Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

301: Chapter 302 Yuan Sect, Ye Yun!The Saint Realm was, after all, a Major Thousand World.

It was vast, so vast that even an Immortal Emperor could spend their entire life and still find it difficult to cross.

No one could say for certain how high the sky was, how deep the sea reached, or how many continents and lands there were.

The creatures of the Saint Realm only knew that since this world was carved out from Chaos, it had always been the pinnacle of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

Now, the Immortal Realm, its twin Major Thousand World, had vanished into thin air.

Along with it, the three thousand Middle Thousand Worlds had also disappeared without a trace.

When the news reached the Saint Realm, many were unable to sleep at night.

But as time passed, life eventually had to go on.

The Heavenly Laws of the Saint Realm continued to operate, Spiritual Qi remained abundant, and all living beings continued their cultivation.

Countless Small Thousand Mortal Realm still hung around the Saint Realm like scattered stars; though inconspicuous, they were also a part of the world’s Luck.

Moreover, as long as the Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation passed, new Middle Thousand Worlds could be reborn by the Heavenly Dao.

Rebirth after tribulation and the replacement of all things—this was the ultimate truth of the world’s operation.

Therefore, although the various sects of the Saint Realm were worried, they were not driven to despair.

What truly made them restless was the ’existence’ behind the disappearance of the Immortal Realm.

That terrifying existence capable of silently moving an entire Major Thousand World.

But that existence did not show its face, did not speak, and did not even leave a single trace.

The Cultivators of the Saint Realm could only wait, watch, and endure.

Waiting for the day when the Great Tribulation would truly descend.

Somewhere in the Saint Realm, at the Yuan Sect Daoist Rite.

The Yuan Sect was one of the top sects in the Saint Realm; its Sect Master, Venerable Yu, was a Primordial Chaos Limitless Saint.

The sect had countless Disciples and a multitude of experts; those in the Great Luo Unity Realm were also not few in number.

Among the current generation of Yuan Sect Disciples, Senior Brother Lingyangzi was the most prominent.

Lingyangzi was an expert of the Great Luo Unity Realm and the Personal Disciple whom Venerable Yu valued most.

He was decisive in action and possessed profound cultivation, enjoying a great reputation in the Saint Realm.

Unfortunately, he was dead.

He died in the Immortal Realm.

When the news reached the Yuan Sect, the entire sect was shaken.

Venerable Yu remained in secluded meditation and made no statement.

The Elders held an emergency meeting, but they could not come up with a plan for the time being regarding who the killer was, why they struck, or how to respond.

Among the Yuan Sect Disciples, there was one person who, upon hearing the news of Lingyangzi’s death, felt no sorrow but was instead secretly delighted.

This person was the second Disciple of the Yuan Sect, Yuan Qingzi.

Yuan Qingzi and Lingyangzi were from the same sect, both under the tutelage of Venerable Yu; although his cultivation was not as high as his Senior Brother’s, he was also in the Great Luo Unity Realm.

But while Lingyangzi was alive, Yuan Qingzi was always overshadowed.

Wherever the Senior Brother went, he was surrounded like the moon by stars, while the second Disciple could only take a back seat.

What annoyed Yuan Qingzi even more was that Lingyangzi often spoke to him with sarcasm, his words filled with condescending mockery.

Now, things were better.

The Senior Brother was dead.

Among the current generation of Yuan Sect Disciples, he was now the most respected.

Yuan Qingzi stood by the window of his Immortal Cave, gazing at the Yuan Sect’s main peak looming in the distant sea of clouds, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Senior Brother, oh Senior Brother, you finally have your day.”

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze and turned toward a Water Mirror hanging on one side of the Immortal Cave.

The Water Mirror reflected a battlefield.

A battlefield where the Human Race and the Yao Race were slaughtering each other.

Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

Flashes of blades and shadows of swords filled the air, while Mystical Arts flew everywhere.

Even through the Water Mirror, one could feel the extreme intensity of the bloodlust from the shouts of killing, screams of agony, and the clashing of Magic Treasures.

In the very center of the battlefield, a figure moved as if through an uninhabited land.

It was a young man with a cold expression, his Daoist robe stained with blood—both from humans and from the Yao.

