Immortal

2. The Road to the Mountain [II]

In his past life, when he wanted to retire from the worldly affairs to enjoy his life in a remote place, Lachlan was attacked by the Dreadgods Sect on the dragon mountain, the same place where the ancient mythical warrior, Fruga the Shadeless, gained ascension after defeating the deadly armies of the dreads.

On the verge of death, Lachlan comprehended a little bit of the secret of the soul, the Nine Revolutions of Immortality, causing his soul to leave his body.

Although he survived the hands of death, his body was gone. Since he had no body to house his soul, it began to dissipate and finally had to be reincarnated after a hundred years had passed.

He had the first stage of the Dragon Treasure Book, but he needed the rest of the stages to become a true immortal.

The rest of the book were likely in the hands of the four immortal sects, The Celestial Sword, The Divine Fire, The Heavenly Palace and The Nether God Temple also known as The Hades Temple. They were the upper echelon of martial arts and magical schools.

Half a month ago, the four immortal sects discovered that the seals binding the dreadgods had loosened and they were about to return to the human world. So today, the schools would publicly select young disciples on the top of the dragon mountain to deal with the catastrophe.

Except for the Dreadgods followers, all warriors above the innate realm, regardless of age or gender, could participate.

"I must get the rest of the Dragon Treasure Book..." Lachlan muttered to himself, his eyes showing more determination.

After walking for dozens of miles, suddenly, he saw a huge rock standing across the road. It was over three hundred feet high, with layers of dark red lines on the rock wall, as if it had been burned by a fire. The most glaring thing was a wide crack on the rock, which went straight down from the top, almost splitting the 300-foot-high rock in half. 

It was the famous Heavenly Sword Enlightenment Rock.

At the foot of the giant boulder, two young and energetic martial arts masters were competing with each other. One of them was using a silver sword, his white clothes fluttering and his sword moves were light and erratic. It seemed that he was thrusting out casually, but it contained murderous intent. 

Judging from his moves, he should be a disciple of the Willow Leaf School who were famous for their swordsmanship. 

The other one was moving vigorously, holding a precious white sword in his hand with a dazzling three-foot white blade light. He combined the man and the sword to launch a continuous wave of attacks that were higher than the other. He was as agile as a cat and his sword was as fast as lightning. On his body was the standard battle robe of the Supreme Infinity School.

"Great swordsmanship."

"As expected of the best swordsman in the world."

"The Supreme Infinity School disciple, Hildegard, is very good, but Willow Leaf School's disciple Lindley is not bad either. He moves calmly, just waiting for the final blow."

The people gathered under the boulder were talking a lot, staring at the exciting battle with wide eyes, and no one noticed the arrival of Lachlan, ​​an unknown boy.

"Well, this sword skill..." Lachlan raised his eyebrows slightly. What surprised him was the swordsmanship displayed by Hildegard gave him a vague sense of familiarity, which was somewhat similar to his own unique skill, the Chasing Wind Swordsmanship.

The stances, moves, and strikes... Yes, they were quite similar to his Chasing Wind Sword Skill but lacked the essence and concept of the skills. It was just a facade.

Lachlan glanced indifferently at the back of the Supreme Infinity disciple, Hildegard, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, getting closer and closer to the boulder.

At this time, the duel between the two young men was coming to an end, but the sound of their swords clashing suddenly became more intense.

"Hahaha, Lindley, you are doomed to lose." Hildegard laughed loudly, and his speed increased dramatically. His tall figure left only a faint afterimage for everyone. He was as fast as wind and lightning, launching a fierce and fatal final blow. 

For a moment, people could not see his figure and movements at all. They could only hear the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the sky and the crisp sound of the swords colliding violently.

Clang!!! Clang!!!

The moment the sound of clashing swords reached a certain stage, the two men suddenly separated.. 

Hildegard was not ruffled at all, whereas, Lindley, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, had a pale face, and only half of the long sword in his hand was left.

"In just a few seconds, he made seventeen strikes in a row?"

"Is this the world-famous Supreme Seventeen Strikes?"

The onlookers were shocked and looked at Hildegard with more fear in their eyes.

“I admit defeat.” Lindley's face turned gloomy and he threw down the half-broken sword in his hand and admitted defeat. "I lost."

"Hahahaha..." Hildegard laughed loudly, ignoring Lachlan who was walking away in the snow, and fiercely glanced at the people gathered under the boulder, then turned around, put away his sword and left. 

Shocked by his bravery, the onlookers were silent, and only started to talk after the ferocious monster walked away.

"That's incredible. I have to admit that when it comes to the best swordsmanship in the world today, it's still the Supreme Infinity School." A young man, with a long sword hanging from his waist, exclaimed. He was one of the few martial arts masters among the crowd who was not frightened by Hildegard ferocity.

He was Lyndon, a disciple of Gandor the Frostbane, the owner of the Green Phantom Island in the Emerald Sea and one of the five greatest masters of the Empire. 

Beside him stood an old man and a woman. 

The old man had wrinkles all over his face and a gray beard, but his eyes were piercing and the power fluctuations in his body were surging in them. He was was Zastan, a seer who was known in the martial arts world for knowing everything about astronomy, geography and history, obviously a martial arts master. 

The woman was Lysandra Icefrost, the daughter of Gandor the Frostbane, the owner of the Green Phantom Island. She was graceful and charming, with a pair of big eyes that seemed to speak and express emotions, and the power fluctuations in her body were also not weak.

"Pfft, when it comes to the best swordsmanship in the world, there is no way this Supreme Infinity swordsmanship can be ranked first." Zastan snorted in disagreement.

"Uncle, then tell me, if the best swordsmanship in the world is not the Supreme Infinity Swordsmanship, then what is?" Lyndon asked, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

He, Lyndon, was also a young talent of his generation. At the age of twelve, he watched the ebb and flow of the vast sea by the sea, and comprehended the Rising Tide Skill of his master, Gandor.

At the age of fifteen, he went out to sea alone and defeated the Yellowstone Gang a hundred miles away from Green Phantom Island and became famous in that one battle. 

At the age of twenty-one, he advanced his power level to became a master of the Outer realm, inheriting the mantle of his master. 

At the age of twenty-five, he broke through the constraints of life and entered the Innate realm. He was known as the Emerald Champion and was famous all over the world. He and Lysandra were collectively known as the Emerald Twin Swords. With his talent, even if he was not the best in the world, he was one of the best. 

But after thinking about it now, he really couldn't think of any swordsmanship master in the martial arts world who was more powerful than the Supreme Infinity School.

"Have you become so confidently powerful that you dare to talk back?" Zastan glared at Lyndon.

"I dare not, uncle." Lyndon quickly gave a slight bow to apologize, but he was still not convinced in his heart.

"As long as you know when you're wrong and correct them, there is still a glimmer of hope for you. Well, as your uncle, I will give you two a good history lesson today, so that you won't embarrass me in the future." Zastan said, and paused, as if he was thinking about how to tell the truth of that year.

Lachlan was still walking silently, his pace steady as he got closer and closer to the three people. The cold wind was whistling, and Zastan's voice could be heard, though not clearly.

"Do you know the origin of this [Heavenly Sword Enlightenment Rock]?" Zastan pointed at the huge rock next to him and asked.