Chapter 80

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Chapter 80: The Immortal You Sought!

The once thick sky that seemed endless above, now cracked like a fragile eggshell, as if lightly tapped by a pebble.

The darkening horizon was splashed with a faint golden glow.

Mo You unknowingly inhabited a new body once again, a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth, bearing a slight resemblance to Xie Mian in his features, perhaps a member of the unfortunate Xie Family.

Standing precariously on a high ladder to the sky, the fierce wind blew his slender figure as if he were a piece of white scrap paper, sweeping away the stones on the ladder beneath his feet, yet he remained oblivious, his eyes fixed on the increasingly bright pillar of light.

"The true path to ascension… I have finally found it."

"Eternal life, eternal life…"

Mo You mumbled, his face showing a mix of joy and worry, lost in a dreamlike state, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

The demon cultivators were once known as demons, as their tradition started to decline more and more.

Even though they both lived in the world of cultivating, the righteous cultivators from the four continents could seek the mercy of immortals to ascend to the upper realm and achieve immortality.

While the demon cultivators on the other side of the outer sea could only watch as the youth grew old, their beauty faded away.

This staircase was built thousands of years ago by the ruler of the Demon Realm when there was no more room for advancement in their realm. They implored the immortals to bring down the Immortal Path but failed, and with the combined efforts of their entire clan, built it in an attempt to reach the upper realm by human power alone.

However, even after a hundred years of construction, when the ruler of the Demon Realm ran out of life and his body turned to nothingness, he still could not break through the boundary between humans and immortals. At that time, the fortune of the righteous cultivators in the four continents was flourishing, with people ascending every hundred years, and there was even a time when three people ascended in the same year.

As he struggled to climb the staircase before his death, tears streaming down his face, he angrily asked the heavens on behalf of all demon cultivators, "Why?"

Why?

If there truly is a heavenly way, then how unfair it is, refusing even a single delusion to be bestowed upon them?

If there were no laws of nature, what harm would it be to go against the natural order in order to seek immortality?

Mo You stood at the top of the sky ladder, watching as the golden light grew brighter and his eyes shone with ambition.

He adjusted his robe respectfully, bowed towards the sky, and said loudly, "Black Snake Tribe Mo You, humbly welcomes the immortal!"

A bell-like sound echoed through the air, and the golden light seemed to turn into a golden rain, illuminating the dark night as bright as day.

As soon as these words were spoken, the black-clothed guards who had been oppressed by the laws of the divine soul before relaxed. They stared blankly at the sky, subconsciously trembling as they shouted, "Humbly welcome the immortal" with trembling voices. Only after they repeated these words over and over again did they realize the weight of those four words, bowing their heads in reverence and repeating the phrase fervently and crazily.

The wind became particularly cold and the waves in the outer sea surged. The fog on Foggy Island began to disperse, and the sky ladder began to wobble, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure.

This was the power of the immortal!

Mo You’s spirit shivered, standing solemnly at the top of the sky ladder, shouting, "Mo You, humbly welcomes the immortal!"

In response, there was a low chuckle with unclear emotions.

A golden light beam turned into a path leading to the heavens, connecting the sky and the earth. A majestic figure descended from the top of the sky step by step, his face concealed by the brightness, revealing only a missing finger on his hand.

He walked towards Mo You out of thin air, golden light under his feet like magic, continuously spreading towards Mo You. The terrifying pressure emanating from him made it increasingly difficult for Mo You to breathe, almost unable to stand.

Mo You dared not look directly at him, took a step back, but with the narrow ladder behind him, any further retreat would mean falling from a great height.

The deep voice seemed slightly surprised, then said with a hint of delight, "You have indeed understood the laws of heaven and earth, and even perfected them. Well done."

Mo You understood this as a compliment and struggled to maintain his posture, "Thank you, Supreme Immortal…"

However, the immortal was not as kind as Mo You had imagined.

"But a mere lower realm commoner dares to stand here and speak to me, hmm."

With a mocking tone, he lightly flicked his finger, and the ladder under Mo You’s feet instantly split into pieces. In a flash, the hard black stones collected by countless demon cultivators turned into rubble, falling down heavily or scattered.

The kneeling demon cultivators below couldn’t dodge in time, caught off guard by the raining stones, their flesh and blood blurred. The magnificent palace previously built by Xie Mian for the Xie Clan was also turned into ruins by this sudden stone shower.

The saddest one is Mo You.

His talent lies not in physical strength, but in his soul. The body he took over was chosen because it matched well with his soul and had a handsome appearance. In reality, his cultivation level is not very high, only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. His body, not properly refined with spirit Qi, cannot be considered strong.

Mo You suddenly fell from high in the sky and landed in the ruins of the palace. His head was buzzing at the moment of impact, with only a golden light in front of him. He couldn’t hear any sound and it took him a long time to slowly regain consciousness.

He blinked his eyes, struggling to brush away the dust that had fallen on his face.

Is this the legendary immortal with a graceful and upright demeanor?

