Immortal Cultivator in a Fantasy World | On hold

In a deep forest far from the Heavenly Empire, a devilishly handsome young man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties was running for his life.

"UGH"

The handsome young man who had been running for an entire month was exhausted and panting heavily. His clothes were ripped apart and dirty, despite his face being spotless: flawless, showing that he had gone through a lot this past month from the continuous running.

"FUCK!"

The handsome young man spat as he saw six immortal men waiting to capture him. He had run so hard for the last month, but it seemed he couldn't escape or lose them.

"SHIT"

The handsome young man glared at the six immortals. Their faces looked like they were in their mid-forties, and you could see that they were all smirking and grinning.

"You did well in the running here, Ragnar."

"Hahaha. I was already getting bored waiting. I was about to leave, but it seemed your luck had run out."

The handsome young man exhaled. If they were waiting for him here, there's no point in running and trying to escape.

The immortals brought out their weapons.

"Ragnar quietly surrenders, and the emperor might give you a quick and painless death."

"Ragnar, stop attempting to resist anymore; your days are counted. The entire forest was already covered in inescapable nets; this time, you will be captured."

"Ragnar, you bitch, just because you're handsome, you've gone around stealing every woman. Now you dare to touch the Heavenly Emperor's wife. There's a limit to everything."

All the cultivators chasing him in his continuous running this past month had already arrived. Enemies surrounded him all around; there was already no way out.

It was a foregone conclusion that he would die either way he surrendered or fought back. That is what they thought, but for Ragnar, it was different.

Ragnar understood this clearly, but even in the face of death, his expression did not change at all; it was calm as water.

His gaze was quiet; his eyes were like a black void with no end.

The six immortals surrounding him were all a million years old with millions of battle experiences.

Around the heavily surrounded Ragnar, some were sneering, cursing, and roaring; their eyes were filled with hatred. They did not move: everyone was wary of Ragnar's final struggle.

Seconds have passed, minutes have passed, hours have passed. A full day has passed. None of them attack. None of them moved, not even an inch.

Ragnar, who had been silent and unmoving this entire time, slowly turned his body.

The immortals and the other cultivators were suddenly alerted and took significant steps backward.

"SWORD WILL!!!" Ragnar murmured.

Ragnar's body exploded, and an overwhelming aura filled with killing intent, causing the immortals to be pushed thirty kilometres back while the other weaker cultivators were coughing up gallons of blood.

If not because of the six immortals in the front, the cultivators behind them would have exploded into a blood mist.

"This is the power of full mastery of a sword, Sword Will; he is a sword, Divine," someone exclaimed.

A sword is a bladed martial weapon designed for cutting or thrusting. Sword Will, the highest level of swordsmanship mastery, either naturally or through training, displays extraordinary knowledge and skill in using a sword. With their skillful sword, they can demolish a whole new birth universe, battle an entire realm above you, take on greater groups of new birth immortals, and inflict harm on their enemies without actually killing them.

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Level of Sword Skills

Sword Novice: This level is for users who are new to the way of the sword and are not yet adept at fighting styles but can learn as they go under the instruction of a master.

Sword Savant: This level is reserved for individuals who possess exceptional swordsmanship abilities and can serve the empire as soldiers in an army. They can destroy a hill if they use a proper technique.

Sword Provost: This is a high rank of swordsmanship served as an elite army member with above-average skill. They can destroy an entire mountain with a single swing.

Sword Master: This is where the highest members of a swordsman can achieve what an Ancient Realm can do. They can destroy an entire continent with a single swing.

Sword Saint: This is what the average ruler of a kingdom can achieve. They can destroy an entire newborn planet with a proper technique.

Sword Divine: This is the highest level of swordsmanship mastery, either naturally or through training, and displays extraordinary knowledge and skill in using a sword. With their skillful sword, they can demolish a whole new birth universe, battle an entire realm above you, take on greater groups of new birth immortals, and inflict harm on their enemies without actually killing them.

Sword God:?????????

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FWOOSH

Four of the six immortals quickly returned to their place while the other two placed a protective barrier. They were protecting the cultivators who were with them.

The four soon surrounded Ragnar, with each specializing in a different technique. In an instant, the area circling Ragnar became heavy. It feels like he became an atlas carrying heaven on his body.

It was a potent combination attack.

"Heaven's Four Normal Laws Art"

Those that recognized it went wide-eyed with shock.

The Heavenly Empire, or to be specific, the Heavenly Emperor, was known for its variety of techniques; powerful techniques. Only a few were well-known.

The 'Heaven's Four Normal Laws' was one of them.

