Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

158: Chapter 158 The Demon Realm, the Demon Ancestor’s Incarnation Descends!Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, Mount Buzhou.

The ten days of preaching had concluded, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

On the mountain path, the crowd flowed like water, descending slowly.

Inside the Hall of Longevity.

Gu Yan’s figure appeared out of thin air, landing before the window.

He watched the crowd on Mount Buzhou move further and further away, his expression indifferent.

Come to think of it, most of what he had preached over these ten days was simply common knowledge regarding cultivation.

From the Qi Refining Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm, from Soul Transformation to the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

The key points, essentials, and precautions for every Realm.

These things could be explained by any random Cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

But, it all depends on who is doing the talking.

For example.

With the same recipe, a Mortal chef would only produce ordinary food, enough to fill one’s stomach.

But if an Ancient Food God were to prepare it personally, it would be Dragon liver and Phoenix marrow, which could increase one’s cultivation and extend one’s life upon consumption.

With the same boxing technique, a martial arts instructor would only perform it as a routine for strengthening the body.

But if a martial arts Grandmaster were to unleash it, it would be a deadly technique capable of splitting stone and taking lives.

That is the difference.

What is Gu Yan’s current Realm?

Eighth Level True Immortal.

At his level, even a casual sentence contained insights into the Dao and its laws.

Every word and every sentence carried his own Immortal Origin energy, seeping into the listeners’ minds like a gentle spring breeze bringing rain.

Those so-called common knowledge points, when spoken by him, were no longer simple pieces of information.

They were the Dao.

They were his understanding of this path, his insights into Heaven and Earth, and the validation of his cultivation.

That is the difference.

...

Demon Realm.

In the deepest part of the Southern Region, a place surrounded by mountains.

The terrain here was treacherous, with mountains that looked as if they had been carved by blades and axes, piercing straight into the clouds.

The mountains were shrouded in mist all year round; the mist was grayish-black and carried a pungent, foul stench.

If a Mortal of this Realm were to inhale a single breath, they would bleed from their seven orifices and die instantly.

Even ordinary Demon Race Cultivators would not dare to stay here for long without protection.

Between the mountains, there was a flat valley.

In the center of the valley stood a massive altar.

The altar was octagonal and built entirely from pitch-black boulders, with every stone carved full of twisted formation patterns.

Those formation patterns faintly glowed, emitting an eerie and cold aura.

Dozens of figures stood around the altar.

All of them were Demon Race.

The person at the lead had a tall figure, possessed six eyes, and a deep aura, with Devilish Qi surging around his body; he was clearly an Old Ancestor of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Behind him stood seven or eight figures with slightly weaker auras, but they were also of the Mahayana Realm.

Further out, dozens of Demon Race guards in the Void Refining Realm surrounded the altar.

At the center of the altar.

A young girl of the Demon Race knelt on the ground.

Her figure was slender, she had silver-white fur, and her ears were pointed and long.

But at this moment, the girl’s appearance could hardly be called pleasant.

Thick vines grew out from the cracks in the altar’s stones, tightly wrapping around her.

Those vines were covered in sharp barbs that pierced deep into her flesh.

Her silver-white fur was stained red with blood in large patches, matted into strands and sticking to her body.

The girl kept her head lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

Only her occasionally trembling body indicated that she was still alive.

At the edge of the altar, the six-eyed Demon Race Old Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the girl, his eyes devoid of any pity.

”The time is almost up,” he said indifferently.

A Mahayana Realm Demon Race member behind him stepped forward half a pace and bowed, saying, ”Old Ancestor, do we really have to use her? This girl is, after all, at the Void Refining Realm; if nurtured properly, she might one day attain the Mahayana Realm.”

The six-eyed Old Ancestor glanced at him, his tone indifferent, ”Nurture? Can this seat afford to wait?”

That Mahayana Realm Demon Race member trembled and dared not speak further.

The six-eyed Old Ancestor withdrew his gaze, looked at the girl in the center of the altar, and said slowly, ”To be chosen as a sacrifice is the honor of her lineage.”