The immortal seemed to have done something insignificant, standing in the air and looking at the world below with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Hmm, indeed a world on the verge of exhaustion, no wonder it has been abandoned."

Mo You didn’t understand what he meant, but vaguely sensed that the world mentioned was the cultivation world where he was.

His hand pressed on the rubble, his palm hurting from the roughness. He tried to struggle to get up but was powerless under the pressure from the other party.

At this moment, he saw clearly the face of this immortal.

Unlike the dignified and intimidating image he had in mind, or the unparalleled appearance that was hard to describe with words, standing in front of him now was a middle-aged man with a tired face. His eyebrows were high and there was a very long scar on his face, cutting diagonally from the left to the right, almost dividing his whole face in half.

Is this an immortal from the upper realm?

If it weren’t for the terrifying pressure emanating from him that made it impossible to move, Mo You would rather believe that the man in front of him was just a humble fugitive.

"Didn’t you beg for my arrival? You, a lowly commoner whose heritage has been cut off, actually comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. Truly a rare talent."

In the instant he spoke, the man showed a very indifferent smile on his face, and with a flick of his hand, Mo You floated towards him like a piece of driftwood.

The man placed his hand on Mo You’s head, his voice containing a hint of joy, "Since you are a rare talent, I shouldn’t waste your gifts."

Mo You couldn’t move his body or speak, he could only struggle desperately to escape his captor’s restraint.

He sensed the intent to kill, a murderous intent coming from this "immortal."

Mo You finally realized something was wrong, but at this moment, no matter how hard he struggled, it seemed to be of little use, like dry bones.

"Who… who are you?" After pushing his spirit rule to the limit, Mo You could finally manage to ask this question.

"Who am I? Am I not the immortal you have worshipped for a thousand years?"

As the scar-faced middle-aged man’s voice fell, a golden light appeared in his palm and forcefully struck Mo You’s head.

A semi-transparent figure was pulled out of his body, and the scar-faced man’s eyes lit up upon seeing the hidden blue light points within, reaching out to grab it.

"Indeed the spirit rule! Hahaha!"

The semi-transparent figure seemed unable to bear this torture, like foam in the wind, gradually becoming distorted and shattered.

Cries seemingly from the soul echoed throughout Foggy Island, becoming extremely mournful amidst the howling of the sea breeze, as if demons from the abyss were roaring in the ears.

The face of the new body Mo You acquired turned paler and paler, quickly emitting a sense of lifelessness after losing his spirit.

Only his soul reacted, ignoring the pain at the moment and desperately trying to snatch back the object.

"That is the Power of Rules I have comprehended! How dare you take it away, how dare you!"

However, the more he struggled, the faster his soul dimmed, almost shrinking at a visible speed.

The scarred man turned a blind eye to this, focusing intently on the azure light spot in front of him, observing the semi-real, semi-illusory light piece in his palm as if entranced, seemingly on the verge of being dissipated by the chilling sea breeze at any time.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he touched the light spot carefully and then attempted to merge it with the golden light in his hand.

However, as the two touched, the scarred man’s face changed drastically, swiftly throwing the object back onto Mo You, "Such strong resentment! Such deep karmic entanglement! How much slaughter have you committed to cultivate this Power of Rules!"

The scarred man’s expression was extremely ugly. He originally thought he was lucky to pick up the Power of Rules of heaven and earth in one of the many abandoned realms, only to find out that this thing was not obtained through legitimate means. It was not awakened and cultivated by one’s own talent, but forcibly cultivated through demonic means, entangled with countless grievances and demons. Who would dare touch it?

If he truly integrated this soul rule, success was uncertain, but the karma and resentment contained within would definitely affect him, breeding inner demons and hindering his progress in cultivation.

As the crumbling soul of Mo You stabilized, eager to return to the body of the youth in the Xie Family.

He had no strength left, he could only stare at the immortal in front of him blankly, shaking all over and unable to say a word.

Did he really waste a hundred years and slaughter nearly half of the Demon Realm tribes to seek this immortal?

What did he really seek, the immortality or the demon?

At that moment, the scarred man seemed to sense something, then he glanced at Mo You lying on the ground and said, "He actually has a dual soul."

Guided by the golden light, Xie Mian’s soul, suppressed by Mo You all along, slowly emerged, while Mo You refused to sink into silence.

Although they could not be separated, it was clear that they were two completely different individuals.

Xie Mian had long been aware of Mo You’s plans. He was born in the Four Continents, and his Xie Family ancestors had also reached great heights. He realized that this "immortal" in front of him seemed different from what his ancestors had passed down.

It seemed that this person’s purpose in descending to the world was not to guide Mo You to the immortal path to the upper realms, but for his the Power of Rules.

Before the other side could strike him down, Xie Mian, being smart, spoke up first, "Mighty Supreme Immortal, have you come seeking the Power of Rules?"

He felt so weak that he could faint at any moment, and if he did, he might never wake up again in this lifetime.

Xie Mian tried his best to stay awake and humbly said, "I am not talented, but I serve the Immortal Master."

