I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 948 Overturning the Chessboard!
There were still people guarding the formation that formed the body, and Gu Yuanqing was attacked as soon as he entered.

At most, an attack at the Void Heaven level could not harm it in the slightest. It merely dispersed its aura, causing all magical treasures and spells to vanish into thin air, and everything around it to come to a standstill.

Gu Yuanqing merely glanced at it indifferently, took a step, and disappeared from the spot, reappearing a thousand miles away.

The ancient world remains unchanged.

The city was in chaos, and even during the day, the atmosphere was extremely gloomy.

These citizens of the Great Wei Dynasty all believed they were still alive, but once the secret was revealed, they would immediately turn into ghosts.

Of course, that was Gu Yuanqing's understanding before. As he gradually learned more about the situation in the ancient world, he could see that these so-called Yin spirits were just changes in the path of life and death.

For hundreds of years, it may seem that he has only suppressed Wei Zhao and lived a carefree life in the Northern Spring Realm, but that does not mean that he has done nothing at all.

We have conducted some investigation and speculation on the situation in the ancient world. Although we may not be able to fully understand the truth, we are fairly certain of it.

On the night of the full moon, all people and things in the Great Wei Divine Dynasty will return to their original state. This is because when the moon is full, the power of the Demon Lord reaches its peak, affecting the balance between the ancient cultivators and the Demon Lord. It is necessary to use the power of the Mirror of Rebirth again to restore the original state and maintain the status quo.

This great cultivator who originally suppressed the ancient realm likely encountered problems during his cultivation, was invaded by the Demon Lord's divine soul, and ultimately led to the current situation.

There are even some speculations that are quite possible.

For example, according to Wei Zhao, the one that suppressed the Demon Lord was the Mirror of Rebirth. This mirror is a high-level rule artifact. The great cultivator who suppressed this world may also intend to truly and completely control the Mirror of Rebirth, attempting to use it to become a god-king.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the Demon Lord found an opportunity.

Gu Yuanqing had always kept his distance from major repairs of this level, not wanting to get involved or form any serious karmic ties with them.

But the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease; the people of the ancient realm continue to launch attacks to pressure the tree.

Over the past few centuries, the Northern Spring Realm, relying on the Dharma Source Realm for sustenance, has grown to an unbelievable level, giving Gu Yuanqing even more confidence.

He stood with his hands behind his back above Wuyi City, glanced at the city, and then turned his gaze to the imperial city.

"Since you want to force me into this game, don't blame me for turning this whole chessboard upside down."

His figure disappeared, and he reappeared in a small town.

The town is small, with cobblestone streets, white walls and gray tiles, and is no different from any other market town.

There were tea stalls, cloth shops, an old man selling sugar figurines, and children chasing and playing along the street.

Smoke curls from chimneys, dogs bark, and everything seems as vibrant as ever. But upon closer inspection, several people stand on street corners or sit inside courtyards, their eyes vacant and lost. These are all cultivators above the Divine Platform Realm, and they were the ones who once invaded the Qian Yuan Realm.

Gu Yuanqing walked down the street with his hands behind his back, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

A vendor pushed a cart past him, the cart filled with wooden carvings of birds, animals, flowers and plants. The carvings were rough, but they had their own charm.

When the vendor saw Gu Yuanqing, he smiled憨厚ly, stopped his cart, and called out, "Sir, take a look? They're all carved by myself, cheap."

Gu Yuanqing stopped and glanced at the cart, then casually picked up a small wooden bird.

The bird was no bigger than a thumb, but the patterns on its wings were clear, showing that it had been carefully crafted.

He looked at the wooden bird and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The vendor was taken aback, scratched his head, and laughed, "My surname is Wang, and the neighbors all call me Wang Laosan."

Gu Yuanqing nodded, then asked, "Do you know you're dead?"

The vendor's smile froze on his face. His eyes went from confusion to bewilderment, then to emptiness. He looked at Gu Yuanqing, his lips trembling slightly, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Sir... what did you say?"

Gu Yuanqing looked into his eyes and said calmly in a soft voice, "You are already dead."

The moment the words left his mouth, the vendor froze, looking down at his hands.

The hands were turning transparent, and beneath the flesh and blood, one could vaguely see the withered bones.

A gust of wind blew by, and his body collapsed like a sand sculpture. His clothes fell to the ground and scattered into a pile of dry bones, leaving only a ghostly figure with red eyes that shone with resentment.

"Why? Why did you wake me up? Why did you tell me all this? I just want to live, is that not allowed?" he growled.

A thick, yin energy surged out and spread outwards.

Countless people turned to look, their gazes gradually changing, all staring at Gu Yuanqing with resentment. After touching the Yin energy, they all transformed into Yin spirits, their original corpses falling to the ground.

