Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 522 Ant Master is tall and hard, another storm is brewing!

"In the mountains, time passes unnoticed; what year and month is it tonight?"

[The Ant Immortal suddenly narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the other party closely: "This world could actually nurture someone like you? It's as if the legendary Holy Son of Humanity has been reincarnated."]

You look up. "Now we are in the second millennium of the war between the righteous and the demonic paths. Seventeen hundred years ago, after the great battle between the righteous and the demonic paths, the righteous path parted ways with the heretical paths."

[Back then, the righteous path joined forces with the heretical path to suppress the demonic path, driving it out of the Central Plains of Yuzhou. However, three hundred years after the reappearance of the blessed lands, they drove the heretical path to the Easternmost Azure Continent overseas.]

"Could it be that the Ant Daoist supported heretical sects back then?"

[Ant Daoist nodded, "That's natural. These righteous fellows are hypocritical, claiming to be the orthodox lineage of the Xuanzong, arrogant and looking down on heretical sects and demonic sects."]

He stroked his sparse beard and said, "Grandpa was really confused. He was fooled by some heretic who claimed to possess the power to lift up heavenly demons, so he came alone to Fangcun Mountain, a not-so-strong sect among the righteous ones, to knock on their door."

"I never imagined... that scoundrel from Dixiang would capture me and imprison me beneath this little green peak. He clearly said he would only imprison me for five hundred years before releasing me, which was a gentleman's promise."

"Grandpa, I've been keeping my promise, waiting here on Little Green Peak for seventeen hundred years."

[The Ant Taoist muttered curses, "If it weren't for that, how could he have subdued Grandpa back then? He's truly a despicable and unethical man."]

[To have lived for 1,700 years, this ant-like Taoist must naturally be a true spirit.]

[To effortlessly grasp such a true spirit, this ancestor of the Imperial Capital is truly an unparalleled and formidable figure.]

As for the "gentleman's agreement" mentioned by Ant Daoist, it's probably not credible at all. From the moment Ant Zhenren saw the *Taiyuan Yiyang Sword*, he immediately admitted defeat; he was likely terrified of the Emperor's Ancestor.

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.

You praised him, saying, "The Ant Taoist is incredibly powerful, and even more commendable is his trustworthiness and commitment to his promises; he is truly an upright gentleman."

The old Taoist priest in blue, slightly blushing, coughed and nodded.

Shen Qingxue, standing to the side, also asked with a puzzled expression, "But Murong Heshan, why would they think it's a larva of the Purple-Gold Horned Ant?"

[Ant Master chuckled, "That was merely my aura spreading from absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, which these insects and their offspring encountered and received a fraction of my fortune."]

[As you activated the Jade Emperor's Qi Observation Technique, streams of purple energy, like threads, began to wrap around the old Taoist priest.]

The end of the silk thread led to those two hundred acres of spirit fields.

From your perspective, these eyes can actually see the feng shui and fortune of Xiao Qingfeng from a viewpoint overlooking the mountains and rivers.

The abrupt well on the mountain had blatantly disrupted the originally flawless top-tier feng shui formation—if not for this flaw, the thousand-year-old true spirit before us would probably still be trapped in the mountain.

[Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise; this Ant Immortal actually turned misfortune into a blessing, finally finding a way to escape his predicament.]

You initially thought it was the other seventeen branches of Fangcun Mountain causing the trouble, but it turns out it was actually a legacy from the patriarch.

[You agree with this Ant Immortal's self-praise, after all, he is a true spirit, and his true peak state should be that of a "Supreme Grandmaster" above the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao.]

Therefore, you have gained a further understanding of the combat strength of this ancestor of the Imperial Capital.

Although the Ant Immortal before them had escaped, he only possessed the cultivation of the Dragon Court Realm, clearly indicating that the two thousand years of suppression had damaged his true spirit.

If they were trapped for another few hundred years, they would probably really turn into a handful of dust.

This is also what makes this ancestor of the Imperial Capital so terrifying. Besides the "Black Tortoise Devouring the Heavens" feng shui arrangement he designed, it's likely that this Ant True Man will eventually be turned into a puppet.

