I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Zhou Yi only half believed these words, as it was said that at the end of the era, when supreme law is extinguished in the Nine Continents, all demon races will be annihilated. It is likely the human high echelons do not agree, leaving Ao Qin with no choice but to refuse.

"In recent days, I’ve come to ask the Dragon Lord if he is aware of the Outer Realm Continent?"

"The Outer Realm Continent?"

Ao Qin looked down, his thoughts racing, speculating about Zhou Yi’s purpose.

Zhou Yi said, "From ancient texts, I learned that the Ancient Demon Saint explored the ocean’s end and discovered the Outer Realm Continent, with rich spiritual energy similar to that of the Nine Continents."

Ao Qin said, "This king does indeed know a thing or two about this."

"I would appreciate the Dragon Lord’s guidance."

Zhou Yi possessed an endless lifespan and also had the Innate Wooden Spirit Root, theoretically, he could head in any direction and after countless years, he would find the Outer Realm Continent, but there must be a reason why the Ancient Demon Saint chose his path.

Ao Qin said, "The Ancient Demon Saint departed from the Western Sea to find the Outer Realm Continent."

Zhou Yi asked, "Are you certain it was the Western Sea?"

Ao Qin nodded, "This is a heritage passed down from the Four Spiritual Holy Halls; it starts from a place called Hong Mountain in the southwest of Buddha Continent, flying westward until the Outer Realm Continent is in sight."

"I see."

Zhou Yi cursed the Tiger Emperor under his breath for being deceitful; he had claimed it was at the end of the Beihai, obviously holding back information.

After inquiring about a few more details, he learned that the Ancient Demon Saint’s venture into the Western Sea was a forced act of desperation, and through sheer luck, he found the Outer Realm Continent without a specific route.

The Dragon Lord said, "A continent is so vast that even if your route deviates tens of thousands of miles, it wouldn’t matter."

"Thank you for your guidance, Dragon Lord."

Zhou Yi transformed into a streak of light and left. His questioning had only taken a moment, and the assembled demons in the hall had no inkling of it.

Ao Qin, not sure whether Zhou Yi was still there, pondered for a moment and raised his cup, speaking,

"Humans and demons should join forces against the Corpse Demons, as they are the closest of allies. We must not allow personal gains to affect the relationship between our races. Order your subordinates and beasts not to attack human ships on sight!"

The demons looked at each other, confused, but all agreed in unison.

"We shall heed the edict of the Dragon Lord!"

"To a hearty drink!"

Ao Qin’s gaze deepened, with the Land of Absolute Spirit lying endlessly between the two continents, only a Demon Saint’s escape speed and foundation could fly across.

If Sun Xing went searching for the Outer Realm Continent, he would certainly never return, dying somewhere deep in the Western Sea!

…

Martial Saint Island.

It spanned over a hundred miles around and lay adjacent to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.

Xiao Hong and his clan lived here; it was also the closest island to the Nine Continents inhabited by humans, with other martial artists or ancient cultivators staying as far away from the Nine Continents as possible.

The spiritual energy was scarce, merely allowing them to scrape by, which was still better than being constantly at risk of grey fog outbreaks.

In the center of the island stood a hundred-foot-tall mountain peak, on which stone houses were built.

Xiao Hong sat cross-legged inside one of the houses circulating his blood energy and tirelessly refining the essence of the White Tiger.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes and looked outside the house.

"Fellow Daoist has been watching for so long, is there something you need?"

Zhou Yi made his presence known, praising, "It’s no wonder you have the White Tiger bloodline. I just made a round at the Dragon Palace, and that Dragon Lord was like a blind man with open eyes, unable to detect my presence no matter what!"

"Ever since the extinction in the Nine Continents, friend Ao has slacked off."

Xiao Hong sized up Zhou Yi for a moment and said, "You must be the true immortal Sun Xing, right?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Indeed."

Zhou Yi sighed, "In the end, I failed to stop the catastrophe. How are the humans doing now?"

"Thankfully, with your delay, tens of millions of humans managed to leave the Nine Continents and scattered around the islands near the Eastern Sea."

Xiao Hong said, "Most are within the nearby seas, where although the spiritual energy is thin, they’re still able to cultivate. Martial Artists can still use elixirs to break through Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment!"

Zhou Yi slightly nodded, the new techniques focused on elixirs and bloodlines, with far less reliance on spiritual objects resources compared to ancient cultivators.

"Bloodline martial arts have only been deduced for two or three hundred years and have already found a path to Golden Core. If it weren’t for the Corpse Demon calamity, once the human race defeated the demon race and took control of the Nine Continents again, it would surely have become even more prosperous!"

"That’s just the way of heaven; what can humans do?"

Xiao Hong sighed sorrowfully, for martial arts and for himself.

The first Golden Core after the revival of spiritual energy, the forerunner of new practices, blessed by heaven and earth, the bloodline of the divine beast White Tiger... such layers of destiny could have led to a martial arts breakthrough to Nascent Soul or even to Divinity Transformation in the future.

Now hidden in the Eastern Sea, with scarce spiritual energy, his martial arts cultivation would grind to a halt here.

Zhou Yi reminded, "You still need to be careful of the demon race, friend."

"Those not of our kind, have a different heart."

