Immortal Travel of Longevity

To Xiao Dongxu, the eeriness of this Thousand Buddha Hall suggested that even the monks seated all around them might be fakes.

His gaze shifted to Monk Shizhen, his hand already gripping the sword at his waist.

Jiu Fengchun woke in a daze. Rubbing his temples, he suddenly realized that Xiao Dongxu was locked in a standoff with the old monk. The tension was so thick it felt as though Xiao Dongxu might draw his sword and take the monk's head at any second.

"Mister Xiao, what... happened?"

Xiao Dongxu looked back, relaxing his grip on his sword ever so slightly.

Jiu Fengchun was bewildered, completely unaware of what had just transpired.

Xiao Dongxu said only a single word: "Leave."

Monk Shizhen did not try to stop them.

Seeing Jiu Fengchun still in a daze, Xiao Dongxu simply grabbed him by the collar and hauled him outside.

"Mister Xiao, what exactly happened? I was just having a dream. It was so peaceful. Why did we..."

Xiao Dongxu crossed the wide river before them and said, "This Thousand Buddha Hall is far too eerie. I fear it is not a good place."

Jiu Fengchun pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

He had felt quite comfortable. Listening to the chanting had brought him a rare sense of peace.

Xiao Dongxu turned to look back at the Thousand Buddha Hall. In the distance, Monk Shizhen stood at the temple entrance, gazing back—and his eyes remained fixed entirely on Jiu Fengchun.

Xiao Dongxu recovered his wits and promptly took Jiu Fengchun away.

Jiu Fengchun asked, "What exactly happened?"

Xiao Dongxu did not believe what he had just seen was a hallucination. On the contrary, he felt those glaring, furious expressions were the reality.

Eeriness permeated every corner of that Thousand Buddha Hall.

He didn't dare risk leaving Jiu Fengchun in that old monk's hands.

...

That night.

After a day of silence, Xiao Dongxu finally asked Jiu Fengchun what he had experienced in the Thousand Buddha Hall.

Jiu Fengchun answered honestly, describing the scenes from his dream one by one.

Xiao Dongxu's expression turned solemn as he listened. He realized that the Divine Sense Method of the Buddhist Schools was truly formidable. It actually possessed the power to tamper with dreams, even making Jiu Fengchun believe the dream was his own.

Things that hovered between truth and illusion like this were the most deeply concerning.

A momentary peace was always false.

It was like the sobering silence after the effects of alcohol faded, which always brought more pain than before.

"These Buddhist Schools certainly know how to bewitch the mind."

Jiu Fengchun paused before saying, "But Mister, I actually felt quite good. At the very least, I have never been able to calm my heart like that before."

Hearing this, Xiao Dongxu remarked, "If you think it's acceptable, you can turn right around and go back to the Thousand Buddha Hall right now. That old monk might still be waiting."

Jiu Fengchun fell silent at those words.

He lowered his head and said no more.

Xiao Dongxu sighed softly and said, "Let's put the Buddhist Schools out of our minds for now. I will think on it some more. This matter still needs careful consideration."

Jiu Fengchun gave a slight nod in agreement.

...

Time drifted on.

Kong Ru returned from the Mortal World to the Cultivation World.

Outside the Purple Bamboo Grove, cultivators of the Mysterious Gate had been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Kong Ru, they immediately presented their plea.

"We beg the Supreme Saint of the Literary Dao to save our Mysterious Gate from ruin."

Kong Ru fell silent for a moment before asking, "What state is the Mysterious Gate in now?"

"The Demon Gate is pillaging relentlessly, slaughtering the cultivators of our Mysterious Gate. Several Immortal Mountains have suffered disasters one after another. Our qi destiny has been severed, and our cultivators have perished. Now, only half of us remain."

Kong Ru sighed softly and raised a hand. "Return. My Literary Dao also bears a share of responsibility for the matters of the demonic path. With the world descending into chaos, we naturally must save it from ruin."

