hiding in the corner of a broken temple, keeping warm by a small campfire.

One beggar was a bit older, about twelve or thirteen years old, and the smaller one was only five or six.

Their cheeks were red from the cold, shivering at every gust that slipped through the cracks, clinging tighter together.

”Brother, I’m hungry....”

”Wait. Wait until daytime. After dawn, I’ll go find some food. I heard Master Zhang’s family is holding a wedding banquet tomorrow; maybe we can get some leftovers.”

”Brother, my stomach hurts a bit...”

”Hurts? Maybe the tree bark stew wasn’t cooked thoroughly today. Hold on, it’ll pass.”

Suddenly, a cold wind blew.

The gust of wind nearly extinguished their small campfire. The older beggar quickly got up and added some firewood, but he dared not add too much at once. If they burned it all now, they wouldn’t have any for the next few days.

The wind grew stronger and stronger. The big temple door couldn’t withstand the force and suddenly collapsed.

The older beggar looked on in confusion.

Without the door, they wouldn’t survive the night...

The fierce wind howled, and the campfire went out.

***

”Hahaha! I have finally comprehended this Supreme Heart Technique. From now on, I will be the number one under heaven!”

The man, as sturdy as a bear, laughed loudly toward the sky, his laughter deafening, even causing small cracks to appear in the ground.

In front of him knelt hundreds of figures, each wearing an expression of joy.

”The leader is the number one in the world!”

”Our Wild Dragon Gang has the right to dominate the martial world!”

The man waved his big hand. ”Bring them up!”

Immediately, over a dozen young men and women were brought before him. The moment they saw the man, they began to curse loudly, ”Wu Kuanglong, you fiend, you won’t die a good death!”

”If my father finds out you captured us, you’ll pay dearly! Release me now, and I’ll act as though none of this happened!”

”Your Wild Dragon Gang slaughters wantonly! Sooner or later, you’ll be wiped out!”

A Wild Dragon Gang member laughed heartily. ”Shut up, all of you! The leader has already reached the highest pinnacle of martial arts. After today, you little brats and those behind you will all tremble when you hear the Wild Dragon Gang!”

The man smiled faintly and was about to speak, but then seemed to sense something. Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through. Everything within his sight turned to dust.

Watching his own men turn to ashes before his eyes, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

What kind of martial art was this? Could someone’s martial art really have reached such a level?

But he hadn’t even seen who attacked.

Who could it be?

Unwilling, he too perished.

***

Everyone’s faces grew solemn. The deaths of these mortals meant little to them, not nearly as shocking as the destruction of the Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land.

Huang Qingque slowly withdrew his gaze and looked toward Xi Zian.

Xi Zian smiled and said, ”Don’t misunderstand, Daoist Qingque. It seems Immortal Tulu misunderstood the Palace Master’s intention and thought he wanted to completely root out this place.”

He paused, glanced at Fang Chen, then smiled again. ”You both worry that the Spirit God Sect will seize the chance to refine Blood Spirit God Pills, but I can assure you—today, no Spirit God Sect cultivators will perform such rites here.”

”You really are mad,” Huang Qingque sighed softly.

Despite their agreement, they still wiped out the entire Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land. That’s truly madness.

The Myriad Immortal Palace doesn’t even fear angering the Killing Spiritual Division over this. Perhaps because the Killing Spiritual Division was already too embroiled in its own struggles with the Spirit God Sect to intervene, or perhaps they thought the Killing Spiritual Division wouldn’t openly declare war with the Myriad Immortal Palace over such a minor issue?

Fang Chen’s pale eyes showed no emotion. Calmly, he looked down upon Nine Immortal Mountain.

Wandering souls drifted in confusion, dazed and lost, not even knowing what had happened. The souls of the Nine Immortal Mountain’s cultivators screamed in fury, their eyes full of regret and wrath.

”Liars! Liars!”

”Despicable!”

The Myriad Immortal Palace had sworn not to harm the mortals living on the Nine Immortal Mountains, yet they had slaughtered them all!

Among the souls, Nangong Yuanzhen instinctively turned toward Fang Chen, his gaze faintly bewildered.

At that moment, another group of cultivators broke through the void. One of them bowed toward the radiant Immortal Boat above and said, ”Palace Master, the remnants of the Heavenly Sword Division have been executed!”

Heavenly Sword Division!?

Everyone was shocked.