Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Lin Che gazed at the passionate cultivators in the hall, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the scabbard of the God-Slaying Sword at his waist.

The lingering warmth of the mystic crystal on the scabbard seemed to remind him of the weight he bore.

Suddenly, I recalled Senior Xuanfeng's wistful words when he mentioned the seventy-two continents of the Immortal Clan. Perhaps the conflicts in this Luo Tian Star Region are just the prelude to a wider world.

When will the battle for immortality begin?

Lin Che looked up at Yan Leizi, nodded and asked.

His cultivation at the late-stage Perfect Nirvana realm surged within his body, resonating faintly with the sword intent within the God-Slaying Sword. He could sense that he was only a thin barrier away from the Shattered Nirvana realm, and this fierce battle might be the opportunity to break through.

A hint of approval flashed in Yan Leizi's eyes as he pointed to the Star Ranking floating outside the hall: "Three days later, the 108 people selected from the four star regions will gather in the Thunder Immortal Hall square to determine the winner in the arena. The top-ranked person will not only qualify for the Ascension Pool, but will also receive the title of 'Luo Tian Sword Master' and wield the Thunder Immortal Hall's treasure, 'Purple Lightning Heavenly Net'."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a whooshing sound came from outside the hall. Three streaks of light landed on the white jade plaza. The leader, clad in black armor, was the leading cultivator selected by the Southern Region.

His gaze swept across the hall, finally settling on Lin Che, a hint of provocative smile on his face: "I've heard that someone in the late stage of the Pure Nirvana realm can withstand the pressure of the twentieth level of the Thunder Immortal Realm? I'd like to see whether the cultivation techniques of the Cultivation Alliance are more unique, or whether my Southern Region's 'Burning Heaven Technique' is superior."

Before Lin Che could speak, a cold snort suddenly rang out from the east: "You dare to claim supremacy with a mere Burning Heaven Technique? The 'Mysterious Ice Thorn' of the Northern Region is here. In three days, I will make you know what it means to be frozen to the bone in despair."

In an instant, cultivators inside and outside the hall spoke up, their fighting spirit spreading like a tide.

Immortal Lord Qingshui suddenly stood up, emanating a faint aura of immortal power, and the noise immediately subsided.

Looking at Lin Che, his voice was calm yet carried immense power: "The Battle of Sealing Immortals is not only about vying for empty fame, but also a crucible for tempering your Dao heart. These 108 opponents are your best touchstone."

Lin Che nodded, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators who were eager to fight, and suddenly he remembered the direction of the ethereal sword tip in the Xuanfeng scroll.

It turns out that the so-called "direction of the heart" is never a fixed enemy, but the unwavering determination to never back down when wielding the sword.

Three days later, at the Leixian Palace Square, the clouds and mist were dispersed by the formation, revealing the seventy-two arenas suspended in the air below.

As Yan Leizi struck the bronze bell, Lin Che stepped onto the largest central arena, his feet treading on lightning. The moment the God-Slaying Sword was drawn, red light and purple lightning intertwined, drawing a stunning arc in mid-air.

"I, Lin Che, accept the first battle."

Lin Che's voice carried on the wind throughout the square, and the cultivators from the four star regions suddenly fell silent, because the sword intent in that voice caused the magical treasures at their waists to tremble.

The next step was a simple test, and a total of 325 Nirvana cultivators passed the test.

These 325 people will determine the next battle for immortality.

Yan Leizi strode over, his expression calm, one hand behind his back, and slowly said:

"This Immortal Conferment is divided into three trials, six paths, and a narrow passage. The three trials are Heaven, Earth, and Man, testing one's cultivation! The six paths are the Mysterious Path, where one undergoes reincarnation to refine one's Dao thoughts!"

"Having passed through three trials and six paths, one hundred and eight people were selected. They entered the life-or-death battleground, and the top thirty-six with the most kills were granted the title of Heavenly General! They were also granted the opportunity to have their names inscribed on the Immortal Sealing Stone!"

