Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

185: Chapter 185 Guarding the Mortal Realm for Three Thousand Years!Spirit Realm, Eastern Continent, Azure Wave Sect.

After Ghost captured that demon dragon, he kept it as a spiritual pet for the time being.

At first, Ao Cang was trembling with fear, terrified that this terrifying existence would crush him to death if he became unhappy.

Later, he discovered that Ghost had no killing intent toward him, and simply went about his daily business—playing the zither or flute, occasionally glancing at him.

Ao Cang gradually felt relieved, but he did not dare to act presumptuously, staying honestly in the back mountain of the Azure Wave Sect.

When hungry, he would swallow a few mouthfuls of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi; when tired, he would curl up in a corner to doze.

This stay lasted for a whole year.

A year’s time is neither long nor short.

But for an old dragon who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it was just the time it took for a nap.

However, during this year, Ao Cang’s arrogance had been mostly worn away.

When he was first captured, he still felt somewhat indignant in his heart.

He felt he was just unlucky to have run into a hidden mighty expert.

Later, when he gradually discovered that Ghost seemed to be just a vanguard for an even more terrifying existence, that bit of indignation completely vanished into thin air.

If an existence of this level was just running errands for someone else, what right did he, a mixed-blood dragon at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, have to be indignant?

He was submissive, completely submissive.

Gu Yan felt the time was right, so he had Ghost place several Restrictions within Ao Cang’s Divine Soul.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust this dragon, but rather that for such matters, relying solely on trust was unreliable.

Once the Restrictions were set, Ao Cang naturally sensed them, but he didn’t dare to make a sound.

When one is under another’s roof, one must bow their head.

Moreover, he wasn’t even under a roof now; at most, he was just an earthworm in someone’s courtyard.

After arranging these matters, Gu Yan had Ghost send Ao Cang to Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm.

Ghost reached out and grabbed him, tossing Ao Cang into a crack in the Void Realm.

Ao Cang felt the world spinning and his vision blurred; by the time he regained his senses, he was already in a strange world.

Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm.

As soon as Ao Cang landed, he felt something was wrong.

The Spiritual Qi in this world was appallingly thin.

If the Spiritual Qi of the Spirit Realm was a vast ocean, then the Spiritual Qi of this world was at most a small puddle.

He instinctively tried to breathe in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but after inhaling for a long time, he couldn’t even manage a full burp.

Ao Cang stood frozen on the spot, silent for a long time.

He tried to release his Divine Sense and found that it could indeed spread out, covering tens of thousands of miles without issue.

But for every breath he maintained it, the consumption of magic power was several times higher than in the Spirit Realm.

The reason was simple.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in this world was too low, so his body was constantly leaking magic power outward.

Like a wooden bucket full of water placed in a dry desert, water vapor would constantly seep out.

To maintain the water in the bucket without it decreasing, one would have to constantly add water.

But the problem was, the ’water’ in this world was too scarce.

Ao Cang felt as though he had gone from a majestic general to a prisoner carrying heavy shackles.

He looked down at his shrunken dragon body, then up at the sky of this strange world, and let out a long sigh.

Then he remembered the task assigned to him by that ’Master’ he had never met.

Guard this realm.

Don’t let the people from the Buddhist Sect come to seize territory.

It was that simple.

At the time, Ao Cang thought this job wasn’t hard.

Now he felt that while the job wasn’t hard, it was very miserable.

Staying every day in a place with Spiritual Qi as thin as a desert, while also having to be constantly on guard against people sent by the Buddhist Sect to investigate.

How did he, a dignified ancient vicious dragon at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, end up as a gatekeeper?

Ao Cang sighed again.

However, that ’Master’ had also said that if he guarded this realm for three thousand years, he would be given back his freedom and granted an Opportunity.

Ao Cang thought about it and decided it wasn’t unacceptable.

It was only three thousand years; wouldn’t it pass in the blink of an eye?

But he didn’t dare to actually sleep.

What if the people from the Buddhist Sect snuck down while he was sleeping?

Ao Cang sighed once more.

He chose a mountain range where the Spiritual Qi was relatively dense and coiled up to make it his lair.

Every day, he breathed in Spiritual Qi to maintain his magic power and simultaneously split off a few strands of Divine Sense to cover the key areas of this world.

If any outsider descended, he would be able to detect them immediately.

Days passed like this, one by one.

Ao Cang gradually grew accustomed to this frugal way of life.

He even began to learn how to use the minimum consumption of magic power to maintain the maximum deterrent force.

After all, his current identity was not some ancient vicious dragon, but the watchdog of this Mortal Realm.

Since he was a watchdog, he had to have the awareness of a watchdog.

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Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, Hall of Longevity.

After arranging Ao Cang’s affairs, Gu Yan sat down on a prayer mat and pondered for a moment.

There was no need to worry about Ao Cang’s side for the time being.

Even if the Buddhist Sect wanted to send someone down to investigate, they couldn’t possibly send a mighty expert to scout the way right from the start.

Gu Yan withdrew his thoughts and began to calculate another matter.

Feng Jiuge.

That kid would probably be able to Breakthrough to the Peak of the Late Stage of the Tribulation Crossing Realm in about another hundred years.

At that time, he should consider bringing him to the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven.

Gu Yan did not intend to let Feng Jiuge undergo Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

After Ascension, one would only be in the Human Immortal Realm, which belonged to the lowest level of existence in the Immortal Realm.

This wasn’t to say that everyone in the Immortal Realm was higher than the Human Immortal Realm.

There were also Mortals and low-level Cultivators in the Immortal Realm; those people lived in the barren lands of the Immortal Realm, and their cultivation was even inferior to Mahayana Cultivators in the Middle Thousand Worlds.

But the problem was that all the good places in the Immortal Realm—those with abundant Spiritual Qi and blessed grotto-heavens—were occupied by great powers.

Of those who could occupy such places, which one didn’t have an Old Ancestor as their background?

Those Old Ancestors were, at the very least, in the Profound Immortal or Golden Immortal Realm.

If a Human Immortal Realm Cultivator ran up there and landed in the territory of those great powers, it would be no different from delivering a meal.

If an Old Ancestor saw that your latent talent was good, they could reach out and refine you into a Medicinal Pill, and you wouldn’t even have a place to cry.

Even though Feng Jiuge had already experienced the Awakening of a trace of the Star God power of the Yinghuo Star God, it was still only a trace.

Back then, the Yinghuo Star God was an existence at the Immortal King level, but he was struck down to the Mortal world by Emperor Cang and forced into Reincarnation to cultivate again.

If Feng Jiuge rashly ascended to the Immortal Realm, if he happened to attract the attention of that Emperor Cang of the Immortal Court...

Gu Yan felt this matter was not easy to handle.

When Emperor Cang banished the Yinghuo Star God back then, he certainly didn’t want him to return to the Immortal Realm too quickly.

Although Feng Jiuge had not yet fully awakened his past life memories, that trace of Star God power on his body was as conspicuous as a torch in the dark night to the mighty experts of the Immortal Realm.

When the time came, Emperor Cang could casually slap him down, and not even ashes would remain of Feng Jiuge.

However, there was one thing Gu Yan had already confirmed.

The fact that Feng Jiuge went from the Spirit Realm to the Demon Realm through that Jade Slip was the work of an Immortal Emperor.

And that Immortal Emperor was not Emperor Cang.

As for who that Immortal Emperor was and what they were planning, Gu Yan was too lazy to look into it for the time being.

In any case, Feng Jiuge was his man now; he would get angry with anyone who tried to snatch him away.

Gu Yan closed his eyes and thought no more.