The whole scene spread like a chain reaction, continuously extending further and further away.

With a roar, the vendor standing in front of Gu Yuanqing pounced on him, and the ghosts in the distance swarmed over like sharks smelling blood.

The once harmonious and peaceful town was transformed into a ghost town in an instant!
Gu Yuanqing stood in the middle of the street, looking at the piles of bones, his expression calm.

Such things are commonplace. Under the Heavenly Eye of Void, one can even sense the similarities in the origins of these Yin Gods, the entanglement of the Demonic Path and the Path of Life and Death.

Boundary Imminent!

The phantom of the Northern Spring Realm suddenly opened up behind him, spreading rapidly and enveloping the entire town in the blink of an eye.

The power of the Northern Spring Realm descended upon the Ancient Realm, and its Great Dao began to overlap with the Great Dao of the Ancient Realm.

Just like when the ancient realm invaded the Qian Yuan realm, today he is using their methods to fight them back!
At that moment, the entire town suddenly froze, as if space had been frozen and time had stood still.

Below the boundary, it is far more domineering than the ordinary celestial realm. Even true gods can only retreat, let alone these ordinary ghosts.

With a slight thought, countless sword energies were born out of thin air.

The sword energy swept across the town like the wind, and countless ghostly spirits perished within its power.

However, the demonic thoughts and life-and-death energy within the spirits refused to dissipate. Some entangled Gu Yuanqing's body, while others transformed into thin threads, escaping in all directions, trying to break free from this sealed-off world.

Gu Yuanqing raised his hand, his five fingers slightly curled up.

Under the influence of the boundary, this world became his domain.

The fleeing demonic thoughts and life-and-death energy were as if grasped by an invisible hand, swirling back from all directions and gathering in his palm.

Black and grayish-white energy intertwined and surged, slowly condensing in his hand until it finally transformed into a fist-sized sphere that floated above his palm.

Inside the sphere, black and gray intertwine, like countless strands of hair tangled together, exuding a chilling aura.

Divine thoughts intertwined into a net, enveloping the sphere.

In the northern part of the city, atop the main peak.

Gu Yuanqing's true form sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

He sensed the movement on the other side of his clone, slowly raised his hand, loosely clenched his fist, and extended it forward.

Tianyu!

An invisible fishing line emerged from his palm, disappeared into the void, broke through the boundary barrier, and went straight into the ancient realm.

The fishing hook landed precisely on the sphere in the clone's palm.

With a gentle tug, the sphere in the clone's palm trembled slightly, then was drawn by an invisible force, disappearing into the void.

On the main peak of the Northern Spring Realm, the true body opened his palm, and the sphere, a mixture of gray and black, floated in his hand. He looked down at the sphere in his hand, a smile appearing on his face.

Over the years, he has continuously studied the mysteries of the fishing platform on the western cliff.

Since ancient times, items from the ancient realm can only be taken out of the ancient realm by refining them with void stones.

However, the Heavenly Fishing Technique actually fishes out Dao Souls descending from the clouds and mist, which contains profound mysteries.

Previously, due to limitations in his realm, knowledge, and understanding of the rules of the Northern Spring Realm, Gu Yuanqing had never been able to grasp its mysteries. However, now that his cultivation has deepened and the power of the Northern Spring Realm has increased, its rules have become more apparent.

Centuries of research have finally paid off; we've glimpsed its mysteries, and now that we've tried it, it works!

He held the sphere in his palm and examined it closely, seeing it even more clearly within the boundaries of Beiquan.

Gray and black intertwine, permeating each other, indistinguishable from one another.

The ancient cultivation path of life and death and the darkest demonic thoughts of the Demon Lord have been intertwined for millions of years, and they are already intertwined.

This is the root of the chaos in the ancient realm, and also what Wei Zhao wants to use him to sever.

Wei Zhao wanted him to use the Dao of Creation to separate the entangled forces, reseal the Demon Lord's soul, extract the power of the ancient cultivators from it, and get rid of the current predicament.

And Gu Yuanqing was the sword chosen by Wei Zhao and the great cultivator from the ancient world!

He doesn't want to be just a knife!

Why should someone else bear the consequences of their own actions?
Gu Yuanqing was not a saint, nor did he ever consider himself one.

He only wanted to stay in his own little world, to protect the people he cared about, to quietly cultivate himself, and to live a carefree life.

It was Wei Zhao who attacked him time and time again, and the power of the ancient realm that repeatedly infiltrated the Linglong Realm, forcing him into the game.

Since we're going to get involved, we should follow his rules.

What he needed to do was not to sever this entanglement, but to transform the power within it into his own.

The Northern Spring Realm achieved its power by devouring all other realms.

