I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Grand Secretary Office.

Meeting Room.

Not long after Zhou Yi appeared, the core members of the alliance arrived together.

"Greetings, True Lord."

The Grand Secretary bowed in greeting. Initially out of fear for power, now it came from genuine respect.

The reason the Alliance Army was as unstoppable as a bamboo splitter was largely due to the soldiers who bravely sacrificed their lives, but the divination technique was also a tremendous aid.

Every human high official who knew this treated Zhou Yi as if he were a prophet, wishing they could consult him before every battle, at the least to gain foresight about the enemy, or at most to directly behead the scheming beasts behind it all.

Latterly, having heard that the divination method shortens one’s lifespan, the army generals respected Zhou Yi even more but seldom came to inquire.

"True Lord Tang, has something significant occurred?"

The Assistant Secretary showed a worried face. Ordinarily, when True Lord had a prophecy, he would either transmit a message or make a call, and even for something as crucial as the Seaside Battle, he did not come in person.

"Perhaps there has, this poor Daoist observed the heavenly signs last night..."

Zhou Yi thoroughly recounted the news of the catastrophe, saying, "The great trend of the world is the resurgence of Spiritual Energy, and the conflict between the human and beast races is also within this scope. However, this catastrophe is indeed different, sweeping across the lives of the Nine Continents, thus triggering these ominous signs!"

Everyone pondered deeply for a moment until someone said.

"True Lord, will the beast race suffer heavy losses because of this?"

The great catastrophe had not yet arrived; they could not specifically sense its danger and terror. Instead, the threat of beasts rampaging across the Nine Continents was the immediate existential threat to billions of humans.

"That is natural."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, saying, "I’m afraid by that time you won’t think in the same way, but rather you’ll wish the beast race would suffer less, so that they could join forces with us to resist the catastrophe."

The great catastrophe would engulf the Nine Continents, humans could still flee to the deepest parts of the Eastern Sea, but the beast race would have nowhere to retreat.

In places with thin Spiritual Energy, reverting back to wild animals isn’t much better than dying within the catastrophe.

The Grand Secretary’s brows furrowed tightly, sensing the danger of the impending catastrophe from these words, and said, "True Lord, have you come this time thinking of quickly building a giant ark, to send some of the human race to the depths of the Eastern Sea?"

"This poor Daoist will personally take action, leading the ancient practitioners in constructing the giant ark, which at most can begin sailing within three years."

Zhou Yi pulled out a sea chart, pointing at several large islands on it, "These islands, spanning hundreds to thousands of miles around, are more than a hundred thousand miles deep into the Eastern Sea, where the Spiritual Energy is extremely thin, enough to establish kingdoms."

"True Lord truly holds the human race’s welfare at heart, this old man expresses his thanks!"

The Grand Secretary bowed and said, "The alliance will supply all necessary materials to True Lord, to build the giant ark as soon as possible, and preserve the lineage of the human race."

No one else objected. Being in such positions, facing the risk of racial extinction, they had little room for personal interest.

After a long discussion, the Grand Secretary summarized a brief charter: mainly it involved allocating materials for shipbuilding and naming it the Seed Fire Project.

One issue needed to be decided upon early, to coordinate with the alliance’s propaganda and prevent widespread unrest, was how to select who would board the ship?

Zhou Yi said, "The necessary technical personnel will directly board the ship, all others will be determined through lottery, and only those under forty years old can participate in the first round of lottery!"

It sounded extremely cruel, but preserving the seeds of humanity left no other choice.

After all, cultural heritage is built upon the continuation of bloodlines; what good is morality if the entire human race has perished?

The Grand Secretary asked, "Do we need to take with us any unique animals from the Nine Continents?"

"If we have that space, we might as well squeeze in one more person."

...

Several days later.

The alliance began a massive propaganda campaign.

A thousand-mile island deep in the overseas seas, free of the threat of fierce beasts, just as free of old and new practices, it’s possible to establish a realm completely composed of ordinary humans.

The beasts of the Nine Continents raged; ordinary people live daily in fear and despair, and there is no one who doesn’t wish for stability.

As the message spread, innumerable people wanted to settle deep in the Eastern Sea.

Even if it sounded nebulous and required starting from scratch, it was still much better than facing a beast’s maw.

Moreover, a purely mortal state was extremely tempting for those without the Spiritual Root or low martial talent.

