I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 919 Blood Moon Devours the Sun (A new month begins~)

Over the years, Gu Yuanqing has taken another step forward in the Great Perfection of the Void Immortal realm, and it seems that he is only one step away from perfection.

The true seed of the Dao has been nurtured and perfected, and all the great Daos flow and circulate, with the mysterious secrets of creation faintly appearing.

However, there is still a long way to go before one can truly transcend tribulations and become an immortal.

But the path of the Great Way is perfectly unobstructed!
Gu Yuanqing was not in a hurry to take this final step. The path of cultivation cannot be rushed. Moreover, the current situation was already good. He was not willing to ascend to immortality if he really had to!

With children and grandchildren playing at your feet, and a Daoist companion strolling together amidst the morning glow and evening mist, how carefree and at ease!

This scene, compared to the unknowable immortal realm, made him yearn for it even more.

He is only eight hundred years old now. Compared to a lifespan of thirty thousand years, his life has just begun. He has not yet seen all the scenery along the way, so why is he in a hurry to leave?

Another point is that his foundation is in the Northern Spring World, where he is no different from immortals and gods.

If one truly ascends to the Immortal Realm, one must leave the Qian Yuan Realm. The advantages and disadvantages of this must be carefully weighed!

Moreover, Gu Yuanqing had a vague feeling that as the power of the Northern Spring World grew stronger, other changes would occur.

Perhaps... after that day, the world that will be connected will truly be the realm of immortals!
Of course, this was Gu Yuanqing's best hope, because then he wouldn't have to leave Beiquan Boundary.

Alternatively, the Northern Spring Realm may grow further, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth may undergo a transformation. The spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth may become even more powerful, transforming into immortal energy, allowing one to achieve immortality without entering the Immortal Realm.

Either way, it would be far more suitable for him than ascending directly to the Immortal Realm.

Time flies, and thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The battle between Demon God Mountain and those who have obtained the power of true demons or demons has reached a fever pitch.

The battle between the two was so fierce that it caused the heavens and earth to tremble and the very fabric of the universe to resonate.

However, this still didn't bother Gu Yuanqing at all.

Until this day, when he was playing chess with Li Miaoxuan, he was about to make a move when he suddenly paused slightly.

Li Miaoxuan looked up at Gu Yuanqing.

Gu Yuanqing turned his gaze to the Demon Realm, raising an eyebrow slightly.

What was once a bright, radiant sun was now being gradually devoured, as a dark red curtain of light began to spread from the far reaches of the world.

The red intensified, gradually turning the entire sky blood-red, until finally even the sun seemed to be dyed red.

Gu Yuanqing stood up.

Li Miaoxuan then stood up and said, "Is there trouble in the Demon Realm again?"

As soon as Gu Yuanqing had a thought, Li Miaoxuan sensed a change in the sky, and the mountaintop had returned to the Demon Realm.

Li Miaoxuan looked at the changes in the sky, and her expression became slightly solemn.

"A blood moon swallowing the sun—in the legends of the Demon Realm, this is a sign of the complete birth of a great demon!" she said.

Gu Yuanqing stared at the sky, and saw that the red moon seemed to be slowly obscuring the sun.

If it were his previous life, he would have said that this was just a solar eclipse, but this realm is completely different.

Just like the Yin and Yang energies of the Northern Spring World, the Great Dao operates according to its own laws, which is also a manifestation of world order.

The scene before them was one where the Great Dao, represented by the Blood Moon, completely suppressed the Great Sun.

He stared for a long time before slowly saying, "That shouldn't be the case. It should be that the True Demon Apostle used a sacrificial ritual to activate the Crimson Moon! To be honest, it bears some resemblance to the scene when I was in the Land of Gods and the Abyss Demon Clan used the blood of a True Demon for a sacrifice!"

Li Miaoxuan said, "The red moon and eyes look so alike right now! If you look at it a few more times, it's as if a gaze is being cast down on it and watching you."

"It is said in the Demon Realm that the Crimson Moon is the manifestation of the Great Demon's Eye, and there is a reason for that!" Gu Yuanqing said.

Li Miaoxuan nodded: "Some legends may seem absurd, but they may not actually be false."

As the two spoke, the battle in the distance intensified.

It seemed that an ancient, heavy, dark golden light also rose up, transforming into a huge phantom of a god in the distance, and a beam of light tore a crack in the light of the red moon.

A moment later, the sun's radiance suddenly intensified.

The forces of the sun and moon began to erode and clash with each other.

Clearly, Demon Mountain has resorted to some other means.

