First Immortal of the Sword-Chapter 1919 - Heaven’s Chosen

With the Yin-Yang Diagram defending him, Feng Wuji wasn’t injured, but he was wretched and out of sorts.

He rose from the crater beneath him, his dirt-smeared face full of disbelief.

It was one thing for Su Yi to force him back in a single punch. Now, Su Yi had gone and suppressed him with a single palm strike! This was despite Feng Wuji using the Yin-Yang Diagram. Even with this mighty defensive treasure’s help, he couldn’t resist Su Yi’s palm strike.

It was simply unreasonable!

Feng Wuji vividly recalled that Su Yi had only just proven his Dao and become an Immortal King about half a year ago.

Five months ago, at the Immortal Peach Assembly, Su Yi revealed his newfound Great Martial Stage cultivation base.

Two months ago, he and Su Yi clashed. At the time, Feng Wuji could fight back.

Now, he couldn’t even take a single hit!

Feng Wuji’s mind almost went blank. It’s only been two months. Don’t tell me Su Yi entered the Great Unity Stage already!?

“Give me the Yin-Yang Diagram, and I’ll let you leave alive,” Su Yi said calmly.

“Sure!” Feng Wuji gnashed his teeth. “If you’re capable of taking it!”

Boom!

His robes billowed around him, and his long hair danced in the air as he circulated the full extent of his Great Profound Stage cultivation base. A streak of blood-red yao qi swept forth like a windstorm, rising into the firmament.

A Grand Dao Hidden Realm appeared behind him. A massive Rahu God walked on the sun and moon, its massive body crushing an entire stretch of stars!

This strange phenomenon was terrifying to the extreme.

Fortunately for Feng Wuji, this was the outer periphery of the Cave of Divine Tears. It was perpetually shrouded in spacetime windstorms, and the power of the Laws of the Immortal Dao was incredibly sparse. Otherwise, the moment Feng Wuji displayed his full power, he would have met with divine misfortune!

“Die!” Feng Wuji roared, his voice booming like thunder throughout the nine heavens.

One step, and he arrived before Su Yi in a flash. His fingers formed a wondrous seal, and explosive, blood-red light gathered around his hand as he struck with all his might.

The power of an unparalleled divine son was enough to crush Great Profound experts of the Immortal Realm!

But in Su Yi’s eyes, power of that level presented no threat to speak of. His robes billowed around him as he stretched out his finger and flicked.

Bang!!!

The incoming blood-red Daoist seal shattered, and Feng Wuji was sent flying.

Su Yi’s gesture was as casual as if he were flicking a peanut off the table, but its terrifying power made the Yin-Yang Diagram sway violently.

This treasure’s defensive power is truly wondrous, Su Yi sighed to himself.

The Book of Karma said that of the Nine Mysteries of Chaos, the Yin-Yang Diagram had the mightiest defense. Looking at it now, it seemed to live up to its reputation.

If not for the Yin-Yang Diagram, Feng Wuji would have been injured a long time ago. He could never have stood here like this, completely unharmed!

“How is this possible?” Feng Wuji cried out in alarm.

He was an unparalleled divine son from the God Domain, and he had a shocking bloodline. Ever since arriving in the Immortal Realm, he’d had an air of superiority. Su Yi was the only one he took at all seriously. Everyone else was beneath his notice.

Yet now, Su Yi was crushing him with ease. How could Feng Wuji accept this all at once?

Boom!

He attacked once more with even greater force and momentum, but it was still to no avail. One palm strike, and Feng Wuji was sent flying back, wretched as could be.

This was what it meant to be an ant trying to shake a tree.

“You brought this on yourself. Don’t blame me for not being polite,” said Su Yi casually, one hand behind his back.

Feng Wuji’s expression shifted erratically, and his chest heaved with obvious frustration. It seemed he had trouble accepting this reality.

“Hand over the Yin-Yang Diagram.” Su Yi stretched out his hand and gazed coldly at Feng Wuji.

This wasn’t a request. It was an order.

“I...” Feng Wuji was so furious that he wanted to risk it all, but when he met Su Yi’s gaze, an inexplicable chill coursed down his spine.

In the end, he laughed bitterly. “I admit defeat! But first, can you explain how you got so strong so quickly?”

“I broke through,” said Su Yi.

The corners of Feng Wuji’s lips twitched, and he facepalmed and murmured in apparent distress, “Just as I thought. I knew there was no way you could have become so much stronger in just a few months without breaking through.”

He had a complicated look on his face, a mixture of dread, admiration, and understanding.

“No wonder the gods long for nothing more than to kill you. The power of reincarnation is far too heaven-defying and far too taboo,” said Feng Wuji. With that, he tossed over the Yin-Yang Diagram. “This Mystery of Chaos is quite strange. I couldn’t refine it and make it my own, so in my hands, it’s no more than an additional defensive talisman. I can't display its true power. Now, I’ll return it to its rightful owner!”

Having done all this, he couldn’t help but look Su Yi up and down once more. Then, with one last sigh, he turned and left.

“Wait,” Su Yi said suddenly.

“Do you still have business with me?” Feng Wuji frowned.

“Are any of the divine children you’re familiar with capable of fighting me?” asked Su Yi.

Feng Wuji was stunned. “What do you want to know that for?”

“I want to fight them.”

“....”

