Chapter 2456 The Barbarian King
However, this excludes the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
Now, the Three Thousand Immortal Realms also want to keep up with the great tide of the Immortal Realm era, so that their 'spiritual pills, Dao artifacts' and so on can be sold to other realms, and in return they can exchange them for countless rare and precious materials, immortal cultivation techniques and so on.
No matter what.
The items from the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are now like 'inferior spirit stones' in the Immortal World, discarded by cultivators of all races from other realms as if they were worn-out shoes, with no consideration even for their cost-effectiveness; they are simply too outdated.
later.
After much painful reflection, the Three Thousand Immortal Realms began to sell their finest products, including masterpieces of alchemy and weapon crafting, to the outer realms of the Immortal World, which eventually created a market for them.
But then another problem arises: this is by no means a long-term solution.
The Heavenly Elder and the disciples of the Heavenly Palace were not too willing to improve the overall strength of the myriad races in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms and to open the gates of the Heavenly Palace. They were even less willing to allow any other forces in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms to ride roughshod over them.
and so.
The myriad paths of inheritance in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are still stuck in the past, said to be the ancient inheritance of the sages who created the world, whose power overwhelms the entire Immortal Realm.
The cultivators of all races still practice these ancient immortal cultivation methods, regarding them as the ultimate principles.
Because that is indeed the historical fact.
Therefore, the older the cultivation method, the more powerful it is!
then.
The battle of the Immortal Realm's prodigies was so fierce that the entire region was wiped out. Now, the prodigies of the three thousand Immortal Realms could not even survive the first round of the Immortal Realm's prodigies' battle, and they have become semi-hidden in this top-level event in the Immortal Realm.
It's almost as if I can just quit now.
The disciples of the Heavenly Palace today.
They had long since given up on refining the ancient inheritance of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms and instead cultivated the inheritance techniques of the outer realms of the Immortal World. Some disciples of the Heavenly Palace even went to cultivate in major sects in the outer realms.
The reason they were willing to come back.
However, they don't have much of a presence in the outer realms and can't enjoy that lofty feeling of controlling the fate of all living beings. The cultivators of the outer sects of the Immortal Realm really don't give them any face.
Humble and polite in public, but arrogant and condescending upon returning home—this is a true reflection of some of the disciples of the Heavenly Palace in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
But unconsciously.
More and more immortals from the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are quietly 'fleeing' their lineage. They have betrayed the Three Thousand Immortal Realms and will be hunted down by them.
Whether they killed them or not, and whether they dared to truly provoke the external Daoist lineage, is another matter entirely.
Looking back on the past.
The cultivators of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms could go wherever they wanted, and all considered it an honor to make a name for themselves outside and return to their homeland in triumph. Now, the Three Thousand Immortal Realms Alliance no longer allows cultivators of all races to step out of their territory.
The four border regions are all controlled by disciples of the Heavenly Palace. The great array is overwhelming, and the immortal senses can reach ten thousand miles. Anyone captured is killed, and the rebellious escape is cut off with an iron-fisted force.
Although the Three Thousand Immortal Realms Star Hub is closed.
However, the Heavenly Palace Star Hub is not completely closed, and it is connected to the entire Immortal Realm all year round.
They possess profound wisdom and unwavering resolve, and will not be affected by countless messages from outer star hubs.
The cultivators of the myriad races in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are as wise as pigs and dogs, and will inevitably be affected by countless messages from the outer star hubs, making their Dao hearts unstable. That's roughly the logic.
They completely forgot that the Star Pivot originated from the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Back then, what all the races of the Immortal Realm feared most was the news of the Star Pivot of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, which, like a tsunami, led the general trend of the entire Immortal Realm.
now.
Faced with such a prosperous golden age in the immortal realm.
Many forces within the Immortal Realm Alliance were already extremely envious.
The immortals under their command had already begun to transfer their clan's disciples to the outer realms, taking with them endless natural treasures from the three thousand immortal realms. They lived a very comfortable life in the outer realms, constantly exploring the path of immortality with the myriad races of the immortal world.
When a top-tier power in one of the immortal realms completely fled.
The Three Thousand Immortal Realms Alliance was instantly thrown into turmoil. One of the three thousand top forces in the alliance was missing, having stolen the Immortal Realms' rare treasures and inheritances for years... and everyone was only just realizing it?!
This matter is earth-shattering, enough to shake the entire world of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
But it was suppressed silently, and the cultivators of the myriad races in the three thousand immortal realms were completely unaware of it.
