Chapter 1463 - Another Meeting with the Tailor

Lady Snowjade’s face was ashen. Her eyes filled with bewilderment as she scanned her devastated surroundings.

The ground ran red with rivers of blood.

Just a few minutes ago, she was the leader of the Six Desires Demonist Sect, the greatest orthodoxy in the Profound Eternity Realm. She’d wielded vast authority.

She’d been full of smug confidence as she placed an inescapable net. She’d figured that if Su Yi dared show up, he’d meet with certain doom!

But now, everything had gone up in a puff of smoke.

Just who was Su Yi?

Lady Snowjade was more bewildered than ever before. She didn’t get it. Even after racking her brains, she couldn’t wrap her head around it.

He’d obviously never been to the Epoch of Demonism before, yet now, numerous immortals had rallied around him. From beginning to end, he'd crushed her trap with overwhelming force.

Su Yi glanced up at the sky, then back at Lady Snowjade. “Back then, Shen Mu died because of you. Now, it’s your turn.”

He then said to Shui He, “If she wants to die with dignity, let her. If she refuses, help her out.”

Shui He smiled sweetly. “Got it!”

Su Yi then led Wu Meng, Black Toad, and Bai Tuo away. From beginning to end, he didn’t spare Lady Snowjade a single glance.

......

“Dignity?” Lady Snowjade’s delicate frame quivered. She understood what that meant.

She looked at Shui He. “Before I die, might I ask just... who the Eminence you speak of?”

Shui He thought for a moment, and her eyes blazed with admiration bordering on fanaticism as she said straight from the heart, “His Eminence? The heavens cannot sway him, the Dao cannot impede him, and immortals cannot offend him!”

Confusion was written all over Lady Snowjade’s face.

Shui He shook her head. “At your level, you wouldn’t understand even if I told you. It’s time for you to make a choice. If you want to die with dignity, send yourself on your way.”

Lady Snowjade fell silent.

A moment later, something suddenly occurred to her. “What about my martial uncle? Why hasn’t he come to my aid?”

Splurt!

Lady Snowjade felt a piercing pain in her throat, and her head flew through the air.

Astonishment was written all over her face.

Shui He waved and smiled sweetly. “I’m an impatient sort. I couldn’t wait for you to make your decision, so I sent you on your way personally~!”

Lady Snowjade’s head rolled to the ground, and her headless corpse collapsed into a puddle of blood.

A moment later, the silver lightning filling the skies descended, instantly reducing the primary peak of the Thousand Eddies Divine Mountains to powder.

Shui He, meanwhile, transformed into a silver lightning bolt and shot through the air.

The Thousand Eddies Divine Mountain now lay in ruin, and the greatest faction of the Profound Eternity Realm, the Six Desires Demonist Sect, had gone up in a puff of smoke!

......

A stretch of barren wilderness shrouded in fog.

A thin old man in a round black cap sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Tailor.

A bone mirror floated in front of him, reflecting everything that transpired at the Thousand Eddies Divine Mountains.

“Those old monsters... are all still alive!?” The Tailor frowned, his face full of alarm and bewilderment. Waves of emotion coursed through his heart.

He wasn’t mistaken. The old servant sticking to Su Yi like a shadow was Wu Meng, the founder of the Demonic Court of Ten Thousand Domains, a terrifying existence who’d stepped into the Immortal Dao hundreds of thousands of years ago!

The shabby, unkempt old man was most likely the Black Toad King, an unparalleled old devil. The mere mention of his name made even prominent experts of Demonism give in to fright.

The white-robed man who called himself Bai Tuo was most likely the Manifesting Stars Demon Lord! A highly terrifying Xiantian demonic spirit!

And the silver-haired Shui He... The Tailor couldn’t recall who she was.

But there was no questioning that she was no weaker than the Black Toad King or the Manifesting Stars Demon Lord!

“This is obviously the Temple Master’s first time in the Epoch of Demonism, yet he can command these old-timers freely... there’s got to be some kind of enormous secret behind this!”

The Tailor’s gaze was shifting and uncertain. He realized that something wasn’t right here, and his heart filled with unease.

He’d been involved in this deathtrap targeting Su Yi, plotting against him from the shadows.

Only now did the Tailor realize he’d been wrong. The Temple Master had long since ceased to be the man he remembered. He didn’t just control the power of reincarnation; he had other, enormous secrets too!

A moment later, the Tailor’s expression shifted dramatically as Su Yi and Lady Snowjade’s conversation emanated from the bone mirror.

“You think too highly of yourself. The one I really want to kill is your martial uncle. I’m just getting rid of you while I’m at it.”

“Damn the Temple Master!” The Tailor gnashed his teeth, his eyes surging with hatred.

A long time ago, one of his Grand Dao Clones had crossed the River of Spacetime to enter another stretch of stars.

His clone had remained there ever since, using a secret art to send back imprints of his experiences at regular intervals.

It was for this reason that the Tailor knew all about the Temple Master.

But not long ago, his clone sent word that he and the Temple Master were about to lay all their cards out on the table and determine victory and defeat once and for all.

He said that if he won, he’d send back word immediately.

If there was no further word from him, it would mean he’d lost.

In the end? There’d been no word from his clone ever since.

How could he fail to understand the implications? His clone must have lost completely!

