Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 3671 - 3671: Immortal Emperor Wuya

At this moment, at the very bottom of a forbidden ground, an Immortal Emperor’s soul was chained up to a stone pillar. Strange black glyphs flickered within the soul.

Miserable howls rang out from the soul, filled with despairing pain.The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

The strange black glyphs inside the soul was the Imprint of Soul Incineration and Stabilisation. This curse would make the soul face unimaginable pain and torture constantly.

At this moment, Jian Chen slowly appeared near the stone pillar. He stared at the soul chained up against the pillar in a daze as his heart trembled violently.

He had already found out about the true identity of the soul.

He was one of the past great elders of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens, Immortal Emperor Wuya.

Immortal Emperor Wuya was a figure from the same age as Immortal Emperor Taihang. He was one of the only three Immortal Emperors of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens back then.

Among the three Immortal Emperors of the past, Immortal Emperor Taihang had already perished on the Grand Sovereign Heaven. All of the disciples from the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens who left with him had met a bad end.

Right now, in the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants, he met the second person among the three Immortal Emperors, Wuya!

From elder Nong, Jian Chen learnt that Immortal Emperor Wuya had already perished several hundred thousand years ago, yet his soul was here right now, which meant that Immortal Emperor Wuya had already been tortured for several hundred thousand years.

Looking at how much pain Immortal Emperor Wuya was in, Jian Chen immediately felt sorrow, together with surging killing intent towards the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants.

“Senior Wuya!” Jian Chen tried calling for him, but Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul had already been tortured to a point of madness. He had lost his mind, so he could not hear anything from Jian Chen at all.

That only made Jian Chen’s heart ache even more.

To the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens back then, both Immortal Emperor Taihang and Immortal Emperor Wuya were prestigious seniors, yet he currently suffered such inhumane torture, which left Jian Chen filled with pain.

Jian Chen stared at the chains on Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul. After a close examination, he confirmed that the chains did not harm Immortal Emperor Wuya. He raised his hand and cut through the chains with a few strands of sword Qi.

However, with the chains severed, Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul had only been freed. It did not alleviate any of the pain he suffered.

Jian Chen looked through his possessions before taking out a golden fruit from the space in his soul. It was covered in a thin layer of Xuanhuang Qi.

This was a mid grade God Tier heavenly resource. Although it mainly benefited the body, it could also benefit the soul to a certain degree.

Without any reluctance, Jian Chen directly crushed the priceless heavenly resource that possessed Xuanhuang Qi in his hand.

Immediately, a heavy fragrance wafted out. Even just a whiff of it was enough to make him feel like his cultivation had progressed drastically.

Jian Chen contained the fragrance with a spatial barrier before refining the fruit in his hand into juice. Afterwards, he turned the juice into a medicinal cloud of mist before channelling it into Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul carefully.

As the essence of the heavenly resource entered his soul, it seemed to have a replenishing effect. It became slightly more consolidated.

At this moment, his howls gradually weakened until they vanished completely.

That did not mean that Immortal Emperor Wuya’s pain had vanished. He had just endured it forcefully with his great willpower, so he stopped howling hysterically.

“Senior Wuya!” Jian Chen called out gently again.

“W-who are… you…”

This time, Jian Chen finally received a response. Immortal Emperor Wuya let out a mental pulse that was extremely feeble.

As he did that, his soul twisted violently. The face he conjured blurred, clearly enduring pain that Jian Chen could not comprehend.

“I am a disciple of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens,” said Jian Chen.

“The Sword Sect… of Violet Heavens… right? How is… the sect… right now…”

“The sect is well right now. We already have an Immortal Exalt watching over us.” Jian Chen knew he could not go into the details, so he gave a simple introduction of the situation.

“Immortal… Exalt…” Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul only said those two words before falling silent for quite a while.

“Senior, how do I save you? How do I remove the Imprint of Soul Incineration and stabilisation?” Jian Chen continued to ask.

“Can’t… be removed… and… can’t be saved. If you really are… a disciple of the… Sword Sect of Violet Heavens, then… then… then… kill… me…”

“K-k-kill me…”

“Kill me… q-quick, kill… me…”

Each word seemed to take all of Immortal Emperor Wuya’s strength to utter, requiring extremely great willpower. When he said the final word, he could not help but howl again. His soul spasmed violently.

If it were not for the Imprint of Soul Incineration and Stabilisation’s consolidation, the inhumane agony probably would have ripped his feeble soul apart a long time ago.

Jian Chen did not understand the Imprint of Soul Incincernation and Stabilisation, so he immediately asked the Source of Life, the Primeval Divine Hall, and the twin swords.

As it turned out, neither the Source of Life nor the Primeval Divine Hall understood this technique. They could only see that it was quite profound and created by a peak expert. They knew nothing else.

Jian Chen immediately fell silent after hearing the sword spirits’ explanation. He stared blankly at Immortal Emperor Wuya who endured the excruciating pain as his heart weighed heavily.

He had finally found one of the original members of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens after so much difficulty, yet they were in a state where death was guaranteed. The deep sense of powerlessness was torturous to Jian Chen.

Kill him?

How could he bring himself to do that?

“Argh! Argh! Argh— K-kill me, kill me… quick, kill me…”

“I-if you really a-are a disciple of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens, t-t-then I beg you. Quick, kill me…”

“Kill me… kill me… set me… free. Please… I beg you… I’m begging you…”

Immortal Emperor Wuya’s soul twisted violently as if it took him all of his strength to say those broken words. He was in agony, basically wishing for death.