Chapter 461: Chapter 436: Thunderblade Spirit
Both parties reached an agreement, setting the date of action to be ten days later.
Because Mr. World needed time to refine the flags for the formation.
Afterward, Lu Yan and Mr. World quietly returned to Wangu City.
"My lord, do you really intend to cooperate with that Lu Yan and kill the strong members of the Immortal Clan?"
The gaunt elder asked, his expression filled with worry.
The Immortal Clan is an extremely tyrannical race.
In the Origin World, they are one of the pinnacle tribes, with experts as plentiful as the clouds and immortality as common as rain.
Especially those at the peak level, squashing them is no different from squashing an ant.
Even in the Wild Ocean and the Desolate Land, the strength of the Immortal Clan is very formidable.
If they failed to annihilate all of those Immortals, and word got out, they would all be doomed.
"Two Immortals of the Immortal Realm, along with a group from the Crossing Tribulation Fusion Tao period of the Immortal Clan, are not so easily killed. Do you think I would be so foolish as to offend the Immortal Clan?"
Zhao Zhihuan sneered.
"What’s your plan, my lord?"
The gaunt elder inquired.
"To get the Three Emperors Command, there’s no need to kill any from the Immortal Clan at all. Just kill that Lu Yan, and we can still obtain the Three Emperors Command. We can turn the tables instead and collaborate with the Immortal Clan, betraying Lu Yan and Mr. World."
Zhao Zhihuan sneered coldly, his eyes frosty as he continued, "Wait here for me. I will go find the Immortal Clan."
No sooner had he spoken than Zhao Zhihuan silently left, following the direction the Immortal Clan had departed in. Soon, he located the strong members of the Immortal Clan.
"Are you... Zhao Zhihuan from Yunxia Valley?"
The Immortal Realm’s White Jade Elephant recognized Zhao Zhihuan, having met him once before.
"Fellow Taoist, it’s been a while."
Zhao Zhihuan smiled.
"Unexpectedly, you too have come to this world. Are you also pursuing the Three Emperors Command?"
White Jade Elephant inquired.
"Of course."
Zhao Zhihuan nodded, standing at a distance, he said, "Actually, the Three Emperors Command is currently in Lu Yan’s hands."
"The Three Emperors Command is also in Lu Yan’s hands?"
The White Jade Elephant and the Purple Eye Celestial Ox, their eyes alight with fervent desire.
"Not long ago, Lu Yan approached me, wanting to use the Three Emperors Command as a condition to set a trap and kill you..."
Immediately, Zhao Zhihuan detailed Lu Yan’s plan.
"With the mighty strength of the Immortal Clan, dominating the heavens and earth, how could I dare to offend them? Fellow Immortals, why don’t we count on the known rather than on the unknown and turn the tables on them, what do you say? When we obtain the treasures, we can divide them equally."
Zhao Zhihuan suggested.
"You mean, we deliberately fall for the trick, enter the formation to engage Mr. World while you kill Lu Yan first, then come help us surround and defeat Mr. World?"
White Jade Elephant clarified.
"Exactly!"
Zhao Zhihuan nodded.
"Lu Yan is not weak; he far surpasses the ordinary Spiritual God. Are you confident? If you cannot kill him quickly, when Mr. World comes to his aid, there may be trouble."
White Jade Elephant warned.
"With my immortal ability, plotting against the unprepared, killing a Spiritual God should not be difficult. Of course, to be cautious, I ask you both to distract Mr. World as much as possible, is that feasible?"
Zhao Zhihuan replied.
The Immortal Realm’s White Jade Elephant and Purple Eye Celestial Ox exchanged glances, then silently nodded in agreement.
"We have a way to hold Mr. World within the formation for a while. I hope you can dispose of Lu Yan quickly and come to our assistance. If you try any tricks, Yunxia Valley won’t need to exist any longer."
White Jade Elephant stated coldly.
"Before the Immortal Clan, how could I dare to play tricks? After ten days, when our great task is completed, we can leave this accursed place."
