Chapter 148: Achieving Immortality, Ascending!

Once again appointing leaders and assigning roles, Luo Zu felt a deep sense of gratification.

"Lu, you are far better than your old man," Luo Zu summoned a middle-aged-faced man who had been lingering quietly behind the crowd.

He was low-profile, composed, and unconstrained by minor details. As the patriarch of the tribe, Luo Zu rather favored such promising young men.

"The patriarch flatters me too much," Fire Boy proudly dragged his own child forward.

A man who fathers a child has every right to be proud.

He held his head high, stretched his neck, and looked down his nose at Iron-Head Boy.

Iron-Head Boy sneered at this, thinking, *Are you great just because your kid is great? Look at how arrogant you've become, you old rascal.*

"Humph," Fire Boy twitched his nostrils and let out a huff.

Luo Zu glanced at Fire Boy, silently telling this fellow to stop acting so unhinged.

"Now that the tribe is developing well, Fire Boy, Iron-Head, both of you have done an excellent job. I am going to establish two positions for secondary chieftains, and the two of you shall take them," Luo Zu continued.

Iron-Head and Fire Boy bowed and accepted the decree.

"Moving forward, you will continue to oversee your current responsibilities."

"Furthermore, while we now have nine villages, each of them is currently at full capacity, which risks breeding trouble. Therefore, decentralization and relocation are inevitable. The two of you must select new sites and establish new villages."

"In addition, while new villages must be built, our existing settlements require fresh planning. From now on, Luo Hamlet shall be elevated to Luo County, with townships under its jurisdiction. Tiger-Head Village, Iron-Mountain Village, and Salt-Spring Village will be promoted together to townships, and each township will govern three villages beneath it. As for the specific divisions of responsibility, Fire Boy and Iron-Head, discuss it thoroughly, and sooner is better," Luo Zu went on.

"Patriarch, villages have village chiefs, so do townships have township magistrates?" Iron-Head Boy asked.

"Yes. The magistrate of Tiger-Head Township shall be Xi, while you will concurrently serve as the magistrate of Iron-Mountain Township, and Fire Boy will concurrently serve as the magistrate of Salt-Spring Township," Luo Zu issued the appointments directly, not giving anyone the chance to bicker endlessly.

"The rest of you will continue to attend to your respective duties. Are there any objections?"

"No objections," the crowd chorused in unison.

Within the Cave-Dwelling Clan, Luo Zu’s word had always been absolute.

"Since that's settled, go about your business and stop crowding around my place," Luo Zu said.

Yet everyone lingered, looking at him expectantly. In the end, Fire Boy, ever considerate, raised his hand and asked, "Patriarch, do you have any final instructions before this period of seclusion?"

"They are all in the library. If you have any doubts, go read and copy them yourselves," Luo Zu replied.

Truth be told, the library was already piled high with books. Every day, Luo Zu would copy a few volumes—some mundane and indifferent, some profound and meaningful, some esoteric martial arts manuals, and others detailing local customs and geography.

However, Luo Zu had established a minor immortal technique that allowed tribe members to search for relevant books simply through their thoughts.

"I'm off!" Fire Boy chirped excitedly, swishing his animal-skin skirt as he strode out.

This was the latest fashion trend, imported from the Hot-Witch Tribe.

"It allows for better and faster mating," was Fire Boy's famous motto regarding this attire.

Many who wore it expressed their agreement.

Only Luo Zu found it unendurable to look at, because there were no underpants beneath the skirts.

"Hasn't the concept of shame always gone hand in hand with having enough to eat and wear?" Luo Zu was intimately familiar with his tribe's grain production.

Not a single tribesman ever went hungry, and they no longer experienced the old days of erratic meals.

Yet the adage "When granaries are full, people learn etiquette" had not yet manifested.

"Ideology has not yet caught up with prosperity," Luo Zu ultimately concluded.

He couldn't be bothered to manage such matters anymore; such things would have to rely on the wisdom of future generations.

Besides, the Wu and Yi tribes had never bothered themselves with the reproductive affairs of their people either—to be precise, they paid no attention to these bizarre clothing choices and the lifestyle of mating anytime, anywhere.

Even the middle and upper tiers of the Wu and Yi tribes behaved similarly, mating indiscriminately...

They claimed this practice would breed descendants with the finest innate talents.

Furthermore, the Wu and Yi even practiced "cross-breeding," where outstanding descendants from one Ancestral Witch domain were sent to another Ancestral Witch's territory, which counted as hybridization.

