Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 39 The Summoning of the Primordial Beginning
"Tell me... to stop?"

Yu Ding looked up at the true immortal.

No one has been this mean to him in a long time.

I feel a bit nostalgic... He actually wanted to play it safe for a while.

After all, he only had six hundred years of cultivation and the Immortal-Slaying Sword, but now this True Immortal had successfully piqued his interest.

Yu Ding poured his magic power into the Immortal Slayer Sword, while simultaneously absorbing spiritual energy from all directions into the sword. Then, with a "clang," the sword returned to its sheath.

"Immortal, we have..."

The True Immortal of Beiyue breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his soul, sensing an even more dangerous aura emanating from the sheathed sword.

Clang!
Yu Ding drew his sword.

Simple, direct, and fast.

The intense sword light covered the sky.

Everything in the world lost its color in an instant.

This is the sword technique he tried to create, which he learned from a cool sword technique that could slay the heavens and draw the sword: Sword One!

Between heaven and earth, I alone possess a sword!
The power of this sword strike depends on the strength of the gaze between the user and the opponent, as well as the user's cultivation level.

Of course, accuracy is also an issue; a skill that can be dodged is worthless, so the key is speed and precision.

At this moment, Yu Ding unleashed a sword strike at this True Immortal.

With six hundred years of internal energy in this sword strike, plus the added power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, a celestial treasure, can this True Immortal... withstand it?
Yu Ding was very much looking forward to it.

Upon seeing the white sword light, Master Beiyue was greatly surprised and his first reaction was to dodge.

However, this sword was too fast, arriving in an instant and covering a wide area, making it impossible to dodge.

Helpless, he could only roar, and his magical power surged forth, the earthen-yellow light rushing out like a great river to block the sword light.

Earthy yellow light and white sword light divided the heavens and earth.

A thunderous roar and a deafening sound erupted at the point of contact, the shockwave directly collapsing the main hall on the main peak of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

boom!
The True Immortal of the Northern Peak shuddered and was forced back dozens of feet in the void. With a ripping sound, his robe tore open, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

A terrible wound appeared on his chest.

The immortal body glows and heals itself!

But the wound reopened and bled profusely the next moment.

It heals again, then bursts open again, spurting blood...

not dead? !
Yu Ding missed his attack and was about to flee a thousand miles away.

That last sword strike was his strongest attack without using any magic weapons, consuming 98% of his magic power. He simply didn't have the strength to unleash a second sword strike like that.

Bei Yue Zhenxian clutched his chest wound, his face ashen, and looked at Yu Ding with sincere gratitude: "Thank you for your mercy, Immortal."

What makes this sword strike so terrifying is its swordsmanship and intent.

Between heaven and earth, only my sword remains; with a single strike, demons, monsters, immortals, and gods are all wiped out.

Even his immortal body couldn't heal the sword wound at this moment.

His Daoist heart is still filled with lingering fear.

He was destined to die, but the power of the sword was quite limited. After thinking about it, it seems that the immortal was showing him mercy.

Otherwise, a Golden Immortal like Yu Ding Zhenren could probably kill him even with ten lives with a single casual sword strike.

"Hmm?!" Yu Ding, who was about to flee, stopped and looked at the Northern Mountain Immortal, saying in a deep voice, "Do you now realize your mistake?"

The True Immortal of the Northern Peak quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, yes!"

He felt very bitter.

His encounter with the Jade Cauldron Immortal after leaving the mountain must be because he didn't check the almanac before going out.

"How's the injury?"

Yu Ding asked, "The wound healed and then reopened, spurting blood again... This scene is somewhat frightening."

The fact that Yu Ding didn't kill this True Immortal was actually within his expectations. After all, he was a True Immortal with powerful vitality, as if he had evolved to another level. It would be quite excessive for him to be killed by someone who hadn't even become an immortal.

Moreover, even true immortals possess magical treasures and Taoist arts; it's just that this particular true immortal didn't have time to use them just now.

Speaking of this, Yu Ding has to mention his senior brother, "Holy Mother Killer" Guang Chengzi, who has an exceptionally strong instinct to strike first.

"Cough cough, he's not dead yet!"

The Northern Peak Immortal coughed up blood, clutching his chest, his face pale, and murmured, "What terrifying sword energy..."

