Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 1158 - 1012: The Lord of Immortals

Chapter 1158: Chapter 1012: The Lord of Immortals

"You are..."

Qi Mingchan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a red-haired Westerner, probably around thirty or forty years old. His body was as muscular as a bodybuilder’s, and his face and body were covered with scars. His eyes were filled with a gloomy light.

Danger!

For some reason, upon seeing this man, he felt a chilling sensation all over his body, sending a shiver down his spine.

"This place is the ’Immortal Lord’s Space’..."

The red-haired Westerner said calmly, "I was born in the Great New Colony, and my name is ’Zhou Yan.’ As to why you are here, congratulations, you unlucky folks, you have been chosen by the supreme and omnipotent Immortal Lord to participate in a game... although there is no reward for winning the game, the punishment for losing..."

He cracked a smile, revealing his ghastly white teeth: "is death!"

"What?"

Qi Mingchan was immediately shocked; he had just been admitted to Mei Mountain University, and he was not ready to die.

"Lies!"

A female voice piped in as another person among those lying down woke up.

She had short hair and wore very gender-neutral attire, now scoffing, "Even the Thirty-six Orthodox Laws of Da Xin cannot lead to immortality, so who dares to claim the title of ’Immortal Lord’?"

"Whether I’m lying or not, you will soon find out."

Zhou Yan let out a cold laugh, quietly gazing at the crimson orb.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Mingchan approached the gender-neutral young lady: "Hello, my name is Qi Mingchan, from Mei Mountain University."

"Mu Yingyun... a junior at Bamboo Mountain University."

Although Mu Yingyun rebuked Zhou Yan, she had a sign pen in her hand that was flashing with light, using one of the Thirty-six Orthodox Laws, the ’Tsukumogami’ technique, capable of transforming objects that have been used by people for many years into spirits to scout the surroundings.

Meanwhile, others began to wake up one after another, with a monk being particularly noticeable.

He had red lips and white teeth, and on his bald head, the Precept Scars were neatly arranged. However, his eyes were like peach blossoms, making him look more like a star.

"Eh? I remember now, aren’t you that blogger who talks about Taoist devices, ’Flirty Monk’?"

A middle-aged woman in her forties called out, "and you often sell fake Taoist devices and talismans to deceive people..."

"Amitabha, I am ’Huaxin,’ not flirty," the monk Huaxin said with hands clasped together, "Besides, although those Taoist devices and talismans are rudimentary, they’re cheap, definitely not fake... otherwise, I would have been arrested long ago."

"Huaxin the monk should be in Central Shu... Mei Mountain University and Bamboo Mountain University are in Xindu..."

Mu Yingyun’s face took on a thoughtful expression: "Is there a Divine Skill capable of bringing people from all over in an instant to one place?"

Just then, the central crimson orb suddenly changed.

A line of cloud script emerged.

Even though Qi Mingchan had passed the ancient literature level six test, he could not recognize it at all.

But miraculously, as soon as one looked at it, even the illiterate could immediately understand its meaning.

"Welcome to the Immortal Lord’s Space!"

"Reincarnators, you will undergo a trial, and those who fail... will die!"

"Those who pass... will receive the reward to continue playing the game."

"Main mission: Participate in the first sword fight at Endless Mountain and assist the side factions in achieving victory."

"Factions: Shu Mountain (not selectable), West Kunlun Blood Sea King (selectable), Meishan Sect (selectable), Cold Mountain Temple (selectable)..."

...

"Why can’t Shu Mountain be selected?"

Qi Mingchan didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt very frustrated.

On looking to the side, he saw Mu Yingyun and monk Huaxin appeared to be at a loss, while the rest wore blank expressions, obviously clueless about the significance of all this.

"What? A direct sword-fighting mission?"

Zhou Yan’s face was filled with bitterness: "This mission... I’m afraid a lot of people will die..."

"Why do you say that?"

Qi Mingchan felt a ripple of fear.

"Sword fight missions are notorious for being extremely dangerous..."

Zhou Yan had not finished reflecting when everyone’s vision blurred.

When their sight returned, they found themselves in a desolate mountainous area.

Surrounded by dense trees and lush greenery, mountain ranges loomed in the distance.

The air itself seemed to carry some indescribable essence.

Qi Mingchan instinctively took several deep breaths and felt invigorated: "To effortlessly move us here in the blink of an eye, is this the might of the ’Immortal Lord’?"

"No... that’s not right..."

Mu Yingyun suddenly exclaimed: "My magic power... it broke through directly? Where on earth is this place? Why do I feel... I feel..."

"Hehe, it seems you too have felt it. This place is not the Mortal World but the ancient era of thriving spiritual cultivation, where Sword Immortals and swordsmen can be seen everywhere, and even Immortals who have achieved Long Life!"

Zhou Yan said, "We... are in the midst of history."

"The ancient era, a time when Immortals emerged? I thought it was just myth and legend..."

Monk Huaxin clasped his hands together, his eyes shining brightly.

"So, within the Immortal Lord’s Space, is it possible for us to achieve immortality?"

Qi Mingchan’s eyes sparkled: "If that’s the case... even at the risk of life and death, it’s worth it."

"Hahaha... you’re thinking too much."

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhou Yan suddenly burst into laughter, tears nearly streaming down his face, "Many reincarnators once had the same idea as you, and some even discovered ancient cultivation techniques in the task worlds and made it past beginner level. Unfortunately... after returning to the real world, they were still unable to cultivate, and the magic power they acquired in the task world would regress. How frustrating is that? However, some secular martial arts might still be applicable in the modern world..."