Ordinary people tend to blame their mediocrity on talent, believing if placed in the Land of Absolute Spirit, their status, power, and wealth could surpass that of Martial Artists and ancient practitioners!

Before having no way out, they were united in resisting the beasts!

Now that there was a way out, countless people petitioned, requesting the alliance to accelerate the construction of the Seed Fire.

Zhou Yi took the post of chief designer for the Seed Fire, leveraging and enticing with his status as True Lord, demanding ancient practitioners to participate in forging. With his strength and reputation among the ancient practitioners, naturally, no one dared to oppose, and practitioners from all over headed to the Seaside Port.

Monks’ shipbuilding was entirely different from technology; they didn’t need to consider construction, durability, or power.

If the structure was unstable, inscribe Formation and Prohibition.

If the material was not sturdy, temper with Spiritual Fire.

From the outset, power was never about fuel, but powered by Spirit Crystals driving the Formation, possessing immense and endless endurance.

Zhou Yi led over a thousand ancient practitioners in constructing the ship, with tens of thousands more responsible for forging materials like Iron Essence and Copper Essence, and the shipbuilding was progressing smoothly.

Half a year had passed.

The basic structure of the Seed Fire was completed, over five hundred yards long and thirty to forty yards high. Apart from looking like a ship in shape, it essentially used completely different principles from a ship.

Floating at the Seaside Port, it seemed like a steel island.

Zhou Yi stood in midair, his Divine Sense sweeping over the Seed Fire, waving down a waterfall of Spiritual Light.

The Spiritual Light enveloped the whole ark, fusing all the joint locations into one, and at weak points like the bow and stern, he personally arranged Formation and Prohibition.

"Recorded in the Wanjuan Daozang, great beings of ancient times refined flying Immortal Islands as traveling palaces. The Seed Fire, lacking just the Spirit Vein, already holds a third of the Immortal Island’s mystery!"

Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction. The Seed Fire really could fly, but it would require a large amount of Spirit Crystals.

Only when facing a beast tide in the sea, to avoid entanglement, would he activate the flight formation!

With the initial construction complete, the next steps were to load weapons and construct the floors. The ark was expected to be able to hold a million people, even though the living conditions wouldn’t be luxurious.

Concerning food, there’s no need to worry. Storage bags and sea creatures were enough to satiate the passengers.

One year later.

The Seed of Fire was brimming with ship-borne weapons, full firepower, capable of annihilating a beast tide of a hundred thousand in scale.

Top-tier detection magic artifacts, personally refined by Zhou Yi, could discover the traces of ferocious beasts tens of miles away. Through computer-controlled rockets, they could be killed beyond the line of sight. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Another year.

The living quarters for passengers were completed, a total of fifty floors of low-rise houses, densely packed like a honeycomb.

By this time, the Alliance had already started to publicize the boarding rules. Despite repeatedly emphasizing the unpredictability of the Eastern Sea and the harsh living conditions aboard, they could not suppress the people’s longing for a stable life.

After the announcement of the forty-year age limit, significant chaos ensued.

Under the rampage of the wild beasts, the Alliance already had few elderly people, and those of age already knew their destiny.

Those who caused the chaos were mostly just over the age limit, or had barely celebrated their forty-first birthday, how could they willingly stay in the Nine Continents.

After private connections, these people attempted to gather in Xianjing to protest, enlisting more people to oppose the rules and demand a fair and just lottery.

Equality!

The eternal slogan of the opposition, applicable to any dissatisfaction.

But before the protest could even start, they had already been exposed, and the core members were all captured, thrown to the front lines to fight the savage beasts, earning enough military merits to board the ship!

The ancient cultivator Zhou Yi personally took action, casting spells to seal the memories of the involved personnel, causing countless people to disappear without a trace.

Disappeared both physically and socially!

Martial Arts University.

Office.

Zhou Yi listened quietly to his chief disciple’s report, slowly finishing his Spiritual Tea, and nodded.

"In the future, if such things happen again, there is no need to ask for my permission, just deal with it in this manner!"

"Such measures have sparked quite a bit of discussion."

Jin Jiuxiao voiced his doubts, "Master, you can sacrifice your lifespan for the sake of the human race, so why be so ruthless?"

"I can be compassionate, but I won’t be constrained by mundane morality,"

Zhou Yi said, "You must remember, when the great disaster arrives, one must first kill the Holy Mother!"

