Chapter 1547: Chapter 29: Immortal, Immortal Sapling, Martial Saint! (Part 2)

Ling Xuzi looked at Jiang Ning, a mocking smile appearing on his lips: "Do you still intend to draw your sword against me? Against an Immortal?"

Upon hearing these words, Shen Wenyan behind him was greatly shaken.

The word "Immortal" made them incredulous.

Just then.

Jiang Ning suddenly looked far away into the sky.

In the vast sky, a streak of light flashed past.

The expanse turned into a single line, its speed was unbelievably fast, almost faster than his gaze.

As Jiang Ning’s gaze shifted, Ling Xuzi also sensed something, suddenly turning around.

But just as he made his move, that streak of light penetrated endless space and went straight through his body.

"I said, those who excel in Grotto Heaven shall perish!"

A calm voice echoed above Yunyin Peak.

Though the voice was calm, it exploded like thunder in everyone’s hearts.

Martial Saint!!

Everyone knew it was the Martial Saint who spoke.

At this moment, Ling Xuzi’s figure froze after the light passed through him, his moon-white robe moving without wind.

The immortal tree’s phantom behind him trembled violently, its branches and leaves breaking inch by inch, dissipating into countless specks of light.

He looked down at his chest; there was no wound, no blood, yet an invisible fissure was spreading, expanding from his chest to his limbs.

Where the fissure spread, his flesh cracked like ceramic, his Spiritual Power pouring out like a flood.

"Mar...tial...Saint..."

Ling Xuzi struggled to utter the words, horror appearing in his eyes for the first time.

He felt his Yang God collapsing, the foundation of the immortal tree severed completely by the True Intent of Martial Arts contained in that streak of light.

It wasn’t a crushing by power, nor by realm, but by will.

He felt utter despair in his heart, just a single will shattered his connection with the Grotto Heaven, cutting off the source of Spiritual Power.

"Im...possible..."

Ling Xuzi tried to drive his remaining Spiritual Power, but the energy around him scattered like a sand tower.

He jerked his head to a point in the void, seemingly trying to see the source of that streak of light, but only saw a clear sky.

The next moment, his body completely disintegrated, turning into countless specks of light dust, drifting away in the flying snow of Yunyin Peak.

Not leaving a single trace.

As he dissipated, Jiang Ning felt the surrounding air freshen, the world clear, vibrant life filling the world.

The surrounding vegetation suddenly awakened in the winter, striving to grow.

"So this is to come from the world and return to the world?" Jiang Ning mused to himself.

Previously, he had some knowledge from ancient texts.

Ancient Immortal Dao, every Immortal was seizing the creation of heaven and earth, continually refining Spiritual Energy, integrating it into oneself.

Every practice of Immortal Dao was a thief of heaven and earth.

Though heaven and earth have a means of self-recovery, too many thieves will lead to an irreversible extinction.

And such a practice is related to the great changes in the environment of heaven and earth.

Also, when an Immortal Cultivator falls, they return to the world, contributing to the restoration of the world.

At this moment, Ling Xuzi’s death returned him to the world.

This led to abundant Spiritual Energy, causing anomalies in the environment and climate.

For a moment, various thoughts surfaced in his mind.

Soon, his attention was attracted by the rift in mid-air.

He saw the rift twisting and shaking violently, emitting a muffled roar as if lamenting.

Electric light darted around the edge of the rift, the hazy light inside began to collapse, the illusory pavilions and towers vanishing like bubbles.

"The Grotto Heaven...is closing!" Shen Wenyan whispered.

Jiang Ning withdrew his sword, his aura subsided, the strands of fire emitting from his pores disappeared.

He calmly watched the gradually diminishing rift.

He knew this was the Martial Saint’s deterrent, killing Ling Xuzi, representing his unshakable will.

Buzz—

With a rumble from the heavens and earth, the rift finally shrank into a point, until it vanished.

The sky returned to clarity, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Only the lingering dense Spiritual Energy in the air, the thriving vitality, the revival of the environment, can prove there truly was an Immortal descent before the momentary fall.

The square was deathly silent.

The disciples of Cross Immortal Gate were ashen-faced, while Master Yun Yin was more slumped in despair.

