Chapter 45: Intervention
Chapter 45: Intervention
“The Immortal Palace holds profound meaning—an excellent name indeed.”
Li Yuanyuan and her companions, green yet ambitious, established The Immortal Palace. External changes grew more apparent as the Ask Immortal Pavilion’s influence spread swiftly across Great Chu, even infiltrating foreign barbarian tribes. Compared to this shadowy organization, the Great Chu royal family at the dynasty’s core wielded even greater dominance.
The Emperor of Chu, exerting his Pressure across the realm, gathered strong individuals to form the Dragon Suppression Hall. Its sole purpose: crushing evil Immortal Cultivators. The Ask Immortal Pavilion suffered repeated defeats, its schemes shattered. Once mighty, the pavilion was crushed by the Hall, losing a Deputy Master and retreating into darkness. Though imperial authority temporarily cowed the world, all knew this peace wouldn’t last.
A single shift would shatter the fragile balance.
In Suzhou’s Qing Stone Alley, Zuo Meng ceased his seclusion after dismissing Li Yuanyuan’s group. For seven or eight years, he’d studied methods for ordinary people to break their shackles. Yet deeper immersion brought unexpected clarity—cultivation wasn’t merely about power, but mentality. This revelation spurred him to enter the game as a player.
“Immortals move pieces; mortals become pawns.”
Zuo Meng’s vision pierced reality’s veil, spotting the golden shadow buried in the world’s depths. The second cataclysm approached.
Like a thief prying open doors, the golden shadow had created initial cracks in reality’s laws. Each subsequent breach weakened the structure until complete collapse would let it steal the Creator’s authority.
Crack…
From the void, the golden silhouette reached again. Reality’s fabric quivered.
Ancient energy particles now intertwined with totemic gray energies, birthing something new—spiritual energy. The Entire World trembled at its emergence.
Zuo Meng stood in his courtyard, watching cosmic chains realign. The process crawled.
“Too slow.”
His pupils vanished, eyes becoming liquid silver. A finger flicked nothingness. The shifting laws froze as black tendrils leaked into newborn spiritual energy.
Heavenly Demons.
From this moment, pure malevolence took form—the Domain Demons, bane of cultivators.
“Taichu Immortal Ancestor?!”
The golden shadow convulsed, its shockwaves rippling through dimensions before vanishing. The second transformation concluded.
Spiritual energy deluged the world.
Every creature stilled as the tide hit. From Great Chu to foreign lands, the new energy saturated everything. More cultivators emerged, inheriting forgotten legacies. Foundation Establishment cultivators touched higher realms. At Cold Mountain Temple, Master Jie Ming shattered barriers, forming a Golden Core under noon skies—extending his lifespan a millennium.
The upheaval lasted longer than the first. Commoners felt it now, like a train gaining unstoppable momentum.
An immortal island materialized above—cloud-wreathed palaces, cranes circling spires.
“Inheritance!”
“I’ve received it too!”
“Heaven doesn’t control Long Batian’s destiny!”
But this change brought violence.
In a clan’s training chamber, a white-haired elder’s eyes turned ink-black. His sagely features twisted grotesquely. “Cultivator stench…”
“Elder, you—”
A disciple’s chest exploded under clawed fingers before he finished speaking. Screams echoed as others fled.
Black Mist billowed from the corrupted elder as he ravaged his sect.
At Ask Immortal Pavilion, a black-eyed scholar knelt amidst corpses.
Cold Mountain Temple’s Master Jie Ming used Golden Core power to suppress his Discipline Hall chief—a monk spewing Black Mist and howling inhumanly.
“Heavenly Demons.”
The young abbot deciphered their malignant tongue. “Chaos comes.”
Jianghu sects fared badly; the palace fared worse. Heavenly Demons ravaged the Dragon Suppression Hall. A traitorous leader sparked carnage among dozens of experts, throwing seven branches into disarray. Even the crown prince suffered grave injuries. The enraged Emperor executed scores to restore order, but the Hall’s power broke. Without this check, chaos erupted empire-wide.
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Total collapse.
“Tug one thread, unravel the tapestry.” Zuo Meng reverted to human form, pallid and weakened.
His earlier use of Creator-level power nearly destroyed his flesh. The chasm between his current shell and divine might remained insurmountable—even slight usage risked annihilation. Though altered laws permitted limited access, surpassing his cultivation stage’s limits invited disaster.