The entire sky of the Demon Realm trembled, and space itself shook.

Gu Yuanqing's expression suddenly changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Li Miaoxuan noticed the change in Gu Yuanqing's expression.

Gu Yuanqing said, "I actually vaguely sensed the aura of the Red Moon in the void of the Linglong Realm."

"It's spread to the Linglong Realm?" Li Miaoxuan was also slightly surprised.

She had tried to tear space apart in the Demon Realm, but all she could see after tearing it apart was endless spatial turbulence.

Even if Gu Yuanqing is proficient in the Dao of Space, he would find it difficult to influence the space of the Linglong Realm within the Demon Realm without the help of the Heavenly Fishing Technique.

There seems to be a spatial hierarchy between the Linglong Realm, the Floating Realm, and the Demon Realm.

For example, even at the demigod level, it is difficult to find the floating realm in the Demon Realm.

Back then, before the Qian Yuan Realm had advanced to the Linglong Realm, Dao Huo Realm cultivators could seemingly connect directly to the Demon Realm simply by breaking through the void.

That's how Qiu Weifeng's clone, the former master of the Heavenly Demon Sword, came to the Demon Realm. But even though Qiu Weifeng has now become a demigod, there is no other way for him to escape the Demon Realm.

Gu Yuanqing nodded slightly: "I can't sense anything inside the Qian Yuan Realm, but when my divine sense reaches the void outside the Qian Yuan Realm, I can vaguely sense it."

Li Miaoxuan suddenly said, "You mean... the people of Demon God Mountain aren't planning to use the power of true demons to tear apart the void, locate the Linglong Realm, and thus escape the Demon Realm?"

“It’s not impossible!” Gu Yuanqing was slightly taken aback. “However, if that’s the case, their goal is probably not the Linglong Realm, but the Dharma Source Realm.”

“Indeed, in terms of the perfection of the Great Dao of the World and the stability of space, even the Primordial Realm is far inferior to the Dharma Source Realm. For the people of Demon God Mountain, coming from the Demon Realm to the Linglong Realm is not much different. Moreover, the last time Lie Shanyu came to you for help, he wanted to contact the Dharma Source Realm,” Li Miaoxuan said.

Gu Yuanqing said, "Actually, he may not genuinely want to contact the Dharma Source Realm through me. It's more likely a test, to see if I have any connection with the Dharma Source Realm and whether I can enter it through the mountains."

As they observed the changes in the Demon Realm, the two deduced the possibilities.

Within the Linglong Realm, apart from Gu Yuanqing, no one else sensed this aura.

After all, no one else could achieve such a unity with the world, allowing their divine sense to directly reach beyond the realm.

As for the remnant souls of those true gods who were able to break through the boundary and arrive in the outer void, they are still inside the Guizang Hall.

What Gu Yuanqing was unaware of was that the moment the aura of the red moon appeared, changes began to occur within the ancient realm!

It was as if the whole world had begun to stir up unrest.

The entire ancient world began to tremble slightly.

Mountains, rivers, and even the void itself trembled.

Countless ordinary people in the ancient world were doing certain things in a routine manner, or repeating things they had done countless times before.

Suddenly, their eyes became blank, as if their consciousness had gone blank for a moment.

Then, they all clutched their heads in anguish and began to growl and howl.

The voice grew increasingly shrill and inhuman.

Their bodies began to contort.
Some people's bodies turn into a phantom half, while the other half still retains a human form;

Some people's heads turned into the appearance of ghosts, but their bodies remained standing stiffly in place; even worse, their entire bodies completely disintegrated into a wisp of yin energy, which then re-condensed not far away, only to be completely transformed into a hideous ghost after condensing.

"kill!"

It's unclear who let out the first roar.

Those beings who have turned into ghosts are left with only violence and bloodlust in their eyes.

They pounced on those around them who were not yet completely out of control, biting, devouring, and tearing them apart.

Some of those attacked also turned into ghosts amidst screams, joining the fray.

Blood splattered, and a chilling aura filled the air.

The once peaceful and prosperous streets have been transformed into a battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Chaos broke out in many cities, large and small, throughout the Great Wei Dynasty.

Then the yin energy began to spread, and even the city itself gradually faded in color.

"What happened?"

The cultivators above the Celestial Realm also suddenly opened their eyes from their slumber and meditation, feeling a strange tremor coming from the depths of their Dao Heart.

Their consciousness was more stable; they only felt uneasy and palpitations, but never lost their reason.

They were all slightly taken aback when they saw the scene in the city.

It's not a full moon night now, it's daytime.

