Chapter 625: Zhou Yi’s Innate Sword Qi

"Senior Zhou Yi!" Wang Lin whispered.

He could sense that, besides external factors, the Death Qi surrounding Zhou Yi was primarily due to Zhou Yi having no will to live; he yearned for death.

Wang Lin recognized the Formation before him and knew that with his current cultivation, he couldn't break it! Perhaps, only Zhou Yi himself could break it.

Although Wang Lin's voice was weak, it echoed within the rift. Zhou Yi's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hollow gaze. Within this emptiness, there was extreme sorrow, and his face remained blank.

Just then, Ling Tianhou's Divine Thought, which was behind Wang Lin, burst out of the golden light prison with a bang, changed direction, and transformed into Sword Qi again, heading straight for Wang Lin.

A soft sigh echoed throughout the rift. This sigh came from Zhou Yi's mouth. The moment the sound spread, Ling Tianhou's Divine Thought, which had transformed into Sword Qi and was rushing towards Wang Lin, immediately disintegrated!

The Sword Qi dissipated, but it formed a ball of light that floated motionless above the fourth sword.

"You, leave…" Zhou Yi never looked at Wang Lin and closed his eyes again.

Wang Lin had come all this way, his Primordial Spirit severely damaged. He couldn't even leave his body now, and his Primordial Spirit had withered to the size of an infant. Its originally crystalline body was now murky.

He had used all his Divine Abilities, everything he had, and finally reached this point, simply because Zhou Yi had shown him kindness. Yet now, all he received were three indifferent words from Zhou Yi.

"You, leave…"

A deep mocking expression appeared on Wang Lin's face; this mockery was not directed at others, but at himself.

"Your heart is dead, I really shouldn't have come!" Wang Lin shook his head and turned to walk towards the exit. Zhou Yi's kindness had already been repaid the moment he stepped into this rift, the moment his six Primordial Spirits collapsed.

"My heart is dead… The moment Ting'er left, my heart truly died…" The blankness on Zhou Yi's face and the sorrow in his eyes deepened.

He had been sealed here by Ling Tianhou. For hundreds of years, he had been in a daze. He knew about the invasion of the Ancient Demon's remnant soul and didn't want to stop it. Only the golden light between his brows, which represented his infatuation with Ting'er, was something he didn't want to discard.

With a light sigh, Zhou Yi raised his right hand, which had completely turned purple, and gently flicked it forward. A golden light shot out abruptly. This golden light contained a surge of Sword Qi, so powerful that even Ling Tianhou back then was greatly discomfited by it. This was precisely the Innate Sword Qi of the Rain Immortal Sword's sword spirit! Zhou Yi only had ninety-nine such Sword Qi within him!

When he pursued Ling Tianhou back then, he released most of them. Now, only four remained within his body!

The Sword Qi went straight for the ball of light above the fourth sword embedded in the ground, piercing directly through it!

Although Ling Tianhou's Divine Thought was strong, it was still inferior to Zhou Yi's Innate Sword Qi of the Rain Immortal Sword!

The ball of light shattered, and Ling Tianhou's Divine Thought within it was immediately shredded by the Sword Qi, turning into sparkling specks of light. As the Sword Qi swept across, they flowed like a galaxy into Wang Lin's body in an instant.

Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, at this moment, instantly absorbed those sparkling specks of light, and his damaged Primordial Spirit recovered at a frantic pace.

Almost instantly, his Primordial Spirit not only fully recovered but even felt a slight expansion before slowly stopping. The crystalline light had not completely dissipated; the remaining portions automatically found Ling Tianhou's Sword Qi within Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit and merged with it.

In the blink of an eye, this Sword Qi became three times sharper than before!

"My Innate Sword Qi cannot remain within your body; I cannot give it to you… You were injured because of me, so I will help you recover. You, leave… And don't come back again…" Zhou Yi's voice slowly emanated.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly. As he walked out, he patted his Storage Pouch, and the Pagoda containing Zhou Yi's Divine Sense appeared. Wang Lin glanced at it and tossed it backward.

"The promise from back then, I, Wang, have fulfilled. This Pagoda will no longer be guarded!"

Zhou Yi's eyes snapped open, gazing at the Pagoda beside him, his sorrow immense enough to fill the sky.

"Ting'er…"

Wang Lin paused, without turning back, and said, "Her name isn't Ting'er. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Azure Frost!"

Zhou Yi's spiritual body trembled violently. He lifted his head, the hollowness in his eyes gone, replaced by sharpness.

"Azure Frost?"

Wang Lin turned around, looked at Zhou Yi, and without speaking, threw out Qing Lin's Jade Slip.

Zhou Yi's gaze sharpened. He immediately grabbed the Jade Slip, scanned it with his Divine Thought, and his expression changed instantly. After a long while, he muttered bitterly, "Azure Frost…"

"The daughter of Immortal Emperor Qing Lin. This Qing Lin is the strongest expert in the Immortal Realm. Rumor has it that when the Immortal Realm shattered, this person escaped and is hiding in an Immortal Cave in the Demon Spirit Land, recuperating!" Wang Lin said calmly and slowly.

The sharpness in Zhou Yi's eyes intensified, and a trace of vitality gradually emerged within his body. The purple Qi on his body immediately swirled faster, but it couldn't stop the manifestation of this vitality.

"You mean, Ting… Ting'er's father is recuperating in an Immortal Cave here? Wang Lin, are you sure about this?"

Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yi and shook his head, saying, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I'm not certain."

The blankness on Zhou Yi's face was also gradually dissipating. He murmured to himself, "That's right, this isn't something that can be confirmed… But… if Ting'er's father is really here, then with his cultivation, he can surely awaken Ting'er…"

At this moment, Zhou Yi seemed to have forgotten that the Ting'er he spoke of was merely a remnant soul of the white-robed female corpse, born from his thousand years of devoted protection. This remnant soul had already dissipated, no longer existing… "I want to take Ting'er to see her father, to let Ting'er… awaken…" The vitality within Zhou Yi's body grew stronger and stronger. The purple Qi on his body immediately seemed to boil, frantically impacting the golden light between his brows.

"Disperse!" A sharp glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. The purple Qi on his body immediately struggled, trying to backlash, but it had no effect. It quickly scattered from Zhou Yi's body, eventually being completely forced out of him, transforming into large swathes of purple Qi that disappeared through the underground Formation.

As the sword spirit of the Rain Immortal Sword, if the Ancient Demon's remnant soul from the Water Demon Prefecture had come personally, then perhaps Zhou Yi, with only three Innate Sword Qi remaining, would be unable to resist.

But at this moment, dispelling his Demonic Qi was not difficult for Zhou Yi.

As the purple Qi dissipated, Zhou Yi's entire body became crystalline, like flowing water. He took a deep look at the Pagoda, and with a wave of his right hand, a Sword Ray immediately flew out from within the tower!

This sword was small and delicate, clearly meant for a female cultivator. This sword was one of the Rain Immortal Swords!

Zhou Yi was the sword spirit of the Rain Immortal Sword. At this moment, his body swayed, immediately transforming into a crystalline light that merged into the small immortal sword. In that instant, a surge of Sword Qi immediately crisscrossed within this rift!

Just then, the three Divine Thought light spheres floating above the north, south, east, and west parts of the ground Formation immediately flew over, transforming into Divine Thought and heading straight for the immortal sword where Zhou Yi was located.

A cold snort emanated from within the sword. Immediately after, Zhou Yi's Innate Sword Qi swept out, and earth-shattering sounds instantly echoed throughout the entire Tidal Abyss. The sharp Sword Qi seemed as if it wanted to cleave the abyss open.

The three light spheres immediately collapsed, swallowed by Zhou Yi who had materialized from within the immortal sword. As for the projections of the four Primordial Spirit Swords on the ground, at this moment, they also dispersed under the sweep of the Innate Sword Qi, collapsing along with the Formation.

The rift sealing Zhou Yi collapsed in an instant!

"Ling Tianhou, for hundreds of years, though I, Zhou, was sealed, if my heart hadn't died, how could your Seal have trapped me! I am the sword spirit of the Rain Immortal Sword, coeval with heaven and earth, inheriting the four ancient Sword Intents! Though I cannot kill you, you also shouldn't dream of sealing me against my will!

These past few hundred years, although my heart died, I could constantly feel the Legacy of the ancient Sword Intent. If we meet again, let's see if my cultivation is still the same as before!" Zhou Yi merged into the immortal sword and flew out the moment the rift collapsed.

Wang Lin followed closely behind, one sword and one person, appearing outside the rift.

Zhou Yi materialized on the immortal sword, still dressed as he was back then, but now he looked even more weathered. In his hand, he held the Pagoda. Zhou Yi looked deeply at the Pagoda and offered it to Wang Lin.

"Wang Lin, please keep it safe for me!"

Wang Lin nodded, took the Pagoda, and placed it in his Storage Pouch.

Zhou Yi's gaze fell upon Wang Lin, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He said, "In just a few hundred years, you've reached this point. It's truly commendable!"

Wang Lin sighed softly and said, "Thank you, Senior, for the Soul Transformation Crystal back then, otherwise…" Wang Lin shook his head, not continuing.

"The Soul Transformation Crystal was your reward for guarding Ting'er, no need to thank me. If anyone should be grateful, it should be me, Zhou, thanking you… I never expected that after a few hundred years, you and I would still meet. I suppose if you hadn't been determined to find me, we probably wouldn't have met today." Zhou Yi saw Wang Lin about to speak, waved his hand to interrupt him, and after a brief thought, said, "Wang Lin, I remember there were two immortal swords in the Pagoda back then… Is the other one still with you?"

Wang Lin patted his Storage Pouch, and the immortal sword where Xu Ligou resided flew out.

Within the immortal sword, Xu Ligou immediately sensed Zhou Yi's presence. He was also a spiritual body, and his perception was extremely deep at this moment. The other party was like the master of all sword spirits, making him instantly feel a sense of awe. He even felt that perhaps the other party was the true sword spirit of the immortal sword he was residing in! He was merely occupying a cuckoo's nest.

"Oh?" Zhou Yi's eyes gleamed with crystalline light when he saw the immortal sword. With a flick of his right hand, Xu Ligou immediately flew out from within the immortal sword. A fawning expression appeared on his face, even more intense than when he faced Wang Lin.

"Senior, I am Xu Ligou. My master made me reside in this immortal sword; I didn't force myself into it."

Wang Lin's expression immediately turned unsightly, and he gave Xu Ligou a cold glance.

Zhou Yi laughed heartily and said to Wang Lin, "Wang Lin, my Divine Abilities cannot be passed on to you, but this spiritual body is good. I can have him perceive the ancient Sword Intent with me, catalyzing his growth until he can completely control your immortal sword!"