Chapter 154: Ten Years Are Fleeting Like Nothing, Nine Thousand Paths Forge a Fifth-Rank Immortal

The soil and rock seemed like writhing flesh, slowly "growing," regenerating the land that had previously been scorched and obliterated by the sun's fire. Bit by bit, inch by inch, it grew visibly before the eyes.

Yet, Luozu could not perceive the slightest trace of mystical spells or Daoist magic within it, nor any Great Dao distinct from that of the Primordial World altering the terrain; it was as though all of this was happening completely naturally.

It ought to be so.

However, could land that had been blasted into pure spiritual qi recover naturally?

Such a thing was possible?

Luozu felt his worldview being warped.

Because deep down, he actually felt that this matter was completely normal, and therefore… he had failed to perceive the shifting of the Great Dao within it?

Yet Luozu could not be certain for the moment.

This matter was simply too bizarre.

Perhaps some supreme mighty figure was casting a spell.

Luozu could only rationalize it this way in his mind.

He let out a gentle breath of spiritual qi, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his heart. Too many things had happened today.

Mighty figures who could not be seen once in a millennium had taken the stage today one after another, coming so fast and furious that his head was spinning and his mind could hardly process it all.

Of course, Luozu had also gained quite a bit. Although he could not observe the Great Dao of the mighty figures directly, observing their physical manifestations was witnessing the Dao itself.

Every movement of a mighty figure was utterly natural and seamless, and merely watching them could spark a glimmer of comprehension regarding the Great Dao.

Such was a mighty figure.

Vague and formless, yet every trace and shadow brimmed with principle.

Everything possessed principle and righteousness, which allowed Luozu to further deduce his own profound techniques and marvelous arts.

As for this current "growth" of the earth, although Luozu could not gain any profound insights from it, he memorized it nonetheless, utilizing his one hundred and eight spiritual brains to deeply engrave this scene in every aspect.

In about a quarter of an hour, the three-hundred-li expanse of land that had been "shaved away" grew back entirely, complete with restored vegetation and resurrected animals. Only those sentient beings who had attained intelligence were nowhere to be found.

Luozu guessed that they had developed true spirits, and since a true spirit was singular, once they were turned to ashes, there was no possibility of resurrection.

Such was the only shallow deduction he could make.

As for the specific details, they would have to await the wisdom of his "descendants."

This "descendant" was none other than his future self.

His future self would certainly be able to fathom all the profound mysteries of this event—in this, Luozu had absolute confidence.

Everything returned to "normal," and as everyone acted as if nothing had happened, a year passed, and Luozu received news: the Wu clan of Dayi Township had won.

The internal turmoil of the Yao clan within Dayi Township was suppressed, but the Yao clan continued to exist, and their various tribal factions merely entered a dormant phase, no longer daring to be arrogant. Moreover, they were monitored by the Wu clan and could not commit any acts that violated the post-war agreement between the Wu and Yao in Dayi Township.

Otherwise, the Wu clan had the right to wage a unilateral campaign of subjugation against their tribes, and the demon gods in the heavens would not interfere with these campaigns in the slightest.

The Wu clan was no pushover. Over the next three years, many Yao clan tribes within Dayi Township were wiped out. The reasons varied, but most of the time, there was no reason at all.

After all, the Yao clan also occupied quite a few famous mountains and scenic spots in this land, and the Wu clan coveted them as well...

Therefore, neither of the two clans was truly innocent.

It was impossible for Luozu to abandon his sober awareness simply because of his current alignment, thereby developing unnecessary, excessive goodwill toward the Wu clan.

It was enough to remember the help they had provided to him and the "Mountaintop Caveman" tribe; he needed no other rose-tinted filters, for those were sentiments held only by Tang, who had lived in the Hot Wu tribe for a long time.

Over the next decade, though it was said that the Wu-Yao War had ended, armed conflicts had not decreased in the slightest.

The Wu clan pressed too hard, and the Yao clan tribes in Dayi Township finally reached their breaking point, sparking rebellion.

The Yao clan was like chives in this land—they could never be completely eradicated.

Coupled with the covert assistance of the demon gods in the heavens, they were able to maintain a long-term resistance.

"The Wu-Yao Hegemony... perhaps the so-called First and Second Wu-Yao Wars... have never stopped at all. From the very beginning, it has been a single continuous war. Since the birth of the two clans, the Wu-Yao War has begun, continuing to this day, and will extend into the future, until both clans decline, or even perish." Luozu seemed able to foresee that pessimistic future.

Fourteen years had passed, and Luozu had not been idle. The Daos he comprehended and harmonized had reached nine thousand eight hundred, and his realm had steadily advanced to the fifth rank of True Immortality.

Yet, compared to the thirty-nine thousand six hundred immortal arts in his calculations, there was still a considerable gap.

"When that time comes, True Immortality will not be limited to nine ranks... Shall I fight Profound Immortals with a twelfth-rank True Immortal realm?" Such a bizarre interlude popped into Luozu's mind.

After reaching the fifth rank of True Immortality, the true qi he could refine grew with each passing day. Once various immortal arts were mastered, the number of Great Immortal Arts he could deduce also increased, though not by much. The primary reason was that Great Immortal Arts also had their limits; one could not simply arrange immortal arts in any random order to create a Great Immortal Art. It required careful deduction and meticulous integration before a Great Immortal Art could be successfully forged.

