Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

176: Chapter 176 If this is how you surrender, you might as well just kill yourself.As soon as Gu Yan emerged from seclusion, a slight movement of his Divine Sense allowed him to detect something unusual.

Outside the Hall of Longevity, that eternal myriad heavens world tree had already grown its second leaf.

He strolled closer and raised his hand to lightly touch the leaf.

Sure enough, this tree had connected to another world.

Gu Yan pondered for a moment, then casually summoned Dragon Duke and commanded, ”Go and check the background of that world.”

”If it is as ordinary as the previous world, let Fang Yuan take the Heaven and Earth as One Great Love Alliance over there. Preach the Dao where it should be preached, develop where it should be developed, and simply spread Great Love.”

”If there is any combat power that can rival you or me, then first find out the truth of their strength and plot slowly.”

Dragon Duke took the order, his body turning into a streak of light that vanished into the leaf.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Dragon Duke returned from the tree, lowered his hands, and reported:

”Dao Lord, that world is similar to the previous one; there is no remarkable high-level combat power.”

”It is currently in a state of war with various factions carving it up and the people living in misery. It is quite a good place to preach the Dao.”

Gu Yan nodded and asked no more.

Such a world was not worth his personal trouble.

He casually sent a thought to Fang Yuan, telling him to take the people from the Heaven and Earth as One Great Love Alliance over.

With Fang Yuan’s methods, he could directly sweep through and develop in such a low-martial world.

Gu Yan strolled back into the Hall of Longevity and sat on the taixu guiyuan prayer mat, calculating in his heart that once this world also attained ’Great Love under Heaven,’ the Great Love halo behind him should become even brighter.

The thought merely flickered for a moment before he stopped thinking about it.

It was like playing a game on AFK mode to grind experience; one only needed to glance at the progress bar occasionally, no need to keep staring at it.

Cultivation was still the priority.

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Spirit Realm, somewhere in the Northern Plains.

This was a palace built deep underground—though calling it a palace was less accurate than calling it a cage.

The surrounding walls were covered with dense Demonic Path Formations.

A scorching Devilish Qi filled the air, eroding the Divine Soul and Physical Body of those trapped within at every moment.

Staying inside was like being placed over a roaring fire to be slowly roasted; no scars appeared on the flesh, but the Divine Soul was tormented day after day, making one wish for life yet be unable to live, and wish for death yet be unable to die.

The hall was packed with tens of thousands of Cultivators, all of whom were Loose Cultivators captured from various parts of the Spirit Realm, as well as some Sect Disciples.

Among them were Disciples from the Central Plains and various great Sects of the Eastern Continent, such as the Tianyan Dao Sect, Heavenly Sword Sect, and Taixu Palace; every house and Sect was represented.

There were even a few Disciples from the Azure Wave Sect.

These people had been locked here for as short as a few months or as long as several years, and most of their spirits had withered to the extreme.

In front of every Cultivator sat a fist-sized Gu insect.

That Gu insect was pitch black and covered in barbs; as its mouthparts opened and closed, it emitted bursts of putrid stench.

If they ate it, a demonic seed would be planted, and from then on, their Divine Souls would be controlled, their lives and deaths no longer their own as they completely became a member of the demonic Cultivators.

If they didn’t eat it, they could only suffer the torment of the soul here day after day until they collapsed.

On this day, the palace doors slammed open.

Burning Heaven Demon Venerable strode in with large steps, demonic flames surging around him and pressure as heavy as a mountain, causing the tens of thousands of Cultivators in the hall to turn pale in unison.

He stood upon the high platform, looking down at the Cultivators below like lambs to the slaughter, a playful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

”Everyone, this seat has come today to bring you two paths.”

”First, voluntarily eat the Soul-Devouring Gu before you and join my Fentian Imperial Dynasty.”

”This seat can guarantee your lives will be safe and your cultivation won’t be lost. In the future, the resources required for cultivation will not be lacking for you.”

”Not only will you not have to die, but you can live better than before.”

”Second, don’t eat it.”

”Then you can slowly endure here.”

”After one year, whether you eat it or not, you will all become sacrifices for the True Demon.”

”At that time, your Divine Souls will be extinguished, and you won’t even have the chance for Reincarnation.”

In truth, with Burning Heaven Demon Venerable’s methods, he could have simply taken all these Cultivators down and forced them to swallow the Gu insects.

With his Tribulation Crossing Peak cultivation, the tens of thousands of people present tied together would not be his match for even a single move.

But he didn’t want to do that.

Forcing them was too boring.

When a person becomes perverted, their train of thought differs from normal people.

It’s like a cat catching a mouse; it refuses to bite it to death in one go, insisting on letting it go a few times and then catching it again, feeling comfortable only when watching the mouse flee in panic.

Burning Heaven Demon Venerable was in such a state of mind now.

He never enjoyed the result, but rather the process.

Watching these so-called Righteous Path Cultivators collapse bit by bit in fear and humiliation, giving up their dignity piece by piece, and finally crawling at his feet like dogs begging for mercy.

This feeling was a hundred times more satisfying than killing them directly.

As soon as his voice fell, the hall was plunged into a dead silence.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators looked at each other.

Some showed fear.

Some gritted their teeth in hatred.

Others had flickering eyes, clearly already calculating in their hearts.

Just then, a figure stood up in the corner.

It was a feminine-looking man with a delicate face like a woman’s and a rather petite frame.

His cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Realm Middle Stage, which wasn’t considered outstanding among these tens of thousands, but at this moment, he became the focus of the entire room.

He looked down at the ugly Gu insect before him, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out to grab it and swallowed it in one gulp with his eyes closed.

The moment the Gu insect entered his stomach, a trace of pain flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to normal.

He raised his head, bowed deeply toward Burning Heaven Demon Venerable on the high platform, and said in a clear voice:

”This Junior is willing to serve the Demon Venerable with the loyalty of a dog or horse, going through water and fire without hesitation.”

Seeing this, Burning Heaven Demon Venerable was immediately overjoyed.

He liked those who understood the times.

People who understood the times were easier to use.

He fixed his gaze on the person speaking.

Hmm, although he was a man, his face was even more delicate than a woman’s, and his frame was also petite and exquisite.

Though his cultivation wasn’t high, this appearance... had a unique flavor.

Burning Heaven Demon Venerable laughed loudly and with a wave of his hand, a surge of magic power snatched the feminine man out of thin air, pulling him directly into his embrace.

He pinched the other’s chin with one hand, forcing him to look up, and smiled, ”Good, good, good! A man of mettle knows when to yield; this seat likes heroes like you the most.”

”Serve me well tonight, and this seat will not lack benefits for you.”

Upon hearing this, the feminine man’s expression instantly froze.

The color drained from his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning a deathly pale.

His lips trembled slightly; he wanted to say something, but nothing would come out.

He had thought that surrendering was just kneeling to kowtow a few times and saying a few pleasant words to trade for a way to live.

Who would have thought... who would have thought there was such a thing?

The other Cultivators in the hall had been watching, and seeing this scene, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

Hiss!

Many people’s faces became even uglier than that feminine man’s.

Especially some young and handsome Righteous Path Disciples; at this moment, they only felt their rear tighten and a chill run down their spines as they subconsciously shrank back into the crowd.

This motherf*cker...

If surrendering meant this, it was better to just bash one’s head and die.