He felt a sharp sword aura surging wildly within his body, which even his True Immortal power couldn't suppress. "Immortal-Slaying Sword Aura..." Yu Ding mused.

This is what makes the Immortal-Slaying Sword so powerful.

The same move, if he just changed to a different sword, would never have the same power, and even if it could injure an immortal, the sword energy could be easily wiped out.

At this moment, after Yu Ding subdued the patriarch with a single sword strike, the other disciples had already given up resisting.

To them, their ancestor was a true deity, so powerful that they could only look up to him. But now, even their ancestor has been subdued...

What can they do?

"Thank you, Immortal!" Qiu Hongzi and the others stepped forward to express their gratitude.

Yu Ding nodded slightly: "You should first stabilize your cultivation, otherwise your foundation will be damaged."

"Yes!" Qiu Hongzi was helped away.

"Come with me."

Yu Ding beckoned and summoned the Northern Peak Immortal over.

"What are your orders, Immortal?" asked the Northern Peak Immortal with a bitter expression.

"What deep-seated hatred do you have for the Xuantian Sword Sect?"

Yu Ding smiled and said, "Speak freely. If it weren't for my willingness to build a bridge for you and turn hostility into friendship, our primordial world wouldn't have enough positive energy."

When people think of the prehistoric world, they often think of deceit and endless fighting. Yu Ding felt that since they had encountered it, it was necessary to promote positive energy.

"There's no deep-seated hatred, just some minor grudges they had with their ancestor when they were young."

"Why would it be worth the trouble, Immortal? With your words, Immortal, these matters are over and done with." The Immortal of the Northern Peak said with a wry smile.

"Excellent, excellent! As someone with the qualifications and enlightenment to cultivate into a true immortal, one should be so magnanimous."

Yu Ding patted Bei Yue on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If you and your disciples do more good deeds and accumulate merit in the future, you can come to me for help if you need anything in the future."

Whether we can help or not, we'll see when the time comes.

Master Beiyue said, "Would it be convenient for you, Immortal, to dispel this sword energy for me now?"

“…It’s inconvenient!” Yu Ding said seriously.

He's exhausted his magic power and desperately needs to replenish it; he doesn't have time to deflect your sword energy.

Master Beiyue: "..."

As they were talking, suddenly, the cry of a crane rang out from above.

Yu Ding looked up and saw a crane flapping its wings and flying towards him. At first, Yu Ding thought it was his mount, the crane.

However, as he got closer, Yu Ding realized that it wasn't true. He seemed to be somewhat blind to the cranes, because they all looked the same to him.

The crane landed and transformed into a child.

"Uncle-Master Yu Ding, it's been a long time! How have you been?" the White Crane Boy said with a smile.

Uncle-Master… Yu Ding looked at the White Crane Boy, lost in thought, when suddenly his eyes lit up: “White Crane Boy, what brings you here?”

The white crane, the mount of the Antarctic Immortal, later became a pageboy by the side of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, so they are called Uncle-Master.

The White Crane Boy said, "The Heavenly Venerable has decreed that you and the other senior uncles must go to the Jade Void Palace immediately."

What are we going to do at Jade Void Palace?

Yu Ding was taken aback: "Is there something important?"

He did the math and figured it would still be some time before he was deified...

He had always been somewhat resistant to the Kunlun Mountain Jade Cauldron, or rather, he was a little afraid to meet that master in person.

"I don't know about that. I'm only responsible for finding you according to the master's orders."

The White Crane Boy transformed into a white crane and flew away: "It was only because Uncle Taiyi told me you were here that I came looking for you. You must hurry over there, and don't keep the Heavenly Venerable waiting too long."

"understood!"

Yu Ding waved goodbye and then pondered for a moment.

"The Celestial Saint..."

The expression on the face of Master Beiyue was one of undisguised envy.

Even if they become immortals, they can only be considered wandering immortals. Not only do they have no powerful backers, but they also have to act as backers for their disciples and grand-disciples.

They are nothing like the immortals of the three religions.

Most immortals in the Three Realms come from the Three Teachings, and they can meet fellow disciples wherever they go, which gives them a vast network of connections...

Of course, the most important thing was the powerful backer they all envied and resented.

(End of this chapter)