Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

148: Chapter 148 The Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth Sweeps Through All the Realms!Time is like a blade, severing all Prodigies; time flies like an arrow, shooting down heroes.

Six years.

For a Cultivator, it was but a mere flick of a finger.

A single session of secluded meditation or a moment of comprehending the Dao, and it would pass.

But for the Mortals in the Mortal Realm, who live and die in a day, six years was already two or three thousand sunrises and sunsets.

In these six years, the Spirit Realm had changed a lot.

After the death of the Bull Demon King, his remaining demonic offspring scattered everywhere lost their pillar of support and instantly became a disorganized mess.

Shituo Ridge in the Western Desolation was jointly annihilated by Righteous Path Sects from other regions.

Then, they each selected prime locations to establish Sect branches.

The cities in the Southern Border that were originally occupied by the Yao Race were recovered one by one.

Those lucky survivors of the Human Race were rescued from the camps and saw the light of day once again.

They knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly and kowtowing in gratitude to the heavens.

Meanwhile, the Righteous Path forces in the Central Plains and various parts of the Eastern Continent also took this opportunity to expand aggressively.

After all, anyone could kick a dog while it was down.

Of course, not all members of the Yao Race were hunted to extinction.

Those of the Yao Race who kept to themselves and did not eat human flesh could still manage to survive if they hid away.

After all, people of the Righteous Path also cared about their reputation; on the surface, they always had to emphasize that heaven has the virtue of loving life.

Thus, the landscape of the Spirit Realm was completely reshuffled during these six years.

The power of the Yao Race greatly diminished, while the power of the Human Race significantly increased.

The Mortals who were once treated as blood food by the Yao Race could finally catch their breath.

Without great demons coming to massacre cities every few days, the lives of Mortals became much better.

Wastelands were reclaimed into fertile fields, villages expanded into towns, and towns developed into cities.

Children born could also grow up peacefully.

Mortals began to multiply and flourish, and the atmosphere of human life was far more vibrant than before.

Of course, not everyone in the Righteous Path was a Saint.

There were plenty of hypocrites, and even more who said one thing and did another.

But at least they still cared about their face.

In front of the people of the world, they had to put on a compassionate and merciful appearance.

Any Cultivator with even a bit of ambition was too lazy to do something as beneath them as bullying Mortals.

After all, what profit could be gained from Mortals?

...

Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven.

Inside the Hall of Longevity, clouds and mist curled and lingered.

Gu Yan sat cross-legged upon a cloud bed and slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his gaze and looked at his hands.

The knuckles were distinct, long and slender like jade.

His cultivation had reached the True Immortal Fourth Level.

He had achieved the Breakthrough a year ago.

He was now eight hundred and forty-nine years old.

It was still one minor True Immortal Realm every six years.

As steady as could be.

Gu Yan withdrew his gaze and made a casual beckoning motion.

The haotian mirror emerged before him, reflecting the scenes of the Spirit Realm.

Although he Cultivated frequently during these six years, he had also often used the haotian mirror to check the situation in the Spirit Realm.

After all, the Immortal King behind the Bull Demon King always weighed a bit on his mind.

However, after watching for six years, the situation in the Spirit Realm was actually getting better and better.

The largest cancer in the Southern Border, the Myriad Tribulations Demonic Cult, had been wiped out by the Bull Demon King.

And the Bull Demon King, in turn, had been wiped out by the Specter.

The remaining minor demons and monsters were suppressed by the joint efforts of Righteous Path forces from various places; some died, some fled, and some surrendered.

Now, the Spirit Realm was truly a scene of flourishing prosperity.

Gu Yan looked at the Mortal cities in the haotian mirror with curling smoke from kitchen chimneys and watched the Mortals working in the fields, his expression calm.

This is quite good.

It was pleasing to his eyes.

Having finished looking at the Spirit Realm, Gu Yan cast his gaze higher.

Immortal Realm.

