Immortal Travel of Longevity

Zhang Zhengdao also had things he could not tolerate. Watching this cannibalism unfold right before his eyes, how could he not wish that none of it had ever happened?

Jiu Fengchun clawed at his head and slammed it into the ground, smashing his forehead until blood stained the earth.

He was torn, driving himself mad, but the deed was done. He was already powerless to reverse heaven.

The person had already been devoured into his stomach, digested in mere instants. The mangled corpse at the scene was enough to make him realize what he had done.

He could not accept this version of himself. He had warned himself countless times—do not eat people, do not eat people—but when hunger drove him out of his mind, he had completely forgotten those warnings.

It was the mouthful of blood left smeared across his lips back when he killed that Daoist cultivator that had awakened his craving for human flesh, driving him to commit such an atrocity once his mind broke.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

He continuously bashed his head against the ground, his forehead weeping fresh blood.

Zhang Zhengdao pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He only said, "Leave..."

Jiu Fengchun panicked. Like a startled little beast, he hurried forward, shaking his head. "Priest, please don't abandon me. I beg you, Priest..."

"I don't know where to go. I have no other friends left. Priest... Priest..."

Zhang Zhengdao shook his head slightly, not uttering a single word. He shook off Jiu Fengchun's hand and never looked back.

"Are we... not friends?"

Zhang Zhengdao turned his head and shook it. "Not anymore."

Jiu Fengchun froze at those words. He stopped his frantic screaming and instead fell into a disturbingly unnatural calm.

Zhang Zhengdao said no more and walked away step by step.

A long time passed. Only Jiu Fengchun remained, left alone with the bloody mess on the ground.

"Heh, hehehe..."

Jiu Fengchun's laughter echoed continuously through the empty Spiritual Vein, sounding utterly desolate.

After that night, the Spiritual Energy on Hidden Immortal Mountain sharply plummeted.

By the following morning, the mountain range finally revealed itself to the eyes of the world.

When Zhang Zhengdao descended to the Spiritual Vein and saw the dried-up Spirit Spring, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Haa..."

The affairs of the world are impermanent. Looking back now, he felt a sliver of regret, but he could still never overcome the hurdle of witnessing that cannibalism.

As for Jiu Fengchun, he had probably already left.

He would likely never return to this place for the rest of his life.

He had been abandoned once again.

Even if Jiu Fengchun clearly understood the sins he had committed, that sheer grief was incredibly real, impossible to mask.

This Mortal World had also become a land of heartbreak for him.

His departure simultaneously drained away the Mortal World's Spiritual Energy. Unreplenished, the Spiritual Energy plummeted over the course of just half a month. It happened almost in a flash—like a full cup of water emptying in the blink of an eye, leaving only a tiny puddle at the bottom.

"How could someone like me ever dare to hope for friends?"

Jiu Fengchun smiled bitterly. After that, he returned to the Cultivation World. Only, instead of running away like he used to, he opened his jaws and began to tear into this realm.

In just one short year.

The Spiritual Veins of several Immortal Sects were destroyed. None of the disciples sent to investigate survived. Even their corpses were missing; at the sites of those Spiritual Veins, only pools of blood remained, without a single bone in sight.

The Daoist cultivators of Xuanhuo Immortal Mountain employed Divine Abilities to uncover the cause of death.

The results horrified everyone.

"Eaten..."

"They were eaten!"

Not just their physical bodies—even their souls had been swallowed directly into someone's stomach.

This discovery made everyone gasp in horror.

"A demonic cultivator!"

Everyone subconsciously assumed this was the work of a demonic cultivator.

"I absolutely refuse to share the same sky with these demonic fiends!"

Meanwhile, Jian Shenghua, who was out leading the ghost cultivators of the demonic path, also heard this news and felt somewhat surprised.

"Spiritual Veins destroyed, and disciples eaten?"

Jian Shenghua froze for a moment after hearing this. Coming back to his senses, he said, "Why does every single blame get pinned on us? Demonic cultivators don't eat people."

"Indeed, Ghost Venerable. These cultivators of the Mysterious Gate are going a bit too far."

Jian Shenghua rubbed his chin. "But this actually works out perfectly. Doesn't Xuanhuo Immortal Mountain hate us? Let's pay them a little visit later."

"Yes, My Lord!"

"Mm, off you go."

Jian Shenghua gave a slight nod, and his subordinate immediately withdrew.

He wiped down his sword, turning his head only to realize Wang He was standing right beside him. He had no idea when the man had arrived.

Jian Shenghua paused. "You aren't presiding over the grand scheme of things back in Ghost City. What are you doing running over here?"

"I came up to check on the current situation." Wang He took off his mask. "I heard on my way here that the Mysterious Gate is like ants on a hot pan right now, backed into a corner with nowhere left to retreat."

"Doesn't that play right into your hands?"

"It does."

Wang He pondered for a moment, then added, "However, things are going a bit too smoothly."

"Oh?"

Jian Shenghua said, "Our foundations are profound. The conflict back then severely crippled the Mysterious Gate's vitality. We've recovered, but they haven't. Isn't it only natural that we're beating them back step by step?"

Wang He said, "But the landscape is different now."

"In the beginning, it was just these cultivators of the Mysterious Gate. But now, this world also has the Literary Dao and the cultivators of the Buddhist Dao. That is what I am most wary of."

"Wary?"

"Indeed."

Wang He let out a breath. "We re-established ourselves through ghost cultivation. The Mysterious Gate might rely on Divine Abilities, but as for the Literary Dao and the Buddhist Schools, once they enter the Dao, they possess Post-Heaven energy that makes them utterly fearless against yin spirits and demonic energy. If those two paths decide to intervene, I'm afraid we'll be at a severe disadvantage."

A smile tugged at the corners of Jian Shenghua's mouth. "I considered this matter previously, but I don't think it will be an issue right now. The Literary Dao has past grievances with the Mysterious Gate, so they're giving them the cold shoulder. As for the Buddhist Schools, they might have old foundations, but they declined a long time ago. Even if they are experiencing a slight resurgence now, they're not worth mentioning."

"It is always better to be safe than sorry."

"I will."

Wang He nodded slightly, then added, "Speaking of which, something extremely strange has happened in the Mortal World recently."

"Oh?"

"The Spiritual Veins of the Mortal World have completely dried up."

Wang He turned to look at him. "Almost overnight, the Mortal World's Spiritual Energy depleted at a terrifying rate. Now, quite a few mortal cultivators are abandoning the Mortal World and heading toward our Cultivation World."

"Spiritual Energy dried up?" Jian Shenghua paused. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I did actually hear about something recently."

"Hmm?"

Jian Shenghua immediately recounted the incident at Xuanhuo Immortal Mountain.

Wang He froze after hearing the story. "Are you saying that the depletion of the Mortal World's Spiritual Energy isn't a natural occurrence, but man-made?"

Jian Shenghua nodded. "I'm afraid that really is the case!"

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