You shook your head. If, on a full moon night, the spiritual energy of Fangcun Mountain reverses, sealing off heaven and earth, a true spirit comparable to a supreme grandmaster could suddenly appear within Fangcun Mountain.

[The Emperor's Ancestor's extermination of a clan... remains as professional as ever.]

The Ant Taoist has been observing your expression closely. If you try to lock him up again, he will fight to the death.

However, judging from your expression, you don't seem to intend to make a move.

[Ant Master's eyes darted around, and he tentatively asked, "Fellow Daoist Nian, how about granting me a favor? Your ancestor from the Imperial Hometown also agreed to grant me my freedom for five hundred years."]

"As for the extra time, this old Taoist is magnanimous and will not pursue it further, how about it?"

You smiled and nodded: "Of course, fellow Daoist is free to come and go."

The Ant Taoist's eyes lit up, but he noticed that the five-colored clouds around him still lingered. He chuckled dryly, "Young man... that year, could you possibly do me a favor?"

"When I reach Qingzhou in the far east, I will spread your fame far and wide, so that all twelve caves of Haishan will know that a world-shaking figure has emerged from Fencun Mountain."

[You seemed not to hear, and instead spoke gently to Shen Qingxue beside you: "Qingxue, how has your cultivation been lately? Are you short of pills, cultivation techniques, or spirit beasts?"]

[His tone carried a hint of apology, "These days I've been so busy with worldly affairs that I've neglected your cultivation practice."]

Shen Qingxue blushed slightly upon hearing this, then understood and secretly glanced at the Ant Daoist before saying, "We're short! Senior Brother, we're really short!"

[You then slowly turned to the old Taoist priest: "What did Master Ant say just now? I was distracted and didn't hear clearly."]

[The Ant Daoist slapped his forehead, feigning sudden realization: "Look at my memory! This old Daoist still has a Flawless Mysterious Gate Golden Marrow Pill here. Taking it can cleanse the marrow and bones, directly leading to the state of a flawless Dao embryo." As he spoke, he pulled a jade box from his sleeve, its surface shimmering with precious light.]

"Look, this is a section of Thunder Eye Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, a rare overseas delicacy, which has undergone forty-nine rounds of heavenly lightning purification."

Seeing that you remained unmoved, only preoccupied with examining the lines on your palm by the moonlight, somewhat absentmindedly.

The old Taoist exclaimed, "Oh dear! Young friend, we hit it off immediately!" He then pulled out a brocade pouch. "These two eggs of the Purple-Gold Horned Ant have been practically moldy in my storage bag!"

[Only then did you come to your senses and say righteously, "Fellow Daoist Ant, this is unacceptable, this is unacceptable!"]

Ant Master gritted his teeth, then said fiercely, "Brother Nian, I happen to have a cultivation technique here that's not suitable for my True Spirit cultivation. How about I take a look and evaluate it? It can help temper my physical body to be closer to that of a True Spirit."

[You finally smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, it would be impolite of me to refuse your kind invitation." As you spoke, your storage bag was already open in front of the Ant Daoist.]

[Ant Master looked at your smiling face, which was as warm as a spring breeze, and his lips twitched slightly.]

[Looking at the storage bag stuffed full by the Ant Daoist, you nodded and said, "The Ant Daoist truly has the demeanor of a gentleman, generously giving what he needs, always ready to help those in distress, and understanding human nature."]

"Ant Master, you're really tall and tough."

Before the words were even finished, the colorful clouds all around had quietly dispersed.

[The Ant Daoist's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his magical power surged, as he prepared to transform into a beam of light.]

But you raised your hand to stop me: "Wait."

The old Taoist priest's face immediately fell: "Young Master Nian, this old Taoist priest has truly emptied his coffers, he's really gone broke."

Seeing the old Taoist priest, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now looking so worried, Shen Qingxue couldn't help but chuckle.

