Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

239: Chapter 239 Throughout history, many great calamities have unfolded gradually; why is this one progressing so rapidly?Time passed swiftly, fleeting like a white steed glimpsed through a crack.

Several more years slipped quietly by since the Spirit Realm and the Xuanhuang Realm were incorporated into the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven.

For all living beings within the Grotto-Heaven, the most notable change during this period was that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had become far richer than before.

As for the beings from those absorbed Middle Thousand Worlds, they weren’t even aware that their worlds had changed masters and become part of a new overarching heaven and earth.

For them, it was simply that one day, they suddenly discovered the entire world was now managed by an organization called the Great Alliance of the Heavens and Universe.

This organization acted decisively, with clear and distinct rules.

Cultivators could still compete with one another, contend for treasures, engage in magical duels, and debate the Dao—these were all perfectly normal occurrences on the path of Cultivation.

However, there was one red line that must not be crossed.

Do not harm living beings without cause, do not harm others with evil methods, and do not bully the weak and slaughter wantonly.

In simple terms, healthy competition was allowed, but wicked deeds were forbidden.

The Great Alliance’s rules were few, but each was enforced with the utmost strictness.

Whoever touched the line died, without exception.

Naturally, some didn’t believe this at first, thinking this world had always been one of survival of the fittest. What rules could there possibly be?

And then... there was no ’and then’.

Those who tested the law vanished utterly, not even their souls remaining.

As time passed, everyone came to understand one thing: this Great Alliance was not playing games.

The reason The Great Alliance could manage these many worlds so effectively was quite simple.

Venerable Datong was sitting right on top.

Who dared to cause trouble?

Now, about those Disciples whom Gu Yan had sent out to digest their own tribulation qi.

Initially, Gu Yan had scattered them out to temper their tribulation qi within various Middle Thousand Worlds, which also served as a form of training.

Now that these Middle Thousand Worlds were being incorporated into the Grotto-Heaven one by one, these Disciples naturally couldn’t continue their digestion there.

Gu Yan gave them two options.

First, return to the Grotto-Heaven, Cultivate as they should, rest as they wish.

Second, continue their training in other Middle Thousand Worlds to finish digesting the remaining tribulation qi.

Some chose the former, and quite a few chose the latter.

Those who chose to return were mostly the ones who had been out adventuring for decades, their novelty worn off, feeling that home was more comfortable.

The Grotto-Heaven was rich in Spiritual Qi and resources, free from the messy risks of the outside world. Wasn’t it better to just lie back and Cultivate?

Those who chose to continue venturing out had grown accustomed to life outside.

Some had made new Fellow Daoist friends, some had risen to prominence in a particular world, and some simply felt freer outside, not wanting to return and be constrained.

Gu Yan did not force them, letting them go as they pleased.

After all, there were still plenty of Middle Thousand Worlds outside for them to stir up trouble in.

And so, time passed year after year.

The Middle Thousand Worlds grew fewer by the day.

It wasn’t that the great powers of the Immortal Realm hadn’t noticed this change, nor that they hadn’t tried to stop or investigate it.

They had tried many methods.

They planted agents and spies in certain Middle Thousand Worlds in advance, but once that world completely vanished, all their carefully cultivated informants and sleeper agents would sink like stones into the sea, with not a single trace of news returning.

There were even Immortal Kings who refused to believe it, relying on their supreme Cultivation, insisting on going to investigate personally.

The result remained the same: none returned.

For those Immortal Kings who stepped into the Middle Thousand Worlds, as the worlds vanished, their life-bound Soul Lamps in the Immortal Realm all extinguished.

They were dead beyond dead.

At this point, everyone panicked.

Even beings at the Immortal Emperor level were no exception.

Because they discovered that even when an Immortal Emperor personally investigated, they could only vaguely sense that those Middle Thousand Worlds were disappearing, yet were completely unable to trace their whereabouts, much less stop the process.

This left the many great powers of the Immortal Realm trembling with fear.

Having Cultivated for tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of years, they believed they stood at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, capable of turning clouds with a flip of their hand and summoning rain with a turn of their palm.

Yet now they realized that before this unknown existence, they seemed no different from the ants they themselves looked down upon.

A great Immortal Emperor power sighed:

’The initial momentum of this world’s immeasurable calamity is actually this terrifying?’

’Throughout the ages, all great calamities have progressed step by step, from shallow to deep, beginning with minor disasters and tribulations as probes, then gradually escalating, at least giving all living beings some chance to catch their breath and respond.’

’But what about this time? Before the calamity has even reached its peak, countless Middle Thousand Worlds have vanished into thin air, without leaving a single trace of omen or a ripple of aftermath.’

’So bizarre and unpredictable... what kind of terrifying existence lies behind this, capable of wiping out Middle Thousand Worlds with a mere turn of the hand?’

No one could answer this question.

Because they understood in their hearts that an existence capable of silently making Middle Thousand Worlds disappear one after another, one that even Immortal Emperors could not stop, was terrifying to a degree beyond their comprehension.

What if this existence one day turned its attention to the Immortal Realm?

This thought flashed through the mind of every Immortal Emperor.

And while the many great powers of the Immortal Realm were overwhelmed by the immeasurable calamity, investigating everywhere yet repeatedly hitting walls, their hearts filled with unease and doubt...

...in a certain forgotten, desolate corner of the Immortal Realm, a force called the Heavenly Court was expanding quietly, avoiding all eyes, rising step by step with an increasingly vigorous momentum.