I'll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers - Chapter 46:

Chapter 46: The Creep Who Followed

Deep within the Sword Prison.

There was no sword Qi here, and no sword wind either.

Mountains had been torn into bottomless chasms by terrifying sword intent, and the sky was blanketed by thick black clouds, letting not even a sliver of light through.

Suddenly—

Demonic Qi surged!

It erupted from the ravines like magma, roaring and endless.

When it reached a critical mass, a pale hand gently waved, and the boundless demonic Qi burst into motion, crushing the lingering sword intent.

This entire domain…

was now ruled by demonic Qi!

“Jian Tongming…”

“Look at yourself now—don’t you look like a dog?”

The pale hand clenched.

Beneath the tide of demonic Qi, a young and sharp face emerged. At first glance, he seemed to be about the same age as Lu Hengge. But in truth, he had lived for over ten thousand years—older than the founding of the Three Thousand Dao Sect itself.

At that moment, this “young man” was stepping on the broken body of an old man.

The old man’s grey Daoist robe was in tatters, his sword intent completely suppressed by the demonic Qi, leaving him powerless.

“I regret it. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” the old man said hoarsely, spitting blood.

The blood wasn’t bright red—it carried a black mist.

Demonic Qi had entered his body.

Clearly, in the battle just now, his sword intent had lost to the demonic Qi of this “young man.”

The “young man” laughed wildly.

His laughter shook the depths of the Sword Prison, as if he were its true master.

“Jian Tongming, did you really think you beat me back then?”

“I was just playing along.”

He shook his head in disdain.

Hearing this, Jian Tongming’s pupils shrank. He murmured repeatedly, “Impossible… At that time, you had just stepped into the Divine Ascension Realm, while I had already reached the peak—and I was a sword cultivator, capable of battling across realms…”

Cultivators relied on their Dao heart.

If it wavered, their cultivation would crumble.

But a moment later, Jian Tongming sneered, “You think you can break my Dao heart with that? You underestimate me!”

“I, Mo Ditian, don’t believe in those hypocritical bald monks of Buddhism,” the man said calmly. “But I do like one of their principles—never lie. Since I was born into the demon race, I’ve only deceived the world once—when I pretended to lose to you.”

“My veins carry the bloodline of the ancient demon imperial clan. I practice the techniques of ancient almighties.”

“Jian Tongming, sword cultivators aren’t the only ones who can fight above their realm. Your worldview is far too narrow.”

Mo Ditian lost interest.

His true goal was to leave this world.

If not for the legendary Immortal Cauldron, he would’ve destroyed the Three Thousand Dao Sect long ago.

Jian Tongming’s expression trembled with shock—he finally remembered who Mo Ditian truly was.

The last direct descendant of the ancient demon clan’s imperial bloodline.

There were rumors that Mo Ditian was not of this world, but had been thrown down from the Immortal Realm. For tens of thousands of years, he had been trying to find his way back.

The two were silent for a moment.

Then Jian Tongming laughed bitterly, “You win.”

Mo Ditian was right.

His view of the world had been too narrow.

He had thought that with his peak Divine Ascension Realm cultivation, and having fully comprehended the essence of the sword heart, he could become the first in this world to ascend.

But in the end…

He was going to die.

Even peak Divine Ascension wouldn’t save him.

Meanwhile, Mo Ditian had lived far longer than him and still showed no signs of running out of lifespan.

At that moment, Jian Tongming gave in.

Sometimes, all the hard work in the world couldn’t surpass someone born with superior bloodlines.

Mo Ditian looked down at him with some regret.

“I thought you’d at least reach the Half-Step Immortal Realm after all these years. Turns out you’re still stuck where you were. I came excited for a good fight—what a disappointment.”

Back then, for certain reasons, Mo Ditian had held back against Jian Tongming, allowing himself to be defeated and humiliated.

Now their roles were reversed.

But stepping on Jian Tongming now didn’t bring him any pleasure—it felt dull.

“Peak Divine Ascension is my limit,” Jian Tongming said calmly.

“This is my fate.”

Suddenly, his sword intent exploded—not to fight back, but to destroy himself, cutting his body, bones, and soul to pieces.

Mo Ditian withdrew his foot.

Jian Tongming was already dead.

Even without interference, he wouldn’t last an hour.

“Pathetic worm.”

Mo Ditian looked to the heavens.

His true enemy wasn’t Jian Tongming—but the Heavenly Dao itself, which had blocked his return to the Immortal Realm.

Killing Jian Tongming was just a grudge from long ago.

But tracking the Heavenly Dao or even killing it was another matter entirely—an impossible one.

Jian Tongming’s body grew more ruined by the second.

Mo Ditian glanced at the dying corpse once more with not even a hint of pity, then turned and left.

The Immortal Cauldron!

He had to find it.

Ten thousand years ago, he learned it was in this region. The Three Thousand Dao Sect hadn’t been founded yet. Despite searching thoroughly, he found nothing.

At the time, he had only just reached the early Divine Ascension Realm and had encountered Jian Tongming. Though his power was far superior, some terrifying presence hidden in the sword intent had locked onto him.

One wrong move, and he would’ve died.

That’s why he had allowed himself to lose.

Now, ten thousand years later, he had returned—not just to settle the score, but to see if that terrible presence was still there.

After the fight just now, Mo Ditian felt relieved.

That dreadful existence seemed to be gone.

The heavy burden on his heart was finally lifted.

“Hmm?”

His eyes narrowed.

Far off in the distance, a slim figure darted between the ravines.

“Someone else in the depths of the Sword Prison?”

Black light flashed through Mo Ditian’s eyes.

In an instant, Lu Hengge’s striking white hair and sharp face appeared in his vision.

A few breaths later, curiosity stirred in Mo Ditian’s heart.

“There’s no cultivation aura on him, yet he can move freely in the deepest parts of the Sword Prison. Judging by his path, he’s heading toward the largest burial mound in the area…”

Mo Ditian turned toward that enormous black tomb in the distance.

Its peak pierced the clouds, reaching beyond the black sky.

Should he follow?

Truthfully, Mo Ditian hesitated.

He had only confirmed that the terrifying being was no longer present—what if it was merely asleep?

But he was also intrigued by Lu Hengge.

After one second of thought, he glanced at the nearly dead Jian Tongming on the ground, casually picked him up, and quietly followed behind Lu Hengge.

Now that he was at peak Divine Ascension, even if he couldn’t defeat that terrifying entity, he could still escape.

Besides, he wanted to know—

what was inside that massive black sword tomb?