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhou."

Qi Mingchan’s expression changed, and he then sincerely expressed his thanks.

He was well aware that if Zhou Yan had harbored ill intentions, he could have purposely kept this a secret, allowing them to struggle immensely to gain hope, only to plunge them into despair in the end.

His willingness to share the truth now truly showed his good intentions.

Of course, he was still going to give it a try.

After all, it was about Cultivation!

If he didn’t try, he would always feel regret.

"The Thirty-six Orthodox Laws!"

Mu Yingyun suddenly spoke up, "Rumor has it that around the time of Da Xin’s founding, it was the era of Last Dharma, when all ancient divine skills and immortal methods were difficult to cultivate... It was later that many sages combined the teachings of various schools to establish the ’Thirty-six Orthodox Laws’, paving the modern path to the heavens."

"But even when mastering the Thirty-six Orthodox Laws to the extreme, becoming a different person with unique abilities, one would still be reduced to dust in the face of planes and missiles..." Qi Mingchan sighed.

For a moment, everyone felt lost and uncertain.

Meanwhile, in the wilderness, there was suddenly a hissing sound, and a gust of wind picked up as if a massive creature was rolling towards them.

"Not good."

Zhou Yan’s face changed, "Deep mountains and marshes give birth to dragons and snakes... These task worlds’ deep forests are very likely to harbor spirits and even condense poison or Evil Qi... which are extremely ferocious."

Before he had finished speaking, a python shot out, its body as thick as a bucket, with a purplish-red throat.

What’s more horrifying was that it was engulfed in a layer of grey-white Evil Qi. Wherever it passed, vegetation withered, leaving behind a trail like a line of fire!

This giant python was the local tyrant; though it had no intelligence, it instinctively breathed in the essence of the sun and moon and had condensed a breath of ’hundred poison Evil Qi’. Now, seeing a dozen or so humans, it immediately drooled foul saliva and sprayed it out with a hiss.

The grey-white mist spread out like a sweeping tide.

"Run!"

Zhou Yan’s face changed, a talisman stuck to his leg flashed, and he bolted!

It was only then that the others, belatedly realizing the danger, followed suit, but the slowest few were engulfed in the grey-white mist and fell to the ground with a scream of agony...

Upon hearing this scream, Qi Mingchan couldn’t help feeling utterly hopeless...

...

Qinghe Mountain.

Fang Xi played with a black jade-like mirror in his hand, known as the ’Mirror of the Illusion World’.

On its surface, the current predicament of Qi Mingchan and his group was being broadcast live.

Watching the group use various means to escape, though with significant losses, they finally evaded the pursuit of the poisonous snake. Some even encountered a stroke of good fortune, stumbling upon several wild Vermillion Fruits, he couldn’t help but smile, "Quite interesting..."

This ’Immortal Lord’s Space’ was naturally a casual creation of his.

The task space was simple enough, with the aid of the Law of Time, a thread of information from this world’s past was extracted and injected into the ’Mirror of the Illusion World’, which then naturally evolved into a world of its own.

Of course, because it was a Small Thousand World, the strength of the great immortals might be greatly reduced by one level, but it would still far exceed that of cultivators during the current era of Last Dharma.

Even though the Taoist techniques from the Heavenly Bureau were lost, making it difficult to practice many immortal methods in the current world, grasping them would still count as an opportunity.

Although... the death toll would also be quite heavy.

"Ancestor Lie Huo, Ling Chan Tongzi, Monk Di Xin, Xin Hongyun... looks like they’re all counting on me now," Fang Xi commented, with a touch of irritation on his face.

These people had made his life difficult in the past and he had fooled them thoroughly, causing them to reincarnate through countless worlds as animals and insects, until after the era of Last Dharma, they finally managed to cleanse a part of their karma and reincarnate as humans.

Once human, they became entangled in karma with him.

Without fail, they would come to join his sect, serving him as laborers, in order to fully expiate their sins.

Of course, Fang Xi would have none of that!

Not to mention disciples, he didn’t even want to take on students.

So he had given clear instructions.

Take Xin Hongyun for example, the first person who came back from transmigration, who even by chance had visited Qinghe Mountain.

In the end, he was straightforwardly turned away by Niu and Cui Feiniang, who were on the mountain at that time.

And now these people had been selected by the ’Immortal Lord’s Space’, to continue serving for Fang Xi, contributing their youth and toil.

Creating this ’Immortal Lord’s Space’ was not for fun or torment and definitely not without cost, as Fang Xi used the ’Mirror of the Illusion World’, a Taoist Device, for this purpose.

It was for the sake of comprehending the Reincarnation Rule!

Although he had already made significant progress by establishing Void Coordinates within reincarnation, with the aid of the Taoist Master Pill... he was still one step away from forming the nascent shape of the Reincarnation Taoist Seed.

According to Fang Xi’s thinking, it was probably because the reincarnation he was contemplating belonged to the reincarnation of this Big Thousand World, ultimately different from the reincarnation of other Big Thousand Worlds.

Therefore, to complete the Reincarnation Rule, he had to establish a Small World himself, throw in many reincarnators, and let them experience reincarnation, life and death... for him to contemplate.

These reincarnators were all his little mice.

And the potential and talents of people like Ling Chan Tongzi and Xin Hongyun... were indeed worth looking forward to.

"The nascent shape of the Reincarnation Taoist Seed is not too far off!"

A glint of anticipation shone in Fang Xi’s eyes.