First Immortal of the Sword

“However…” said Xuan Ning, his bitterness and helplessness vanishing from his face.
A heartfelt smile took their place.
“Now that we’ve been reunited, I feel it was all worth it!”

Of course he was happy!

Five hundred years ago, everyone in the Nine Provinces believed that the man whose blade suppressed the heavens, the sovereign of the Wilds, the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force, encountered an unexpected obstacle and fell in pursuit of the Grand Dao.

The world then descended into upheaval.

The various peak-level orthodoxies all got involved, and the distribution of land and power was reshuffled. 

Even the followers and disciples of the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force turned on each other.

It was a time of bloodshed and upheaval.

It was also the most uncertain, depressing period of Xuan Ning’s life.

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Now, seeing that his master was still alive, he felt as if light had returned to the darkness.
It was easy to imagine his delight and excitement.

“Only you, you stubborn little turtle, would be reckless enough to come looking for me.” Su Yi sighed.

He had nine legacy disciples in total.

Of them, the Xuanwu, Xuan Ning, was unquestionably the most stubborn.

It was likely due to his stubborn temperament that Xuan Ning went so far as to spend hundreds of years wandering the Netherworld in search of his master’s whereabouts. Despite knowing full well that hope was fleeting, he didn ’t hesitate.