It can devour and digest the primordial energy of the Dharma Source Realm, the projection of the rule artifacts, the blood moon power of the Demon Realm, and the power of the Great Sun.

The same applies to the power of the ancient realm, as evidenced by the invasion of the Qian Yuan Realm by the ancient realm back then!
Over the years, the Beiquan community, relying on the Dharma Source community for sustenance, has grown to an incredible extent.

The more powerful the world becomes, the more power he can wield.

The perfection of the Heavenly Fishing Technique allows him to directly fish for power from the ancient realm.

The Northern Spring Realm itself is a giant furnace that can refine and purify the power it has caught, turning it into its own resources.

This is his confidence, and also his capital.

Wei Zhao wanted him to be the sword, but he wanted to be the fisherman, to fish out the power that had been entangled in the ancient realm for millions of years, bit by bit, and refine it, turning it into nourishment for the growth of the Northern Spring Realm and resources for his own cultivation to advance!
Gu Yuanqing looked at the sphere in his hand and suddenly squeezed it tightly.

Ten thousand cracks appeared in his palm, and the sphere suddenly shattered.
Its power dissipated, but was imprisoned by the Dao of Manipulation and ended up on the edge of the Northern Spring Realm.

This place is a chaotic void, and the Northern Spring Realm continues to carve out voids from the primordial chaos. Myriad great paths are born, die, and evolve here, possessing boundless power.

The power of the Demon Lord and the power of the cycle of life and death were rapidly crushed, ground, and decomposed within it.

The grayish-white power of life and death was the first to collapse, turning into countless tiny specks of light; the pitch-black demonic thoughts followed closely behind, scattering with a roar.

The chaos slowly rotated, swallowing and purifying the light spots, transforming them into starlight that rose from the depths of chaos, following the movement of the Great Dao, passing through mountains and rivers, crossing seas of clouds, and sprinkling onto the land of the Northern Spring Realm.

……

And in the ancient realm.

Gu Yuanqing's clone looked at the dilapidated town, feeling inexplicably complicated.

Although he knew that these people were all transformed from one person, the feeling in his heart was indescribable, as they suddenly transformed from an ordinary small town into this state.

Because these people are actually no longer considered "avatars," but rather simply "avatars," they possess their own past, experiences, and consciousness.

"In any case, it's a relief for you!"

Gu Yuanqing took a step forward, and his figure split into ten, each appearing in another small town.

……

The ancient world had hundreds of millions of inhabitants, and countless villages and towns like this existed.

Wherever his clones passed, they left behind only desolation.

As Gu Yuanqing retrieved more and more power from the ancient realm, he became increasingly certain that they were all manifestations of the same person. However, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression became more and more silent.

Half an hour later, all the figures returned to one, and he stood before Wuyi City once again.

He intended to take action directly, but his gaze suddenly fell upon the city lord's mansion.

There, a beautiful young woman sat in the pavilion, gazing intently at the fish in the pond.

Xiang Feng'er, daughter of the Lord of Wuyi City!

Gu Yuanqing raised his hand and flipped it over, and the tribute order of the Great Wei Dynasty fell into his hand.

Previously, he had only regarded it as an ordinary token, but now he could sense that the Dao of life and death was contained within it.

This order was originally given to Feng'er.

It was just a brief encounter, and I had long forgotten about it. But seeing you again today, I can't help but recall what I said to Feng'er back then: Actually, what I hope for most is that one day you can kill me.

I didn't understand what he meant then, but now I understand it all.

Gu Yuanqing hesitated for a moment, then took a step and arrived at the city lord's mansion.

Xiang Feng'er's body stiffened slightly, then she suddenly turned her head to look at Gu Yuanqing. Her pupils narrowed slightly, and then she smiled sweetly.

"Mr. Gu, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Gu Yuanqing smiled faintly: "Yes, it's been a long time. However, Miss Feng'er must already know my background."

Xiang Feng'er sighed softly: "Yes, how could I not know? The decree of the Divine Emperor has spread throughout the world. Others may not remember it, but I am, after all, a Celestial. I think it would be better if I were not a Celestial, at least I wouldn't have to live such a tiring life."

At this point, she looked at Gu Yuanqing and said, "Sir, are you here to kill us?"

Gu Yuanqing said, "Do you want to die that badly?"

"Who in this world wouldn't want that?"

Xiang Feng'er smiled gently, turned her head, and looked at the fish swimming in the pond. She watched the koi fish darting among the lotus leaves, leisurely and content.

“I often think, how wonderful it would be if I were a fish like that, knowing nothing, having nothing to think about, only knowing how to swim and forage. Eating when hungry, sleeping when tired, unaware of life and death, unaware of joy and sorrow.” She paused, then added, “But I know.”

(End of this chapter)