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Chapter 616: Adio Mio
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 13:00:16 +0000 UTCThe fog surrounding Buzhou Immortal Island did not impede Sun Wutian. Not much, at least. He had taken a wrong turn several times, but through his unique spiritual sense, he corrected his trajectory.
It only took him a week to find the entrance to the Immortal Court. His eyes lit up when he saw the words Mortal Severance Gate on the wall-less structure at the foot of the floating island.
“Who goes there?” the two guards clad in argent white armor questioned as they crossed their spears, blocking the entrance.
Sun Wutian sighed and marveled at the might of the Immortal Court. Even the two guarding the gates were true immortals. For a moment, he considered backing down and coming back another time.
He shook his head. Since he had already arrived and been spotted, it would be too awkward to turn tail and leave. Not to mention it had always been a small goal of his.
Yes, his stilled heart had once more ignited after successfully entering the Immortal Realm.
He might not be the strongest, nor possess the strongest defense or speed, but Sun Wutian was confident that his life-saving abilities were second to none—at least within the scope of the immortal level.
I just don’t know how my offense and defense compare to other immortals. According to my estimation, my qi should be more powerful than immortal monarchs, maybe at the emperor level. A hint of expectation appeared in his eyes. Maybe even at the sovereign level.
Sun Wutian ignored the two true immortal guards and looked up at the sky. I can sense more laws here, too. Although the laws are clearer in the Nine Heavens Universe, they can’t compare to the depth and breadth of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms System. As long as I can comprehend more laws and a complete one, I can fuse it with the rules of my dream world, strengthening myself further.
He narrowed his eyes at the gate. But before that…
Sun Wutian took out a Xiyi Talisman and set it to auto-follow while turning on the streaming function. He stood in front of the Xiyi Talisman while it recorded him, once again ignoring the two guards, who were staring at him in befuddlement.
“Hello everyone and welcome to my first stream,” Sun Wutian began, proudly allowing the sunlight to reflect off his dazzling armor and weapon as he stood heroically in the air. “Some of you may not know me, so let me introduce myself. I am the Seven Heavens Great Sage!”
Sun Wutian, as if to answer the viewers’ unspoken questions, continued, “That’s right, the word seven, which is pronounced similar to the word equal. As you can see, I am a big fan of the Heaven Equalling Great Sage, so much so I used a homophone of his title.”
“Now, you may be wondering how I dare to call myself that, but fret not. I will show you what I plan. Look over there!” Sun Wutian said, moving out of the way and pointing at the Mortal Severance Gate. “The Monkey King wreaked havoc in heaven—I will repeat his actions today!”
Sun Wutian nodded in satisfaction upon seeing the countless messages filling up the chat. Still, the total viewership count was a bit low, so he added, “I just announced this, so I will wait an hour before I start for more viewers to come.”
Immediately, messages about him clickbaiting appeared, but Sun Wutian ignored them. As he thought, his current viewers quickly spread the message through word of mouth, and his viewership swiftly climbed.
While waiting, Sun Wutian sat in a lotus position in the air and waited with his eyes closed. Behind him, the true immortal guards were puzzled. Although they were still wary, they had entered a neutral position, but their eyes never left his body.
An hour later, Sun Wutian looked at the viewership again and saw that the numbers had climbed to hundreds of millions of views. Compared to the trillions of mortals that lived in the Primordial Realm and beyond, it was a small drop in the ocean.
Yes, mortals.
Streamers could limit what type of people could watch their streams or videos. For example, he could set it to only cultivators above the master level. However, he set no such limit this time.
Compared to cultivators, it was still mortals who liked to watch streams. Most cultivators preferred to watch videos regarding tutorials or guides for dangerous lands. Some sect members even used the streaming function to relay their scouting to the sect behind them.
Most of the mortals held a disbelieving attitude toward Sun Wutian’s proclamation. An argument had already broken out. Most believed that the stream was nothing more than an attention-seeking advertisement to build up hype for a new series or movie.
Sun Wutian only smiled. He stood up, his actions alerting the two immortal guards. The air split apart as he brandished his sword-spear before finally aiming the tip at the Mortal Severance Gate.
“I’m warning you, think carefully about who you’re pointing at,” a guard warned. He couldn’t sense any aura from Sun Wutian, who appeared like an ordinary monkey—albeit one that wore armor—but that only made him warier. How could an ordinary monkey appear here?