Zhao Zhihuan bowed with his fist and then turned away to leave.
....
After returning to the palace, Lu Yan had a nagging sense of unease.
"Still too weak... Competing wits with beings of the Immortal Realm leaves me uneasy. There are ten days left, let’s see if I can hunt the Thunder Bull to enhance my strength."
"And that half of a Thunder Sword... "
Now that Lu Yan’s cultivation level had increased greatly, he should be able to approach the Thunder Sword within the Ocean of Thunder.
His Primordial Spirit shot out, straight up to the Nine Layer Heaven, and he plunged into the Ocean of Thunder, making his way to its deepest part.
Moo!
The Thunder Bull bellowed, casting a sidelong glance at Lu Yan from afar.
"Did this guy’s eyes grow crooked? Every time he sees me, he side-eyes me. Today, I’ll chop you up."
Lu Yan used Thunder Bell Body Protection and also brought out the Thunder Knife Fragment, charging at the Thunder Bull.
The Thunder Bull was startled and turned to run towards the Thunder Sword.
Lu Yan pursued relentlessly, inching closer to the Thunder Sword.
The golden thunder surrounding the Thunder Sword was terrifyingly powerful. Fortunately, with his current increased cultivation level and the protection from the Thunder Bell and Thunder Knife Fragment, two great treasures of the thunder attribute, he managed to withstand the attack of the golden thunder and continued to approach the Thunder Sword.
Seeing Lu Yan closing in, the Thunder Bull got so frightened that its tail stood on end. It mooed and twisted its rear, dashing towards the Thunder Sword, and with a swoosh, it disappeared into the sword.
"Entered the inside of the Thunder Sword? Could it be that this Thunder Bull is the Artifact Spirit of the Thunder Sword?"
Lu Yan was astounded.
He then cautiously stared at the Thunder Sword and slowly approached.
Hum!
Suddenly, the Thunder Sword vibrated, and a blade-shaped bolt of lightning struck towards Lu Yan.
Lu Yan swiftly retreated to dodge it, but he was still grazed by the edge of the blade-shaped thunder, and fearsome thunder penetrated through the Thunder Bell and Thunder Knife Fragment, shocking him.
Lu Yan’s body rapidly melted away.
Emerald light radiated from the Big Tree Phantom Image, spreading throughout his body. Lu Yan’s quickly melting Primordial Spirit was restored even faster.
"I held on."
With eyes bright and courage bolstered, Lu Yan continued to approach, using the cover of a Big Tree Phantom Image to rush into the midst of the Thunder Sword.
Through the Big Tree Phantom Image, Lu Yan could vaguely see that inside the Thunder Sword, there was a vast expanse that formed its own space, with a complete battle sword flickering with lightning, floating in mid-air.
It was not a physical entity.
This was the Thunderblade Spirit, not the Thunder Bull.
Boom!
The Big Tree Phantom Image struck the Artifact Spirit, which trembled slightly.
The next moment, the Thunder Sword hummed, and a more terrifying lightning shaped like a blade slashed toward Lu Yan.
Lu Yan retreated explosively once again, his body sustaining a terrible shock and continuously melting, but the energy surging from the Big Tree saved him forcefully.
"See how many times you can block me..."
Lu Yan continued to drive the Big Tree Phantom Image in attack.
Immediately thereafter, the Thunder Sword counterattacked.
In this manner, they exchanged blows back and forth, attacking each other nine times.
"Stop fighting. Your soul attack is strong, but with such a low cultivation level, you can’t harm me."
Suddenly, a slightly aged voice came from within the Thunder Sword.
Lu Yan stopped and asked with surprise, "Are you the Thunderblade Spirit?"
"Correct."
The slightly aged voice echoed once more.
"Senior, I mean no harm. I just find it a pity for a peerless Divine Weapon to be buried here. I wish to take you out into the world and restore your former glory," Lu Yan said with a fist and palm salute.
