noffsinger Chapter 111: Ironword’s Inheritance Grotto
Chapter 111: Ironword’s Inheritance Grotto
Chapter 111: Ironword’s Inheritance Grotto
Longwei stared impassively at the leading immortal boat. He stood on the immortal boat sent by the Bright Ascension Sect, and around him were several beauties. However, compared to when he first appeared and dazzled everyone with his dignified aura, Longwei exuded an almost frost-like aura. Even the beauties who endlessly flaunted their sense of presence were unusually silent and sullen.
“...Buzhou Immortal Sect.”
Longwei spoke those words in a whispering tone as if reminiscing, but the hatred within those three words was deeper than the ocean ravine. The beauties next to him, although not having comprehended the words spoken, all silently shivered.
“Junior Brother, is this the place?” Su Wanyu asked, the immortal boat having arrived at an underwater mountain with the tip peaking and forming a steep island.
Tianyi inwardly released a sigh of relief. The journey wasn’t long, just a few days. But the number of people who attempted to talk to him made him tired. “Yes, the entrance is slightly obscured and can’t be accessed from here. We will have to descend on foot.”
Su Wanyu nodded. Unless a force guarded it, most inheritance sites were hidden and would only reveal themselves to those with fate. Compared to the hundred or so number from the Buzhou Immortal Sect, adding the members of the other four sects, including the servants, increased the overall number to a thousand. Just that, with so many people, Tianyi had a headache.
“Sister Su, although I don’t know the exact limits of the inheritance site, a thousand people going in at the same time is too much,” Tianyi said.
Tianyi couldn’t see Su Wanyu’s lower face, but he got the distinct impression that she was smiling.
“No worries. We already discussed this the other day. We have decided to have a total of two hundred people entering this time. After removing the spots from our sect and our guests, we still have about seventy slots. We will take thirty slots to distribute to promising subordinates and distribute the rest of the forty equally between the four sects.”
“Sister Su is very thorough,” Tianyi said, praising Su Wanyu for her foresight.
“Brother Xi overpraises. I’m simply used to such matters.” Su Wanyu said.
“Oh right, is Dong Chifan among the people selected?” Tianyi asked.
“He is,” Su Wanyu said. She remembered it quite clearly since San Jiuling even caused a small argument to break out because of it. “You and Brother San both seem to have high expectations for him.”
“Being able to use a spatial technique at the Core Formation Realm, I’m naturally quite interested. Unfortunately, it was Brother San who met him. I possible, I wouldn’t mind referring him to join the Buzhou Immortal Sect.” Tianyi said, causing Su Wanyu surprise at how high Tianyi rated Dong Chifan.
“Why don’t you invite him then. I’m sure Dong Chifan would be elated.” Su Wanyu suggested.
The figure started speaking, but his eyes looked straight ahead without any signs of recognition of Tianyi or Jian Wuyan. Tianyi already knew it was something of a recording left behind by Immortal Ironword that would play whenever someone came into the pagoda.
“It is our ability to communicate and write! Through words, we are able to create anything. Through writing, we are able to recreate anything: past, present, and future! Words give names, and names give meaning. Nothing is more powerful than this!
After coming to such a realization and embarking on the Dao of Linguistics, I created the Eight Strokes Word Arts.
Don’t judge how simple it sounds. If used correctly, you can replicate the power of other Daos. If you master this Dao, you instantly master all other Daos!
But in consequence, the more difficult it is to learn the Eight Strokes Word Arts. I spent my whole life creating this art, but I have not completed it. It is an incomplete art. Oh, how I regret my uselessness. Perhaps I should have risked it all and entered into the Vast Void and researched the language of the other cosmos.
But what use is this regret? I can only hope one of you can succeed where I fail.
The requirements to learn my Magnum Opus is taxing. You must have knowledge concerning all sorts of techniques, such as alchemy, formations, sword arts, saber arts, spells, and many more.
On each level of the pagoda, there are numerous manuals that I have collected over my lifetime in order to create my Eight Strokes Word Art. On each floor, you must learn a certain number of techniques before being tested on how much you learned. If you pass, you can enter the next level, repeat until you reach the eighth floor, where my Eight Strokes Word Arts remains.
If you can elevate it to the pinnacle, surpassing the Immortal Realm and becoming a Divinity is a certainty. Oh, how I wished I could have reached the pinnacle, unfortunately, I could not and stalled forever on a bottleneck.”
The recording sighed in endless regret before dissolving into nothingness, leaving Tianyi and Jian Wuyan to their thoughts.
“Prince Xi, I feel that that the Eight Strokes Word Arts is very similar to your Nine Strokes Sword Arts.” Jian Wuyan said.
Tianyi nodded and didn’t deny it. “They’re similar and shared the same inspiration. I substitute my sword as a brush and write words to replicate the effect of numerous techniques. Eventually, it should reach the level of replicating Daos, but I am far from that level as I am now.”
“Wow, so this should be easy for Prince Xi to learn, right?” Jian Wuyan asked.
“No, although our arts share similar foundations, Immortal Ironword’s technique is broader and encompasses far more.” Tianyi also suspected that Ironword’s Eight Strokes Word Arts was far more incomplete than the Immortal imagined. Back on Earth, there was a significant difference between the two major types of languages: Eastern and Western. Not to mention all the numerous languages that did not contain the same origins as those two.
“Well, there’s no harm in learning these techniques. Who knows, we might find some obscure techniques among them.” Tianyi said as he began to look for books that might interest him. Jian Wuyan followed suit. As long as it did not hinder them, learning more techniques wasn’t a bad thing.
Within the Buzhou Immortal Sect, Immortal Redseal sat in a lotus position. He had been sealed in an isolated chamber, but it was nothing like a jail. Bright sunshine, clear skies, vast greeneries, and the chatter of animals who have not opened their spirituality surrounded him. Just standing there made one feel one with nature and increase their perceptivity towards the Dao.
But Immortal Redseal sat in contrast against all this as if in disconnect with nature.
Sporting a dark smile, he muttered to him. “Xi Mengfei, oh Xi Mengfei. You can say that your spawn isn’t a Dragon Emperor Clone, and even I believe it. But there will always be some who don’t. For the Dragon Emperor’s enemies who hated his very existence, just because you say he isn’t, do you think they will care? Killing a thousand innocent rather than letting a single sinner go, do you not understand such a thought process?”