Most cultivators above the Heavenly Transformation Realm retain their memories and naturally understand that what is happening before their eyes is extraordinary.

However, they were not alarmed.

Having lived the same life for countless years, this unusual change is what makes it all the more novel to them.

Especially now that all the outsiders who could bring some freshness and change to the ancient world have been driven out, everything seems numb and boring.

Cultivators under the vicissitudes of heaven are merely repeating the cycle of reincarnation, unable to retain their memories; perhaps in the eyes of some, they are like puppets on strings.

But the ones who truly felt the pain were these celestial cultivators, because they remembered everything!

Remember every full moon, every cycle of life.

I remember these people in the city saying the same things, doing the same things, and experiencing the same joys and sorrows over and over again.

It is the same for a year, for a hundred years, for ten thousand years…

They've been trapped in this world for far too long.

It lasted so long that I became numb, so long that I went crazy, so long that I wished something would happen in this world.

Anything is fine, even destruction!

Looking at the chaotic scene below, someone finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter gradually transformed from a low, suppressed tone to a hoarse, unrestrained roar, and finally turned into a hysterical, skyward howl.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The cultivator who had undergone a transformation opened his arms, his eyes red-rimmed, and his eyes gleaming with an almost pathological light.

"It's changed! I've finally waited for it to change again!"

His voice was hoarse and manic, as if he were about to unleash the madness that had accumulated over countless years.

“Every day it’s the same people, the same words! They laugh, they cry, they are born, they die, and then the next full moon, they come back to life exactly the same!”

“I’ve seen that old man who sells candied hawthorns die 30,000 times… no, 40,000 times… every time he was hit by that carriage, every time in the same position, with the same screams, and the same blood flowing everywhere!”

Inside a pavilion, a female cultivator dressed in green stood by the window, quietly watching the chaos below, her eyes gleaming with an indescribable light.

She murmured to herself, "How long will this last?"

Outside the city, atop a high mountain.

Several cultivators at the Heavenly Transformation Realm gathered together, also looking down at the chaotic city below.

They simply watched, as if watching a long-awaited performance.

"How long do you think this will last?" one of them asked.

The other shrugged: "Who knows? It'll all go back to normal in the end anyway."

The third person spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "I do hope it lasts a little longer. At least... it's somewhat interesting. And this time it seems to feel a little different from the last one."

"The last time? How many tens of thousands of years ago was the last time? Do you remember?"

"Interesting things always leave a deeper impression."

……

Zhou Wei, the Director of the Imperial Observatory of the Great Wei Dynasty, stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the scene in the imperial city, and he frowned slightly.

As a demigod, he knew a lot, but not about the changes before him. For some reason, he had a vague feeling that the scene before him was not a good thing!

However, he didn't do anything either, just watched quietly.

Or rather, there's no way to even begin.

Moreover, even he felt a strange flutter in his heart.

It was as if another thought was telling him, why not take this opportunity to go crazy? Sometimes, losing your mind isn't such a bad thing!
Feng Yue, the Great General of the Great Wei Dynasty, stood in his own mansion, gazing at the very center of the imperial city.

That place is the imperial palace, the divine prison, and also the residence of Emperor Wei Wuji of the Great Wei Dynasty.

"Father!" A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, with a long sword at his waist, bowed slightly. This man was Feng Yan.

Back when Gu Yuanqing first obtained the Myriad Paths Returning to Flow Talisman, Kui Wujiu of the Ancient Divine Sect tried to intercept him, and it was this person who intervened to resolve the situation.

Feng Yue remained silent.

"What is Father looking at?" Feng Yan asked.

Feng Yue said, "Wait for the imperial decree!"

Feng Yan remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Over the years, I've always wanted to ask, now that things are like this, why does Father still listen to him?"

Feng Yue glanced back at Feng Yan and shook his head, saying, "You don't understand."

Feng Yan felt that there was an incomprehensible look in his father's eyes. He suppressed the anger rising in his heart and said slowly in a low voice, "Then Father, please explain this matter to me."

"It's better not to understand than to explain it. Actually, I regret that I've come to understand it." Feng Yue put on a smile, but the smile was full of self-mockery.

“Father…” Feng Yan frowned and stepped forward.

"Go back, don't ask anymore." Feng Yue waved his hand and continued to gaze in the direction of the imperial city.

Left with no other option, Feng Yan had to retreat.

Feng Yue did not turn around, still looking at the imperial city, but his heart was in turmoil.

"Keeping you from the truth is perhaps the only thing I can do for you. A fleeting dream, ha, how ironic!"

(End of this chapter)