I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 943 Father and Son
Wei Zhao fell silent once again amidst the Heavenly Punishment, and within the Linglong Realm, Gu Yuanqing was now without any rivals.

The only things he was wary of were the Demon Lord of the Ancient Realm and the great cultivator who was not entangled with the Demon Lord's soul.

Every so often, there are still people who have fallen into demonic possession within the Linglong Realm.

Although the Primordial Holy Cult is severely pursued by various realms and several sizable forces have been eradicated, it always manages to rise from the ashes and stir up trouble.

There aren't many solutions to this.

However, overall, it is not enough to affect the overall situation, and Gu Yuanqing does not need to worry about it.

Gu Yuanqing always kept his distance from the Dharma Source Realm, and never even bothered to deliberately cultivate the power of the Taixu Creation Wheel.

However, the true talisman he had cultivated using supernatural methods grew on its own without him even realizing it.

Gu Yuanqing was not surprised by this. The Northern Spring Realm was connected to the Dharma Source Realm and perfected itself by borrowing the power of the Dharma Source Realm's rules. The power of the Great Dao of the Taixu Creation Heavenly Wheel was inherently integrated into it.

As Gu Yuanqing comprehends the Northern Spring Realm and the Dao of Creation, he will naturally nourish the True Symbol of Creation of the Great Void.

He naturally wouldn't deliberately suppress the changes of the Creation True Talisman; instead, he would occasionally observe its changes, comprehend its true meaning, and verify it with his own cultivation path.

Although the Creation True Talisman comes from the power of the Taixu Creation Wheel, its runes are a manifestation of the Way of Creation, and for Gu Yuanqing now, it can be considered a guide.

When he first entered the forbidden area of ​​the Dao Source and cultivated the power of the Tai Xu Creation Wheel, what he did today was precisely what he achieved.

The mysteries of creation within the Dao Source Seed have reached their ultimate perfection, as if it were about to break free from its cocoon and transform into a butterfly at any moment.

Li Miaoxuan's progress is about the same as Gu Yuanqing's.

However, the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning this matter. This was almost the ultimate goal for any cultivator in the spirit realm, but it seemed insignificant to them.

They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, drinking tea, appreciating the scenery, discussing philosophy, and chatting leisurely, living a carefree and contented life.

Time flies, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye.

There were no new changes in the Ancient Realm. In the Law Source Realm, a great battle was witnessed, but it was only at the True God level and did not affect the location of the Northern Spring Realm. Gu Yuanqing and Li Miaoxuan simply sat in the courtyard and watched the excitement.

The Black Tortoise carrying the mountain finally came to a complete stop among a group of deep-sea islands after wandering around for a while.

Although there are many islands here, they are uninhabited, the underground spiritual veins are only average, and it is nearly 800,000 miles away from the nearest spiritual continent.

Gu Yuanqing could sense that this time the Mountain-Bearing Black Tortoise's slumber seemed different from the past. Its bloodline seemed to be undergoing a transformation, moving towards the direction of the Black Tortoise.

Judging from the speed of the transformation I've vaguely sensed, this time it might be dormant for a long time.

The people of Qian Yuan Sect were already used to this. As soon as the Xuan Turtle on Mount Fu fell asleep, everyone would get moving and search the vicinity for spiritual veins, treasures, minerals, spiritual herbs and other cultivation resources.

Even the most barren places in the spirit realm possess some spiritual energy, and this place only has a few scattered demonic beasts and no cultivators venture here, so its resources may not be inferior to other places rich in spiritual energy.

Sure enough, within a few days, a disciple discovered a large vein of cold iron ore under a coral reef. This substance is cold in nature and is an excellent material for refining water-type and ice-type magic weapons. It is quite rare in the spirit world.

A few days later, another group of disciples found several ancient crimson corals in the deep sea ravines. They were blood-red all over and contained rich fire elemental power. Water and fire complemented each other, making them extremely rare.

There were also various other rare and precious materials that had grown for many years, as well as many spiritual herbs and medicines that were not found in the Northern Spring Realm, the Qian Yuan Realm, or even the entire Linglong Realm. These were carefully transplanted into the Qian Yuan Realm by the disciples of the Qian Yuan Sect.

Everything was in perfect order. Over the past thousand years, the Qian Yuan Sect had changed beyond recognition and now possessed the grandeur of a top-tier sect.

Meanwhile, many changes have also occurred in the Northern Springs region.

After absorbing the power of the Dharma Source Realm, this world became even more mysterious, its spiritual energy more abundant, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth more perfect.

This, in turn, affects the spiritual plants and beasts within the realm.

Among the spirit beasts and humans in the realm, the one with the fastest cultivation progress is undoubtedly the Heavenly Steed Little White.

It had been dormant for decades, and its cultivation had naturally reached the realm of the Undying Chaos. Although it was much slower than the legendary breakthrough that occurred once every hundred years, it had never experienced a heavenly tribulation, and it was indeed worthy of being called a celestial seed.