He held a long saber, its blade as crimson as blood; with every swing, a head would fly or a body would fall.

He did not pick his opponents nor distinguish between friend and foe; whether human or Yao, as long as they appeared beneath his blade, there was only the path to death.

This person was none other than Ye Yun.

Yuan Qingzi looked at Ye Yun in the Water Mirror, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

This humanoid weapon was now completely formed.

Ye Yun’s Divine Soul had long been invaded by the tribulation qi of the Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation, sinking so deep he could not extricate himself.

With every person he killed, his sins grew heavier; with every Yao he slaughtered, his Karma deepened.

The current Ye Yun was so thick with Karma that it had almost solidified; in Yuan Qingzi’s eyes, he was simply a walking mass of tribulation clouds.

But Yuan Qingzi didn’t care in the slightest.

Because this was exactly what he wanted.

During the Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation, everyone had their own tribulations to cross.

Yuan Qingzi did not want to risk himself, so he came up with the idea of taking a Disciple to block the tribulations for him.

Ye Yun was his Tribulation-Blocker.

Coincidentally, this boy was not someone he had sought out with great effort, but someone he had picked up by chance.

That day, Yuan Qingzi was passing through a wilderness when he saw an abandoned infant lying in the grass, its cry weak and on the verge of death.

He hadn’t intended to pay it any mind, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that the infant was surrounded by an immense Luck, with a peculiar fate.

Instantly, a thought flashed through his mind like a spark of lightning.

This child might become the sharp blade that would block the tribulations for him.

And so, what followed happened.

Now, one was demonic and crazed, while the other was pure and upright.

Yuan Qingzi looked at himself in the mirror; his brow was as clean as if washed, and his mind was as clear as a mirror, without a single stray thought.

He nodded in satisfaction and looked back at the young man in the Water Mirror who was swinging his blade like a madman on the battlefield.

Now that Ye Yun was deeply mired in the tribulation and entangled in Karma, when the tribulation truly descended, all the Heavenly Tribulations, Human Tribulations, and Demon Tribulations would be drawn to the Karma on Ye Yun’s body.

With Ye Yun taking the disaster for him, Yuan Qingzi himself could rest easy.

However, Ye Yun’s cultivation was, after all, a bit too low.

Peak Golden Immortal, not yet having stepped into the Immortal King Realm.

With this level of cultivation to block the Heaven and Earth Boundless Great Tribulation, he would likely be crushed to powder by the tribulation before long.

Yuan Qingzi frowned, thought for a moment, and came to a decision.

He could only use that method.

That method was not very humane—one might even say it was extremely cruel—but Yuan Qingzi didn’t care.

As long as Ye Yun could live until the end of the Great Tribulation and block all the tribulations for him, what did it matter to him whether Ye Yun lived or died?

Yuan Qingzi raised his hand and made a stroke in the Void Realm, taking out a pitch-black Medicinal Pill.

The Medicinal Pill emitted a strong Evil Qi, and one could faintly hear shrill wails coming from within.

This pill was refined from the Souls of hundreds of thousands of living beings and could forcibly push a Peak Golden Immortal Cultivator into the Immortal King Realm.

The price was damage to the Divine Soul and the shattering of the Dao foundation, with no further progress possible in this life.

Even worse, he might not even survive past the Great Tribulation.

Yuan Qingzi held the Medicinal Pill, his gaze passing through the Water Mirror and falling upon Ye Yun.

“Disciple, do not blame your Master.”

His tone was flat, as if he were talking to himself.

“You were picked up and adopted by me since you were a child; being able to live until today is already a great fortune. Now your Master needs you to take a journey for me; this is your destined fate. You cannot blame anyone else.”

Having said that, he tucked the Medicinal Pill into his sleeve, preparing to force Ye Yun to take it once he returned from the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Ye Yun swung his blade and cut off the head of a Yao Ox, blood splashing across his face.

He didn’t wipe it off, but simply turned mechanically to find his next target.

The Human Race Cultivators in the distance retreated in terror as they saw him approaching.

When the Yao saw him turn around, they were even more terrified, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

This man was too insane.

He killed humans, and he killed Yao.

He killed Yao, and he killed humans.