Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

278: Chapter 279 The Lord of Calamity!While Immortal Venerable Chenyue and the five Buddha ancestors of the Buddhist Sect were still locked in a fierce battle within the Sumeru Hidden Mustard Seed barrier.

Far below the distant Immortal Realm, within one of the Middle Thousand Worlds, a person was silently doing something that could shake the very foundation of the Immortal Realm.

This Middle Thousand Worlds was named the Cangxuan Realm.

In this realm, there was a Saint Sect known as the Supreme Heavenly Sect.

It was one of the top Sects in this realm, with experts as numerous as clouds and a profound heritage.

There were as many as ten Elders of the Mahayana Realm.

There were also five Tribulation Crossing Ancestors.

Such a lineup was an existence that could walk unopposed within a Middle Thousand Worlds.

The Supreme Heavenly Sect occupied the Spiritual Vein with the densest Spiritual Qi in this realm, and its Sect buildings rose and fell in succession, truly possessing the atmosphere of an immortal’s home.

However, deep within the Sect, there was a mountain peak that was different from the rest.

This mountain was named Yinxuan Peak, and it was the place with the densest Spiritual Qi in the Supreme Heavenly Sect.

The peak was shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, with waterfalls cascading down and rare flowers and exotic herbs everywhere; it was truly a blessed Grotto-heaven.

Although this mountain was within the Sect, it was protected by an independent Formation.

That Formation was extremely mysterious; even if a Tribulation Crossing Ancestor arrived in person, they would not be able to break it in the slightest.

No one in the entire Sect dared to take a single step into this mountain without permission.

Even stranger was that there were fewer than ten Disciples on this mountain.

Such a vast spiritual mountain was inhabited by only a few people. It was quiet and peaceful on ordinary days, forming a sharp contrast with the bustle of the Sect’s other peaks.

At this moment, atop Yinxuan Peak, a Daoist sat cross-legged on a piece of blue stone.

The Daoist appeared to be in his early twenties, with clear features and hair tied up casually, with a few strands falling over his shoulders.

His external cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

In a major Sect like the Supreme Heavenly Sect, the Foundation Establishment Stage wouldn’t even qualify someone to be a Utility Disciple.

Yet, this Daoist’s status in the Supreme Heavenly Sect was ridiculously high.

When the Sect Master saw him, he had to perform the etiquette of a Disciple.

When the ten Mahayana Elders saw him, they had to bow and offer their greetings.

Even the five Tribulation Crossing Ancestors had to respectfully call him Senior.

As for the other Disciples of the Sect, they had no idea such a person lived on this mountain.

They only knew that Yinxuan Peak was a Forbidden Ground, and anyone who entered without permission would be expelled from the Sect.

This Daoist was named Shen Jie, and his Daoist title was Daoist Kuxuan.

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Daoist Kuxuan slowly opened his eyes and took an object out from his sleeve.

It was a bead.

It was the size of a fist, grey all over, with a faint mist swirling on its surface.

Within the mist, countless tiny bolts of lightning could be seen moving about, crackling and popping, yet making no sound.

This bead was named the Tribulation Fortune Bead, and it was Daoist Kuxuan’s natal Magic Treasure.

This bead had no offensive or defensive capabilities; it had only one use: to control tribulation qi.

The tribulation qi between heaven and earth is formless and substanceless; ordinary Cultivators cannot perceive it at all.

But through this Tribulation Fortune Bead, Daoist Kuxuan could not only perceive the flow of tribulation qi but also guide, trigger, and even condense it to a certain extent.

tribulation qi was originally a masterless thing, naturally breeding when a Great Kalpa arrived and naturally dissipating when it left.

However, Daoist Kuxuan had a way to make the tribulation qi stay longer in places he wanted and detour away from places he didn’t.

This ability could be considered large or small.

In a small sense, it only influenced the direction of the tribulation qi and could not change the overall situation.

In a large sense, during a Great Kalpa, wherever the tribulation qi reached was where slaughter and death would occur.

Whoever could control tribulation qi could seek good fortune and avoid disaster during a Great Kalpa, or even kill with a borrowed knife.

Daoist Kuxuan held the Tribulation Fortune Bead in his palm, closed his eyes to concentrate, and muttered something under his breath.

If someone were to listen closely, they would be able to distinguish that it wasn’t some scripture or mantra, but a curse.

A curse upon the Yao Race of the Immortal Realm.

This was a long story.

Years ago, the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu presided over the Demon Court, ruling over thirty-six immortal domains in the Immortal Realm, his power at its peak.

