Longevity: Sweeping Across the World as an Eunuch

Chapter 128: Chapter 87: Immortal, Will You Still Descend?

’It is time to let the conflict erupt, to reshuffle the deck, and bring everything back to the beginning.’

’Only then can a true Great Unified Dynasty emerge, bringing peace to the world and prosperity to its people!’

This was Su Chen’s conviction.

To build anew, one must first destroy.

Only after a truly great upheaval, one that crushed both Zhou and Liang, could a New Dynasty be established. Only then could there be a true Great Unified Dynasty and peace for the people of the world.

This was the only solution for the First-Grade Ceremony, for the Wish of All Living Beings!

Otherwise, whether supporting the Zhou or the Liang, the people would still suffer in the end! The Wish of All Living Beings would never be fulfilled.

"The three-hundred-year cycle of dynasties."

"Now that’s a new one."

"But the Liang People are about to suffer. The Old Zhou have been lurking in the Land of Cold and Bitterness for six years. This will be another catastrophe for the common people."

"What if the emperor of the New Dynasty is not benevolent?" Jie asked.

"Then we’ll replace the emperor," Su Chen replied.

"And what if there’s never an emperor who can bring peace and prosperity to the people? Do you just keep killing them?"

"You want to protect the common people, but you can’t use a single Longevity Technique. A person’s lifespan is a hundred years. You have about fifty left. Is it worth it?" Jie pressed on.

"..."

Su Chen remained silent.

He didn’t need to extend his life. He was immortal. This was his greatest secret.

Otherwise, the world would descend into chaos.

Even the Three Immortals at the peak and the host of Immortals in their tombs would scour the world for him.

That Immortal Whale was a perfect example of what would happen.

In this Human World, a person’s lifespan was a hundred years. Even if Demon Fiends devoured people for longevity, or Immortals used Longevity Techniques, the drawbacks were too great, and there was always an end.

Compared to that, the First-Grade Ceremony, the Wish of All Living Beings, and even the Extreme Ascension to Immortality—though shocking enough to shake the world—all seemed trivial in comparison to true, endless life.

"What about you?"

"Is this the full extent of your power? Don’t tell me you don’t possess one of the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques..." Su Chen changed the subject.

Immortal Skills could be categorized in two ways. The first divided them into three classes: ordinary, High-class, and the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques. The second simply drew a line between all other Immortal Skills and the Ten Extremes. When an ordinary Immortal Skill was cultivated to Perfection, forming a Magic Crystal, it became a High-class Immortal Skill. A Ten Extremes Immortal Technique, however, was always a Ten Extremes Immortal Technique.

"I’ve already used it."

"This *is* my Ten Extremes Immortal Technique: Armors Like Mountains."

Blood trickled from the corner of Jie’s mouth, staining his Bright Yellow Dragon Robe. His glass-like eyes were also dimming.

Ever since he went from being Crown Prince Jie to Emperor Jie, he had been thinking about this day’s arrival.

He had wondered how he should bury the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, a man he had always admired.

Would it be a grand burial, laying him to rest in Cyan Mountain?

Or would he entomb him within the Library Pavilion?

But he never expected that he would be the one to be buried in the end.

"My... My Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path is a full Tier One higher than yours, yet I still couldn’t defeat your Mortal Cultivation..."

Jie was dying.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices.

He was smiling.

’As expected of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal. The man I admired since I was young, the one I wanted to befriend! Truly the Muddy World Profound Robe, an immortal in the form of a youth.’

Only someone as brilliant and talented as him could use Mortal Cultivation to strike him down from the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path.

He felt no resentment, only regret.

Regret.

In the Library Pavilion. That... night.

If he had backed down, if he hadn’t been so desperate for Ascension to Immortality, would everything have been different?

If so, Cyan Sparrow wouldn’t have died.

And he wouldn’t have drifted further and further apart from the Wind Snow Sword Immortal he so admired, becoming strangers until they met again only to fight to the death.

Perhaps then, they would be under the Hibiscus Tree, drinking White Confucian Wine, talking about everything and nothing, becoming the close friends he had always wished they could be.

Just like Zhang Gui and Xu Han.

"Cyan Sparrow... I didn’t kill her."

"I’m about to die."

"I don’t want you to misunderstand me any longer..."

"You know?"

"On the brink of death, I’ve realized... my life’s greatest regret isn’t failing to achieve Ascension to Immortality... it’s you..."

Jie sat in the snow, his voice growing fainter and fainter.

The color drained from his glass-like eyes.

He was dead.

Su Chen gazed at the young Emperor. Even in death, sitting there in the wind and snow, he remained unyielding, refusing to close his eyes, refusing to lose his last shred of dignity.

Su Chen’s silence deepened.

The wind and snow fell upon him, piling up in a thick layer, yet he didn’t move an inch.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the dilapidated temple, to the time he first met the young man.

A Prince with sharp, sword-like brows, pretending to be a blind cripple, doing his utmost to hide his extraordinary talent and the terrifying strength that rivaled a First Grade, all on his way to the Imperial Capital.

He had grand ambitions.

He wanted to become the Emperor.

He wanted to achieve Ascension to Immortality.

With his talent, he should have reached the peak, becoming the strongest Qi Cultivation Immortal of the Great Zhou since the Three Immortals of Great Yu.

