Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

270: Chapter 270 Deciding to Severely Defeat the Fallen Demon Emperor!After Long Da received instructions from True Body Gu Yan, he was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed through the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, causing the golden pillars carved with dragons inside to hum and vibrate.

The Heavenly Soldiers guarding outside the hall shivered in fright, nearly dropping the weapons in their hands.

They had never seen Your Majesty laugh like this before.

Long Da laughed for quite a while before stopping, thinking to himself that he could finally stir up some trouble.

Come to think of it, he was the Self Body among Gu Yan’s three External Incarnations.

The evil body Minghe was gloomy all day long, while the good body Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang was always gentle and amiable.

Only he, Long Da, had a temperament closest to True Body Gu Yan; the urge to stir up trouble in his bones was no less than that of the True Body.

Over these years of managing the Heavenly Court in the Abyss of Cangwu, he had territory and soldiers, but life was truly a bit boring.

Every day, he went around tricking Immortals into joining his Heavenly Court and reviewing memorials, just like a retired cadre.

He had wanted to go wander around other parts of the Immortal Realm several times, but he was afraid the True Body would say he was restless.

Now it was great; the True Body had personally ordered that the Heavenly Court should make its debut.

What was this called? This was called making trouble by imperial decree.

Long Da put away his smile and began to ponder seriously: In what form should the Heavenly Court make its debut?

Send troops to attack directly? Too vulgar.

Announce it to the world with great fanfare? Too pretentious.

Find a crowded place and set up a ring? Too low.

He paced back and forth while thinking, walked to the entrance of the hall, and looked up into the distance.

On the horizon far away, that earth-shattering battle was still continuing.

The pressure from the three Immortal Emperors traveled across countless miles, causing even the clouds and mist of the Abyss of Cangwu to churn restlessly.

The most eye-catching thing was a flash of unusual color at the highest point of the firmament.

The Origin True Fire of the Sun Star was being guided by the Demon Emperor, slowly drifting down toward the Immortal Realm.

Although that wisp of golden-white flame was tiny, it emitted a heart-palpitating aura.

Long Da stared at that wisp of fire for a moment and had an idea.

Let’s start with stopping the Demon Emperor.

This old crow was now being attacked by everyone.

The Cang Emperor was attacking him, Emperor Haotian was attacking him, and the Immortal Emperor experts from various forces in the Immortal Realm were rushing over from all directions to attack him as well.

Even those five Buddhas of the Buddhist Sect, although they were currently fighting Immortal Venerable Chenyue and couldn’t spare a hand, definitely wanted to attack him in their hearts.

After all, if such an ally wouldn’t help, that was fine, but to lose their head and personally enter the fray to cause trouble—wasn’t that just purely adding chaos?

With so many people attacking, if he, Long Da, added a kick, what would it count as? Just beating a dog in the water.

It was justified and righteous.

Moreover, this was not just a matter of beating a dog in the water.

He, Long Da, wanted to bring the Heavenly Court onto the grand stage of the Immortal Realm, so he needed a reason for his debut.

Appearing under the banner of stopping the Demon Emperor from destroying the Immortal Realm, no one could say a word against it.

It occupied the moral high ground and accomplished a major feat, killing two birds with one stone.

More importantly, clearing out one faction in advance would also prepare them for future clashes with other major forces.

After this commotion, the Demon Emperor would inevitably suffer a great loss of vitality. Taking advantage of his illness to end his life—if they could chew off this hard bone of the Demon Court first, dealing with the Immortal Court, Divine Court, and Buddhist Sect later would be much more relaxed.

As for whether there was any psychological burden in attacking the Demon Emperor?

Long Da thought for a moment and smiled.

Not at all.

This old crow was not a good Yao to begin with.

In the Immortal Domains ruled by the Demon Court, he practiced the doctrine of Yao Race supremacy.

What did that mean? It meant that in his territory, the Yao Race was the supreme race, and other races, especially the Human Race, were all one grade lower than the Yao Race.

To what extent?

Low enough that the status of the Human Race was no different from pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep.

In the Immortal Domains under the Demon Emperor’s rule, the Human Race was just blood food for the Yao Race.

They could be eaten when desired, killed when desired, used for Alchemy when desired, or used for Artifact Refining when desired.

The Human Race in those Immortal Domains lived miserably.

Some were kept in special pastures, breeding and growing up like livestock, only to be picked out and eaten by the Yao Race.

Some were captured as slaves, doing the hardest and most tiring work, eating the worst and rottenest food, and were beaten to death for the slightest dissatisfaction.

Others were used for cultivation, as some Yao Race Cultivation Techniques required absorbing the blood and souls of the Human Race; a single session of practice would cost thousands of lives.

What was even more disgusting was that not only did the Demon Emperor not care, but he also publicly stated: ”The weak are prey to the strong; it is the way of Heaven. The Human Race is weak, so they deserve to be eaten.”

When these words spread to other parts of the Immortal Realm, many experts frowned, but no one really cared.

For one thing, the Demon Emperor’s strength was there, and for another, those Immortal Domains were, after all, his territory, and it was not easy for outsiders to interfere.

Now that there was an opportunity to deal with this old crow, Long Da wished for the other party to die sooner rather than later.

With his mind made up, Long Da stood up from the throne, ready to set off.

He couldn’t be bothered to bring many people.

Although the Heavenly Court’s soldiers had grown in number under his many years of trickery.

But taking them to an Immortal Emperor-level battlefield was purely cannon fodder.

Even those at the Immortal King level would struggle, let alone those Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

He only needed to bring one thing.

Long Da raised his hand and beckoned toward the depths of the Abyss of Cangwu.

A moment later, a Dragon roar echoed from the bottom of the abyss.

The sound was clear and resonant, spreading far and wide, scattering even the clouds above the Abyss of Cangwu.

Immediately after, a massive figure soared from the abyss into the sky.

It was a Dragon.

A black and white Divine Dragon.

Its body was tens of thousands of feet long, with black and white scales intertwined like a Taiji pattern.

From its head to the tip of its tail, the black and white colors were distributed alternately; it looked neither like a pure black Dragon nor a pure white Dragon.

Its figure was extremely massive; just its head was as big as a small mountain.

Two Dragon horns branched out like coral, with the tips slightly glowing gold.

A pair of vertical pupils were amber-colored, clear and carrying a hint of childishness.

But the most eye-catching part was the pair of wings on its back.

The black and white feathers were layered, and when spread out, they blocked out the sky and sun.

When the wings were spread, they were thousands of miles wide.

The newcomer was none other than the Ying Dragon Yao Xuan.

Yao Xuan flew up from the abyss, circled the Lingxiao Treasure Hall twice, leaned in front of Long Da, and rubbed its head against his hand.

That tens of thousands of feet long body twisted and turned, acting just like a giant, spoiled husky.

Long Da patted its head: ”Alright, alright, stop rubbing. Let’s go, I’ll take you out for a stroll.”

Upon hearing this, Yao Xuan’s amber vertical pupils immediately lit up.

He had also been stifled, staying in the Abyss of Cangwu all day, doing nothing but Cultivate.

Long Da flipped onto Yao Xuan’s back, sat down, and said: ”Head in that direction, where the three Immortal Emperors are fighting.”

Yao Xuan raised its head and let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering Dragon roar, flapped its wings, and turned into a streak of black and white light, soaring into the sky.