Even those who knew some secrets and wanted to reveal them to the world were forced to shut up, unable to speak, unable to say anything, indicating that the grave was stable, lying peacefully in the cemetery, just waiting for the feast to begin.
Thousands of years later.
A true immortal has emerged in the celestial realm!
For some unknown reason, the celestial beings were in an uproar, overjoyed from the bottom of their hearts, and paid homage to the true immortals in their respective territories, feeling extremely excited.
True Immortal...
It is no longer synonymous with strength, nor is it a transcendent being feared by the world.
They are the pillars of the celestial realm, the leaders of all beings, and sages who have propelled the celestial path to its peak and the progress of the times. All living beings hold them in the deepest reverence.
And this true immortal.
He is also the first true immortal to emerge from the generations of geniuses and warriors of the immortal realm!
This person does not belong to any race, lineage, or organization. He has eaten the food of all races, sought the teachings of all races, and paid homage to the top Taoist sects in the Immortal Realm.
Nor was he the most dazzling figure in the battles between generations of geniuses.
His name is Gu Yi.
The "Gu" in Canggu Sacred Clan is one of the few ancient surnames in the Immortal Realm, and it is a surname that none of the myriad races in the Immortal Realm dare to adopt at will.
He emerged from the Three Thousand Immortal Continents, entered the Immortal Realm, and later attained immortality in the Three Thousand Immortal Continents. Today, he has attained true immortality in the vast starry sky. He has lived up to expectations and become the pride of the Three Thousand Immortal Continents, causing many of its ancient ancestors to silently shed tears.
finally...
After billions of years, one has finally emerged.
Beneath the vast starry sky.
Gu Yi's gaze lingered on the Three Thousand Immortal Continents for a long time, filled with a profound sense of melancholy. He felt that he was an exceptionally fortunate cultivator, who had no hardships or schemes on his path to immortality, only upright and honest adversaries, and a group of mentors and elders who constantly accompanied and guided him.
a long time.
He smiled wistfully, bowed deeply for a long time, bowing to his myriad masters, his elders on the path of immortality, and his rivals on the path of immortality. It was all of this that made him who he was, and it was this golden age of the immortal realm that made him who he was.
"Thank you, everyone."
Although one who has attained the Dao and become a true immortal cannot see the future, they can clearly see many vague past events. The vast celestial realm of cause and effect feels like... a light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.
……
Taiyi Immortal Realm, the Wilderness Heaven.
Just as the world was in an uproar.
A human boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, crossed the river on a bamboo raft.
His vision far surpassed that of his peers, displaying a maturity beyond his years. He leisurely crossed the Yangtze River, where he saw the surging river and the mottled green mountains, resembling a landscape painting. But beneath them lay the loyal bones of immortals.
Down in the river.
An unmarked tombstone stands like a forest, fallen leaves gleam like swords, and the wind rustles like banners, yet there is no sense of gloom here, but rather an overwhelming aura of death.
And here.
It is one of the forbidden zones of life in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms, the Water Ink River Forest!
The young human had a deep gaze and a fearless expression as he calmly looked out at the endless river in the distance.
"Wang Qicang of the Wilderness Clan pays respects to the ancestral artifact of the Ye family, the Immortal Spirit."
"The Longevity Royal Family..."
From the ends of the earth, a chaotic, indistinct, and ancient voice suddenly rang out, echoing as if awakening from a deep dream: "What year is it today? Where is the Wang family...?"
The difference between the Wang family of Changsheng and the Wang clan is as small as one character, yet they are worlds apart.
"The Wang family has lived up to its reputation for immortality."
The young man cupped his hands, his brows furrowed with composure, and spoke in a simple sentence about the long history of the immortal family: "This junior has come here to seek a master and pursue the Dao."
"Where in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are there any cultivators left? Child, what master do you come to seek, what path do you seek..."
The ancient, aged voice carried a mocking tone, as if shaking its head and sneering, "Go back to where you came from. You are not worthy to set foot here."
That ancient echo still reverberates between heaven and earth.
The young man on the bamboo raft did not retreat an inch.
He looked up, his clear eyes showing neither anger nor inferiority, only a calm light that had not been extinguished despite the oppression he had endured.
That was neither arrogance nor tragic heroism, but a simple and unwavering belief that the descendants of the clan would not see tomorrow.
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture again, his voice steady and without tremor:
"Learn from the teachers of the past, and seek a method that can sustain us until tomorrow."