Now it has long since set its sights on Beiquan Boundary, and it is unwilling to leave even if it is driven away. No other place can compare to this place.

On this day, Gu Yuanqing and Li Miaoxuan suddenly felt the Great Dao of the Spirit Realm tremble.

"Is someone undergoing the tribulation of becoming a Void Immortal?" Gu Yuanqing asked.

Li Miaoxuan said, "It should be Xiao Lingyue from Yunmeng Holy Land. When I returned to the sect last time, I heard the sect leader say that he was preparing to undergo tribulation."

"He's even a step ahead of Xuanji Tianjun." Gu Yuanqing smiled, then didn't pay much attention to it.

He actually had some grudges with Yunmeng Holy Land back then. Although Xiao Lingyue later helped him, Gu Yuanqing had also guided him on the path of the Void Immortal, so the cause and effect between the two had long been settled.

The aura of the heavenly tribulation lasted for more than a day. Suddenly, both of them vaguely sensed a sense of sorrow emanating from the Great Dao River.

“He failed,” Gu Yuanqing said.

"Yes, what a pity!" Li Miaoxuan sighed softly.

Ten days later, Li Miaoxuan received news from the Lingxu Sect that the person who had perished during the tribulation was indeed Xiao Lingyue. His death was a cold shower for the Ling Realm cultivators who thought they had found the path to immortality after the exchange between the two realms.

After all, Xiao Lingyue's strength ranks among the top three among righteous cultivators, excluding Gu Yuanqing and Li Miaoxuan.

The Yunmeng Holy Land has a profound foundation, and Xiao Lingyue himself is a genius, but even he failed. How confident can others be?

However, none of these things will change Gu Yuanqing and Li Miaoxuan; everything remains the same for them.

Another century has passed in the blink of an eye.

Gu Yuanqing's clone reappeared in the Primordial Realm.

Wei Zhao roared in anger and resentment: "Gu Yuanqing, you're courting death!"

Gu Yuanqing simply smiled calmly: "It seems you still haven't made up your mind."

After a fierce battle, Wei Zhao, despite his anger, had no choice but to remain silent.

Two hundred years have passed, and the voice of the Ancient Divine Sect has almost completely disappeared from the Linglong Realm, while the Qian Yuan Sect's power to suppress the world is unshakable.

Over the years, Li Miaoxuan has rarely left the Northern Spring Realm, at least not in her true form.

As the Qi of the Void Immortal becomes more and more perfect, it is fine in the Northern Spring Realm, where this world is under Gu Yuanqing's control. However, if one enters the Spirit Realm, one's own Qi will naturally resonate with heaven and earth, and one might accidentally attract a Celestial Tribulation.

Li Miaoxuan did not intend to leave her homeland immediately for the unknown immortal realm, as there were still many places in this world that she cherished.

Having once left the Qian Yuan Realm to pursue the Dao in the Spirit Realm, he was separated from his family. Upon hearing that the Qian Yuan Realm was embroiled in inter-realm conflict, he was tormented and filled with regret.

Now, naturally, I don't want to repeat the same mistakes. Moreover, becoming an immortal a little slower won't affect anything. On the contrary, my cultivation will be more refined, and I'll have a better chance of passing the tribulation.

However, both Gu Yuanqing and Li Miaoxuan knew that even if they sealed their cultivation, this day would come sooner or later; they just hoped that it would come later.

Time flies like water, and years pass like a shuttle.

The Northern Spring Realm has grown to nearly twenty million miles in size, and the perfection of the laws of heaven and earth is now vastly different from what it once was. Yin and Yang alternate, the four seasons are orderly, the sun and moon move, and all things are born and die, all in accordance with the ultimate principles of the heavenly way.

The spiritual energy was so rich that it was unbelievable, so pure that it contained almost no impurities. It also contained Dao essence, which did not need to be deliberately refined. Just by breathing in and out, it would naturally flow into the meridians and nourish the soul.

The mountains rise and fall, stretching for thousands of miles, with a faint glow flowing across their surfaces—the result of the earth's spiritual energy overflowing from the veins of the earth.

Ancient trees reach for the sky in the mountains, their branches and leaves shimmering with spiritual light, ancient vines entwining them, and countless unknown spiritual flowers and herbs growing everywhere.

Whether it's a stream or a great river, the water contains wisps of spiritual energy, and drinking it can cleanse the mind and spirit.

This place is no longer just a simple sacred place for cultivation, but is almost a fairyland.

If an ordinary person is fortunate enough to set foot in this place, even just breathing a breath of this air will prolong their life and prevent them from contracting any diseases.

If one drinks a mouthful of mountain spring water and eats a wild fruit, one can be reborn and gain the foundation for cultivation.

Moreover, Gu Yuanqing vaguely sensed that some even greater transformations were taking place deep within this world, and the impact of breaking into the Dharma Source Realm on the Northern Spring Realm was far greater than originally estimated.

These things became even more apparent during his next confrontation with Wei Zhao.