But alas, fate is a cruel master.

In the end, he met him.

"It doesn’t matter anymore."

"None of it matters anymore."

Su Chen walked over, his Profound Robe dusted with snow. He set down his sword, brushed the falling snow from the young Emperor’s body, and closed his lifeless eyes.

Seeds of flowers and grasses fell from Su Chen’s palm.

Longevity True Qi surged forth.

In an instant, a thousand trees and ten thousand flowers bloomed, breaking the monotony of the ice-and-snow world, even sweeping through the Imperial Palace and across the hundred-li Imperial City.

The Longevity True Qi he was always so reluctant to use now poured out boundlessly, creating this magnificent scene, as if spring itself had arrived.

"Emperor Jie has won!"

"As expected."

"Mortal Cultivation is no match for the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path!"

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal has fallen!"

Throughout the Imperial City, people were shaken, all believing the Wind Snow Sword Immortal had been defeated. This spectacle looked like an Immortal Skill breaking through the world of wind and snow.

Little did they know that Jie was already dead.

"I don’t know what kind of flowers and plants you like, so I made them all bloom!"

"With so many varieties, there must be one that you’d have favored."

Su Chen lifted Jie onto his back. Merging with the world around him, he began to walk forward, step by step.

Everywhere he passed, a blizzard descended, yet vibrant life also followed, with a thousand trees and ten thousand flowers blooming.

He was silent.

He walked out of the Imperial City.

He crossed rivers.

He traveled all the way to the peak of Cyan Mountain—a place that was now like a floating island, though years ago it had just been a mountain. He looked at the two lonely graves, the peach trees covering the slopes, and the single Hibiscus Tree, its flowers blooming as it swayed in the wind.

"There’s nothing to regret."

"You... are my dearest friend."

"Let me be the one to lay you to rest..."

"I think..."

"If I had died at your hands in this battle, you would have done the same for me..."

Su Chen murmured.

The Wind Snow Sword Immortal, the Three Slaughter Emperors, the number one cultivator in the world, dug into the earth. He erected a third tombstone here and buried the young, ambitious ruler—the greatest Demon of the Great Zhou, a Qi Cultivation Immortal.

In front of the grave, Su Chen planted an orchid.

「Outside the Imperial City.」

At last, an Ancient Grandmaster could no longer hold back. Relying on his Grandmaster realm, he charged into the world of raging wind and snow.

He perished.

There was no one within the world of wind and snow—no Wind Snow Sword Immortal, no Emperor Jie. But the lingering after-effects of the sword strike that had carved a chasm between heaven and earth were enough to kill a trespassing Grandmaster.

Two Sub-Innate experts led the way, followed by a host of Ancient Grandmasters. They stared at the terrifying scars of the battlefield and the countless flowers and trees blooming amidst the ice and snow.

They fell silent.

The result of this battle was beyond their imagination.

A High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal, wielding one of the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques, a power no weaker than the Innate realm, had actually lost to a practitioner of Mortal Cultivation who had trained for forty—no, just over thirty years.

The Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path had battled against Mortal Cultivation.

And it was even a Tier One higher.

In the end, the Immortal had lost.

"No!"

"He can’t possibly be on the path of Mortal Cultivation! He’s a Qi Cultivation Immortal, a Sword Immortal! He must be *that* Sword Immortal!"

"Look, quickly! That chasm between heaven and earth, doesn’t it look familiar? Eight hundred years ago, someone also shocked the heavens with a single sword strike, cleaving a chasm just like this..." an Ancient Grandmaster roared in terror.

At that moment, the Grandmasters were terrified, all in a daze.

That was it. Mortal Cultivation being unable to defeat the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path was an iron Law! There was no way this Wind Snow Sword Immortal was a practitioner of Mortal Cultivation.

In their dazed minds, the image of this Wind Snow Sword Immortal seemed to merge with that of the terrifying Great Yu Sword Immortal from eight hundred years ago—the one who roamed the world with his sword, whose Sword Qi swept across the Nine Provinces, and whose single strike stretched for eight hundred li.

"It all makes sense."

"So it was that existence all along..."

The host of Ancient Grandmasters no longer showed any disrespect. Their eyes were filled with panic and fear.

Only one person, sitting on a large wine gourd, watched the scene from afar, a sneer gracing his lips as he looked at the Ancient Grandmasters.

"Others may not have met the Sword Madman, but I have."

"This kid is no Sword Madman!"

"No matter how mad the Sword Madman was, he wouldn’t have dared to touch the terrifying will of the people that accumulated after the Heavenly Fall. But this kid? Not only did he touch it, but he’s also been perfectly fine, not driven mad at all. In that respect, even the Sword Madman can’t compare."

"Still, the style of his sword does bear some resemblance to the Sword Madman’s. But his edge is even sharper..."

"This era has its own demons, too."

After speaking, Yu Le’s stomach rumbled with hunger. He rode his large wine gourd and wobbled away.

’It’s mealtime. Time to eat.’

"The Dynasty has shattered. An age of chaos is coming."

"Will the Immortals... still descend?"

Su Chen gazed at the Imperial City from afar.

In an instant, the wind began to blow.

And the world was about to descend into true chaos.