When the slayer of immortals becomes an immortal, and a calamity lies hidden within a mechanical slave!
When I failed my seventh spiritual root test, I tore off my right arm. Embedded inside was the sword pill that had shattered my immortal body three thousand years ago.
As a bionic quality inspector for Saige Corporation, I destroyed my kind whenever they awakened spiritual roots, until I personally executed my only friend. With his dying breath, he plunged the sword pill into my chest, and memories of the lightning tribulation burst open:
I had been the Sword Venerable of Qingyun, defeated in my tribulation. The company had turned my remnant soul into a weapon, a “human-shaped heavenly tribulation”!
The 118 suppression runes along my spine drained my spiritual marrow and fed it to the CEO atop the Heaven-Reaching Tower.
Each swing of the sword pill consumed a century of my life.
As the mechanical monks’ chants locked up my nerves and the company’s wanted notice labeled “Sword Pill = 365 days of Heaven-Reaching Tower power,” I crushed a Buddhist bone relic and fed it into the crack in the sword pill
The green lotus atop the tower suddenly opened its asura’s blood-red eyes. Its markings were exactly the same as those on my sword pill...
So the so-called slaying of immortals was nothing but raising them like livestock!
“Saige’s dogs,” I said, wrenching open my chest and pressing the sword pill against them. “Let’s see what this heavenly tribulation does
Will it slay the immortals first, or you?”