"Thank you, Literary Sage."

Only after the Sage spoke did the many observing cultivators of the Literary Dao finally lend their aid to the Mysterious Gate. Though the Mysterious Gate had been steadily losing ground, the situation was reversed in the blink of an eye.

They held off the ghost cultivators of the demonic path, using their Literary Qi to suppress the evil spirits and demons. The words they spoke manifested into physical characters, and those characters invoked the shifting forces of heaven and earth to crush down upon their foes.

From the moment they entered the path, cultivators of the Literary Dao harbored an innate qi within their bodies that warded off evil spirits and suppressed demons.

The number of people practicing the Literary Dao in this world was truly substantial.

Such a path of cultivation, utterly devoid of entry barriers, was tantamount to giving countless ordinary people a chance.

The number of cultivators of the Literary Dao even exceeded those of the Mysterious Gate.

Yet, such a shift was entirely within Jian Shenghua's expectations.

"The Literary Dao has entered the fray."

Wang He, who was wiping his sword, paused at these words and said, "There's no need to worry about the Literary Dao. Keep your eyes elsewhere. Our objective is to crush this Mysterious Gate and seize their qi destiny."

Jian Shenghua nodded slightly. They had discussed this matter long ago.

They already had a plan in place.

After the Literary Dao joined the conflict, the pressure on the Demon Gate increased significantly.

Compared to the cultivators of the Mysterious Gate, these cultivators of the Literary Dao possessed a unique, heaven-given advantage in dealing with demons, forcing the Demon Gate into several retreats.

But was the Literary Dao not also lacking in deep foundations?

In Jian Shenghua's eyes, there would always be a vulnerability to exploit.

The Cultivation World fought without end.

Yet, a figure stepped into this place, witnessing the struggle between the immortal and demonic factions with her own eyes.

This was a spectacle Xuanji had never seen before.

Divine Abilities and Arts and Techniques, along with demonic qi and demonic arts, flashed endlessly before her eyes.

"This world is truly vibrant."

She wandered through it, watching this great tribulation unfold.

After a wave of battle smoke cleared, an unknown number of people lay dead. The struggle between cultivators was truly ruthless.

Flesh was cleaved apart and divine souls were extinguished, stripping them even of the chance for reincarnation.

Xuanji kept her distance, not daring to venture too deep.

She simply watched it all happen, taking in the spectacle.

Xuanji took a sip of wine. Suddenly, amidst the chaotic melee, she spotted a figure charging into a swarm of ghost cultivators, sword in hand.

"Pfft!"

Xuanji spat out her wine.

"He Qing?"

She froze for a moment. She watched He Qing stand amidst the crowd, slaughtering her way through as if there were no one there to stop her. Wherever the Immortal Sword in her hand passed, ghost cultivators had their souls shattered and scattered.

He Qing butchered her way through the battlefield, systematically exterminating the demonic cultivators one by one.

Xuanji stared, somewhat stunned.

This was her first time seeing He Qing like this. Not much time had passed at all—how could someone change so drastically?

Unable to figure it out, Xuanji could only continue to watch.

"Die!"

Hatred burned in He Qing's eyes. When it came to these demonic cultivators, even killing them a hundred times over would not extinguish her fury.

The destruction of the Cloud Mist Immortal Mountain... absolutely everything had been ruined.

She vented all her wrath upon these ghost cultivators. The sword in her hand never stopped for a single moment.

She carved a path of slaughter through the ghost cultivators. Relying on various Divine Abilities and sword arts, she forged a trail of blood, rescuing the cultivators who had been surrounded.

"Go!"

Because of her actions, a gap was torn open, allowing dozens of cultivators to escape the encirclement of the demonic cultivators.

"Thank you... cough... thank you, Senior."

He Qing did not answer. Instead, she turned and charged right back into the fray. Her gaze was icy, radiating nothing but killing intent.

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