Undying Life

Chapter 790: Chapter 790: The Purpose of the Immortal Execution Sword

With a deep, furious glance at Zhong Shan, the Raven Daoist Lord felt an immense frustration. However, he was a person who could adapt to the situation. They had come to kill Zhong Shan, not for an endless battle. With the Immortal Execution Sword gone, the balance of victory had shifted dramatically.

"You couldn't kill Zhong Shan in over a day? Let's go!" the Raven Daoist Lord said, his voice full of displeasure.

Kong Lietian didn't explain. He took a deep look at Zhong Shan before turning and flying away with the Raven Daoist Lord.

Only the Raven Daoist Lord truly understood Di Xuansha's strength. Despite the advantageous situation, Kong Lietian failed to kill Zhong Shan, just like the toad Lai—a disappointing failure.

The Raven Daoist Lord couldn't comprehend Zhong Shan's strength and was deeply dissatisfied with Kong Lietian's inability to kill him. Similarly, Kong Lietian was also dissatisfied with the Raven Daoist Lord. Wasn't he at the twelfth level of the Heavenly Extreme Realm? Didn't he unseal the Immortal Execution Flying Blade? What were they doing for more than a day?

Both of them, filled with resentment, flew away from the scene. Although they couldn't deal with Zhong Shan and Di Xuansha at the moment, neither Zhong Shan nor Di Xuansha could stop them from leaving.

As for the unconscious toad Lai, they didn't bother with him at all.

"Forget it, no need to chase them," Zhong Shan said, shaking his head.

The Demonic Refining Art couldn't be sustained for much longer. If the battle continued, the outcome would be uncertain.

Di Xuansha nodded, turning his attention to the unconscious toad Lai.

Seeing Lai, both men felt a wave of disgust. Nobody liked Lai, and over the years, he had been utterly useless—a mere punching bag. He never contributed to any battle, either being beaten or unable to participate. This time, he was even possessed by the soul of the Immortal Execution Sword. Useless!

No wonder the Raven Daoist Lord and Kong Lietian didn't take him when they left.

"I'll kill him!" Di Xuansha said coldly, looking at the unconscious toad Lai.

"Wait! Leave him," Zhong Shan shook his head.

"Such a useless creature, what's the point of keeping him?" Di Xuansha frowned.

"He'll have his uses. Even a piece of toilet paper or a lump of fertilizer has its purpose. How can he be entirely useless?" Zhong Shan said with a smile.

This was the first time Zhong Shan had gained the upper hand against Kong Lietian, putting him in a good mood. After today, Kong Lietian would undoubtedly have nightmares. Zhong Shan intended to slowly torment him psychologically rather than killing him outright.

A piece of toilet paper? A lump of fertilizer? Di Xuansha gave Lai a strange look after hearing this comparison.

"Alright, whether he's toilet paper or fertilizer, I'll leave him to you," Di Xuansha said, wiping off some cold sweat.

Retracting the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail and grabbing Lai, Zhong Shan and Di Xuansha swiftly flew back to Lingxiao Heavenly Court.

"Why did the Immortal Execution Sword suddenly fly away? What happened? How is Lingxiao Heavenly Court?" Di Xuansha asked, frowning.

"You don't need to worry about Lingxiao Heavenly Court. Kong Xuan retreated several days ago," Zhong Shan replied, his expression somewhat grim.

"Oh? Kong Xuan retreated, but why do you still look so troubled?" Di Xuansha asked, puzzled.

"Because one of my beloved sons died because of him," Zhong Shan's eyes flashed with anger.

"Oh?" Di Xuansha raised an eyebrow.

"Zhong Xuan..." Zhong Shan recounted the events to Di Xuansha, having no reason to hide the truth.

"Kong Xuan?" Di Xuansha took a deep breath upon hearing about Kong Xuan's formidable strength. Kong Xuan was terrifyingly powerful.

"Never mind, we managed to capture one of Kong Xuan's lifelines," Zhong Shan suddenly smiled.

"Oh? Did Wang Ku and the others succeed?" Di Xuansha asked.

"Indeed. They are currently investigating in Lingxiao Heavenly Court. It's a massive purple coffin, exuding a profound sense of sorrow. They began opening it earlier. Now that the coffin is open, Lingxiao Heavenly Court is shrouded in a deep sadness, with the heavens weeping and a sense of boundless desolation and majesty enveloping everything. This coffin is not ordinary!" Zhong Shan explained to Di Xuansha.

"A coffin? Who's inside?" Di Xuansha asked, puzzled.

"I can't see clearly. No, I can see clearly—I can see his face perfectly, but I can't remember it, not even a little. Even trying to record it with memory crystals is futile. That corpse is too bizarre!" Zhong Shan took a deep breath.

"A strange corpse?" Di Xuansha frowned.

Zhong Shan's pupils suddenly contracted, his face changing color.

"What is it?" Di Xuansha asked, confused.

"I know! I understand now...!" Zhong Shan swallowed hard.

"Understand what?"

"I know where the Immortal Execution Sword went. I know why it left so suddenly and ignored the Raven Daoist Lord's commands. I finally get it!" Zhong Shan's eyes were filled with shock.

"Where did it go?"