Luckily, they had already announced the demon’s presence. After the Hegemon War and the massive loss of true immortals, many demons and even first-rate forces who heard the rumors tested the Immortal Court. Naturally, they were punished for their impudence.
The number of demons rushing toward the Immortal Court to topple the human hegemony had died down, but a blind demon lord or demon king still appeared once in a while.
At this time, the two heard footsteps behind them. Turning around, they saw an immortal wearing purple robes embroidered in gold walking toward them. A golden coronet held his hair up in a knot. The man exuded a noble aura and carried a trace of a smile, but the most eye-catching feature was that pair of bedevilling eyes.
“Who?” the guard asked. Although they were true immortals, their status was only better than the mortal cultivators of the Immortal Court. Even then, their status might not be comparable to a monarch’s disciple.
It was only thanks to luck that they had transcended through the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation. Elsewhere, they would be treated with respect, but in the Immortal Court, their strength only allowed them to guard the entrance.
The man sighed and held his chin. “It’s only been a few thousand years since the Hegemon War, and many people already forgot what I looked like. Oh, you two broke through after the Hegemon War? It’s barely acceptable that you don’t know me.”
The two guards wanted to ask. They couldn’t sense any aura from the purple-robed man, but that only made them warier. Still, since he came from inside, it meant that he was a member of the Immortal Court. Between the new arrival and the demon, they couldn’t determine who was stronger.
“I say, the first thing you do after transcending the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation is to make trouble with the Immortal Court and not find your master. Aren’t you too eager, Wutian?”
Sun Wutian raised his guard. “Who are you? Why do you know my name?”
The man ignored his question and continued speaking. “But Seven Heavens Great Sage? I wanted to give you that name, but you beat me to it.”
Like the two true immortals, Sun Wutian couldn’t sense any aura from the man, which made him warier. Either the man was extremely strong, or his attainment in concealment far outpaced Sun Wutian’s detection.
Whichever the two options, it did not look good for Sun Wutian. Thanks to his dream world, Sun Wutian’s detection abilities were far above his strength—especially regarding soul detection—but he couldn’t even detect any soul fluctuations. Rather than a mortal, the man seemed more like a corpse to him, which meant that the first two possibilities were practically one and the same to Sun Wutian.
Since the unknown man could name him, the only person who could have told him was Ancestor Fusang, and after having created a dream world, Sun Wutian did not think someone could force information out of Ancestor Fusang’s mouth. So the unknown man must be an acquaintance or someone with a close connection to his master.
Sun Wutian didn’t think the unknown man would kill him. Since he was without risk, he decided to test his mettle.
He rushed toward the unknown man on his dream cloud. Several phantoms appeared around him, as if he had split into thousands of copies. Each one rushed toward the unknown man from a different angle, spear poised to slice him in half.
The purple-robed man only smiled as the thousand demons rushed at him. He didn’t bat an eye when the first one arrived and slashed at him. The sword-spear sliced through him with no resistance, but there was no sign of injury or even a nick on his clothing, as if what had happened was a mere illusion.
It wasn’t until the three hundred seventy-eighth copy slashed at him that he moved. He simply raised a hand and caught it. He didn’t catch the spearhead with his fingers, but blocked it with his palm. The skin on his palm was a smooth white. It was evident that the owner had never known a day of work. Yet it was this seemingly delicate skin that merely deformed against the blade without breaking.
Sun Wutian showed no surprise. He had hidden himself among his copies to attack the purple-robed man, but that didn’t mean his copies were useless. Each one that hit released a soul attack, but the purple-robed man acted as if he didn’t feel them.
Although it was a new move, Sun Wutian didn’t think he had made a mistake in the construction of his new technique. Even if it wasn’t as powerful, the man should have at least shown some reaction—which meant the man had an incredibly strong soul defense.
“Now it’s my turn to attack,” the man said.
He reared his fist back and punched. The movement was incredibly slow in Sun Wutian’s eyes, but it was as if he couldn’t move and could only watch as the punch came closer and closer to him. Then it landed. He felt as if an entire planet had landed on his body.
Because he grew up in the Nine Heavens Universe, Sun Wutian modeled his world like it too—meaning that it had multiple planets floating in the void. Unlike the vastness of the Nine Heavens Universe, it contained only one solar system.