“No, I cannot remain here. I have to leave immediately!” The Tailor put away his bone mirror, rose, and turned to leave.

Whoosh!

He blurred into a streak of gray, and within just a few breaths of time, he’d left this stretch of heaven and earth completely.

A little less than ten minutes later, the Tailor abruptly stopped in his tracks.

A tall, stalwart man had appeared in the distance, like a primordial barbarian god. A blood-red spear rested on his shoulders. Stingingly bright immortal light revolved around his entire body.

An immortal!

The Tailor gasped, then turned to flee.

But mere moments later, he stopped once more, his expression unsightly.

Yet another person had appeared to block his path.

This time, it was a black-robed middle-aged man with a three-foot golden coffin on his back. He was smiling at him, his gaze playful. A whirlpool of golden immortal qi swirled behind him, manifesting terrifying visions of purgatory.

Meanwhile, the massive spear wielder approached from behind, his every step shaking the mountains and rivers.

A pincer attack!

“Don’t be afraid. His Eminence wishes to speak with you before we kill you,” the middle-aged man in black said with a laugh. He looked at the Tailor as if he were prey just waiting to be slaughtered.

The Tailor’s expression shifted. Two immortals blocked his path, one in front, one behind. They’d both completely locked onto him!

“How... did you find me?” The Tailor furrowed his brow. He quickly regained his usual calm, and he didn’t act recklessly.

The black-robed middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.

“A secret? I think I can guess. You must be carrying one of my clones!” The Tailor paused, then continued, “But why... would long-established experts of the Epoch of Demonism, people who’ve long since dazzled the world.... serve a young Transcendent from the depths of outer space?”

The black-robed middle-aged man smiled. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that.”

As for the tall, stalwart man, he tittered, as if he’d just heard a joke as enormous as the heavens themselves. “The Transcendent Realm? Ha!”

The Tailor instantly fell silent.

He could tell that these two had no intention of answering any of his questions.

Before long, an enormous, blood-colored crow soared over from the distant skies. Su Yi, Bai Tuo, Hei Chan, and the others stood on its back.

The group reached the Tailor in the blink of an eye.

“Long time no see, ol’ tailor.” Su Yi walked over with his hands behind his back.

The blood-red crow instantly transformed back into Wu Meng. Shui He, Bai Tuo, and Black Toad stuck close to Su Yi, like stars clustered around the moon.

This only made Su Yi seem even more like a sovereign surveying his domain!

The Tailor’s eyes flashed as he stared intently at Su Yi for a long while. Suddenly, he said, “Long ago, the Blood Firmament Immortal Sovereign led a group of immortal powerhouses into the Epoch of Demonism to search for someone called Wang Ye. Was he... perhaps one of your past lives?”

Su Yi was briefly stunned, but then, he nodded. “That’s right.”

The Tailor’s gaze grew complicated, and he sighed. “No wonder... The Six Desires Demonist Sect didn’t lose unjustly.”

The Temple Master really was different from before!

He was now Shen Mu too, and more importantly, he was Wang Ye!

A terrifying existence even Immortal Sovereigns were searching for! Someone who could rally a whole group of powerful immortal experts immediately upon arriving in the Epoch of Demonism!

By comparison, the former greatest orthodoxy of the Profound Eternity Realm, the Six Desires Demonist Sect, wasn’t even worth looking at.

“What about you? Who have you been serving all these years?” Su Yi took out a jug of wine and asked casually.

The Tailor’s eyes flashed. “Want to know?”

“Of course,” said Su Yi with a nod.

As they conversed, Wu Meng and the others stood at a distance, their auras completely enveloping the entire area. Not even an immortal could have escaped.

But the Tailor didn’t seem at all concerned.

His gaze was calm and composed, with no sign of his earlier panic.

“I,” said the Tailor, pointing up at the heavens with a profound, inscrutable light in his eyes, “am a divine emissary carrying out my deity’s orders here in this world!”

A hint of contemptuous pride appeared on his brow as he said this.

A divine emissary?

Wu Meng and the others were stunned.

Su Yi’s eyes narrowed, but then he laughed. “No, you aren’t. You might be following the will of whatever god you worship, but... you’re at most one of their devotees. People like you are more aptly known as... god slaves.”

The Tailor stiffened imperceptibly, then jeered, “What do you know about divine emissaries? You’re just making wild guesses. Laughable!”

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “What do

you

know about what I know? I've seen a divine emissary before, and I’ve also seen a god slave. I even saw a true goddess atop the River of Spacetime.”

Luo Yao had crossed the River of Spacetime, coming all the way from the Boundless Battlefield. She naturally qualified as a goddess. And Luo Yao called him her Daoist Brother!

And that was even before factoring in that two of his past lives had apparently perished in combat against the gods!

Yet the Tailor was calling himself a “divine emissary” and even mocking him for not understanding what that meant. Su Yi couldn’t help but find it ridiculous.

“Are you serious?” The Tailor’s brow furrowed in obvious disbelief. “The will of the gods connects the past, the present, and the future. It transcends the River of Epochs. Even experts of the Immortal Dao can only gaze upon them from afar! Are you... sure you saw a goddess?”

The more he acted like this, the greater Su Yi’s urge to laugh. The Tailor had always been a top-notch schemer endowed with extraordinary intelligence. But now...

No matter how Su Yi looked at him, he seemed like a mere fool!