"I shall heed Master’s teachings!"

Jin Jiuxiao, half-comprehending, was personally taught by the high levels of the Alliance after his Heavenly Spiritual Root was detected, where compassion, charity, and self-sacrifice were among the most important teachings.

Now that his cultivation had advanced to False Golden Core and he was the chief disciple of a True Lord, the Alliance had already regarded Jin Jiuxiao as the next generation leader of the ancient cultivators.

Zhou Yi looked up towards the west and murmured.

"Three years have passed, I wonder how your junior brother is doing?"

...

Meanwhile, in another place.

Han Chao received his master’s order to travel west, crossing the western part of Cloud Continent, and entering Qiong Continent.

Along the way, he moved unpredictably, avoiding the territories of various demon clans to prevent news leakage that might lead to being surrounded and killed by a horde of demons.

The first year, Han Chao navigated cautiously, as if treading on thin ice, perceiving demon clans as cruel beings that would fight humans to the death upon encounter.

When crossing the border of Cloud Continent, he accidentally entered a tiger demon’s lair and the chase lasted for hundreds of miles before it turned back.

Han Chao secretly observed the tiger demon for several days and realized that it had no intention to summon other demons to hunt him down. Instead, it was focused on optimizing Elixir No. 2 within a laboratory.

So as not to alert the hoard of demons, for the first time, Han Chao didn’t kill upon encountering a demon, and continued his journey west.

In the second year, he encountered several demon clans. Most of them, after a few exchanges in magical combat, would ignore him upon realizing Han Chao was difficult to handle.

Of course, there were also many greedy demons who attempted to devour Han Chao to increase their intelligence. Their fates were sealed by the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, becoming sacrifices to the Jade Dishware.

After two years of roaming through the spiritual lands of the demon clans, Han Chao’s sense of crisis had greatly diminished.

"With my strength, unless I face the Dragon Emperor head-on, there is no danger from the other demons. As long as I don’t fall into any Formation and Prohibition, even if a group of demons besiege me, I can easily escape!"

With his mind at ease, he no longer took excessive precautions on his journey.

Using the Transforming Shape Formula, Han Chao changed into a bull demon and attempted to visit several demon laboratories. He confirmed that if he didn’t engage in a fight, they couldn’t see through his spell.

Then, utilizing the Earth Escape technique, he headed straight for the central part of Qiong Continent.

"According to the demon clans, for a thousand miles around Dragon Emperor Mountain, the ground is covered with the carcasses of fierce beasts, piled up into mountains. If I steal a hundred and eighty thousand, it would be like a drop in the ocean, attracting no attention whatsoever!"

"Once I form my Golden Core, with such a number in reserve, I can close myself off and cultivate to completion in one breath."

"Master asked me to go west to explore. Dragon Emperor Mountain is right in the southwest of Cloud Continent. It’s not against Master’s order, so I can achieve two goals with one action!"

Half a year later.

Han Chao activated the Jade Dishware several times, perfecting his understanding of the Transforming Shape Formula.

The Art of Transformation became more and more exquisite; he even dined and competed with several demons without giving himself away, finally arriving southeast of Dragon Emperor Mountain.

"It’s been six or seven years, and the demons are still fighting!"

Transformed into a stunning fox demon, Han Chao stood on the mountain top looking into the distance. Ahead, the sinister energy soared into the sky, with ceaseless roars resounding.

The miasmic deathly aura formed dark clouds, covering the sun and bringing with it mournful, piercing whistles as the wind blew by.

The fierce beasts were catalyzed by elixirs, and their souls were even weaker than ordinary humans. However, the dense Yin Sha deathly aura was too strong, with groups of ghostly entities seen roaming everywhere.

"Whether the Three Emperors or the Dragon Emperor have lost their minds, it has nothing to do with me. I will just steal some corpses and leave!"

Han Chao could vaguely guess there were internal issues within the demons, but he had no interest in investigating. The more fiercely they killed each other, the better for humanity.

Using Escape Technique, he went underground and arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Countless stacked corpses lay below, and he quickly filled up a storage bag.

"This is a paradise for me!"

After filling three storage bags, and while the fourth one was almost full, Han Chao suddenly felt gusts of cold wind.

Looking up, among the corpses ahead, a monster with ghost fire in place of its eyes was staring blankly at him!