This was some of the bizarre news Luo Zu had learned in recent years.

"Civilization, customs, food, clothing, housing, and transportation..." Cultivation was difficult, but delving into secular civilization was no easy task either.

Fortunately, the Pot-In-Heaven world Luo Zu had personally cultivated did not disappoint him.

The small humans within it had already developed the secular culture he was familiar with, and their civilized habits were drawing closer to those of his past life.

Moreover, as these ninety years passed, the situation within the Pot-In-Heaven world had undergone yet another drastic upheaval.

Qing Ying, the grand marshal of the demon race, had numerous demon generals and officials implore him to ascend to the supreme throne. Qing declined three times, but finally, upon the strategist's advice, he first distantly honored the Lord of Demons beneath the divine mountain as the Demon God, placing that position even higher than the supreme throne of the demon race.

Only then did Qing agree to take the seat.

Once he obtained this lofty title, the demon race suddenly unleashed its might, dispatching one hundred and fifty-five divine souls to attack the human territory of the Shi State from all directions.

This was done to relieve the pressure of the human race's western expedition, which had launched a total offensive against the demon race from the primordial wilderness.

Furthermore, the human race was utterly shameless, having secretly colluded with the barbarian race. The two races shared similar appearances, and although they had once been mortal enemies, an alliance was not entirely out of the question—first to eliminate the third party of this land.

Caught in the pincer attack of the two races, the demon race retreated steadily, eventually yielding vast expanses of territory in an attempt to reuse their old strategy of pitting the human and barbarian races against each other over land and resources.

Yet many tricks could only be used once; using them again made the victims look... utterly mentally deficient.

Consequently, neither the human nor the barbarian race fell for it.

The offensives of the two races grew only more ferocious.

The blood feuds between them and the demon race could no longer be resolved by mere territory and resources, at least not for the time being.

"Kill!"

This was the main theme of the battlefield at the time.

In response, the demon race had no choice but to hurriedly muster all their strength, including the forces they had kept hidden across the Four Seas.

However, after years of development, the demon tribes of the Four Seas had gradually grown resentful and desired independence.

Thus came the scene of Qing ascending to the supreme throne.

Doing so was meant to forcefully compel the demons of the Four Seas to bow their heads.

After all, while they could acknowledge the title of the Demon Grand Marshal, they could also evade it by honoring only the Lord of Demons.

However, Qing ascending to the supreme throne was entirely different; it was equivalent to replacing the position of the Lord of Demons, while the Lord of Demons was directly elevated to a god, transitioning from one totem to another. Though the essence remained unchanged, it effectively yielded the position to Qing.

As a result, the demons of the Four Seas had only two choices: either submit to Qing, acknowledging both the Demon God and the Supreme Lord of the Demon Race simultaneously, or defy and betray Qing, subsequently facing unreserved attacks from the Demon Court, with the likelihood of their own clansmen turning against them.

The ultimate choice of the Four Seas demons was self-evident.

They chose submission.

Regardless, war could not spare them.

The human race had already discovered them.

Yet, to their surprise, the human race actually attempted to persuade them to surrender as well...

Then followed a game of strategic maneuvering, which ultimately left the demons of the Four Seas with only a single choice—the demon race.

Thus led to this encirclement of the human Shi State by one hundred and fifty-five demon divine souls.

Amidst the siege at the time, the human divine souls and elite armies sent to the primordial wilderness had to rush back in reinforcements.

Yet what the human race did not expect was that out of those one hundred and fifty-five demon divine souls, ninety launched an attack on the Shi State from the sea, after which they could swiftly retreat by utilizing the spiritual currents of the undersea currents. This allowed the demon race to rapidly recall their divine souls from the primordial frontline, driving back or slaying the remaining human divine souls and beating back the barbarians.

In the end, this demon crisis was resolved.

But presently, the mortal world had reached yet another critical juncture.

For someone was about to attain immortality.

A human, neither a demon nor a barbarian.

And this person was none other than the formerly unmatched person under heaven, who remained the unmatched person under heaven today.

Ghost Immortal Yang.

"To plot my Dao-integration for today, I sought answers from the heavens for five hundred years. Where are the immortals to be found? The immortal township is right here."

Having weathered the various tribulations of the divine soul, he finally resonated with nature, mastered thirty-six grades of ninth-rank Dao arts, and now leaped forward to break through that final threshold, forging an immortal body.

"Today I ascend, but first I must sever my lingering attachments."

With a distant sweep of his sword,

he slashed toward the "Divine Mountain" far away in the primordial wilderness.