Even the immortals of Flying Immortal Sect were killed by the Martial Saint from millions of miles away, which also showed the Martial Saint’s stance.

He suddenly recalled the words widely spread by the Martial Saint not long ago.

Those who excel in Grotto Heaven shall perish!!

Just then, Ling Xuzi stepped out of the Grotto Heaven, standing at the gate of Flying Immortal Sect’s Grotto Heaven, also an expert in Grotto Heaven.

Facing such a domineering Martial Saint, Flying Immortal Sect closed the Grotto Heaven rift, clearly signaling retreat.

Thinking of this, his despair deepened.

Without the support of Flying Immortal Sect, how could Cross Immortal Gate withstand these wolves and tigers?

Jiang Ning turned around and looked at Shen Wenyan: "Mr. Shen, take over Cross Immortal Gate, tally the names, and dispose of them according to the law."

"Yes!" Shen Wenyan took a deep breath, suppressing his inner shock, and gestured to the soldiers behind him to advance.

Only then did Ye Zhengqi, Zhuge Qingsong, and others come to their senses, taking action one after another. Despite there being over ten thousand disciples in Cross Immortal Gate, none dared to resist on the square.

At this moment, Jiang Ning looked down.

Below, there was still one person he hadn’t forgotten.

Then, he had a thought.

Instantly vanished before everyone’s eyes.

A breath later.

"Spare me!!" Came the voice of the black-robed honored one from underground begging for mercy.

Boom!!

With a rumbling sound.

The earth shook, rocks rolled.

The people on the square were like standing in a cold wind, not daring to move.

In the next moment, Jiang Ning reappeared before everyone’s eyes.

He came to the edge of the square, gazing at the distant mountains.

The snow had stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sunshine poured on the snowy peaks, scattering shimmering gold.

Ji Mingyue walked to his side and softly asked: "Is it resolved?"

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded, "It’s completely understood!"

"Just now...was it really that one who acted?" Ji Mingyue asked again.

Jiang Ning nodded, knowing who Ji Mingyue referred to, and said: "Though that one is in the Capital City, he has the ability to observe the world. Flying Immortal Sect opened the Grotto Heaven’s portal, touching the rules he set at the beginning."

"What about the Immortal Ling Xuzi spoke of? Is there still an Immortal in this world?" Ji Mingyue again showed a curious look.

Jiang Ning smiled: "If he truly was an Immortal, how could he die with such little resistance! He merely could drive the immortal tree, unleashing the partial might of an Immortal in the realm of Yang God. Having characteristics of an immortal body is indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately too arrogant."

...

Elsewhere.

Xia Xuanyan watched the scene on Yunyin Peak, his heart silent.

In recent days, his true self dared not leave Profound Yellow Cave Heaven, fearing the words left by that Martial Saint.

Therefore, he has only been walking through incarnations.

Just to prevent drawing the attention of that Martial Saint.

There’s no question in his mind.

With that Martial Saint’s abilities, few in the world could escape his eyes.

He certainly didn’t want to provoke that Martial Saint now.

There are not many days left to live.

He doesn’t want to be taken away by that Martial Saint before his end.

Thinking this, he chuckled wryly.

"Let you have your moments of glory!"

"Can’t defeat you, living longer than you suffices!"

Then, his gaze fell on Jiang Ning.

"Jiang Ning, oh Jiang Ning, if you were born in the Spiritual Energy-rich ancient times, you’d surely be the chieftain of Immortal Dao. If born in the Martial Arts-flourished middle ages, you’d be unrivaled for centuries, no one could touch you! Yet you were wrongly born in this age, who would be willing to see your rise, to become his domineering?"

"Though you have exceptional talents, how far can you truly go? Martial Saint, though strong, is merely the lingering glory of eight hundred years ago. Once his vitality ends and he settles into oblivion, will the world remain the same?"

Xia Xuanyan’s voice grew lower but deeper: "I know you are unwilling to bow, unwilling to enter my chess game. But in this world, where is not a game? Flying Immortal Sect is a game, the court is a game, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land is a game, even that Martial Saint... isn’t he also guarding the eight wildernesses, imprisoning himself within a greater game?"

"I hope when I find you, you’ll understand the rationale and make the right choice!"