On a vast grassland which seemed to merge with horizon, the moon cast an intense, furious glow, illuminating the landscape with a breathtaking radiance. The grasses danced with the wind and the night was dead silent except for the whooshing of the wind that broke the silence occasionally.
Suddenly, the still night was shattered; a cacophony of thunderclap broke out like a chorus of angry spirit.
A blade slashed the sky open creating a dimensional rift and a figure cloaked in black floated through the destructive space hole. Suffering was etched onto his face but his eyes gleamed with gusto.
After a hundred years, I the blade of death finally escaped the immortal dungeon" The man exclaimed and a diabolical grin trailed his lips as he craned his neck.
Though a hundred years meant nothing to an expert like him who had lived for more than a thousand years, living in a place akin to hell for a hundred years, a place where even the devil would dare not tread, it was definitely a big deal.
He was quite thankful that he had not succumbed to the madness looming over him. The immortal prison was a place where those who offended the council were confined; those who were too powerful to be killed by the Nine Supremes.
And speaking of those despicable bastards.....they had the guts to lock him in that shithole.
The Nine Supremes were the elders of the council with their position just below the palace masters.
As if on cue, the space around him became unstable and a wormhole appeared.
"Speaking of the Devils" the Blade of Death thought.
Nine entities floated through the wormhole, their faces frozen in icy expressions and chiseled with fierce determination. Yet, their eyes gleamed with murderous intent and a cold calculation that belied their frozen exterior.
However a look of disbelief kept flashing through their eyes.
"I still don't understand how he is able to break through the barrier around the immortal prison" Thane one of the Nine Supremes whispered to the rest.
"Even an immortal like me will lose hope of seeing this world if I am locked in there."
Like the name entails, the immortal dungeon is used to confine immortals and powerful cultivators. Throughout history, there had never been a single entity that was able to escape the damned prison.
Death was the only redemption when one was placed in there.
And heck, the one who achieved the feat is not even an immortal.
Is he the immortal cultivator or are we the one? They couldn't help but question themselves.
What the hell is going on here?
Vorgath, the leader of the nine supreme stepped forward and drawing his sword, he leveled it against the blade of death. His voice dripped with venom as he spoke.
"I have to say that you are a worthy opponent seeing how you survived the perilous abyss and you were able to raise your cultivation at that. You sure are a talented young man. But unfortunately, your opponent is the council."
Tang xi also known as the blade of death watched the nine supreme with a smirk on his face. Shadows of disdain danced beneath his eyes.
"A hundred years ago, who would have thought that nine immortals would gang up against a rogue cultivator at the immortal ascension plane? Even at that, the nine of you were unable to kill me..." his voice trailed off and his smirk enlarged to one filled with arrogance and pride as he remembered the battled which occured one hundred years ago.
Man…it was legendary. Tapestry of cracks filled the spaces as Cosmo energy clashed against one another. night turned into dayunder the radiance of their destructive sword light. That battle was the talk of the century and the rogue cultivator who called himself the blade of death became a legend.
Unfortunately, the legend was defeated and locked inside the immortal prison.
And now he is back.....
"Do you think that you can defeat me now that I have attained the immortal realm?" His cultivation based soared to the immortal plane.
Indecision flashed through their eyes but upon recalling the embarrassment from a hundred years ago, rage fueled their determination.
Vorgath appeared to be the de facto leader of the nine supreme and he drew his blade.
"The will of the council is the decree of heaven. You will have to die today." Vorgath proclaimed with his face impassive and his eyes filled with unwavering determination to kill this pain in the ass.
"I guess I will have to destroy the heavens then. But I warn you; none of you are worthy." A katana appeared in his hand, its blade gleamed with ravenous hunger for blood and the runes on it shimmered with otherworldly intent.
As soon as he drew the weapon, his aura soared with majestic grace, his presence assuming the sharpness of the blade.
"What a ruthless Sword Dao"
"But unfortunately, it won't be enough to stop us"
Undaunted by the energy, the Nine Supremes stood firm, their own swords radiating a fierce, matching energy that seemed to crackle with intensity.
Tang Xi sneered in contempt as they charged at him.
In their world, they had the ability to harness an energy which they called Cosmo. Cosmo energy was the energy joining the heavens to the earth. Some called it the energy of life and it bestowed upon them superhuman abilities. Some could destroy stars and even worlds with the might of their fist.
Meanwhile, Tang Xi was locked in a furious melee combat with the nine Supremes. Cosmo struck like thunderclap as they clashed, threatening to create a void in space.
However, the land wasn't so fortunate like space. Craters appeared for miles around them and the once beautiful grassland was no more, leaving behind a scorched land in its wake.
"Die for me" Sera one of the nine Supremes howled as he thrust his sword forward with deadly precision and with all the speed that came with being an immortal cultivator but his sword met only an after image.
Tang Xi danced through the fray with serpentine agility, his movements fluid and evasive as he clashed with the nine Supremes. With absolute precision, he parried each strike, his katana flashing in the moonlight.
To the horror of the nine supreme, they were purely outmatched both in skill and raw power. If they were embarrassed by the outcome of the last match a hundred years ago, then they would probably die of shame right now.
…That is, if they survived the onslaught of this fiend who called himself the blade of death.