Ultimately, Luozu had only deduced twelve Great Immortal Arts.

Not all of them were composed of his own nine thousand eight hundred immortal arts; some were formed from three thousand or six thousand of them, and they could undergo transformations as more immortal arts were accumulated, doubling their power.

First was the steadily improving Iron Tree and Silver Flowers; second was "Heaven and Earth Severing Twilight and Dawn," evolved from the universe within the pot; third was Creation Lightning, practiced using thunder and lightning properties as the core, supplemented by five-element immortal arts, totaling twelve hundred immortal arts; fourth was Wuji, practiced using all immortal arts; fifth was the sword technique practiced using metal-attribute immortal arts as the core and the other five-element immortal arts as supplements, totaling forty-two hundred immortal arts—Five Elements Sword Escape...

If one were to introduce all twelve Great Immortal Arts, it would likely consume a great deal of space, so they would be left here for now; their full might would be revealed during future battles.

Naturally, when a Great Immortal Art was unleashed, it was magnificent indeed. True Immortals could not withstand it, and even Heavenly Immortals would find it difficult; only those veteran Heavenly Immortals could endure it.

Yet, if Luozu were to unleash all his Great Immortal Arts, even veteran Heavenly Immortals would have to drop to their knees and cry out—Grandpa!

From then on, they would address each other on their own terms: I call you grandpa, and you call me younger brother.

Luozu's own cultivation speed was not slow, but the latecomers of the tribe were also chasing him closely.

By now, there were already twenty-four individuals who had refined the void and integrated with the Dao.

With the passage of time, coupled with the innate talent of the Primordial human race, once they possessed cultivation methods, stepping into the realms deduced by their predecessor (Luozu) was only natural. After all, Luozu had repeatedly deduced the realms preceding True Immortality, ultimately arriving at corresponding cultivation methods and enhancing their universal applicability. This was equivalent to feeding meals bite by bite into the mouths of the human race. Coupled with everyone's diligence and the absence of lazy slackers, how could anyone fail to achieve something in their cultivation?

Moreover, when the Primordial humans forged their primordial spirits, none of them dissolved their physical bodies into spiritual qi to fill the void of their primordial spirits.

After all, the spiritual qi of the Primordial World was abundant—so abundant that the miniature humans from the universe within the pot would get "drunk" on spiritual qi upon arrival.

Therefore, the Primordial humans did not need Luozu to transmit the essence of the sun and moon to them; they merely needed to inhale spiritual qi to satisfy their needs.

Yet, while so many people had successfully cultivated primordial spirits, not a single human had yet been seen ascending to immortality.

From mortal to immortal was truly a massive threshold.

Even the Wu and Yao clans, the protagonists of heaven and earth, had numerous individuals stuck at this very step.

Only Luozu had strode forward, swinging his arms, and with "accumulating strength for a thin release," crossed the threshold as if flying.

However, the universe within the pot had already taken a giant leap into the Era of True Immortals.

Yet the True Immortals were astonished to discover that they did not need to undergo ascension.

How was it that Yang had just directly ascended and flown away?

Could it be that they still had to be the first to eat the crab?

To this, Luozu remarked that the Immortal Realm DLC was still in preparation, currently nurturing immortal spirits. Moreover, as Luozu's realm rose, the intensity of the mortal realm was constantly increasing, and coupled with the emergence of the Four Great Continents, it was more than enough for a bunch of pint-sized True Immortals to bounce around in.

Of course, True Immortals did not come in sizes; even if the miniature humans were small, the Great Dao they needed to comprehend lacked no vital parts. Thus, an immortal was an immortal—it was simply a matter of the amount of immortal qi and how many immortal arts their primordial spirit could bear.

When an immortal art was cast, if it was meant to cover a thousand li, it covered a thousand li; if ten thousand li, ten thousand li—never falling short. Calculated by the scale of the Primordial World, the miniature humans soon discovered that a single immortal art from a True Immortal could cover a million li...

This was because the unit in their cognition was still a unit reduced by a million times.

In reality, a thousand li was a thousand li (by Primordial standards).

Meanwhile, the mortal realm within Luozu's universe within the pot had already expanded to a radius of one point five million li.

It was still sufficient to support battles between gods and immortals.

Therefore, there was no need to drive them all off to the Immortal Realm, which was still under "renovation."

As for Yang's ascension...

The construction of the Nine Netherworlds required you.

Currently, there were twenty-seven True Immortals in the universe within the pot: eleven humans, seven barbarians, and nine demons.

After all, while fourteen years had passed in the Primordial World, four hundred and twenty years had passed within the universe within the pot. Over such a long period of time, how could these darlings of the era and brilliant talents possibly stand still?

However, True Immortality was not the end point. To spur them on in their cultivation, Luozu even specially altered the rules of the universe within the pot using the art of revolving creation.

Tribulation!

Every thirty-six hundred years, there ought to be a calamity of slaughter for gods and immortals.

This would alleviate the increasingly tense karmic tribulation qi within the universe within the pot today.

This could be considered Luozu actively detonating the tribulation qi of the universe within the pot; otherwise, if enough tribulation qi truly accumulated, probably no living beings would survive on the land.

After all, with so many True Immortals nowadays, the spiritual qi they exhaled and inhaled grew ever greater, and the spiritual qi consumed in their battles was even more vast, so the tribulation qi naturally multiplied in tandem.

Thus, wouldn't a great tribulation of heaven and earth arrive?