The man with a scar smirked, unaffected, and with a touch on Xie Mian’s chest, almost crushed his body.

"How dare a mere commoner speak boldly! Just a worthless ant, and yet you dare?"

He raised his hand towards Xie Mian again, a strong intention to kill almost materializing and attacking him.

Xie Mian’s hairs stood on end, his heart suddenly stopped, at the brink of life and death, he hurriedly spoke, "Immortal Master! I know someone else who has understood the Power of Rules of the world!"

The man with the scar’s index finger paused in front of Xie Mian, looking indifferent and contemptuous. "Oh? A talent emerged from a trash realm? Speak."

He neither confirmed nor denied, his attitude at the moment was like watching a drowning rat struggling in its last moments, with a cruel and disdainful superiority.

Xie Mian took a deep breath, his voice trembling and wavering under the immense pressure, each word seemed to shake as if chilled by the cold wind.

"In the Four Continents, there is a sect called Qingliu Sword Sect. Inside, there is a young sword genius who achieved Golden Core at the age of fifteen, Nascent Soul at sixteen, and mastered Sword Intent Transformation…"

The man with a scar on his face remained indifferent upon hearing this, and impatiently asked, "So, what kind of laws of heaven and earth has she understood?"

"Um… I don’t know," Xie Mian’s voice trembled. Seeing the man’s cold gaze falling on him, he quickly added, "My talent and insight are poor, I couldn’t tell, but Supreme Immortal can see it at a glance!"

"That person is Wen Yun from the Qingliu Sword Sect!"

"Oh, no!"

Being called out, Wen Yun cursed silently in her heart. If it wasn’t for her needing to fully utilize her golden energy to hide herself and Ye Shubai, she would definitely have torn this despicable man apart!

The moment her soul was brought out just now, she smelled the familiar scent of a scoundrel, identifying Xie Mian’s presence.

To her surprise, the scoundrel did not change his ways. He immediately caused trouble or perhaps felt that he couldn’t go on living, wanting to perish together with Wen Yun!

Besides Ye Shubai, no one in this world knew that she had comprehended the laws of time and space. Xie Mian was just talking nonsense, but surprisingly, he accidentally hit the mark!

The matter of ascending into the sky now appeared clearer, it seemed like the idea of ascending was just a trick to seize control of the laws of nature!

The exact situation of the upper realm was still unknown, but it was clear now that the people from the "lower realm" were much weaker compared to those from above.

"Act tough, run fast."

Wen Yun quickly informed Ye Shubai in the sea of divine sense.

She was sure that even with Ye Shubai, they couldn’t defeat the scarred man descending from the sky before them.

In terms of cultivation level, this person’s strength was probably beyond the legendary ascension. For Wen Yun and Ye Shubai who were half a step away from ascension, it was wiser to escape early.

At this moment, Wen Yun didn’t dare to use the instant teleportation scroll, as this person had come following Mo You’s rule of soul aura. If she leaked even a bit of the Power of Rules, the scroll might not activate yet, and the person would track them down following that hint of aura!

She stuck closely to Ye Shubai, their fingers tightly intertwined, as the golden energy emanating from Wen Yun’s lower abdomen concealed their presence entirely.

Upon closer inspection, the golden aura enveloping the two of them was remarkably similar to the power wielded by the scarred man, albeit with Wen Yun’s power displaying a more refined color.

The wind got stronger and the waves crashed against the rocks on the shore.

Wen Yun pulled Ye Shubai back little by little.

However, the scarred man who had shifted his attention away from Mo You finally looked up, sensing something, and coldly glanced in that direction!

Wen Yun’s breath caught, she had been discovered!

Without thinking too much, she quickly took out a random teleportation scroll to escape, but at that moment, another golden light suddenly ignited in the sky!

The dark clouds that had gathered in the sky at some point were split open along with the dark scenery, creating a narrow opening, larger than the one that had opened when the scarred man landed, and a rushing surge of golden light poured out from this crack.

The sound of breaking wind, along with the clear ring of a sword.

Ye Shubai stopped in his tracks, raised his head to look up at the night sky, his gaze fixed.

In the dim world, there was only this one beam of light shining at this moment, at first just a narrow line, but as it fell down, he could see that it was a sword.

A sword shining with golden light!

A loud and bold man’s voice shouted angrily, "Dao Jie! How dare you do such a thing again!"

The disdainful and scornful expression on the man with a scar named Dao Jie had long disappeared.

He quickly formed a protective barrier around himself and shouted angrily, "I was just picking up some useless items in the abandoned realm! If you don’t want them, why can’t I take them?"

However, the golden sword’s momentum did not decrease and continued to slash down.

Calm and casual, drifting like a cloud.

This is…

Clear Cloud Sword Technique!

Angered, Dao Jie flew up and defiantly confronted the person who came after him–

"Su Yuan, you meddlesome scoundrel! If you keep meddling, even the friends from the Wasteland Realm won’t tolerate you anymore!"