I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

After much contemplation, he shook his head slightly.

“Forget it, forget it, if I were to steal, I’d go after the immortals. How could I, without shame, bully my juniors for just two Spiritual Treasures…”

Heaven’s Secret Child covered his chest, repressing the pain, and pondered where to regain his face. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

“After ascending to the Immortal Realm, I will recount in detail to the Iron Crown Immortal the deeds of those two. Given the fiery temper of that couple, there will surely be a good show!”

“Hehehe…”

Thinking of this, Heaven’s Secret Child couldn’t help but let out a strange laugh, and immediately tossed the Spiritual Treasures to the back of his mind.

…

Eastern Sea.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on a nameless small island.

The island was protected by hundreds of formations, not for attack or defense, but all designed to shield against divination.

In the center of the formations.

A black and red heart the size of a human head pulsed loudly, emitting a dazzling spiritual light, and slowly transformed into a human figure over two feet tall.

“Immortal, you have finally come back to life.”

The Spirit Ginseng doll happily circled the little man, eager to touch the tender head of the Immortal.

“Even after several experiments, I still find this Distraction Curse very strange. Witchcraft Curse Technique is vastly different from Immortal Path Supernatural Abilities. I wonder if there is a complete lineage existing today!”

Zhou Yi looked down at his palms, tender as a baby’s, with only ten percent of his mana remaining.

The exotic heart cultivated by the Distraction Curse determined after death the size of the resurrected body, which depended on the amount of gathered vital energy.

“I wonder if my feigned death deceived the immortals.”

Zhou Yi did not have much confidence in this, especially since Heaven’s Secret Child was adept at divination, and the Black Heart Demon Lord had been killed by the Severing Heaven Sect.

“But even if he did calculate it, it doesn’t matter. He’s unlikely to care, even if Xiao Yunzi casts aside his shame to come after me and kill me. I’ve left Distraction parts in the southeast, south, and north of Dong Sheng Divine Continent…”

“Even if I resurrect in the Divine Continent and cannot escape the continued pursuit, I have one last move deep in the Eastern Sea. At most, I will lose some mana!”

Three hundred years ago, a buffalo carrying Kunlun Cave Heaven flew eastward for a hundred years.

The speed of the Innate Demon God’s flight was several times faster than when leaving the Nine Continents, after which he plunged Kunlun Cave Heaven into the seabed.

In the Cave Heaven was an exotic heart, Zhou Yi revived and continued to flee. Even the immortals did not dare pursue him into the Dead Spirit Sea Area, for fear of risking total destruction.

“All else is external; as long as the Longevity Dao Fruit exists, I stand on invincible ground!”

Zhou Yi’s figure wavered, morphing into a young daoist as he pulled out piles of Spirit Stones from his storage bag and began to cultivate on the island.

Unless the three immortals ascend, Zhou Yi would rather his realm fall than recover Kunlun Cave Heaven.

That was his ultimate life protection!

…

Qingyun Mountain.

Han Zhao followed the instruction of his master and established a ceremonial mound.

The mound was placed on the most auspicious site of Qingyun Mountain, with an inscription reading “Tomb of the Heavenly Master.”

The seventh day after the funeral had just passed.

Han Zhao came to the mound to burn ceremonial paper and saw a figure standing in the distance, dressed in a scarlet official robe. He hurried over and bowed deeply.

“I pay my respects to the Celestial God!”

“Formalities are unnecessary.”

Gu Xiao spoke, “You may call me Martial Uncle.”

“Martial Uncle?”

Han Zhao looked puzzled and asked, “Is the Celestial God also a cultivator of the Qingyun lineage? How come my master never mentioned it?”

“Sigh…”

Gu Xiao heaved a sigh, “It seems that your master harbored some resentment before his death, otherwise, he wouldn’t have hidden his identity from you.”

Han Zhao’s eyes became more bewildered. After joining the mountain at age three, his daily life consisted of reciting scriptures and cultivating; he had never left the mountain to explore the Cultivation World, let alone understand the significance of the Master of Qingyun or the Heavenly Master.

“Your master was the prime disciple of the Three Teachings, a teacher in the Heavenly Court!”

Gu Xiao reminisced for a long time and said, “When I first met your teacher, I wonder if it was eight hundred or nine hundred years ago. At that time, he had just formed his Nascent Soul. He was a Loose Cultivator without any affiliation…”

The mountain wind howled, fluttering the daoist robes.

In front of the unremarkable mound, Gu Xiao slowly recounted the past to Han Zhao, not omitting any detail, big or small.

“Your master was a free spirit, never aspiring to achieve great things. Terms like ‘prime disciple of the Three Teachings,’ ‘ennoblement of many gods,’ and even that position of the Heavenly Master, were all forced upon him by others!”