After a moment’s silence, Feng Wuji said, “In the God Domain, I could find a few rare geniuses among divine children capable of it. All of them are monsters born blessed with great fortune. But each of them has a more terrifying background than the one before, and all of them have cultivated alongside Master Gods from a young age. They have no need to fear failing to achieve divinity, and they naturally disdain coming to the Immortal Realm just to vie for such an opportunity.

“Master Gods have long since paved their paths, and they seek the strongest possible Path of Divinity. They’re far from ordinary. From the moment of their births, gods personally cleansed their pores, washed their marrow, and arranged everything they ate and drank. Their legacies of the Grand Dao and the paths they pursue are so grand that even most gods could only lower their heads in shame before them.”

Feng Wuji spoke with blatant, unconcealed envy.

But more than that, a sense of resignation, as if they were unattainably far away.

Comparing oneself to others would only lead to aggravation. That was especially true in the God Domain. The monsters he spoke of each had statuses so lofty that even most gods had to lower their heads before them!

Feng Wuji simply couldn’t compare.

There was a special title reserved for the people he’d just described: “Heaven’s Chosen!”

They were the most beloved children of the heavens, blessed with great fortune from the moment of their birth. They had terrifying backgrounds, and they were indeed like children of the Dao, the chosen of heaven—hence the title.

The word “heaven” represented these unparalleled monster’s backers, factions so mighty that they were like the Will of the Heavens of the God Domain.

After learning all this, Su Yi couldn’t help but feel surprised. He’d had no idea that the divine children were divided into ranks like this.

People like Qing Xiao and Gongyang Yu were, at most, eye-catching figures among the divine children. Their divine backers were gods, but only ordinary ones.

Unparalleled divine children like Gu Yunchan and Feng Wuji, peak figures among the divine children, had even mightier gods behind them, deities with enormous influence in the God Domain.

And the so-called Heaven’s Chosen were a level beyond that, the cream of the cream of the crop. Each was backed by a ruler-level faction of the God Domain!

Otherwise, how could they claim to represent the will of the heavens in the God Domain?

“Heaven’s Chosen are like the sons of an emperor in the mundane world. They’re lofty and far removed from the masses; ordinarily, it’s hard to even lay eyes on one. Thus, even if you know of their existence, there’s no way you’ll be able to interact with them in this lifetime,” said Feng Wuji.

“Once, by complete coincidence, I saw one of Heaven’s Chosen out exploring. Even their attendants included four gods! And their carriage was pulled by a Nine-Headed Golden Crow. Wherever they passed, gods and ghosts made way, and the masses lowered their heads, not daring to gaze directly upon them! Are their cultivations stronger than the gods’? No! Their status is just that lofty!”

But then, Feng Wuji let out another sigh. “But if you think it’s just their statuses and positions that are extraordinary, you couldn’t be any more wrong. Throughout the long history of the God Domain, practically every last one of Heaven’s Chosen successfully stepped on the path to the pinnacle of the God Realm, and every last one of them has astonishing, unparalleled aptitude! Take the leader of the Three Purities Daoist Court: a long time ago, he was one of Heaven’s Chosen. Now, he’s a true Master God!”

Here, Feng Wuji set those thoughts aside and said, “Everyone else pales in comparison to them. Still, the God Domain is home to trillions of people, and every era only gives rise to a handful of Heaven’s Chosen. If there were more of them, ordinary people practically wouldn’t even be able to live.”

It was obvious that Feng Wuji was more than just jealous of Heaven’s Chosen. He felt frustrated, too.

Su Yi understood. This was reality.

In a mundane nation, there was just one emperor, who only had a few children, but the nation was home to countless others, too. Most citizens would go their whole lives without ever laying eyes on the emperor's heirs. They naturally couldn’t interact with them in any way.

Heaven’s Chosen were much the same.

And wasn’t the Immortal Realm similar? To those ordinary cultivators who’d just begun their cultivations, even just becoming an immortal was an unrealistic, unattainable dream.

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To most immortals, the Three Stages of the Great Realm were like a legend. And to Great Realm cultivators, gods were lofty, supreme, and untouchable.

There was no doubt about it. The divine children had a similar view of Heaven’s Chosen.

The cruelest part was, in the Human Realm, not even the mightiest, most influential of experts could have imagined the scope and grandeur of the Immortal Realm.

It was like a barrier, a chasm separating those of differing strength and perceptions!

The ignorant thought that after becoming an immortal, you could live out your days in freedom and relaxation, but that was unquestionably utter nonsense.

Even more ridiculous was that ordinary folk pictured gods and immortals as shrewd and cunning, with emotions that didn’t show on their faces. They thought that beings as long-lived as gods and immortals would be above all acts of foolishness.

They were mere mortals, yet they thought they could decide how gods and immortals ought to behave.

Were gods and immortals really as they thought? No! The reality was, the stronger you were, the less you felt the need to mask your emotions. You could simply act as you pleased. Shrewdness and scheming were nothing in the face of absolute strength, so why bother?

Unless, of course, you kicked an iron board! That is, unless you were weaker than your enemy.

Feng Wuji dared to look down on the cultivators of the Immortal Realm. Was he stupid? Was he insane? No. His confidence was born of strength!

Had Feng Wuji encountered any other denizen of the Immortal Realm, they couldn’t possibly have been a match for him. Their levels are different, their positions were different, and their strengths were different. Thus, their perceptions were naturally different too!

Those who failed to realize this only proved their levels were too low, their statuses were too far inferior, and their strength was inadequate. This naturally led to problems with their perception.

It was these people who were truly stupid.