With a slight thought, the image in the haotian mirror suddenly changed.

Clouds and mist surged, and Immortal palaces faintly appeared.

Gu Yan’s gaze narrowed slightly as he began to search for that figure within the vast Immortal Realm.

That bull.

That Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King.

He had already learned the other party’s identity from the haotian mirror.

The Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King, a hegemon of the Immortal Realm, with a cultivation at the Immortal King Realm Middle Stage.

It was said that this demon was exceptionally gifted; the vertical eye on its forehead could see through all illusions, and its single leg standing on the ground was as steady as a mountain.

In the Immortal Realm, he was considered quite a figure.

Gu Yan activated the haotian mirror, wanting to deduce what exactly this old bull was plotting.

For him to lay a trap in the Spirit Realm for ten thousand years, his scheme must be significant.

However, the mirror’s surface became blurred.

Nothing could be seen clearly.

Gu Yan’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

The Immortal King Realm was indeed not so easy to spy upon.

He was in no hurry, simply raising the deduction level of the haotian mirror by a few more notches.

Still blurred.

Raised it again.

Still blurred.

Gu Yan looked at the haotian mirror, his brow furrowing slightly.

This highest grade innate spirit treasure seemed to have provided less information when spying on the Immortal Realm in recent years.

In the past, wherever he wanted to see, the mirror would turn and show it clearly.

Now...

Gu Yan’s mind moved again, trying to spy on a familiar place in the Immortal Realm.

The image in the mirror was much blurrier than before.

He tried a few more places.

It remained the same.

Gu Yan’s expression condensed slightly.

Something was wrong.

He raised his hand and activated the true power of the haotian mirror to deduce the heavenly secrets.

Within the mirror, countless images flashed by rapidly.

A moment later, Gu Yan’s eyes shifted slightly.

So that’s how it is.

It wasn’t that the haotian mirror had a problem.

It was the Immortal Realm itself that had a problem.

Gu Yan looked at the results emerging in the haotian mirror; his brow gradually relaxed, yet it also carried a hint of solemnity.

The Immortal Realm is about to undergo a great change.

When Heaven releases its killing intent, the stars shift and the constellations move.

When Earth releases its killing intent, Dragons and snakes rise from the land.

When Man releases his killing intent, heaven and earth are overturned.

And at this moment in the Immortal Realm, the heavenly secrets were chaotic, and killing intent was hidden.

That massive tribulation qi was spreading from the depths of the Immortal Realm, enveloping the entire sky.

The reason the haotian mirror’s spying had weakened was precisely because the heavenly secrets were chaotic, and the difficulty of deduction had greatly increased.

Just like a originally calm water surface suddenly being hit by towering waves, one naturally couldn’t see the things beneath the water clearly.

Gu Yan continued the deduction.

He learned that the scale of this great tribulation in the Immortal Realm was not small.

It was said that every twelve hundred and ninety-six million years, a Yuanhui cycle, a Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth would descend.

This tribulation was not limited to a single Realm but was born from the Origin, sweeping through these myriad heavens, reaching everywhere, and no one could escape.

One Yuanhui is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

Now, it was not far from the next Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.

Before the great tribulation descends, there must be omens.

Chaotic heavenly secrets were the first stage.

Subsequently, various phenomena would frequently occur.

Until a certain moment, the tribulation officially descends.

At that time, countless Immortals would perish and their Dao would vanish, and countless forces would be reduced to ashes.

And that Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King’s ten-thousand-year layout in the Spirit Realm was likely also to fight for a glimmer of hope or to reap enough benefits during this great tribulation.

Gu Yan looked at that patch of Chaos in the haotian mirror and remained silent for a long time.

No wonder.

No wonder the stage of the Spirit Realm had been so lively over these past few centuries.

The demonic cult of the Southern Border, the demon Chaos of the Western Desolation...

One after another, wave upon wave.

It turned out that these were all just the prelude.