Jie Lin's influence on the Gui Cang Hall is growing. Although Gu Yuanqing is still unable to truly harm Wei Zhao, it is becoming increasingly difficult for Wei Zhao to deal with Gu Yuanqing's attacks. He can only resist by unleashing the power of a Heavenly God.

It would take the use of a divine body to force Gu Yuanqing to retreat.

The speed of this growth even frightened Wei Zhao. As for the other five remnant souls of true gods in the Guizang Hall, they were no longer able to intervene in the battle between the two.

Even though they witnessed all of this with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe.

I've seen or heard of extraordinary talents before, but I've never heard of anyone growing up so quickly.

Once again, it fell silent under divine punishment.

Within the Guizang Hall, in the void space,
The atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

Mu Qingxuan said solemnly, "Great Venerable, this Gu Yuanqing is no ordinary cultivator. Even with the greatest opportunities, who else could grow so quickly?"

“This is not some prodigy, but a monster. A great calamity is coming, and a monster will surely be born. If we do not eliminate him, I fear the Linglong Realm will never have peace,” Li Huang said.

"Remove? How can we remove him? Besides, he controls the Dao of Creation. Without him, how can we resolve the great calamity of the Ancient Realm?" Zhou Tianyan said.

"Are we just going to let him grow like this? He already has this much strength. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid even the Gui Cang Hall will have a hard time stopping him," Li Huang said in a deep voice.

Wei Zhao frowned. Just as they said, Gu Yuanqing was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, and continuing to wait would only make things more difficult.

Just then, Feng Wuhen suddenly said, "Great Venerable One, do you think Gu Yuanqing might be a Returner to the Void?"

The moment the words were spoken, the hall fell silent.

Feng Wuhen continued, "How could an ordinary cultivator grow so quickly? Even if he comes from the Dharma Source Realm, his cultivation level is only demigod. How could he possibly contend with you, Great Venerable? If he is a Void Returner, then everything makes sense."

Wei Zhao's expression immediately became even more serious.

The so-called "Return to the Void" refers to the remnants of the former master of the divine artifact of rules, who intend to return to the present world from death.

Those who can fully control the artifacts of this rule are mostly God-Kings, and the artifacts they wield are mostly mid-level artifacts, possessing immense power that reaches the heavens. Even if they are reborn through possession, it is not surprising that they possess cross-dimensional power.

However, if that's the case, all the previous plans will have to be reconsidered.

"No wonder he said he could become a true god without my help; he himself is a returnee to the void!"

……

Gu Yuanqing had no idea that his origins had undergone such an inexplicable change because of the speculations of these true gods of the Ancient Divine Sect.

Even if I knew, I would just smile indifferently.

Another hundred years have passed.

The aura of divine punishment emanating from Guicang Hall and Wei Zhao had been largely obliterated, and a wisp of Wei Zhao's soul entered the ancient realm.

It then transformed into a long rainbow and headed straight for the imperial city of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Three days later, he arrived at the palace.

Sitting on the throne, Wei Wuji opened his eyes, looked at Wei Zhao's figure, and slowly said, "Zhao'er, you've finally deigned to come see me?"

Wei Zhao said calmly, "I'm not here to see you, but to see him!"

Wei Wuji's gaze sharpened slightly: "What's the difference between me and him? He is me, and I am him!"

Wei Zhao said, "I came here not to argue with you. Open the Mirror of Rebirth, I want to go in."

Wei Wuji remained silent for a long time, then raised his hand and waved it. A point of crystalline light appeared, and then the light continued to intertwine, transforming into a precious mirror. Wei Zhao stepped into it.

The mirror surface rippled like water, engulfing him completely, and the mirror light disappeared with it.

Then, Wei Zhao landed in another space.

There was no sky, no earth, no spiritual energy, and no matter what existed; only endless void.

Only occasionally does a streak of light flash by; these are traces of the operation of the rules and divine artifacts. Each streak of light seems to contain the profound truth of the cycle of life and death.

Wei Zhao stepped forward, and ripples seemed to spread out from his feet, extending in all directions but without touching any edge.

He walked for a long time, and finally, a huge altar floated in the void ahead.

In the center of the altar floats an ancient and precious mirror, from which all the flowing light in the void originates.

In front of the precious mirror, a person sat cross-legged.

This man was dressed in a gray robe, with white hair and beard, and an old yet dignified face.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were enduring endless pain.

Two completely different forces swirled around him. One was a grayish-white aura similar to Wei Zhao's, which was in a cycle of life and death, endlessly regenerating.

Another force, pitch black as ink, extremely gloomy and dark, seemed to devour everything.

The two forces intertwined and eroded each other, like two giant pythons wrestling together, unable to separate.

This person bears a striking resemblance to Wei Wuji, who ascended the throne.

Wei Wuji appeared to be middle-aged, while this man looked old and tired, with a sense of vicissitude between his brows.

Wei Zhao did not approach; he stopped at a distance and spoke with a complicated expression: "Father."

(End of this chapter)