”Her father died at the hands of the Human Race, and her mother passed away from depression; had the clan not taken her in, she would have died long ago.”

”Now, it is merely a matter of paying back what she owes the clan.”

The Mahayana Realm Demon Race member remained silent.

The other Demon Race members also maintained their usual expressions, without a shred of pity.

This is the Demon Realm.

The weak are prey to the strong; it is the natural law of the world.

The six-eyed Old Ancestor said no more and waved his hand.

Hum!

On the altar, the formation patterns on those pitch-black boulders suddenly shone brightly.

A scarlet light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire valley in blood-red.

The girl’s body shuddered violently, and she let out a faint groan.

The barbs on those vines pierced a few inches deeper.

Blood flowed down along the vines and seeped into the cracks of the altar’s stones.

The six-eyed Old Ancestor looked up at the sky, chanting words.

That was the Ancient Demon language; every syllable was as heavy as a mountain, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble faintly.

”With blood as the guide, with life as the sacrifice.”

”Communing with the Upper Realm, respectfully requesting the Ancestor to descend!”

Boom!

A pillar of blood-colored light shot up from the altar, piercing straight into the clouds.

In the sky, the clouds churned and gradually split open to form a gap.

Behind the gap, a vast world could be faintly seen.

Immortal Realm.

That gap existed for only a moment before slowly closing.

But that moment was enough.

Above the altar, a mass of blood-colored mist appeared out of thin air and slowly condensed.

The mist transformed into a blurry figure.

The aura of that figure was so strong that just a wisp of its pressure falling caused every Demon Race member present to tremble in their hearts.

The Mahayana Realm Demon Race members bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at it.

Even the six-eyed Old Ancestor bowed slightly, his expression respectful.

”Your descendant respectfully welcomes the Ancestor’s descent,” he said in a deep voice.

The figure gradually solidified.

It was a Demon Race member in the appearance of a middle-aged man, with two horns, a sinister face, and dark golden eyes.

He looked down and swept his gaze across below, his eyes landing on the six-eyed Old Ancestor, and nodded slightly.

”Well done.”

The six-eyed Old Ancestor said respectfully, ”Being able to serve the Ancestor is this descendant’s good fortune.”

The Golden Immortal Realm Demon Race Incarnation smiled faintly and did not say much.

He naturally knew that these descendants had gone to such great lengths to summon him to descend, certainly not because of any good fortune.

It was merely to rely on him as their backer.

But that did not matter.

Everyone was just getting what they needed.

He actually had the means to let his own Incarnation return to the Demon Realm.

With his Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, tearing through the barriers of the two Realms and projecting a wisp of his Incarnation down was not impossible.

But that required a price.

He did not want to pay these costs himself.

Since there were descendants willing to bear it for him, that was naturally for the best.

As for the girl on the altar...

Her Bloodline was considered pure enough, barely qualifying.

But it did not matter; he only needed a temporary vessel, he could slowly change it later.

”This seat will stay in the Demon Realm for a period of time during this descent.”

”You may present the intelligence you have collected over these years one by one.”

The six-eyed Old Ancestor stepped forward half a pace, bowed slightly, and began to report, ”Ancestor, please allow me to inform you that recently there has indeed been some movement throughout the Demon Realm.”

”In the Eastern Region, the Scarlet Flame Demonic Lord and the Black Water Old Freak have fought several battles, burning the three-thousand-mile Scarlet Flame Valley to the ground; both have damaged their Origin Qi, and are currently in seclusion, having temporarily ceased hostilities.”

”The Ice Soul Demon Palace in the Northern Region opened an ancient ruin three months ago; out of the thirteen people who entered, only five came out. It is said that they obtained some ancient Magic Treasures of decent quality.”

”As for our Southern Region...”

He paused, his brows slightly furrowed.

”Recently, a boy from the Human Race has appeared in our Southern Region, slaughtering our Demon Race tribes everywhere.”

”He calls himself Feng Jiuge. He is not very old; judging by his bone age, he is only about a hundred years old, but his movement techniques are extremely bizarre.”

”What is even more hateful is that set of Magic Treasures...”