It was well-known across the Empire when four people joined forces to harness the energies of Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind to produce a power surge that was significantly stronger than the four individuals acting alone.

"FIRE!"

A flame erupted and scorched the skies.

"WATER"

Everyone in the distance could hear a wide ocean's pounding waves.

"EARTH"

When the word earth was said, a mountain arose in the sky.

"WIND"

Roaring gusts swept in between the sky and the ground.

The four immortals channelled their techniques into a terrifyingly powerful force that charged directly toward Ragnar.

Ragnar, on the other hand, stood still and expressionless. It was as though the dreadful energy focused on him was nothing.

"Ragnar, just surrender while we can still stop this attack."

"No one has ever come out unscathed after being hit by it, even though it's only a natural law combination attack by the Heaven Four Normal Laws Art. You won't be an exception even when you are a quasi-immortal king!"

Still, Ragnar didn't move. The four immortals then launched their attack. The four natural laws have created an eruption of vibrant colours now bursting forth magnificently.

"FUUH," Ragnar silently exhaled.

As he stepped on the ground lightly, a terrifying sword energy more terrifying than the Sword Will he had used earlier shot out of Ragnar's body and exploded around him.

"!!!!"

For a few seconds, everyone, including the six immortals, could feel themselves being an ant getting crushed by a rock. The protective barrier the two immortals made earlier completely shattered, causing almost a hundred thousand cultivators to die. Only a thousand cultivators have left: only those ancient realm cultivators have specifically survived.

BOOOOM!!

A majestic sword appeared beside Ragnar.

Ragnar takes the sword in his hand, and a terrifying sword energy covers the entire blade, and the feeling that the sword gave was quite ominous.

"Heavens Nemesis Sword Technique: FULL COUNTER!!!"

BAAAAAAM!!!!

Ragnar's attack and the four immortals' combined attack collided, causing a large crater on the planet; with a seven-hundred-mile radius. This instantly causes all the remaining cultivators except the six immortals to die.

The four immortals near Ragnar got huge damage on them while the other two were coughing up blood.

Ragnar's body was covered in blood from head to toe as he looked about.

Hundreds of wounds on his body bled fresh red blood. Ragnar had created a sizable puddle of blood beneath his feet by standing there for a bit.

FWOOOSH!!! The immortals attacked.

BOOOM!!! Ragnar's countered.

The Fight continued for a week until only Ragnar was left.

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The memories buried deep in his heart came to vivid form this instant, flashing lifelike before his eyes.

"In the end, I was defeated." Ragnar moaned inwardly.

He was overcome by emotion, but his only regret in his five hundred thousand years of life was that he had no offspring. He anticipated this outcome when he made his decision and mentally prepared for it.

That is what you guys are thinking.

THUD

He fell on his back. He felt a strong wind.

"Hahahaha. Mother, please come out already, or I will die for real.

Suddenly a strong light appeared. That is what you guys are thinking.

When the light disappeared, a Goddess appeared with a flawless, elegant pale face on a curvy hourglass body with a perfect-sized chest and rear. Anyone who saw this otherworldly beauty would agree that only the universe's beauty could be compared to her.

Ragnar couldn't see her because his eyes were closed.

"My son, you can't die yet. If that happens, your mother will be very lonely, so that I will help you."

Ragnar didn't respond because he was already asleep and tired after so many things had happened.

Then she whispers a word.

"@$*&%@$!*$#"

Beautiful multi-coloured halos appeared around Ragnar.

It was an otherworldly word that only she could say. It is not a simple word that she whispers but a powerful word. It was a power that entered the phrase 'concept.'

A few moments later, after she said the otherworldy word, a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere. And then an enormous unknown power appeared in the forest.

"Where is this unknown power coming From?"

The people in the Heavenly Empire were pressured to the ground, almost every person in the Heavenly Empire was already on the floor, and even the mighty emperor, close to reaching the celestial realm, was kneeling with his hand touching the ground, trying to push himself to stand. It was unlike anything they had felt before.

Meanwhile, the multi-coloured halos reacted to the Goddess's unknown power by exploding into countless pieces, with each fragment exactly 100 inches long and 30 inches wide. If one looked closely, these fragments all became a rune.

A few moments later, the halo fragments surrounding Ragnar suddenly disappear with him.

"My son, I hope you will like this gift of mine. Have a wonderful vacation, and Happy five hundred thousand Birthday. See you soon, my handsome baby."

News of this ' unknown power' quickly spread throughout the Thousand Heavenly Realm like a massive wildfire. Nearly every big family and overlord knew the situation within an hour.

Unfortunately, this mystery will be unsolved for a long time until he returns.

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