Chapter 432: Sword Tribulation (1/2)
“What’s wrong with Qing Yu’s Sidekick?” Many immortals in Destiny City were keeping an eye on Lu Yun, and quite surprised to see the grave look on his face. They’d never seen him with that expression in all this time.
“Has he discovered some kind of danger?” someone said bemusedly. “He looks like he’s facing his worst enemy.”
In their eyes, the little nun was the only one standing beside Lu Yun. They couldn’t see the wielder of the Sword of Chaos, Wu Tulong, Mo Qitian, or Zi Chen.
……
Wu Tulong and the others looked at Lu Yun with chilling eyes.
“It would behoove you to stop interfering with my business,” the sword’s master suddenly said, his voice hoarse and deep like that of a growling beast. “I won’t even break a sweat if I wanted to kill you. The attack back in Dusk Province was merely a warning.”
Wu Tulong, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian uniformly cackled eerily in low tones before they slowly vanished into thin air. Lu Yun’s face tightened further.
“What’s happening?” asked the little nun. “What’s with the dreadful look, and who are you talking to?”
“Wait,” Lu Yun blurted out, “you couldn’t see them?”
The little nun shook her head in confusion.
Lu Yun lowered his chin, his expression thick with tension. “The man was right, he can easily kill me with a single slash. I’m not yet his match.” A great pressure weighed on his chest. “Don’t interfere with his business… Does that mean he’s going to start making his moves now?”
The Sword of Chaos was the last hope of the ancient divine court. Forged after the divine race had been toppled, it’d arrived in the world with the intent to restore the race’s position as the overlord of all.
Now that the sword had found its master, its next step was to rebuild the ancient court, and Lu Yun was the only one who knew about the events to come.
“Killing me won’t even make you break a sweat?” Lu Yun huffed out a laugh. “This was originally none of my business and I wouldn’t have bothered getting involved. However, since you specifically came all this way to threaten me...”
His lips twisted into a cold smile. He never tolerated being pushed around; threats would only make him more eager to do something.
“There’s something the divine race needs from the central world.” Lu Yun turned around with a slight frown and looked in the direction where immortal light was still surging.
……
Nearing the end of the second round of the Sovereign Meet, everyone chose to preserve their strength. Even the ten lords trapped in Ghost Hits Wall had given up on chasing Yuan Tong, instead settling down where they were with resigned glances at each other.
Finally, it reached the thirtieth day since the competition had commenced. Under the encroachment of the dark void, the world was now only a thousand kilometers wide, within which were seven mountainous burial mounds and three tombs.
One of the tombs had already cracked open, spilling immortal radiance into the skies. Many cultivators sat around the tomb, waiting for it to completely open. However, that didn’t take place even after the end of the second round.
A loud bang resounded through the sky, gold luminescence pushing away the encroaching darkness as the giant Sovereign Ranking slowly unfurled.
On it were the names of more than thirty million cultivators, but more than ninety percent of them had gone dark, marking their elimination. Only about thirty thousand names were still glowing, but even those began to blur. They didn’t go dark, but those outside could no longer glean any information about them, nor could they match the names to the cultivators.
Then, all of the cultivators in the Sovereign World turned into streaks of light and entered the Sovereign Ranking, returning to Destiny City.
“I… I actually really did ascend to the void realm!” marveled a surprised voice in the city.
“Heavens, I’ve reached the unravelled void realm and this… this is the ancient legacy I found in the Sovereign World! It was all real!”
“I was able to go toe-to-toe with a golden immortal while I was a perceived void realm cultivator. If I meet the guy again, I’ll beat the crap out of him!” Cultivators who’d returned from the Sovereign Ranking were shaking their fists with great confidence.
Many sucked in sharp breaths at this new development. Those who’d been eliminated had also returned with their cultivation, but theirs were flawed, much weaker than what it’d been in the Sovereign World. They’d also completely forgotten the ancient legacies they'd unearthed from the burial mounds.
These thirty thousand cultivators, on the other hand, had returned with perfect cultivation, heritage items embodying ancient legacies, and all of the combat arts and techniques they’d learned from the items.
“What happened? Why did they suddenly return from the ranking?”
This question beset many immortals. According to their speculations, they’d thought the cultivators wouldn’t return from the mysterious world until the Sovereign Meet had ended.
“The last battle of the Sovereign Meet will commence in three days.” The powerful will of the Sovereign Ranking descended once again. “Cultivators who have just returned shall digest what they learned and recover to their peak in preparation for the last round of the tournament!”