I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Yang Xuan leapt onto the altar and sat cross-legged, sensing the crimson-gold blood gushing from his heart.

The Blood of the Witch God continued to replace his own, not integrate with it, and his blood seeped out through the pores, wrapping his entire body in black-red scabs.

He didn’t know how long had passed.

Yang Xuan circulated his Qi-Blood within his body, completely turning it golden. Wherever the blood flowed, it continuously strengthened his physique.

His Divine Sense now contained chaotic and complex memories from the Ju Mang witch clan’s inheritance.

There were curses that could be cast from thousands of miles away, bizarre and mysterious life-saving witchcraft techniques, Innate Divine Abilities that could hasten the maturation of Spiritual Medicine, and above all, combat techniques for channeling and wielding powers!

Yang Xuan stood atop the altar, circulating his Qi-Blood and threw a punch towards the vault of heaven.

Boom…

Thunderous roars sounded as clouds in the sky spread outwards from the center, creating ripples.

“With such power, I’m capable of shattering mountains, no weaker than a Nascent Soul Daoist. Now I’ve only replaced the witch blood; following this, there are bone swapping and flesh changing before I can completely transform into a member of the witch clan!”

With the inheritance in hand, Yang Xuan began to search for a way out.

Time was unknown within the Wu God Temple; if climbing the steps took hundreds of years, his parents would have passed their lifespan when he got out.

Following the inherited memories, Yang Xuan searched for a long while. There wasn’t a trace of Witch Rune on the entire mountaintop platform until he finally looked towards the altar where the Heart of the Witch God was worshipped.

After circling a few times, he crossed his arms, and with his rampant strength, he forcefully uprooted the altar.

A hidden, deep cavern was revealed beneath the altar, bottomless to the eye. Yang Xuan’s brows furrowed slightly, and suddenly he thought of a weakness of the witch clan.

“The witch clan prioritizes the physical body first and witchcraft second, but they don’t cultivate the Primordial Spirit…”

“This cavern was merely covered by the altar. Any Foundation Establishment cultivator could have discovered it with a sweep of their Divine Sense, yet I had to search for a long time, relying on luck to uncover it!”

“Isn’t this just the behavior of a pure brute? In a battle of magic and might, wouldn’t it be easy for others to scheme against them?”

Yang Xuan sighed. Even though he was aware of this flaw, he didn’t have a choice. Being without a Spirit Root had already blocked his path to immortal cultivation.

The witch clan didn’t need Spirit Roots; their Innate Divine Abilities stemmed from the ancestral witches, somewhat similar to the lineage techniques of demonic clans.

He leaped into the cavern, and as the whistle of the wind sounded beside his ears, he fell faster and faster. Yang Xuan felt like he was falling for a very long time until the entrance above had long been engulfed in darkness.

Boom!

A loud noise sounded as he hit the bottom of the cavern.

Yang Xuan’s entire body smashed into the ground, sinking several tens of feet deep. He shook his head to regain clarity and climbed out of the pit. Looking up, he saw a hundred feet tall god-statue standing before him.

It had the body of a bird and the face of a human.

Beneath the wings stretched out two arms, one holding a green azure branch, and the other supporting the sun.

That sun emitted a dazzling divine light, illuminating the unknown depths of the cavern, shining brilliantly and brightly.

“I pay my respect to the Witch God!”

Yang Xuan, having merged with the Heart of the Witch God, immediately recognized the origin of the statue, which was the very creator of the Wu God Temple. ȐάℕŐᛒËs̈

The Ju Mang lineage, Zu Xing.

Within the inherited memories, all witch clansmen bore the surname “Wu,” while only great witches and those above them would, according to their Cultivation Technique, experiences, positions, etc., have a unique personal name.

Like the Witch God before him, since his ancestors had governed the laws and punishments of the Ju Mang lineage, he was renamed Zu Xing upon his breakthrough beyond a great witch.

After bowing three times and kowtowing nine times, Yang Xuan was about to rise when he suddenly felt an immeasurable pressure.

Hum!

The sun in the hands of the Witch God Statue slowly rose and settled into the statue’s brow. The stone carvings of the Witch God’s features gradually softened and became lifelike, until they completely transformed into a human face.

“You’ve finally arrived!”

Yang Xuan’s mind raced as he said, “Senior, are you the ancestral Witch God Zu Xing?”

“I am but a wisp of Zu Xing’s obsession, sealed within the essence blood, barely clinging to existence until now.”

The statue asked, “What year is it now?”

Yang Xuan replied, “It’s been over two thousand years according to the Heavenly Calendar. The precise year, I am uncertain.”

The statue said, “What is the Emperor’s Calendar?”

“…”

Yang Xuan felt helpless, as for this ancient relic sealed for who knows how many years, he could only start from the basics to explain the Incense Divine Path, Heavenly Court Divine Enthronement, and then briefly describe the changes in the Divine Land over the two thousand years since the Enthronement.

“Divine Path…”

The statue furrowed its brows, then asked, “Do you know of the Patching Heaven Sect, Severing Heaven Sect?”

“Of course, they are two of the three Immortal Sects of the current age.”

Having lived with his parents and on good terms with the demons of Qingyun Mountain, Yang Xuan was very clear about the Divine Land, “However, hundreds of years ago, the people of the three sects ascended, and the mortal realm was completely dominated by the Heavenly Court.”