Lin Che stood with one hand behind his back, looking at the crowd in the sky, his gaze lingering on the disciple in the white robe with white hair.

It was simply because he was his junior brother, Wang Lin, whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years!
Lin Che appeared in front of Wang Lin in an instant, nodded and smiled slightly, "Junior Brother Wang, it's been hundreds of years. I didn't expect you to have reached the early stage of Nirvana. It seems you have obtained quite a few resources over the years."

Wang Lin hadn't expected his senior brother Lin Che to appear here, so he quickly bowed and greeted him, saying, "Junior brother Wang Lin greets senior brother Lin Che."

The cultivators on both sides exchanged glances, surprised that Xu Mu, so decisive in killing, would have a connection with Senior Lin Che.

Lin Che nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "It has been hundreds of years since we parted ways in the Demon Spirit Land. Junior Brother's progress is truly rapid." Wang Lin smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother is joking. My talent and strength are nothing but child's play in front of you."

"Besides, Senior Brother, you should be close to reaching the Shattered Nirvana Realm, right?"

Lin Che didn't hide anything and told his junior brother Wang Lin directly: "That's right, I'm currently at the late stage of the Pure Nirvana realm, and it should be only a matter of time before I break through to the Shattered Nirvana realm."

Just as the two were chatting, Yan Leizi suddenly spoke up from afar: "Of the three trials of Heaven, Earth, and Man, the first is the trial of Man! You who are vying for the title, if you can withstand ten breaths under my hand, you will pass the trial!"

"Russell, step into the trap!"

Yan Leizi's voice resounded across the land. Before he finished speaking, a beam of azure light shot down from the sky and transformed into a middle-aged man in a blue robe in front of the Palace Master.

The man clasped his hands in a fist salute and lowered his body, his voice as clear as an ancient bell: "I will obey the Lord's decree!"

With a light touch of his toes, his green shadow landed on the bluestone of the thousand-foot square.

Russell stood with his hands behind his back, his brows calm yet sharp, a hint of arrogance spreading out like an invisible sword aura.

The surrounding cultivators' gazes suddenly sharpened, and whispers surged like a tide:
"It's actually Russell from the Thunder Immortal Palace!"

"He had already reached the mid-stage of Nirvana three hundred years ago, and has been in seclusion ever since, yet he has personally come to guard the Human Gate!"

"It is said that this person possesses profound spiritual insight, which has impressed even many veteran cultivators. He is by no means an easy opponent!"

Russell glanced up at the hundreds of teleportation arrays in the sky, his gaze sweeping over the group of juniors, his tone indifferent as ice.

“In my eyes, none of you are worthy of being among the 108 Immortals. Killing you is no different from crushing ants.”

Russell lightly raised his finger and said calmly, "Whoever I point to, come down immediately for the test!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators inside the teleportation array in mid-air all paled, and several venomous gazes were fixed on Russell.

Upon seeing this, Wang Lin's eyes flashed red, but he ultimately restrained himself.

Russell, too lazy to say more, casually pointed his right finger at a cultivator in the Northern Region of Luo Tian.

The monk hesitated for a moment, and Russell snorted coldly.

A sudden gust of wind arose in the void, and a giant hand, over ten feet in size, materialized out of thin air. The wind from the palm howled like thunder, and all the surrounding cultivators felt a chill run down their spines.

The large hand moved faster than lightning, instantly grabbing the cultivator in its palm, ruthlessly pulling him off the teleportation array, and slamming him heavily to the ground.

The cultivator's cultivation level was only Yin Deficiency. When the giant hand touched him, he felt his entire body's Yuan Power freeze. When he landed, his face was ashen, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged to circulate his energy.

A hint of impatience flashed in Russell's eyes.

He originally intended to devote himself to seclusion and break through to the late stage of Nirvana. If it weren't for the Palace Master's request, why would he be wasting his time here?

He utterly despised this conferment of immortality.

(End of this chapter)