First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 604: The Wilds! The Profound Sky Realm

Su Yi looked at Qing Shuang and said, “Where are you from?”

Qing Shuang hesitated, unsure of whether or not she should answer him.

“The Wilds, the Profound Sky Realm,” said the dignified voice from the other end of the spatial tunnel.

The Wilds!

Su Yi’s?pupils subtly?constricted.

This was his first time hearing the name “the Wilds” from a stranger’s mouth since his reincarnation.

Although his heart was as firm as a boulder, he couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.

In the Wilds, there existed nine provinces.

Furthermore, its territories encompassed and protected thirty-three other worlds and planes.

The Profound Sky Realm was one of them!

The Profound Sky Realm was nearest to the northernmost province of the Wilds, the Northern Snow Province. It and five other worlds were collectively known as the Six Northern Snow Realms!

The factions of the Profound Sky Realm were a complex mixture of Confucianists, Buddhists, and Demonist sects. These three competing schools of thought coexisted, creating a three-legged balance of power.

Them aside, there were also adherents of the military arts, Daoism, formation and talisman masters, ghost cultivators, and other scattered factions.

Of course, since the Profound Sky Realm was ultimately just one of the Wilds’ subsidiary worlds, it was far from comparable with the Nine Provinces themselves.

The difference was similar to that between remote nations like the Great Zhou and the Great Xia.

“The Ash Night Sword Emperor is in the Profound Serenity Realm. In the Profound Sky Realm, that’s as powerful as it gets… However, I’ve never once heard his name. Does that mean he proved his Dao and became an Emperor after I reincarnated?”

Su Yi was a bit uncertain. action

He wasn’t sure if the Ash Night Sword Emperor was originally from the Azure Continent, and if so, when he’d entered the Profound Sky Realm, and what his cultivation had been at the time. With so little concrete information, it was difficult to infer anything of value.

After a moment’s silence, Su Yi shook his head and gave the matter no further thought.

He walked up to Yue Shichan, then said, “Give me a drop of your blood.”

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Yue Shichan was stunned, but although she was confused, she did as she was told. She bit through the tip of her finger, and a single red pearl of liquid formed at the wound.

Su Yi then took out a jade bottle and put the drop of blood inside. “With this, should I need to find you, I can do so with ease.”

Yue Shichan finally understood.

Su Yi then took a jade slip from his sleeves and inscribed a profound and mysterious Edict with his divine sense.?Then, using his soul as a guide, he sealed a wisp of the Sword of the Nine Hell’s aura inside.

“Take this jade slip with you. Should you encounter a lethal threat, use your cultivation base to activate it,” he said, passing it to her.

“Brother Su, your complexion…” To her alarm, Yue Shichan discovered that in just a few blinks of the eye, Su Yi’s clear, handsome face had paled, and undisguisable exhaustion appeared on his brow.

“No harm done,” said Su Yi casually.

The aura of the Sword of the Nine Hells was far too terrifying and tyrannical. Even using the power of an Edict, he’d only just barely seal a wisp of it.

Sealing even just a wisp expended an enormous amount of his soul power and cultivation base, resulting in his pallid complexion.

“Take it,” he said, pressing the jade slip into Yue Shichan’s hands. “I won’t be by your side, but even so, you must not be negligent in your pursuit of the Dao of the Sword.”

Yue Shichan tightly clenched the jade slip. “Mm.”

This icy and aloof young woman obviously wasn’t as calm as she looked on the surface.

Su Yi thought for a moment, then transmitted, “Furthermore, if, after arriving in the Profound Sky Realm, you run into trouble you cannot resolve on your own, you can proceed to the Western Mountain Province and visit its number one Buddhist holy land, the Little Western Paradise. Then, if anyone asks, all you need to do is say, ‘is the lotus platform still there?’ Someone will come to greet you. Tell them what’s troubling you, and they’ll surely help you resolve it.”

Yue Shichan was stunned. She was inwardly beside herself with astonishment.

Su Yi’s words made her realize that Su Yi understood the Profound Sky Realm. Furthermore, he understood?its?situation like the back of his hand!

And all that talk of the “Little Western Paradise” and “lotus platforms” only increased her shock.?Brother Su… just who are you?

“Do not share these words with anyone, or it will inevitably bring fatal disaster upon you,” warned Su Yi.

Yue Shichan took a deep breath, then nodded.

After a moment’s hesitation, she took out an old, faded wooden hairpin and passed it to Su Yi. “Brother Su, this is the first hairpin Granny bought for me when I was young. It’s no treasure, but it’s extraordinarily meaningful to me. Could you… hold onto it for me?”

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope.

“Of course,” laughed Su Yi as he accepted the hairpin.

Yue Shichan visibly relaxed and broke into a smile.

It was as if the spring sunlight had melted the ice and snow. Her smile was so dazzling that all of heaven and earth seemed to dim by comparison.

“Young mistress, we have to leave,” said Qing Shuang, a bit frantic. The spatial tunnel hovering overhead was already showing signs of instability. If they waited any longer, it might well collapse.

“Go on,” Su Yi said softly.

Yue Shichan didn’t delay. She stepped forward, then flew into the spatial tunnel alongside Qing Shuang.

“Fellow Daoist, you have my gratitude. Should fate allow us to meet again, I, Yue Changtian, will repay you!”

Before that majestic voice finished echoing through the air, the gatelike spatial tunnel shook violently. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a dazzling rain of light and disappeared.

Yue Changtian, the Ash Night Sword Emperor of the Profound Sky Realm?

Su Yi would remember that name.

The night was dark and deep, and everything was silent.

Their battle had left the nearby landscape riddled with scars. Everywhere they looked, they saw the vestiges of battle.

Even the run-down mountainside temple they’d been meditating in earlier had collapsed into rubble, that section of mountain collapsing around it.

Ge Qian, Yuan Heng, and Bai Wenqing walked over.

“Your Excellency, have you ever heard of the Profound Sky Realm?” asked Ge Qian.

“I haven’t,” said Su Yi distractedly.

He was, of course, lying. He didn’t want to discuss the Nine Provinces of the Wilds anymore.

“Miss Shichan has left. I wonder when we’ll see her again….” Bai Wenqing sighed.

“Let’s go,” said Su Yi, making no attempt to continue the conversation. Instead, he placed his hands behind his back and proceeded into the distance.

He wasn’t overly sad about Yue Shichan’s departure.

Still, the realization that Yue Shichan was headed to one of the Wilds’ thirty-three subsidiary worlds made him feel a bit melancholy.

In my past life, when I entrusted Xuan Ning to ol’ monk Inkstone Heart of the Little Western Paradise, the old-timer already guessed that I was most likely headed to the Netherworld in search of the secrets of Samsara.

If Yue Shichan should really encounter difficulties too great to resolve on her own, and if she really visits the Little Western Paradise, the old monk will undoubtedly realize that I, Su Xuanjun, have successfully reincarnated.

However, given his character, and given our bond, there’s no way he’ll do anything disadvantageous to me.

In his past life, Su Yi could count the friends he trusted with his life on his fingers, but Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart was one of the few.

Today was the fifteenth day of the eleventh lunar month.

Almost half a month had passed since he had departed the Great Xia.

On that day, Yue Shichan entered the spatial tunnel her father, the Ash Night Sword Emperor, had created. She thus left the Azure Continent and proceeded toward the Profound Sky Realm.

Su Yi and his remaining companions, meanwhile, continued toward the Great Zhou.