Chapter 63: Blessed Ground
Chapter 63: Blessed Ground
Starting a sect?
The Emperor of Chu’s face darkened with uncertainty. He preferred Xue Chuan remain in the capital rather than cause chaos elsewhere. Yet Great Chu lacked the power to contain such a man. Once free, even casually forming a clan would create an unstoppable force—a clear threat to Chu Kingdom’s stability.
“Why consider this, sir? Has someone offended you?”
Zuo Meng instantly perceived the emperor’s thoughts and chuckled.
“Fear not. My clan will accept all disciples openly. However, the royal family may send one hundred candidates yearly. After training, they’ll return to serve Great Chu.”
Relief flickered across the emperor’s face as a scheme formed. If he couldn’t keep Zuo Meng, why not use him to nurture experts for Great Chu? With enough strength, ruling the realm would become effortless!
“A sect needs hands. You can’t handle all affairs alone.” The emperor studied Zuo Meng’s unchanging expression before adding, “Select capable Dragon Guards to manage trivial matters. This saves your time for cultivation.”
“My thanks.”
Zuo Meng shrugged. His goal was spreading cultivation methods, letting others explore paths for him. Royal spies or commoners mattered little. The emperor’s offer conveniently solved logistical issues he’d overlooked.
“The Dragon Guard roster.”
At the emperor’s signal, a eunuch presented the list.
“Send these.”
Zuo Meng skimmed unfamiliar names until reaching the end. His finger paused at familiar entries.
The Immortal Palace?
The emperor’s eyes narrowed. So this powerhouse still cared about people—weaknesses to exploit.
“Notify them to accompany Zuo Meng west for sect establishment.”
“Dispatch them directly to West Extremes upon arrival.”
Zuo Meng dropped the roster and vanished in three strides, leaving the imperial court speechless. To them, he remained a disrespectful peasant disguised as a Storyteller. Had he been weaker, they’d have executed him for insolence. But against his godlike power, silence was their only option.
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West Extremes’ Snowy Peaks.
Zuo Meng arrived in two steps.
The world’s third law-shift weakened old restrictions, amplifying his accessible power. His current cultivation surpassed the Transformation God realm. By Cultivation standards, he should face tribulation now. But this world obeyed him—no Sky Calamity would manifest without his permission.
“Here.”
He stomped, flattening the mountaintop into a platform.
“My sect must surpass Jie Ming’s Cold Mountain Temple.”
With a wave, he summoned a giant stone.
BOOM!
The boulder crashed center-stage. Zuo Meng carved two characters into its surface:
“Tai Chu.”
As the characters were carved, the stone erupted with radiant light. This ordinary rock instantly transformed into an immortal stone bonded with universal laws.
“With a name set, let’s build a Blessed Ground.”
If you’re doing something, do it right.
Zuo Meng tapped between the “Tai Chu” characters. A ripple spread as he stepped through into a small realm made using his Transcend the Calamities-level power. This small realm wasn’t as stable as the Great World outside, but anyone at his level could make something like this.
“Can’t make it too real. This Blessed Ground should guide future cultivation paths for newcomers.”
Zuo Meng carefully controlled the illusions, trying to make things fake enough for later cultivators to study. Through his efforts, the Blessed Ground now had flowers, trees, sun, moon and stars – all obvious magic constructs that only looked real from afar.
With these basics done, buildings came next.
Zuo Meng casually threw together some Taoist temple-style structures, considering the job complete.
The Blessed Ground’s creation was announced to all.
Every Golden Core cultivator and above suddenly heard the proclamation in their minds – a technique Zuo Meng had perfected since the First Era.
“What’s a Blessed Ground?”
“Immortal teachings?”
“Tai Chu Immortal Gate? Never heard of it!”
“I must investigate this.”
Golden Core achievers weren’t ordinary people – either those with great willpower or heavenly favor. All prepared to come, especially those stuck at the peak of Transformation God realm. Even Cold Mountain Temple’s best methods and the golden shadow’s inheritance stopped at this level.
Three days later.
Streaks of light descended on the platform.
The four from The Immortal Palace arrived first as appointed elders. Others came too – court officials, Cold Mountain Temple monks, Ask Immortal Pavilion members. Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators mixed with a few Transformation Gods. Demon tribe members lurked at the edges with Zuo Meng’s three dirt dogs, eyeing the humans warily.
“Almost everyone’s here.”
Zhang Tu scanned the six hundred gathered experts – ninety percent of the world’s top cultivators.
“Where’s the method?” growled a black-robed Transformation God elder.
“Enter through here.” Zhang Tu gestured. Having already visited the Blessed Ground, he served as Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s external elder.
“Here?” The elder stared at the “Tai Chu” carved giant stone behind him.
“You mock me?” Killing intent rolled off the elder.
“Blessed Grounds exist beyond our realm. Follow me.” Zhang Tu remained calm. With Mr. Xue’s backing, he feared no one. He stepped into the giant stone and vanished.
The elder’s eyes narrowed.
A Blessed Ground?
After hesitating, he followed. Others surged forward too. National Master Zhang He in the crowd finally joined them.
Weightlessness struck.
When his senses returned, National Master Zhang He stood on grassy plains. Celestial cranes danced above spirit fish ponds. Jade buildings floated in distant clouds – true immortal scenery.
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“A Blessed Ground! Beyond our world!!”
“What cultivation level has Xue Chuan reached?!”
The National Master’s scheming thoughts vanished, replaced by awe.