“Hm?” The purple-robed man raised an eyebrow. The punch that was still lingering on the surface shattered the skin and punched through the body. Like broken porcelain, Sun Wutian’s body broke into fragments and dust.
The man had already turned his attention away, not paying any more attention to the wreckage in front of him. Instead, he stared at one of the copies in the back. “Interesting. Is this a unique ability of a cultivator of the Dream Divinity Script once he forms a dream world?”
Earlier, he had felt that the Sun Wutian in front of him had transformed into a phantom—a copy. Simultaneously, a copy in the back had become Sun Wutian’s true body.
“Why do you know that name?” Sun Wutian asked. He had never expected the man to even know it.
The purple-robed man didn’t answer. A sword was in a scabbard at his waist. He took a step and appeared right in front of Sun Wutian. Sun Wutian raised his spear as fast as he could. He only heard the sound of steel sliding against wood before he felt something hitting his spear.
To his surprise, he wasn’t knocked back by the strike like he expected. Sun Wutian stared at the smiling man. “Get ready.”
Before Sun Wutian could ask what he meant, the man had already brought his sword back and attacked him with a series of sword swings. Each swing seemed to carry the might of heaven itself.
Sun Wutian gritted his teeth and retaliated with his sword-spear. After ten exchanges, his face became grim. Soon, suspicion appeared because he discovered that the man used the Seven Heavens Swordplay—and his mastery was even greater than his. “Of course. After all, I created the Seven Heavens Swordplay.”
Now Sun Wutian couldn’t hide his shock at all. “Are you a sword immortal? Did my master get the Seven Heavens Swordplay from you?”
“Sword immortal? Unfortunately, I’m not, although I did dream about becoming one when I first embarked on the immortal path,” the man replied. “Besides, haven’t you noticed that the essence of the Seven Heavens Swordplay isn’t really the sword, but utilizing the power of the world in it? Otherwise, it would have been much more difficult for you to alter it to suit your current…” the man paused, as if finding the correct term. Finally, he settled on, “…weapon. Besides, it’s made to go with the Dream Divinity Script and similar methods.”
It was as if the fog blinding his vision had cleared. As the battle continued, Sun Wutian’s attacks became stronger and contained more mystery behind them, but he was almost always slightly at a disadvantage. This improvement gave him enough time to think.
Sun Wutian had tried to use his copies, but he discovered that he could not materialize them anymore. However, he did not fret as he thought over the man’s words. “You made it to go with the Dream Divinity Script. Does that mean you created the Dream Divinity Script as well?”
The man smiled and stopped talking. His expression said, you finally figured it out.
“Are you…” Sun Wutian hesitated for a bit but finally forced it out. “You must be Master’s master! You’re my grandmaster! Greetings, Grandmaster!”
The man’s face stiffened. Finally, the smiling expression turned into a glare.
Sun Wutian felt it was not good, but he wanted to flee. Alas, just like when he received the man’s punch, his body became immobilized. This time, he couldn’t even switch with one of his frozen copies to dodge.
Before he knew it, the man was already in front of him, finger nearing his forehead.
"Ow!!" As if the previous paralyzation was a fantasy, Sun Wutian bowled over and clutched his forehead as a familiar pain assaulted him. A red welt appeared on his forehead as he stared at the man. “This pain. There’s no mistake. Only Master did this to me. Are you Master?!”
The purple-robed man rolled his eyes. “Of course. Ancestor Fusang is just one of my identities."
The man turned around and walked toward the Mortal Severance Gate. Before walking under it, he stopped and looked back. “Aren’t you coming?”
Sun Wutian quickly followed in a respectful posture. “Master, is this what you really look like? As expected, it’s more handsome than before.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Although he said this, the man’s lips curled upward.
“Master, what’s your identity? Are you a member of the Immortal Court?” Sun Wutian asked. Recalling his plan, he couldn’t help but want to travel back in time and slap himself.
“You could say so. My title is Nine Heavens.”
“Nine Heavens! What a powerful title. As expected of Master. I’m only Seven Heavens, but Master is two heavens above me!” Sun Wutian praised without end.
The two walked a bit longer and, just as he was about to join his master in the sky, he remembered that he was still streaming. “Y*(^()$%#()$”
Sun Wutian quickly grabbed the Xiyi Talisman and, as he expected, it was still running. “Adio mio!”
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