Xiao Hong said, "As the old master of this island, it might seem that I’m observing changes in the Nine Continents, but in reality, I’m keeping a close watch on the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace. If any sea demon causes trouble, I will personally take action and turn them into stew!"

"That’s very good."

Zhou Yi clasped his hands together, ready to leave.

Xiao Hong opened his mouth and expelled the Divine Fire Fan, saying, "This treasure is known as the Divine Fire Fan. Having heard that my friend lacks a mighty weapon capable of killing, this old man has removed the bloodline seal and now gifts it to my friend for refinement!"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "I dare not accept such an Ancient Supreme Treasure without having done any meritorious service."

"My friend restrained millions of Corpse Demons, allowing tens of millions of the human race to have the time to flee. This is indeed a great merit!"

Xiao Hong said, "Moreover, it is not a gift for nothing. This old man has only a hundred years of life left. Once I pass away and my path fades, that Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea will surely break the covenant. I ask you to protect the human race!"

"If the human race lacks a Martial Saint in a hundred years, I will come back for the treasure."

Zhou Yi nodded in agreement, transformed into light, and left.

...

Time flows gently.

Years pass by like a shuttle.

Over a hundred years, the human race has proliferated in the Eastern Sea, multiplying several times over.

Under the restraint of Ao Qin, sea demons have rarely attacked human ships.

One dwelt in the sea, the other on the islands; they managed to coexist peacefully.

In a span of a hundred years, the Spiritual Energy of the Eastern Sea had risen slightly, but it was still far inferior to that of the Nine Continents and could barely sustain the Qi Refinement for cultivation.

In the 320th year of the alliance,

Winter.

The sole Martial Saint of the human race, Xiao Hong, passed away due to his lifespan reaching its end.

The current Grand Secretary of the alliance’s cabinet came to the island to pay his respects and offered his condolences to the Xiao family.

The funeral, though seemingly solemn and respectful, was actually teeming with undercurrents. Once various Island Masters confirmed that Xiao Hong was truly dead, they directly engaged in combat outside the island, attempting to determine who would possess Xiao family’s treasures.

The nominal leader of the human race was powerless to intervene.

As the Eastern Sea islands were sparse and scattered, the alliance’s cabinet existed in name only; real power was held by the individual Island Masters.

These Island Masters, either practicing ancient techniques or consuming Elixirs, possessed at least the power of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Their battles over the sea could easily capsize warships.

As a result,

Members of the Xiao family, who were rumored to be poor in martial arts and to lack Spirit Roots, suddenly had as many as ten Foundation Establishment cultivators and Dragon Blood Martial Artists emerge.

The so-called struggle for the relics, suddenly turned into a farce, and the Island Masters left in discontent.

In the memorial hall,

Zhou Yi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly looking at Xiao Hong’s portrait.

The new head of the Xiao family came in, bowed respectfully, and said, "True Lord, those troublemakers have been driven away."

"According to the agreement with Brother Xiao, I will take the Divine Fire Fan away."

Zhou Yi said, "In a few days, I will journey far, and I do not know when I will return. If you have any matters, do feel free to speak."

"True Lord, for nurturing cultivators for the Xiao family, such a great kindness will never be forgotten for generations."

The head’s eyes flickered with reluctance, but he also understood the gravity of the situation and bowed, "Junior has heard that in recent years there have been frequent disturbances from the sea demons. Before the True Lord departs, may I request that you discuss the matter with the Dragon Lord?"

"Even if we have to make some offerings of Spiritual Objects to the Dragon Palace, it would not be unreasonable!"

"There is no need for you to mention this; I will take care of it myself," Zhou Yi said.

Zhou Yi waved his hand, leaving behind two magical treasures, one for attack and the other for defense, then his figure flickered and disappeared.

A month later,

News came out from the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea that Dragon Lord Ao Qin had, during his cultivation, mistakenly entered deviant paths and dissipated both soul and spirit.

...

On the verge of departure, Your next chapter awaits on empire

Zhou Yi once again came to Fire Seed Island.

Standing on the clouds looking down, he saw that there was warfare on the island with thousands of troops fighting each other.

The rattle of automatic Firearms firing below cut soldiers down like wheat, until one army raised their flag in surrender.

"No matter the time or place, humans indeed cannot avoid war!" Zhou Yi said.

With a wave of his hand, he collected several strands of Divine Sense. After a quick scan, he understood the cause of the battle.

After centuries of development, the population of Fire Seed Island had exploded, splitting into several city-states, waging wars against each other for resources.

"What unites must eventually divide, and what divides must eventually unite..."

"After several rounds of turmoil, who still remembers the resolve to return to the Nine Continents? Perhaps, after a few centuries have passed, they will have forgotten that their ancestors came from the Nine Continents!" Zhou Yi mused, his heart as serene as an ancient well. He transformed into light and flew southward.

A year later,

After passing the One Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Qingzhou, and Yu Continent, he reached the western side of the mainland to the Buddha Continent. According to an ancient map, he found the location of Hong Mountain.

The grey haze of Corpses enveloped the area, making it difficult for Divine Sense to probe. Zhou Yi could only roughly estimate.

"Nine Continents, I shall return!" Zhou Yi vowed in his heart.