[You seemed a little embarrassed, after all, you had taken too much from True Immortal Ant, so you coughed and said, "True Immortal Ant, please don't be hasty. Going out so rashly, there are more than one Great Dao Golden Core cultivator guarding Fangcun Mountain. If you were at your peak, True Immortal Ant, you would naturally fight your way out."]

"With your current spiritual aura, you probably won't be able to leave the mountain gate even after you've just stepped out."

[Ant Master's mind was in turmoil; he had only been focused on Little Green Peak and had forgotten that this was Fangcun Mountain.]

"Brother Nian, what should we do?"

"It's not that difficult."

[You never intended to get involved in this matter, so what difference would it make even if you stopped the Ant Daoist? It would only expose your cultivation level and disrupt your peaceful cultivation life.]

You'll be descending the mountain in two and a half years.

[You had the Ant Immortal leave a piece of his skin and flesh inside the cave as a trace of his presence. This would explain why Murong Heshan mistook him for the Purple-Gold Heavenly Horned Ant, without implicating himself.]

[Moreover, according to Master Ant, when he ventured into the blessed land of Fangcun Mountain, he was captured by an unremarkable disciple of Fangcun Mountain whom he encountered halfway through the journey, before he even entered the mountain gate.]

[This unremarkable disciple is none other than the Patriarch of the Imperial Land.] [True Ant cried out in despair, "Today I've run into you again."]

You could say that Ant Master has a real talent for discovering "talent."

[Xiao Qingfeng probably doesn't know about Ant Master's imprisonment either.]

After all, their sect had already been massacred twice.

The matter here has been resolved.

You look towards the back of Xiaoqingfeng Mountain, following what the girl from Caomutang just said.

Xiaoqingfeng is bustling with activity today!

You smiled at the Ant Taoist, "I've heard that true spirits can devour the heavens and move the seas, or hide in a mustard seed. I wonder if the True Man is capable of that?"

Before the words were finished, the old Taoist trembled and instantly transformed into a giant, black ant as tall as a person.

[The purple-gold patterns on its carapace flowed, then in the blink of an eye shrank to the size of a flying ant, landing lightly on your shoulder.]

A wisp of divine consciousness transmitted a voice into my ear: "Young friend, you helped me escape today, and this old Daoist hereby swears an oath—"

The voice suddenly turned solemn, “Even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth turn upside down; even if the whole world is our enemy and the four seas are our sworn enemies; as long as my young friend is in trouble, this old ant will go through fire and water without hesitation!”

You smiled and said, "Of course, of course."

Then you looked towards a spot halfway up the mountain, and thought, "It seems I'll have to suffer through old age again today."

~

Behind Xiaoqingfeng Mountain, deep in the bamboo forest.

Amidst the rustling of bamboo leaves, the usually composed Nie Qingzhu slammed her palm into a nearby bluestone, shattering it, and angrily exclaimed, "This is simply outrageous! The eighteen branches of Fangcun Mountain have always been united, when did they become so corrupt and chaotic?"

"Such blatant blatant disregard for me, Xiao Qingfeng, and the slightest bit of fellow discipleship is disregarded."

"Aunt Zhu, please calm down."

A clear, cool voice came from behind her.

Moonlight pierced through the bamboo shadows, revealing a hazy, illusory figure in white—the avatar of Jiang Yingxue, the peak master of Xiaoqing Peak.

This is a divine ability that only those who have reached the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao possess, yet they have no cultivation whatsoever.

Jiang Yingxue's true form is currently in seclusion deep within her cave, studying the "Seven Killing Sword Manual".

The avatar said calmly, "Didn't we anticipate this situation?"

She looked beyond the bamboo forest, "Yingxue comprehended this technique only to avenge the blood feud, the hatred for her teachers, and the hatred for her parents, but she still can't let go of the sect's worries..."

The fact that the other party chose this moment to launch their attack clearly indicates that they had accurately predicted the crucial moment when Jiang Yingxue was in seclusion.

Otherwise, with a sword cultivator at the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao in charge, the other sects would have to think twice before acting.

"They haven't completely broken ties today; all those who came are cultivators at the Dragon Court realm."

