Immortal Travel of Longevity

After Xiao Dongxu finished explaining everything, Aqing's brief daze settled into an exceptional calm.

She did not understand why.

She thought she should be uneasy, should be worried, should be...

In short, she should have had any number of reactions.

Yet right now, she was exceptionally calm.

Perhaps the profound silence of Great Snow Mountain had changed who she used to be. Her heart was soundless, completely devoid of noise.

"Fellow Daoist Qing?"

Aqing snapped back to her senses. "Does that mean," she asked, "it will be very difficult for Changsheng to wake up? That he might even... never wake up at all?"

Xiao Dongxu opened his mouth, but after a moment, he simply nodded.

Not long after, Aqing left Tianji Mountain.

She did not know how to feel about what she had just learned.

Once down the mountain, only bewilderment remained.

She had hurried down, yet it felt as though she had found nothing at all.

It was as if right and wrong no longer existed.

It was like the bare peaks of Great Snow Mountain. Master had told her the mountain's flora was once brimming with spiritual energy, making it a rare blessed land. Now, it was just a vast expanse of white.

Time would change many things.

Standing at the crossing, gazing at the docked Flying Vessel, Aqing had no idea where to go.

It felt as if so many things in this world had lost their meaning.

Nor could she figure out what her own purpose was.

Descending the mountain was a journey of Cultivation.

Master had told her exactly that when she first left.

...

In times like these, life was grueling for demonic cultivators.

With the Demon Sovereign's whereabouts unknown and cultivators across the Cultivation World clamoring to slay demons, the remaining demonic cultivators could only huddle together for warmth.

This world despised demonic cultivators.

That was simply a fact.

Wang He, however, saw nothing wrong with them.

Within the Great Dao, every path had its own destination.

"Are those harboring noble righteousness guaranteed to be good? Are those overflowing with demonic qi destined to be evil?"

Wang He spoke with a hint of defiance.

Jian Shenghua chuckled. "You're too naive. This world isn't divided into good and evil."

Wang He found that quite reasonable. "Instead, whoever wins has the final say."

Jian Shenghua nodded. "Exactly."

He toyed with the small sword in his hand. "Back when the Demon Sovereign swept across thirty thousand li and turned the Cultivation World upside down, not a single person dared to raise their voice in his presence."

Wang He raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of the Demon Sovereign..."

He hesitated before continuing. "The brothers under us are getting restless. Right now, it's as if a monarch of the Mortal World has suddenly vanished. They're terrified that the Mysterious Gate's disciples will show up to slaughter us."

"Worrying is useless."

Jian Shenghua was blunt. "Once you step onto this path, there is no turning back."

Wang He paused. "That's a bit too blunt," he said. "We can't exactly just tell them that."

Jian Shenghua chuckled. "Naturally not, but they don't have a choice."

Wang He felt helpless. He sighed softly and fell silent.

He just thought this world was somewhat ridiculous.

Truth be told, the demonic cultivators under him were a pitiful bunch. Pull out any random few, and you would find people devastated by hardship, agonizing over their inability to change their circumstances. Entering the demonic path was the only thing that had allowed them to truly become human. Such people made up at least seventy percent of their ranks.

What was so detestable about them? If anything, they deserved pity.

Wang He pondered before speaking again. "Without the Demon Sovereign, the two of us can't shoulder the reputation of the Demon Gate. You need to figure something out—see if there is any way to contact him."

Jian Shenghua paused. "I can only try," he said.

"We also need to find a secure place," Wang He continued. "Hiding here and there isn't a long-term solution."

"Mm..."

Jian Shenghua fell into thought.

Yet he had no idea how to handle their current predicament either.

Where would he find the ability to track down the Demon Sovereign?

It was true. Even as a close subordinate to that demon, Jian Shenghua was just as clueless about the truth of what had happened. He certainly did not know that the Demon Sovereign who awakened was no longer the same person.

After a period of heavy silence, Wang He suddenly looked up. "I want to establish Demon Mountain! Are you in?"

Jian Shenghua stared at him blankly.

He sat up straight. "You are?"

Wang He nodded. "Between the two of us, we hold the most influence among demonic cultivators. Blood River is completely useless—untrustworthy, disloyal, and unpopular. The others are just idling about. I suspect the Demon Sovereign won't be returning anytime soon, so we must handle all of this."

Jian Shenghua fell into thought. "With the two of us in charge?"

"Yes and no."

Wang He shook his head. "The Mysterious Gate has Daoist Priests and perfected beings. They have retainers before the altar, consuming incense offerings. Why can't our Demon Gate do the same? This way, the Demon Sovereign won't have any objections, nor will he blame us later."

Jian Shenghua's eyes lit up. Thinking it over, he realized it was indeed a good idea.

It was the best of both worlds.

He looked at Jian Shenghua, and in that moment, the two reached a consensus.

"I'll find a place!"

Leaving those words behind, Jian Shenghua hurried off.

And so, the scattered demonic cultivators began to unite.

Everything was built from nothing.

...

"The qi destiny is changing."

As a Lamp Guardian, Zhong Zhengyuan was constantly monitoring the shifting qi destiny of heaven, earth, and the stars.

Houyuxing shone brightly, an omen that the demonic path would rise.

For a long time, Houyuxing, the star foretelling demons, had emitted only the faintest glow. But tonight, it shone brightly in the sky.

The sight left Zhong Zhengyuan feeling uneasy.

Over the past few years, the Cultivation World had heavily hunted demonic cultivators. Though they saw some success, they had ultimately failed to achieve a true result. Zhong Zhengyuan knew why—they had only caught ordinary demonic cultivators.

The seeds of disaster had been sown the moment the Demon Sovereign escaped.

Zhong Zhengyuan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Before him lay a great tribulation, one he had foreseen long ago.

It was no longer far off...

Seeing his Senior Brother like this, Chen Daoqiu said, "Senior Brother, we are old. This is now the era of the younger generation. All fate must be left to them."

Zhong Zhengyuan snapped out of his daze. "We old folks will ultimately serve as stepping stones," he said.

He coughed, then added, "It's getting cold. I'll go add some clothes."

"Cough... cough..."

Zhong Zhengyuan's steps were very slow, making him look extremely old.

Chen Daoqiu watched him calmly.

His emotions, however, were complicated.

When a cultivator began to fear the cold and needed extra clothes, it signaled that the end was near.

Burdened with karma, Zhong Zhengyuan had almost reached the end of his life.

He was truly old.

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