Necropolis Immortal

"Ingress?!” Jiang Chen’s eyes widened when he registered the enormous ray of sword light.

Daoist Ingress’ sword light proceeded forward without pause once it set off. It would neither retreat nor scatter before it reached its target. One could say that he was the foremost swordmaster beneath all the heavens.

Even though only his replica was here, the Qingping Sword [1] he wielded was his personal treasure. When he weathered his empyrean sovereign tribulation, he borrowed the tribulation’s thunder and lightning to craft the treasure. While the Qingping Sword couldn’t measure up to his four swords, it contained all of the great dao that he ever cultivated in his life.

Daoist Ingress knew that Lu Yun was here, so he sent his personal treasure with his replica. His primary body was traversing the chief worlds with the four swords and would arrive before long. The sword dao within the Qingping Sword flared on full display and created a vacuum of pure white. Wherever it passed through, it severed—great dao and order alike.

Full power!

This was the daoist’s greatest strength—a stroke to stun the heavens.

Lu Yun paused, dazed. He stood upon the chaos dirt and looked dumbly up into the sky. The blossoming white splendor and Daoist Ingress’ replica were too stunning to behold. After this stroke, the replica of the cerulean snake would be no more.

Even his Qingping Sword would be destroyed.

There can be no construction without destruction. Therefore, the sword breaking was a good thing.

The snowy radiance gradually turned too brilliant to look upon and illuminated Jiang Chen’s stark white face. After one thousandth of a breath, he came to his senses and shrieked, releasing yellowish-gray light from the Bag of Corpse Refinement that sucked in his body.

Daoist Ingress’ move came so quickly that while Jiang Chen could react, he couldn’t evade the stroke—not with his level of strength. Only the bag in his hand, the treasure of unknown rank, could protect him before the devastating blow arrived.

BOOM!

Pure white reigned after a brief explosion. It felt like Lu Yun had been stripped of his senses. Sight, touch, smell, hearing, and taste all lost their function. The only thing he could perceive was pure emptiness.

No, not emptiness, but nihil.

There was absolutely nothing there.

The five senses originated from the depths of the soul and were the medium through which the soul explored the outside world. Lu Yun could sense that his senses were still there, but there was nothing on the other end for them to perceive.

That could only mean that the outside world no longer existed. One blow from Daoist Ingress had rendered it into nothing.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Something that sounded like glass cracking traveled into Lu Yun’s ear, restoring his hearing. A burning sensation raced through every inch of his skin, returning his touch. After that, sight, taste, and smell also come back to him.

Nothing had changed. Chaos dirt was still present beneath their feet and chaos qi still rampaged around them. Cultivators and puppets alike remained where they were.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Lu Yun caught sight of the Qingping Sword. It was spiderwebbed with cracks and ready to split apart at any second. The sound of glass cracking had come from the overstressed sword.

The Jade Record of Creation hovered in the same spot, absolutely in the same condition as it was before. A bedraggled Jiang Chen and corpse god peeked out from the Bag of Corpse Refinement to take stock of the situation. They gasped when they saw the breaking Qingping Sword.

That slash had been enough to destroy all of existence and reduce it all to nothing. Yet everything was still as it was before.

"Hahahahaha!!” Daoist Ingress roared with laughter. “I see! I see now! I know what little lass Yun Yi wants to do! She wants to accomplish that! Hahahahaha!!”

A passing gust of wind blew his voice away.

"Accomplish what?” Lu Yun was still pale. He didn’t know what’d happened when the Qingping Sword struck the Jade Record of Creation, but it felt like he’d died and come back to life again. The temporary vanishing of his senses seemed to be a cover for something.

"Lu Yun!” came a voice forced through gritted teeth, interrupting Lu Yun’s train of thought. The god of Mount Tai had walked out of the Jade Record of Creation at some point in time. He stood beneath the treasure and glared at Lu Yun.

"I’ve finally found you.” Lu Yun smiled cruelly, slowly placing the Master of Darkness on his face.

The god of Mount Tai shuddered.

The Disordered Empyrean Supreme and other two peak grand supremes infinitely close to empyrean supreme had also emerged from the inner world of the Jade Record of Creation. They were incredibly worse for the wear.

The chaotic melee aboveground had stopped and the chaos dirt puppets were frozen on the spot. Whatever spirit entity controlling them departed when the Qingping Sword struck the treasure.

"Is the Jade Record of Creation the opportunity to break through to empyrean supreme?” murmured a peak grand supreme as he stared at the plate-like treasure.

"Yes, it is,” sighed another peak grand supreme. “But our fortune stretches only so far as to lay eyes on it

There’d been more than a hundred of them initially, but less than fifty alive now. Some had died to the chaos dirt puppets, others fell to Jiang Chen’s ambush. It wasn’t until this moment that all of them gained a deep understanding of how terrifying this place was. If it wasn’t for Daoist Ingress’ sudden appearance and cleaving the Jade Record of Creation with his sword, they’d probably all die here today.

But for the moment, their eyes were focused on Lu Yun, especially cultivators from the chief worlds. He was too well known—not for his strength or achievements, but for his amazing death wish.

Facilitating the rise of the Land of Reincarnation, changing it to the World of Immortals, attacking and occupying several hundred major worlds… Many peak grand supremes had already decided that once they concluded their matters in the tomb of the empyrean supreme, they would go and obliterate Lu Yun in the World of Immortals.

Who would’ve thought that he’d be standing here in front of them all? And when he placed the Master of Darkness on his face, all of them could clearly sense the ripples of a peak grand supreme! There was the power of darkness here—the chaos dirt beneath their feet radiated pure power of darkness.

Chaos dirt was a cornerstone of the Moran Clan, it also contained frightening power of darkness. Unbounded darkness was being released from the ground. The empyrean supreme from the darkness hadn’t needed to deploy his own strength. He’d been using the ambient energy in the surroundings all this time.

Lu Yun rose in the air, aiming for the god of Mount Tai. Whatever it was that Yun Yi had set up or what she’d said about recreating the Land of Reincarnation—all of it had been to lure Lu Yun here. On the other hand, his goal had never changed.

Capture the mountain god, extract his hell dao, and refine another Land of Reincarnation.

Hummmm.

A large handful of sparkling golden soybeans flew out from his hand. One thousand and eighty peak grand supremes manifested in the air. Since the cultivators outside had made their way in, there was no need for them to watch the door any longer.

"What?!” The god of Mount Tai nearly jumped out of his own skin to see so many peak grand supremes come for him. He shrieked with horror and ran for the Jade Record of Creation.

Not only him, but the other peak grand supremes on the scene were also stunned. More than one thousand peak grand supremes? The rest of them combined would be hard pressed to stop Lu Yun if all of the newcomers attacked at once.

1. Ancient practitioners viewed Qing Ping as one of the crown jewels of Chinese swordsmanship. As a result, it is one of the most famous and deep-rooted ancient sword forms in China. ?