I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Heavenly Court’s misidentification of Sun Changsheng was a good thing for Zhou Yi.

The gaze of immortal true gods converged, no longer paying attention to the mortal realm, let alone the declining Mysterious Primordial Sect.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years passed.

Senior Sister Xuan Yu’s cultivation reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, purifying her mana daily, quietly awaiting the opportunity for Core Formation.

Junior Brother Xuan Li grew into an adult, with ordinary features and nearly the lowest Four Spirit Root aptitude, only reaching the middle stage of Qi Refinement.

“The spiritual energy in Dongsheng Divine Continent is truly rich, Xuan Li’s cultivation speed isn’t inferior to those with top aptitudes in the Nine Continents!”

Zhou Yi had been stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for a while, using the excuse that his Dao heart was not whole, he dared not trigger the Core Formation Heavenly Tribulation. Every ten years, he met with the Goodwill God Zhou Xin to report that there were no changes at Mysterious Primordial Mountain.

“Xuan Yu might succeed in Solidifying Pill!”

Zhou Xin took out a purple pill and instructed, “Lead her to take this. It will disturb her mind during the tribulation, causing her Core Formation to fail.”

Zhou Yi nodded in agreement, then turned around and crushed the pill into powder.

The true gods of Heavenly Court used some secret technique to envelop the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent. As soon as someone attempts tribulation, it would trigger a curse, intermingling several powerful heavenly tribulations and secretly disturbing the cultivators’ spirits.

Zhou Yi, having read through the scriptures of the three teachings, had never heard of such a technique.

“Even if the path of immortality aligns or defies the heavens, there has never been divine skills to intensify heavenly tribulation. It must be heterodox divine skills!”

Time flowed like water, sunlight like a shuttle.

Another ten years went by.

At the age of thirty, Xuan Li, knowing his aptitude was lacking, bid farewell to his master to leave the mountain and continue the lineage.

On Mysterious Primordial Mountain, only three individuals remained, the teacher and two disciples. Ling Weizi might have become disillusioned or perhaps had other plans, but in recent years he hadn’t left the mountain to take in new disciples.

That day.

The night was deep.

In her sleep, Xuan Yu saw a white-bearded Taoist.

“I pay my respects to Master.”

A cultivator can worship more than one person as master. Even if they were taught by a stranger in a dream, Xuan Yu held such a one in reverence as a master.

The old Taoist gently stroked his beard and said, “You have been at the peak of Foundation Establishment for some years now, and you’re ready to trigger the heavenly tribulation at any time. However, with or without Core Formation Spiritual Objects, failure is inevitable!”

“Inevitable?”

Xuan Yu’s expression changed slightly, not out of doubt but recalling her senior and second senior brothers.

“I implore Master to show me a way out!”

“This poor Taoist has a Buddhist method of Samsara, which can trace memories of past lives, but this method is somewhat risky…”

The old Taoist said slowly, “It might lead to the collapse of your Dao heart or the possession of your past life, both outcomes akin to dying and Dao vanishing. Even if you safely survive the ordeal of Samsara, the influences you receive could dramatically change your personality!”

Xuan Yu looked doubtful; righteous cultivators extremely avoided heterodoxy.

Once unable to maintain control, the consequences would be more tragic than death!

“Master, may I ask if my previous life had any connection with you?”

The old Taoist’s eyes held a distant, ancient look, and after a long while, he let out a sigh.

“That was a matter from a very long time ago, with little karmic connection. It’s just that this poor Taoist is too old, and for some reason, I feel nostalgic about the past.”

Xuan Yu didn’t understand just how long ago that was, perhaps a thousand or three thousand years. After careful thought, she spoke.

“Please, Master, perform the ritual!”

…

Meanwhile.

It’s said that Sun Changsheng gained an official position and, using the names “Heavenly Master” and “Big Senior Brother,” he mixed quite happily in the Heavenly Court.

In just thirty years, he was promoted three times.

From a Ninth Grade steward to a Sixth Grade prison warden, and with both strength and connections, he secured his position solidly.

That day.

Sun Changsheng finished his cultivation and, holding the Token, entered into the Eighteen Layers of Heavenly Prison.

Following the numbers, he drew blood from each prisoner sparing humans a bit and taking extra from demons.

Over a hundred thousand prisoners quickly formed a Blood Pool.

“With so much cultivator blood, countless lives would have been slaughtered in the mortal realm. Now, without committing slaughter or violating heavenly laws, I can collect such a bounty every few days!”

“Master was right, at the end of the Dao indeed lies officialdom!”

Sun Changsheng returned to his cave dwelling and gulped the Blood Pool into his stomach.

His belly had been refined into a storage space, hundreds of feet in size, and it was filled with cultivator blood, with 48,000 Stone Monkeys floating and sinking within it.

After finishing the day’s routine, Sun Changsheng sat down to cultivate.

At that moment.

A message came through, surprisingly from Eastern Emperor Huayangzi.

The Four Heavenly Emperors of the Heavenly Court were the earliest to achieve True Godhood, and then they retired behind the scenes, not even showing up in the court. Huayangzi coming out and sending a message today was to hold a millennium celebration for True Gods, inviting Sun Changsheng to the feast.

“With an emperor’s invitation, I cannot refuse.”

Sun Changsheng summoned his subordinates to inquire about the Emperor’s hobbies.

Colonel Niu said, “The Eastern Emperor enjoys Ancient Scripture the older, the better, or perhaps ancient secret techniques.”

The path of godhood stops at True God, with no progression beyond, making it difficult to leave Dongsheng Divine Continent, and thus the chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm is out of reach. Therefore, Huayangzi set his hopes on ancient texts, contemplating the path above True God on his own.

“Ancient texts…”

Sun Changsheng’s eyes flickered, thinking there might be an inmate in the Eighteen Layers of Heavenly Prison who had hidden away Ancient Scripture.

“Give me the Eighteen Layers Token, I will visit my friend in captivity, Daoist Fang Yuan, and ask him for a few volumes.”

The inmates locked up in the Eighteen Layers of Prison were all at the level of Divinity Transformation, and they were kept there endlessly, directly imprisoned until their bodies perished and their Daos dissipated.

The most famous among them were several Demon Heads who had been leaders of demon sects.

After the immortalization of demon sect members, the remaining Demon Heads repeatedly rebelled against the Heavenly Court, and after several suppressions, they were nearly extinct. However, a few demon sects, either intimidated by the might of Heavenly Court or guided by their ancestors, complied strictly with the heavenly laws and commandments.

They shifted from the demonic path to a side sect, even making additions and amendments to the Cultivation Techniques they practiced.

Still, if one wished to look for evidence of crimes, it could always be found. The several demon sects involved, from top to bottom, were all imprisoned without exception in the Heavenly Prison.

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