Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

237: Chapter 237 Three thousand middle thousand worlds, all now in my possession!Spirit Realm, the main battlefield of the Western Wasteland, the battle was in full swing.

Dozens of Old Ancestors in the Tribulation Crossing Realm were each unleashing their Divine Ability, fighting in a melee with the Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor and several Demon Kings under his command.

In the sky, Spiritual Qi exploded and Demonic Qi surged; it was quite a lively fight.

However, in the eyes of Ming He, it really felt a bit like chickens pecking at each other.

These Cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Realm were considered top-tier combat power in the Spirit Realm, but in front of this Immortal King Incarnation, it was no different from children playing.

After watching for a moment, Ming He felt there was no need to drag it out any longer.

He could have slapped these Demon Kings to death with one palm, but that wouldn’t be stylish enough.

Ming He, when taking action, always insisted on having style.

To be precise, not taking action, but speaking.

The Divine Ability he was about to unleash was none other than the Great Luo Heaven Five Elements Heavenly Mandate Divine Curse.

Seeing Ming He standing on the back of Ice Phoenix Bing Chen, overlooking the Western Wasteland, he spoke slowly, his voice resounding throughout the entire Spirit Realm:

”Heaven and Earth have righteous Qi, manifesting in various forms. Below, they become rivers and mountains; above, they become the sun and stars.”

”In humans, it is called Haoran, filling the vast cosmos. When the imperial path is clear and peaceful, it contains harmony and exhales into the bright court.”

”When times are desperate, integrity is revealed, one by one hanging in history... (100 characters omitted here)”

”Alas, you demons and devils, the blood of humans you have eaten has not yet dried.”

”In the past, you harmed humans; heavenly punishment cannot be escaped.”

”I now obey the Heavenly Mandate to sweep away this cruelty.”

”A sea of fire will burn your souls, ice blades will shatter your livers.”

”Those who will never recover, fall forever into the Nether Abyss.”

”All who eat humans will be purged, all who harm humans will be beheaded.”

”All who act as demons to do evil, all who act as devils to commit treachery.”

”Today, all shall die, not a single life will remain whole.”

”The Spirit Realm shall know, this statement is this chapter.”

”The Great Luo Heavenly Mandate Curse, purging all evil and stubbornness!”

As the voice fell, the Spirit Realm changed abruptly.

Whether in the Western Wasteland, Southern Frontier, or Northern Plains, all demons and devils in the opposing camp who had harmed or eaten humans, regardless of their cultivation level or location, felt their bodies shake, and then they fell to the ground and died.

Those Demon Kings and Demon Generals who were fighting against humans, a moment ago were grinning and killing, the next moment their pupils dilated, and they fell from the sky like puppets with cut strings.

They didn’t even have time to scream before their souls suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Following that, exclamations erupted one after another from the Human Race camp.

”This... this is...”

”Venerable Datong! It is Venerable Datong who has taken action!”

An Old Ancestor in the Tribulation Crossing Realm stood stunned on the spot.

He had just been fighting the Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor to a standstill, in a precarious situation, and originally thought this battle would last for months or even years, who knew the other party would die straight away in the next instant.

What is this?

He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, with the cultivation of Tribulation Crossing Peak, in front of this person, he wasn’t even worth being a supporting character?

Another Sect Master in the Mahayana period gasped even more sharply.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the Sky-Splitting Demon Emperor, who had entrenched in the Western Wasteland for hundreds of years, the body of the Nine Nether Python was ten thousand feet long, and the Demonic Qi covered the sky and sun.

But the moment that voice fell, the massive body crashed to the ground, smashing a bottomless giant pit.

Venerable Datong just recited a poem, and many Demon Kings just died so simply.

All the Cultivators who witnessed this scene had the same thought in their hearts: What Realm has the strength of this Venerable Datong actually reached?

No one could answer.

But everyone knew that from this day on, no one would dare to bully the Human Race of the Spirit Realm.

In less than nine days, all three regions were recovered.

The war ended faster than anyone had anticipated.

The Human Race camp also had casualties, with about several thousand Cultivators dying on the battlefield.

In a war of this scale, this was originally negligible, but for Ming He, these dead people were all members of The Great Alliance, who died fighting for him.

He could not ignore it.

Ming He immediately communicated with True Body Gu Yan using his Divine Soul.

With Gu Yan’s permission, he collected all the souls of these fallen soldiers into the Nine Nether Reincarnation Underworld.

This Nine Nether Reincarnation Underworld was created by Gu Yan’s orange trait, specializing in matters of Reincarnation.

These fallen soldiers entered it, and in their next life, they could be reincarnated into the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, or they could be reincarnated into the Spirit Realm again.

Regardless of where they were reincarnated, they could all obtain better cultivation Aptitude than in this life.

When the news spread, The Great Alliance was both sad and happy.

Sad because comrades had died in battle, happy because the fallen had hope for their next life.

For a time, morale did not fall but rose, and everyone said: Fighting for The Great Alliance, there is no regret even in death.

Meanwhile, victory reports came from the Northern Plains battlefield.

The space rift leading to the Demon Realm had been sealed by the joint efforts of The Great Alliance Cultivators.

This rift was originally the passage for the Demon Realm to invade the Spirit Realm.

Now that the demons and devils were all purged and the rift closed, there was no trace of the Demon Race in the Northern Plains.

...

Immortal Realm, a dark hall.

