I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The Heavenly Emperor swept over with a cold gaze and said, “Zhao Yao is my legitimate grandson, as well as the mother of the human immortals. Her son and Great Sage Sun have studied together, and he calls Great Saint Ox his sworn brother. Do any of you still have objections?”

“This…”

Upon reflection, the assembled gods indeed had no grounds for rebuttal.

Even if there were truly a public election, Zhao Yao’s strength and background could possibly rally the majority of True Gods to her side.

“Senior Brother.”

Yang Xuan said, “What do you think of this? If it’s unacceptable, we can continue to make trouble. I don’t believe this old Emperor of Heaven would bear to see the Heavenly Court crumble!”

Sun Changsheng said indifferently, “The Heavenly Court is nothing special in my eyes, and it doesn’t matter who becomes the Heavenly Emperor.”

Yang Xuan looked towards the Heavenly Emperor and said, “This matter requires my mother’s decision!”

The Heavenly Emperor formed a spell with his hands, and the Formation shimmered, summoning Zhao Yao from the Heavenly Pond.

After Zhao Yao was briefed on the situation, she looked at Yang Xuan in disbelief, never having imagined that her son, who once had no Spirit Root, could now pressure the Emperor of Heaven and threaten the Heavenly Court.

“Xuan’er, after all, he is our family’s ancient ancestor, connected by blood. Just agree to it!”

“Alright.”

Yang Xuan nodded and said, “I have no desire to hold an official position in the Heavenly Court but to cultivate in seclusion on Peach Mountain, and I shall heed orders but not summonses.”

“Agreed!”

The Heavenly Emperor pondered for a moment and then said, “Yang Xuan is hereby decreed to be the War God, with the authority to recruit his own celestial soldiers and generals, stationed at Peach Mountain to oversee Southwest Shenzhou.”

The gods frowned slightly, finding this position and its power too overwhelming, akin to controlling a military stronghold in the mortal world.

They soon realized, however, considering Yang Xuan’s strength, he would be a local hegemon no matter what title he held, so they refrained from raising any objections, for in the Cultivation World, strength reigns supreme!

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Yang Xuan, unconcerned, cupped his hands in thanks, smiling at Zhao Yao, “Mother, from now on, our family will be reunited and never again parted!”

Zhao Yao nodded joyfully, “I haven’t seen my husband for hundreds of years; I wonder how he has been.”

Sun Changsheng scratched his head and chuckled, “Why not go find out now?”

With that, the three of them generated clouds beneath their feet and left the Heavenly Court as if the recent fierce magical battle was nothing more than a casual visit.

The ruins of the Overhanging Firmament Hall.

Only the throne remained intact. The Heavenly Emperor scanned in all directions, no longer seeing any semblance of the Heavenly Court, and could no longer contain the rage in his heart.

Without enough strength, the Heavenly Court was like a marketplace, with people coming and going as they pleased.

If this chaos were to happen a few more times, the Heavenly Court would lose all its dignity, unable to govern the immortal cultivators of Shenzhou.

The Heavenly Emperor waved his hand to retract the Investiture of the Gods and looked towards the True God of the Thunder Department.

“Tell those Demon Heads to recruit more disciples, expanding the number to fifty thousand!”

…

Year 2967 of the Heavenly Emperor’s reign.

The Heavenly Court decreed the War God, ranking as supremely powerful, with a three-thousand-mile radius around Peach Mountain designated as his private domain.

At first.

The Cultivation World was abuzz, curious about the origins of this War God.

As the news of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, involving less than a third of the surviving righteous gods, spread, Dongsheng Divine Continent was in an uproar.

Ordinary cultivators who broke heavenly laws were lightly imprisoned in the Heavenly Jail, or at worst, their souls were scattered.

Yang Xuan practically swallowed the Emperor of Heaven whole, and not only was he not punished, but instead he was made a righteous god and given territory. Before their eyes, Peach Mountain became the new Qingyun Mountain.

Wasn’t this blatantly bullying?

The mortal world cultivators were in an uproar, demanding that the Heavenly Court relax the heavenly laws or punish Yang Xuan in accordance with the law!

The outcome was that the Sui Department Righteous God patrolled the realms, throwing any dissenting cultivators into the Heavenly Jail until they recognized their mistakes, and they were never allowed to be enshrined as gods in their lifetime.

After harshly punishing thousands of cultivators, peace and prosperity were restored to the Cultivation World.

If the Heavenly Court couldn’t control Yang Xuan, it could still deal with mere mortals!

The second disturbance in the Heavenly Court didn’t cause much harm; because the Heavenly Emperor conceded promptly, the death of righteous gods and the destruction of the earth’s veins were only half of the previous incident, yet it had a profound impact.

Discerning individuals in the Cultivation World saw the weakness of the Heavenly Court and began to play both sides.

Many great sects, especially the Three Immortal Sects, picked up the cultivation techniques for human immortals once more. As long as one broke through to the Return to Void realm, the position of Heavenly Emperor was within easy reach!

…

The sun does not rise or set for any one person.

Time is long, spanning from ancient to present.

The Heavenly Court might have gained significant momentum in the past few thousand years, but on an extended timeline, it was merely a small splash in history.