However, when one thousand of the three thousand Middle Thousand Worlds vanished without reason, the various great experts of the Immortal Realm all felt a shortage of regional resources.

They all turned their gazes toward the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, intending to expand their territory and fill the void.

The Cangxuan Realm was the one that the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu had set his sights on.

At that time, the Demon Emperor’s plan was set, and he dispatched a Golden Immortal level Yao Race expert, leading three thousand Yao, to head toward the Cangxuan Realm in a grand manner.

It was called protection, but in reality, it was enslavement.

However, this team had just stepped into the Cangxuan Realm and had not yet gained a foothold before they all met their ends.

When the news reached the Demon Court, the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu flew into a rage.

He personally took action, using a Divine Ability to deduce who had done it, intending to find the person who dared to pluck the tiger’s whiskers and tear them into ten thousand pieces.

But after deducing for a long time, he found nothing at all.

The traces of the person who acted were so clean it was as if they had never existed.

The Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu was unwilling to give up and deduced several more times, but the result was the same.

Even more troublesome was that before he could even think of a way to retaliate, a curse had already taken hold of him.

That curse was formless and substanceless, yet it was like a maggot in the bone, haunting him day and night, making him restless and causing tribulation qi to breed.

To stabilize his mind, the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu had no choice but to temporarily suppress his anger and continue to preside over the Demon Court, not daring to act rashly.

This wait lasted until the Buddhist Sect was attacked by Immortal Venerable Chenyue.

Then the Immortal Court and the Divine Court took advantage of the situation to strike, joining forces to capture three immortal domains under the Demon Court’s rule.

The Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu could bear it no longer and finally took the field himself.

The Immortal Realm knew everything that happened after that.

The Cang Emperor and Emperor Haotian joined forces to attack him. He was no match for them, and in his delirious state, he drew upon the Sun Star’s Origin True Fire, intending to incinerate the Immortal Realm.

Finally, he was slain by the lord of the Heavenly Court, Long Da, and his soul was extinguished.

From beginning to end, no one knew that behind all of this, there was an invisible hand pushing things in the shadows.

The owner of that hand was Daoist Kuxuan.

Now, more than three thousand days and nights have passed since the fall of the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu, but Daoist Kuxuan has still not let go of the curse.

What he was cursing was no longer just the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu alone, but the entire Yao Race of the Immortal Realm.

The Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu was dead, but the Yao Race was not.

Within the Immortal Realm, besides the Demon Court, there were other existences at the level of Demon Emperors.

Some were in secluded meditation, some were hidden in mountains and forests, and some ruled over a region. Although they were not as high-profile as Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu, they were still genuine overlords.

What Daoist Kuxuan wanted was to make these Demon Emperors unable to sit still as well.

Besides the Yao Race, there was also the Demon Race.

On the surface, the Demon Race had no Devil Emperors in the Immortal Realm, but Daoist Kuxuan had a mysterious origin and knew far more than others.

He knew well that there were several old Devil Emperors of the Demon Race hiding very deeply.

Some were sleeping deep within the Void Realm, while others disguised themselves as ordinary demon Cultivators and mingled in the marketplaces, refusing to show their faces easily.

But if the tribulation qi became intense enough, they would be startled awake and forced to enter the tribulation.

What Daoist Kuxuan wanted was to drag them all into the mess.

Therefore, every day he would take out the Tribulation Fortune Bead to curse all the Yao Race and all demon Cultivators.

He didn’t just want the life of the Demon Emperor Sacred Heavenly Lord Jin Yu; he wanted a full-scale conflict to break out in the entire Immortal Realm.

Humans versus Yao, righteous versus demon, humans versus humans, and the Buddhist Sect versus various other forces.

All conflicts would be detonated at once, fighting until heaven and earth were turned upside down, fighting until things were beyond repair.

Only in this way could the Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation reach its highest peak at the fastest speed.

Only in this way could he truly wait for that opportunity.

With the help of the tribulation qi, he would achieve the status of a Saint in one fell swoop.

For this, he was willing to pay any price.

After the daily curse, Daoist Kuxuan’s face would be covered in blood, bleeding from his seven orifices, his appearance terrifying.

Such was the backlash of the tribulation qi.

But he was already used to it, and he didn’t even care.

Daoist Kuxuan wiped the blood from his face, looked toward the horizon, and murmured to himself, ”Soon, soon.”

”Once the Immortal Realm is completely invaded by the tribulation qi...”

”The next one will be the Saint Realm.”