“Your teacher’s favorite spot was Flying Immortal Pavilion, where he would discuss profound topics with the female cultivators there, owning the only Supreme Card ever issued since the pavilion’s establishment!”

Gu Xiao mumbled to himself, “Others said your teacher was slick and sycophantic, but he was truly genuine; otherwise, how could he have relinquished that Heavenly Emperor position which was within his grasp?”

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss…

Han Zhao had inhaled countless breaths of cold air, and looking at his master’s modest grave, he suddenly felt an unreal sensation.

Such a monumental being, and all that remained was a lonesome three-foot grave?

“Uncle-Master, should we rebuild Master’s grave?”

“No need.”

Gu Xiao said, “It is good as it is. If we truly build a grand tomb, not only will it draw unwelcome attention from the current Celestial Emperor, but it will also invite idle folks to come and pass judgment!”

Han Zhao nodded, “On Qingyun Mountain, there’s only me and Uncle Niu; we will never let idle people disturb Master’s peace.”

Gu Xiao was surprised, “Yellow Ox is still on Qingyun Mountain?”

Han Zhao said, “Of course, with Master’s dying entrustment, Teacher Niu has been protecting the inheritance of Qingyun Mountain’s Daoist practices.”

“Yellow Ox truly is loyal, not in vain did Senior Brother pay a hefty price to bring it back from the cycle of reincarnation.”

Gu Xiao said, “About today’s tribute, don’t mention it to anyone else to avoid trouble. If you encounter any issues in the future, you can take the gold certificate to the Heavenly Court, as I am the current Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel!”

“Thank you, Uncle-Master.”

Han Zhao bowed respectfully; he was still bewildered about his Master’s past.

Not long after Gu Xiao left, another figure emerged.

Watching Han Zhao, who was burning paper offerings, Bai Suixin asked, “Are you the successor of the eldest senior brother?”

“That’s right.”

With his mood gradually settling, Han Zhao asked, “Uncle-Master, are you also here to pay tribute to Master?”

“Also?”

Bai Suixin raised an eyebrow, fingers calculating, and said coldly, “I was just too busy executing a wicked dragon, allowing that ragtag bunch from the Severing Heaven Sect to get ahead. Don’t let that scoundrel deceive you, young man!”

Han Zhao replied, “Junior will heed Uncle-Master’s instruction.”

Bai Suixin took out some yellow paper, burned it in front of the grave, and muttered a bunch of words. Before leaving, he told Han Zhao,

“If you ever find yourself in trouble, come directly to the Heavenly Prison to find me. With your Senior Brother’s friendship, even the gravest of sins can spare you your life!”

“Many thanks, Uncle-Master.”

Han Zhao had just said goodbye to Bai Suixin when another figure appeared before the grave…

…

Meanwhile, far away.

On the shore of the Eastern Sea was a Nameless Barren Mountain.

On the mountain, a large troop of monkeys gathered, forming groups; the nearby villagers called it Monkey Mountain.

That day.

A monkey holding broken stones returned to the dwelling of its tribe, and from afar, it heard the incessant, disordered chattering of the monkeys.

The monkey joined in with a few cries and leapt through the forest, passing through hundreds, if not thousands, of its kin to reach the home it had built.

It placed the broken stones into its nest, shaping them into a nest-like structure.

Cheep cheep cheep!

Upon hearing the calls of its half-sibling brothers, the monkey couldn’t bother with its nest anymore; it replied with a few calls and leaped over to play.

Night fell.

The monkeys each retreated to their own homes, and this monkey lay down in its nest to sleep.

In a hazy dream, the monkey saw an endless sea of blood, slowly engulfing it, unable to struggle or resist.

Outside the dream.

The same monkey uttered a few cries, leaping through the jungle, passing through hundreds, if not thousands, of its kin to reach the home it had built.

It placed the broken stones into its nest, shaping them into a nest-like structure.

Cheep cheep cheep!

Upon hearing the calls of its half-sibling brothers, the monkey couldn’t bother with its nest anymore; it replied with a few calls and leaped over to play.

Night fell.

The monkeys each retreated to their own homes, and this monkey lay down in its nest to sleep.

In a hazy dream, the monkey saw an endless sea of blood, slowly engulfing it, unable to struggle or resist.

Outside the dream.

The same monkey uttered a few cries, leaping through the jungle, passing through hundreds, if not thousands, of its kin to reach the home it had built.

It placed the broken stones into its nest, shaping them into a nest-like structure.

Cheep cheep cheep!

Upon hearing the calls of its half-sibling brothers, the monkey couldn’t bother with its nest anymore; it replied with a few calls and leaped over to play.

Night fell.

The monkeys each retreated to their own homes, and this monkey lay down in its nest to sleep.

In a hazy dream, the monkey saw an endless sea of blood, slowly engulfing it, unable to struggle or resist.

Outside the dream.

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