Zhou Yi was in seclusion at Qingyun Mountain, shutting out all external noise.

Finally, at the age of nine thousand nine hundred, his inner demons disappeared without a trace.

“Coming unknowingly, leaving just as mysteriously, perhaps this inner demon came as a jest?” Zhou Yi said, shaking his head lightly. The once hazy world returned to clarity. Having experienced the profound changes between illusion and reality, his understanding of the Dao enhanced.

Overcoming the inner demon had brought him many benefits; his Primordial Spirit had reached perfection.

“Continue to cultivate until Divinity Transformation is complete!” he declared.

In the blink of an eye.

Another century had passed.

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and a torrent of mana surged from his body, stirring a wild wind within the stone chamber.

“With spirit, energy, and mind perfected, I am now capable of invoking the heavenly tribulation to return to the void!” he exclaimed.

However, remembering the hardships the Yellow Ox faced during its tribulation, Zhou Yi immediately dismissed the thought; many cultivators with perfected Divinity Transformation had been reduced to ashes by that dreadful heavenly tribulation.

It seemed to be a rule of the universe: the power of tribulations before returning to the void increased progressively but still followed a pattern.

The tribulation to return to the void, however, stood in a class of its own.

Blessed with innate talent and true teachings of the Immortal Realm’s cultivation techniques, less than one in a hundred could transcend the returning void’s heavenly tribulation.

“Therefore, even with spirit, energy, and mind perfected, the chance of ascending to ‘human immortal’ status is barely one percent. It’s almost negligible!” Zhou Yi sighed.

He knew he must continue his diligent practice; already nearly invincible in the Mortal World, there was no rush for disaster to strike. He could afford to spend tens of thousands of years to achieve complete perfection.

“After all, I shoulder a head full of karma. Who knows if my heavenly tribulation might be even more fierce because of it? Patience is key, lest my millennia of hard work turn to naught!”

“Let’s not dwell on these worrisome thoughts right now. Today happens to be my ten-thousandth birthday.”

“A birthday of such significance must be celebrated!”

Zhou Yi’s form flickered, and in the next instant, he appeared above the firmament, channeling mana to summon the Innate Divine Wind.

Whoosh—

A single breath transformed into boundless gales, dispersing the clouds for thousands of miles around, and in the epicenter of the powerful gust, a rift cracked open in the void like a spiderweb.

“All of this was not in vain, after my myriad years of secluded cultivation!” he proclaimed.

“I possess a multitude of Spiritual Treasures and numerous Divine Skills. In a true battle of magic and wits, I would not be inferior to the Celestial Gods of the Heavenly Court!” Zhou Yi nodded in approval.

The ability to shatter the void has always been exclusive to human immortals, yet the power he demonstrated had already surpassed the realm of Divinity Transformation, though it still fell short of that of a true human immortal.

“First, let us celebrate!”

After twelve hundred years of arduous cultivation, generations upon generations had passed in the mortal realm.

“Alas, the Miaomiao girl whom I favored back then… her very ashes are likely scattered now. What a pity. But it matters not, for the world is always full of eighteen-year-old maidens!”

“I am just the same!”

“Ever eighteen at birth, with each surge of the spiritual tide marking a year.”

With these thoughts flitting through his mind, Zhou Yi’s escaping light had already reached Chongshan County and he nonchalantly landed outside the Spring Breeze Building.

Chongshan County, bordering Qingyun Mountain, was protected by powerful beings throughout its three thousand years of history. After numerous expansions, its area now rivaled that of a prefecture city.

The mortal coil was bustling and vibrant.

Ten years later.

With light steps and an unobstructed mind.

Zhou Yi leaned on the wall as he left the Spring Breeze Building, then soared through the clouds to Mo Cloud Cave.

Sensing his arrival, the Yellow Ox hurriedly came out to greet him, smiling, “Did the immortal enjoy himself?”

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“I possess a multitude of Spiritual Treasures and various Divine Skills. In a true battle of magic and combat, I would not be inferior to the True Gods of the Heavenly Court!” Zhou Yi reaffirmed with a satisfied nod.

Shattering the void has always been exclusive to human immortals. This time, the power he wielded had transcended the realm of Divinity Transformation, though still falling short of a human immortal’s might.

“First, to the celebration!”

Years of continuous, rigorous cultivation meant hundreds of generations have passed in the ordinary human world.

“Ah, the Miaomiao girl I was affectionate with back in the day… I fear even her ashes are now dispersed, such a pity. But no matter, there are always eighteen-year-old girls in the world!”

“I am no different!”

“Born forever eighteen, one spiritual tide marks a year.”

With thoughts arising and fading, Zhou Yi’s flight had taken him to Chongshan County, where he landed outside the Spring Breeze Building as if it were a route he had traveled many times before.

Chongshan County, which lay next to Qingyun Mountain, had been blessed by great powers. After three millennia and several expansions, it now had a territory comparable to a provincial city.

The worldly life was bustling with excitement.

Ten years later.

With a light-hearted stride and a clear mind.

Zhou Yi supported himself against the wall as he exited the Spring Breeze Building and rode the clouds to Mo Cloud Cave.

The Yellow Ox, sensing his approach, hurried out to welcome him, laughing, “Did the Immortal have a good time?”

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