There was no light in the hall, only a pitch-black rift suspended above the dome, from which the sound of ten thousand ghosts crying could be heard.

And beneath the rift sat a figure.

That figure was over a hundred feet tall, wrapped in black thunder, with eyes like two black suns.

This person was none other than the Grand Demon Venerable of Primordial Beginning, Limitless, World-Ending, Heavenly Punishment.

At this moment, this Great Demon Venerable was slightly stunned.

He sensed that the space rift he had painstakingly set up through his subordinate Xue Tu, using supreme magic power, the Law of deceiving the heavens, and the Restriction that could not be detected by the Heavenly Dao... was gone.

The Great Demon Venerable frowned and immediately probed the direction of the Spirit Realm with his Divine Thought.

The next instant, the entire demon was stunned.

Wait? Where is the Spirit Realm?

Such a big Middle Thousand Worlds, where did it go?

He searched repeatedly several times, turning that Star Domain upside down, let alone the Spirit Realm, he couldn’t even find a speck of dust from the Spirit Realm.

The Great Demon Venerable fell into deep thought.

He was not the only one who was equally confused.

In another deep mountain Immortal Cave, the Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King was sitting on a throne, holding a wine cup with one bull hoof, his third eye half-closed, leisurely and carefree.

He had just sensed that the few chess pieces he had placed in the Spirit Realm, those demon kings of the Yao Race, had suddenly lost contact.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention.

They were just chess pieces, if they were gone, he would just place more.

But when he habitually cast his gaze toward the Spirit Realm, his bull hoof shook, and the wine cup fell.

No.

Where did the Spirit Realm go?

He widened his three eyes, and his bull face was full of confusion.

And bewilderment and incomprehension.

Meanwhile, in various parts of the Immortal Realm, several beings at the level of Immortal King fell into the same confusion.

They all had layouts to varying degrees in the Spirit Realm.

This Middle Thousand Worlds of the Spirit Realm, rich in resources and numerous in living beings, had always been a chessboard for the big shots of the Immortal Realm to play their games.

Now, both the board and the pieces were gone.

A thought simultaneously popped into the minds of the Immortal Kings: Who the hell did this?

The main Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm also felt a strange sensation at this moment.

This feeling was hard to describe.

It was like a person suddenly realizing that something was missing from their body.

It was hard to say what was missing, but it just felt... wrong.

What the Heavenly Dao and the Immortal Kings did not know was that the Middle Thousand Worlds of the Spirit Realm was currently sitting quietly in Gu Yan’s Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven.

The sequence of events was like this: After Ming He finished cleaning up the many tumors in the Spirit Realm, he immediately reported back to the True Body:

The Spirit Realm has been unified, and the world is stepping into a world of complete great unity.

Within the Hall of Longevity, Gu Yan activated the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, drawing upon endless absorption power, and swallowed the entire Spirit Realm into the Grotto-Heaven.

From then on, the Spirit Realm, like the Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm, became an affiliated world of the main Grotto-Heaven, orbiting the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven slowly like a star satellite.

The reason why the outside world could not find it was naturally due to Gu Yan’s red trait, Selfless and Formless Body.

The power of a top-tier red trait needs no further explanation.

...

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

Gu Yan sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed.

He now had a feeling he had never experienced before when absorbing the Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm.

When that Minor Thousand Worlds was absorbed, he felt almost nothing.

It was like throwing a pebble into a pond, causing a few ripples, and then returning to calm.

But this time it was different.

The Spirit Realm was a Middle Thousand Worlds.

Its scale, its foundation, and the power of the Origin Law it contained were far beyond what a Minor Thousand Worlds could compare to.

The moment this world was incorporated into the Grotto-Heaven, Gu Yan clearly felt that his Grotto-Heaven... had become fuller.

Before this, the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, although full of Spiritual Qi and Immortal Qi, always gave people a feeling of emptiness.

It was like a magnificent hall, but there was no furniture inside.

And the addition of the Spirit Realm was like filling this hall with furniture, hanging calligraphy and paintings, and laying carpets.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the Grotto-Heaven increased suddenly, the boundaries of space expanded, and even the flow of time underwent some subtle changes.

Gu Yan could feel that his Grotto-Heaven was evolving toward a more complete and real Major Thousand Worlds.

Previously, the Grotto-Heaven was named Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven; following this trend, it might not be impossible for it to transform and achieve the Great Luo Grotto-Heaven.

At the same time, he also realized some things.

If the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven were compared to a great stomach that could swallow the heavens and the earth, then the Minor Thousand Worlds and Middle Thousand Worlds were the food for its evolution.

Gu Yan already had a vague limit in his mind as to how much this stomach could hold.

For instance, three million Minor Thousand Worlds were equivalent to one Middle Thousand Worlds.

One thousand Middle Thousand Worlds were barely equivalent to one Major Thousand Worlds.

And his Grotto-Heaven could limitlessly swallow three Major Thousand Worlds.

Converting that, it was exactly three thousand Middle Thousand Worlds.

The number of three thousand corresponds to the Perfection of the Heavenly Dao.

This number made Gu Yan feel great joy.

It should be known that the three thousand of the Minor Thousand Worlds is often a virtual reference, speaking of the complexity and infinite nature of its number.

But these three thousand Middle Thousand Worlds were not a virtual number, but a solid total.

Gu Yan’s Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven happened to be able to accommodate them all.

This meant that all the Middle Thousand Worlds in the world would eventually fall into his grasp.