Nie Qingzhu only had the cultivation level of the late stage of the Heavenly Gate Realm, so stepping into the Dragon Court Realm was like a divine punishment.

Each level of cultivation is a step towards a higher realm.

She sighed sadly, "We are still too weak. Even Yingxue is in seclusion now, and we can't protect her."

“Senior Brother Nian, I'm afraid that your two forced attacks have damaged your vital essence and allowed them to probe your strength.”

The figure in white showed no anger. "Aunt Zhu, don't worry. Even if they force me to come out of seclusion today..."

"At most, I will be severely injured and unable to comprehend the Seven Kill Sword Manual again. I will never let them do as they wish and expose this matter to the public, thus implicating you."

Just as Nie Qingzhu was about to speak, the white-clad figure suddenly became more focused: "They've arrived."

The bamboo forest swayed without wind, and the woman in white's eyes gleamed like swords: "Two places in the southeast, two in the southwest, and five in the due north."

She sneered, "Nine Dragon Court Realm cultivators, what a grand display."

All of a sudden!
Nine figures instantly appeared in the sky above the bamboo forest.

They were enveloped in the shimmering light of magical artifacts, their faces and figures completely obscured, leaving only their immense pressure pouring down like a tidal wave.

The entire bamboo forest groaned under the immense pressure, its verdant bamboo stalks bending and breaking, and bamboo leaves falling like rain.

The figure in white still stood tall and straight like a sword.

Nie Qingzhu's face had turned deathly pale, and she could not move an inch.

Nine cultivators at the Dragon Court Realm arrived together, two of whom had already reached the late stage of the Dragon Court Realm.

With such a force, it would be easy for the peak master to overthrow Little Green Peak while he is currently in seclusion.

Nie Qingzhu bit her tongue to keep herself upright, but her heart was already cold: even if Senior Brother Nian were to make a move now, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of such absolute overwhelming strength.

Their arrival today indicates that the mountain has made a decision to prevent the peak master from going into seclusion.

The nine figures above remained silent. Some crossed their arms and sneered, some exuded a deep aura, some were relaxed, and others were filled with resentment towards Xiao Qingfeng.

The leader simply said indifferently, "Excuse me."

At this moment——

"Zheng!"

The surface of the icy pool suddenly exploded, and a chilling sword light burst forth from the water.

The sword light, like a dragon, drew a stunning rainbow under the moonlight, accompanied by a furious roar:

"No outsiders are allowed within Xiaoqingfeng territory!"

Upon seeing this, Nie Qingzhu naturally recognized Du Yu, one of the peak master's disciples, as the one who was cultivating in the cold pool.

However, before the stunning sword light could even touch the newcomer, it was casually flicked away by one of the nine people.

But as the wide sleeves with cloud patterns billowed and rolled, the sharp sword energy melted away in an instant, like thin ice meeting the blazing sun.

With another flick of his hand, a blazing aura swept through the cold pool within the bamboo forest.

A white mist, several feet high, instantly rose from the surface of the icy pool, and the pebbles at the bottom of the pool cracked under the terrifying heat.

The black-clad middle-aged man's long sword was not fully drawn before it was pressed down on him by this force.

The sword's edge clashed with the force of the qi, sparking dazzling flames. Du Yu's tiger's mouth split open, and he crashed heavily back into the icy pool like a kite with a broken string, splashing water several feet high.

Du Yu struggled to get up again, his blood-stained fingers gripping the blue stone by the pool.

But when he tried to forcefully draw upon his true energy, a tearing pain shot through his meridians. He eventually collapsed helplessly into the waist-deep pool, only his eyes still burning with an indomitable flame.

A disdainful laugh came from the clouds: "So-called Little Green Peak sword cultivators are nothing special."

Nie Qingzhu also attacked in anger, but was pressed to the ground by a palm print thrown by one of them.

She tried to use her magic but couldn't stand up, and could only helplessly watch the nine people head towards the back mountain.

The Heavenly Gate Realm is worlds apart from the Dragon Court cultivators!
(End of this chapter)