"A broken sword whose master died in battle, what glory is left to speak of?"
With a sigh, the Thunderblade Spirit fell silent for a moment, then continued, "However, you are quite unique. With only the Spiritual God of the Seventh Transformation, your Primordial Spirit is so powerful that it can withstand my attacks. This is something I have seen only once in my life, and your future accomplishments will be limitless."
"Senior flatters me."
"With your talent, to have me follow you is not impossible, but I have one condition."
The Thunderblade Spirit spoke.
Lu Yan inwardly rejoiced but remained composed as he said, "Senior, please speak."
"In the great battle years ago, my master was killed and my other half fell into this Wild Ocean. You must promise to help me find the other half of my body, and I will accompany you to rise again," the Thunderblade Spirit said.
"Agreed. I swear I will do everything in my power to help senior find the other half of your body," Lu Yan promised without hesitation.
Not to promise would be foolish.
Agree first and negotiate later.
Whether he could find the other half in the future was a matter for another time; the important thing was to gain the benefits first.
The power of that single Thunder Knife Fragment was already astonishing.
This half of the Thunder Sword would undoubtedly be even more powerful. There was no question that upon obtaining it, it would become his new trump card.
And with the Thunder Sword always at hand, it could constantly temper his Primordial Spirit, eliminating the need to travel far to the Nine Layer Heaven.
He surmised that the Thunder Sword’s sudden agreement to accompany him was not an impromptu decision; it likely had been observing him for years and only after approval did it take this action.
Rumble!
Thunder roared, and lightning from all directions surged toward the Thunder Sword like rivers returning to the sea.
In just a moment, the entire Ocean of Thunder above the Nine Layer Heaven was absorbed into the Thunder Sword, disappearing from sight.
Around him, all was calm, with only a broken sword floating quietly.
Lu Yan was inwardly astounded.
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a mere broken sword could create an endless Ocean of Thunder.
"With your cultivation level, you will find it very difficult to refine me. I can teach you a special type of pact, called the Blood Covenant. Once signed, you can temporarily use some of my power."
The Thunderblade Spirit sent another message, followed by information transmitted into Lu Yan’s mind.
It was about how to sign the Blood Covenant.
Lu Yan pondered carefully, finding no issue with it since it only required a few drops of his blood to draw a special rune.
Squeezing a drop of blood from his fingertip, Lu Yan waved his finger in the air, drawing a blood rune that appeared out of thin air and flew toward the Thunder Sword, entering into it.
The next moment, Lu Yan felt a special sensation in his mind—he seemed to have established a connection with the Thunder Sword, and it had become like his Spiritual Treasure, with a unique yet similar process to refinement.
With a thought, the Thunder Sword flew toward him and landed in his hand.
"Jin Ming!"
Lu Yan noticed two small characters inscribed on the hilt of the Thunder Sword.
"Jin Ming, that was my former master’s name, and this sword was also named after him. Naturally, you can call me ’Jin Ming.’ You no longer need to address me as senior. Also, your current cultivation level is too low, so do not use this sword lightly. Even if you must use it, do so sparingly, lest it drains all your strength," Jin Ming admonished.
Lu Yan nodded.
"By the way, I have a question that’s been on my mind. You’ve been floating above the Nine Layer Heaven for so long, why hasn’t anyone taken you away? Even if those capable of Crossing Tribulation Fusion Tao are not successful, those in the Immortal Realm should be able to take you, right?" Lu Yan asked curiously.
In the history of this continent, although there was only one Martial Ancestor among the Martial Cultivators, there were quite a few Immortals and Devils Clans who had reached Immortality.
How could such a treasure remain unclaimed?
"I’ve been drifting in the Nine Layer Heaven for about two to three thousand years, only having drifted to this place later. Although there were experts who discovered me afterward, none were Immortal."
"Moreover, even if they were Immortal, if I was not willing, they could never take me away," Jin Ming declared with an inherent pride in his voice.
