My Immortal Cultivation Game Life

Chapter 267: Chapter 135: The Immortal from a Million Years Ago

All were terrified and incredulous, staring at the man who had opened his eyes.

“He’s not dead?!” someone cried out, their voice trembling with fear.

“Who exactly is this person? Sealed within the Spirit Jade for millions of years, yet still alive?!”

Lu Yi was equally horrified, feeling his scalp tingle with shock.

In the inheritance land of the Immortal Sword Sect, instead of finding the Immortal Sword Scripture, he encountered a living person!

Sealed in the Spirit Jade for millions of years and still alive, what level of existence could this be?

Immortal?

The crowd was overwhelmed with shock, their hearts were uneasy, and some even felt the urge to flee.

However, as the young man opened his eyes, a terrifying pressure emerged, binding everyone in place, to the extent they could not even move.

Even Great Mahayana cultivators were the same.

All hearts sank further; such a fearsome pressure could hardly be achieved even by Tribulation Crossing Practitioners.

Immortal!

The word emerged in everyone’s minds, inciting greater terror.

The cracks within the crystal deepened, and with a crackling sound, pieces of Spirit Jade fell to the ground, and the young man inside was exposed to daylight once again.

The Immortal Sword vibrated and hummed as if it were a small creature, circling around the young man.

The young man swept his gaze around, his pupils flashing with golden Sword Patterns, seemingly filled with nostalgia.

Eventually, he turned his gaze to the Immortal Sword, with golden Sword Patterns swirling as he reached out to stroke the long sword. It was as if a voice from the ancient past resounded, “Every other has perished, yet only you remain by my side.”

He drifted slowly out of the room, the Immortal Sword following closely like a pet.

The young man glanced at the broken Resentful Corpse on the ground, his expression calm, and he sighed, “You too, have departed…”

He pointed, and an unimaginable power enveloped the shattered Resentful Corpse. The pitch-black blood reversed its flow, and the fragmented body began to reassemble, until finally, the corpse was restored.

Afterward, the black scales on the Resentful Corpse’s body gradually disappeared, returning to a normal human appearance. It was an old man with an air of a sage, white hair, white eyebrows, and a ruddy complexion as if he were merely asleep.

The young man looked at the old man, silent for a long while, before letting out a deep sigh, “Rest in peace.”

The old man’s body turned into sparkling golden light, drifting away bit by bit.

Within the light, the old man’s specter appeared. His face was fierce, full of hatred, but upon seeing the young man, his expression changed, tears streaming down as he chuckled and sobbed. At last, he straightened his stature and bowed deeply to the young man.

As he bowed, the specter of the old man also faded slowly.

The young man touched the place where the old man had disappeared, watching until the light vanished, before he drifted in front of the assembled cultivators.

All the cultivators were deeply afraid; this young man was far too frightening—a casual gesture from him was beyond a mortal’s means.

The Resentful Corpse had been dead for millions of years, yet he could put the corpse back together, even restoring the Resentful Corpse’s mutated body to its original form, and awaken the lingering obsession within it.

What immense power was this?

Although the young man harbored no killing intent, to an Immortal of his caliber, they were likely no more significant than ants, and killing them would not require any intent.

The young man’s gaze swept across, finally resting on Lu Yi.

Lu Yi felt his scalp tingle, and his heart was extremely anxious. He had many tricks up his sleeve, confident in escaping even when facing a Cave Void, or even Unification Mahayana Realm cultivator.

But this was an Immortal!

No matter how powerful or exceptional Lu Yi was, he was just a minor Nascent Soul cultivator—how could he escape from an Immortal’s grasp?

The young man’s eyes swirled with golden Sword Patterns, and a tenderness appeared on his calm face as he cracked a slight smile, “Have you cultivated the Immortal Sword Scripture?”

Lu Yi found himself no longer restrained, able to move and speak.

He looked at the young man, who now seemed gentle and apparently had no intention of troubling him.