“Hahaha, the Patching Heaven Sect plotted and schemed, but in the end, they were merely making a wedding dress for someone else!”

The statue let out a thunderous laugh, then said, “Young child, do not believe in any nonsense about ascending, it is merely the conduct of those who betray their ancestors and lineages, stowaways to another world!”

“Stowaways? To another world?”

Yang Xuan’s face showed confusion; to him, the topic of ascension was too distant.

“Those cultivators who have achieved something swallow up vast amounts of Spiritual Objects, refine endless Spiritual Energy, harm the world to benefit themselves, and then go to the so-called Immortal Realm, if not stowaways then what?”

The statue’s gaze was deep, as if recalling the past, and it remained silent for a long time before speaking.

“Originally, this world had only the Witch and Demon clans, and the ancient witches who could break through above the level of Witch God were equivalent to indestructible Golden Immortals. Until the witch and demon clans fought, breaking the Heavenly Pillar, and a hole appeared in the world’s barrier…”

Yang Xuan said, “Could it be the Heavenly Leak sealed by the Patching Heaven Sect?”

“Heavenly Leak?”

The statue nodded slightly, saying, “That name is quite fitting, indeed a leak appeared in the heaven and earth, and cultivators from other worlds could easily come through.”

“When the Heavenly Leak first appeared, the impact was not significant, with just a few visitors from outside, either beaten until their souls dissipated or thrown back into the endless void.”

“Until the founder of the Patching Heaven Sect discovered the Heavenly Leak and spent tens of thousands of years getting along with the two clans, established a Marketplace in the name of inter-realm trade near the leak, and then it gradually evolved into a branch of the Patching Heaven Sect!”

Yang Xuan frowned and said, “Could it be that the founder of the Patching Heaven Sect was a Golden Immortal?”

“That scoundrel’s Daoist name is Hun Yuan, what Golden Immortal, he’s nothing but a shameless bastard…”

Speaking of the founder of the Patching Heaven Sect, the statue’s face twisted with extreme indignation, “After Hun Yuan secured his position, he began to secretly bring humans over, letting them proliferate in the Dead Spirit Sea Area.”

“After this was exposed, that scoundrel unabashedly claimed that the Immortal Realm had an overpopulation problem, and they could not slaughter at will, begging the old ancestors of the two clans to show compassion, creating boundless merit!”

“Since then, one mistake led to another, and thus humans began to emerge in this world!”

Yang Xuan said, “The ancestors of both clans had power comparable to Golden Immortals, even with the emergence of some humans, it shouldn’t have affected the overall situation, right?”

“The Witch and Demon clans had been fighting for billions of years, their blood feuds made reconciliation impossible. Hun Yuan agitated both sides, leading to chaotic battles, until the old ancestors of both clans destroyed a continent!”

The statue sighed, “A vast amount of karmic force descended, their bodies perished and their paths were extinguished. With no old ancestors to oversee, Hun Yuan immediately turned hostile and instructed the Patching Heaven Sect to continuously bring humans over to occupy the Spiritual Mountain Blessed Lands to cultivate!”

Yang Xuan shrugged, not feeling that the founder of the Patching Heaven Sect had done anything wrong. Perhaps it was because the conflict between clans had no right or wrong, or perhaps it was because he himself was thinking as a human.

“So, humans became the rulers of this realm afterward?”

“It wasn’t that simple; Hun Yuan’s true body was too powerful to completely pass through the Heavenly Leak. He could only send down an incarnation to command his disciples and followers to conquer territories.”

“Upon discovering this, the upper echelons of both clans temporarily set aside their blood feuds to jointly resist the Patching Heaven Sect!”

“Even with the ancestors gone, both clans still had plenty of Demon Immortals and Witch Gods to oversee, and they occupied the geographical and populace advantage. They quickly forced the Patching Heaven Sect into retreat…”

The statue slowly recounted a tale from an exceedingly distant era, a prehistoric legend even lost to records.

“Seeing the situation, Hun Yuan sought help from the outside, first the Severing Heaven Sect came through the Heavenly Leak, followed by the Buddhist Sect, and even the omnipresent Demon Sect.”

“Taken individually, these forces were not weaker than the witch and demon clans; united, they were unmatched!”

The statue spoke with hatred, “Watching as others took over our home, I and a few Witch Gods sought out the Demon Clan to discuss completely destroying the Heavenly Pillar, severing the Spirit Veins, and dispersing the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.”

“Those cultivators of the Immortal Path rely on Spiritual Energy for cultivation; once this realm became the Spirit Extermination Land, even Golden Immortals could do nothing.”

“In this way, we would first expel the outsiders, then find a way to seal the Heavenly Leak, isolating those stowaways from the outside world, we could barely call it a victory. But who could have expected those Demon Immortals, simply cowards afraid of death, ostensibly agreed with the Witch Clan, but secretly joined forces with the enemy!”

“Under the attack from both inside and outside, ultimately the Witch Clan was annihilated!”

When speaking of the Demon Clan, the statue’s hatred even surpassed that for the Patching Heaven Sect and Severing Heaven Sect, clearly considering traitors more detestable than enemies.

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