Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

137: Chapter 137 Nine Levels of Celestial Immortal!Emotional as he was, Gu Yan did not plan to stop there.

With a wave of his hand, the image in the haotian mirror shifted, beginning to trace the deeper background of one of the parties.

The Bull Demon King.

This Yao King, a bull that had attained spirits, indeed had someone backing him.

What manifested in the mirror was a colossal creature crouching within endless Demonic Qi, its size so immense it seemed capable of bursting through the heavens.

The pair of bull horns atop its head bore a seventy percent resemblance to the Bull Demon King’s, yet they were even more hideous and terrifying.

Its cultivation was actually that of a Great Yao in the Immortal King Realm.

Gu Yan gave a soft click of his tongue.

As for that Myriad Tribulations Demon Lord, he had known his background for a long time.

Years ago, when he scanned the Southern Border with the haotian mirror, he had noticed a Demonic Path giant in the Immortal King Realm behind this lord.

One was a pawn of a Demonic Path Immortal King, and the other was a pawn of a Yao Race Immortal King.

The two were fighting tooth and nail in the Spirit Realm, but in the end, it was just those two above competing from afar.

As for the ultimate goal...

With a thought from Gu Yan, the haotian mirror deduced more information.

Both aimed to unify the Spirit Realm, and that was only the first step.

After that, it would be to rule over all Mortal Realms.

To bring the billions of living beings in the Lower Realm entirely under the control of those two Immortal Kings.

This Spirit Realm, to put it bluntly, was just a chessboard for the mighty experts of the Immortal Realm.

It was just a pity for the many Mortals living on the chessboard.

Truly tragic.

But that was all.

Gu Yan had a lot of self-awareness.

Although with his current strength, sweeping through the Spirit Realm would be no problem.

He could set up the Great Love Alliance’s stone monuments in the Spirit Realm and let everyone live a life of Great Unity; he could do that.

But then what?

If the commotion was too big, it would inevitably attract the attention of those Immortal Kings in the Immortal Realm.

Immortal Kings were manageable; if he fought with full strength, he might not necessarily lose.

But what if an Immortal Emperor was drawn in?

Although he had the Form of No-Self and No-Form · Red trait protecting him, so neither the Great Dao nor the Heavenly Dao could discover his existence, and an Immortal Emperor couldn’t possibly sense him personally.

But what about the Great Love Alliance he created?

What about the Mortals who believed in the Great Love Alliance?

If the Immortal Emperor couldn’t find him, could he not find these people?

When that time came, the power he had worked so hard to build would be uprooted in an instant.

After all that hard work, it would all be for nothing in the end.

Why bother?

So Gu Yan had a lot of self-awareness.

One should only eat as much as their bowl can hold.

His bowl now, though not small, wasn’t big enough yet.

When he attains the Dao and becomes an Immortal Emperor in the future, it won’t be too late to return and bring Great Love to the Spirit Realm.

Thinking this, Gu Yan lightly swiped his finger across the surface of the haotian mirror, no longer paying attention to the battlefield where the two armies were in a standoff, and instead browsed other parts of the Spirit Realm at random.

Honestly, although the Spirit Realm was a mess, from the perspective of watching a spectacle, it was truly exciting.

Even more thrilling than the TV series he followed in his past life.

Gu Yan flipped through casually when suddenly, the image in the mirror froze.

He saw an acquaintance.

Feng Jiuge.

What the mirror showed was an ancient cave deep in the mountains.

The cave was filled with dense Spiritual Qi, clearly a rare blessed land for cultivation.

Feng Jiuge sat cross-legged on a bluestone inside the cave, spiritual light flowing around him, his aura steady.

Gu Yan looked closely and nodded slightly.

Middle Stage Void Refining.

This kid hasn’t been lazy.

More importantly, the aura on Feng Jiuge was much thicker than that of an ordinary Middle Stage Void Refining cultivator.

It was a kind of foundation from the depths of the Soul.

Looking at that young face in the mirror, Gu Yan remembered the kid’s origin.

The Reincarnation of the Immortal Court’s Yinghuo Star.

The Yinghuo Star, master of slaughter and in charge of weaponry, was one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars of the Immortal Court.

Although banished to the Mortal world, with memories sealed and having to start everything from scratch.

But the foundation was still there; as long as he didn’t die prematurely, he might not be unable to return to his Peak in the future.

Gu Yan watched for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.

He casually set the haotian mirror aside and closed his eyes to continue comprehending the Laws.

Time passed leisurely, and in the blink of an eye, another three years had gone by.

Inside the Hall of Longevity within the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven.

Gu Yan was at the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, only one step away from Heavenly Immortal Perfection.

He lightly exhaled a breath of pure Qi, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Maintaining a minor Realm every three years now; the red trait is indeed awesome.

Gu Yan wasn’t in a hurry to Cultivate; he took out the haotian mirror again, deciding to see how the Spirit Realm was doing now.

Spiritual light flickered, and the scene in the mirror emerged.

Good heavens.

They’ve been fighting for three years and still aren’t finished.

The mirror showed that the plain at the border of the Southern Border and the Northern Plains had now completely turned into scorched earth.

The front line of the two armies’ standoff had pushed forward several hundred miles, then retreated several hundred miles.

Back and forth, a tug-of-war for three years.

Both sides suffered countless casualties, yet neither could do anything to the other.

Gu Yan shook his head.

These two pawns of the Immortal Kings were quite capable of fighting.

He casually flipped through other places and found that other parts of the Spirit Realm were also not peaceful.

Internal strife had begun within the Human Race of the Central Lands, with several large Sects fighting over resources.

As for the Northern Plains, those Yao tribes conquered by the Bull Demon King submitted on the surface but were constantly making small moves in the shadows.

Looking at the chaotic scenes in the mirror, Gu Yan inexplicably thought of a phrase.

The Spirit Realm is a grand stage; come if you have the guts.

He smiled and put away the haotian mirror.

Let it be chaotic.

It had nothing to do with him anyway.

His current task was to charge towards Heavenly Immortal Perfection, and then, break through to the True Immortal Realm.