"To Lingxiao Heavenly Court. The Immortal Execution Sword went to Lingxiao Heavenly Court!" Zhong Shan said with firm conviction.

In the Longevity Realm, Ye Qingcheng sat calmly on a small pond, meditating on the water's surface, the Immortal Trapping Sword resting on his knees.

Ye Qingcheng sought to grasp this tranquility, deepening his understanding of swordsmanship. With the Immortal Trapping Sword by his side, his insights grew even more profound.

Suddenly, the green Immortal Trapping Sword trembled violently, disrupting Ye Qingcheng's meditation.

"Boom!"

The pond water shot into the sky as the Immortal Trapping Sword suddenly flew upwards.

The sudden movement of the Immortal Trapping Sword startled Ye Qingcheng.

Without hesitation, Ye Qingcheng grabbed the hilt of the Immortal Trapping Sword.

The sword emitted a blinding green light, shaking intensely. The surrounding space quivered as if the sword itself was agitated, trying to break free.

Countless streams of sword energy appeared from all directions.

The overwhelming sword energy attacked Ye Qingcheng, as if trying to force him to let go. But how could Ye Qingcheng release his grip at this moment?

He sensed that if he let go, the Immortal Trapping Sword would disappear, escaping from him.

This unprecedented situation left him baffled. What was happening?

The immense force of the Immortal Trapping Sword struggled madly, almost breaking free from Ye Qingcheng's hands. His grip weakened as his hands went numb. The power of the Immortal Trapping Sword was too intense. If he relaxed even a bit, the sword would completely fly away.

Fly away completely? Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng remembered something the Raven Daoist Lord had said in the past:

"I'll entrust the Immortal Trapping Sword to your care. This is your last chance. If you lose the sword again, bring your head to see me!" the Raven Daoist Lord had said coldly.

The memory sent a shiver down Ye Qingcheng's spine.

"Power of Longevity!" Ye Qingcheng shouted.

In a certain area of the Longevity Realm, boundless merits shone brightly, countless golden lights rushing towards Ye Qingcheng. His entire body radiated golden light, and the small valley he was in erupted with beams of light shooting into the sky.

In the Longevity Realm, a group of powerful individuals gathered around, thinking there was a formidable enemy attack. But as they got closer, they realized it was Ye Qingcheng struggling with the Immortal Trapping Sword.

The vice-lord battling with the Immortal Trapping Sword? Everyone was bewildered.

"No one can take you away!" Ye Qingcheng, leveraging the immense merit of the Longevity Realm, firmly suppressed the Immortal Trapping Sword.

Although Ye Qingcheng couldn't mobilize the Longevity Realm's merit as freely as the Raven Daoist Lord, he could still use a significant amount due to his position as vice-lord.

Under the immense pressure, Ye Qingcheng finally managed to control the Immortal Trapping Sword. Even though it wanted to leave, it couldn't.

The Immortal Trapping Sword trembled intensely, seemingly mourning and enraged. A profound sense of helplessness emanated from the sword.

Ye Qingcheng, observing the sword's strangeness, felt relieved that it hadn't been lost. As long as he retained the sword, nothing else mattered.

After subduing the sword, Ye Qingcheng noticed the gathered strongmen.

"Everyone, return to your posts. You stay!" Ye Qingcheng ordered the crowd, pointing to one man.

"Yes!" The crowd dispersed, leaving only the designated man behind.

"I ask you, has the ancestor returned?" Ye Qingcheng inquired.

"I have been watching the entrance to the Longevity Realm. Even when I came here, I had someone else watching the entrance. The ancestor has not returned yet," the man replied, shaking his head.

"Alright, you may go," Ye Qingcheng dismissed him.

"Yes!"

Once everyone had left, Ye Qingcheng turned his attention back to the mournful Immortal Trapping Sword.

"What's going on with the Immortal Trapping Sword? I wanted to ask the ancestor for clarification, but he hasn't returned yet. Why hasn't he come back?" Ye Qingcheng frowned deeply.

Why was the Immortal Trapping Sword trembling and mourning? Like the Immortal Execution Sword, it sensed the opening of the purple coffin in Lingxiao Heavenly Court of the Dazhen Empire and wanted to rush there immediately. But why was the purple coffin in Lingxiao Heavenly Court? If Ye Qingcheng had caught the three thieves earlier, preventing them from stealing the purple coffin, today's events wouldn't have happened.

Ye Qingcheng still wanted to consult Kong Xuan. What would Kong Xuan think once he learned the full story?

In the Dazhen Empire, Lingxiao Heavenly Court, the heavens mourned, and tears of rain fell.

The shadow body of Zhong Shan, leading his ministers in a square, opened the purple jade coffin, revealing an overwhelming sense of desolation.

Most people were meditating to stabilize their minds, but only Zhong Shan and Wang Ku continued to observe the coffin for an extended time.

At that moment, the shadow body of Zhong Shan's pupils contracted. He abruptly turned towards the north.

"Corpse Sovereign, close the coffin and nail it shut!" Zhong Shan commanded.

With a sense of exhaustion, Corpse Sovereign quickly pushed the coffin lid back into place. Just as the lid sealed shut, a purple light descended from the distant sky.

Nangong Sheng's formation automatically activated.

"Boom!"

The purple light broke through the formation, shooting directly towards the square where Zhong Shan stood.