【Simulation Year 166: An unnamed Nascent Divine suddenly raids the Xiong family in the Southern Frontier, massacring the entire clan, ravaging for over half a month, causing millions of casualties, then retreating calmly.】
【Simulation Year 170: The Yaksha Disaster breaks out across the Five Domains. Worse still, self-proclaimed Nine Nether Sect cultivators control the Yakshas, slaughtering mortals and cultivators alike, performing blood sacrifices in cities. For a time, the Five Domains tremble in chaos.】
【Simulation Year 173: The Immortal Alliance’s Dao-merged Immortal Lord, the Taiyin Immortal Lord, falls into demonic possession, turning the Immortal Alliance’s central command into a wasteland.】
【The following year, the Immortal Alliance’s secret branch’s Mingyu Heavenly Lord also succumbs to demonic possession. The secret branch collapses, demonic cultivators emerge, and ravage Central State!】
【Simulation Year 175: The Nine Nether Yaksha Disaster worsens; the sky and earth tear open massive dark rifts said to connect to the Nine Nether world.】
【The world also gains partial understanding of the Nine Nether Sect’s structure, led by five cultivators all at Nascent Divine level, named according to colors: Azure, Black, White, Yellow, and Red. Besides them are deputy leaders whose cultivation spans from Golden Core to Nascent Soul.】
【Simulation Year 180: Nascent Divine Heavenly Lords of the Five Domains engage in a decisive battle against the Nine Nether Sect in Central State. The earth trembles; the sky cracks open with numerous rifts. Above the firmament, silhouettes of countless Heavenly Lords clashing are reflected.】
【Simulation Year 200: After confirmation by cultivators, the Nascent Divine Heavenly Lords of both the Five Domains and the Nine Nether Sect vanish without trace.】
【Since then, fleeing demonic cultivators, surviving factions, Nine Nether demonic cultivators, and Immortal Alliance branches descend into chaotic warfare!】
……
【Simulation Year 500.】
“Hah!”
Once again, after exterminating invading Nine Nether demonic cultivators and various Yakshas, Xuantian True Lord held his black spear and signaled the cultivators of the Sanshan Sect to clean the battlefield, then flew away from the blood-soaked land strewn with corpses as far as the eye could see.
In the air thick with the stench of blood, a streak of light swiftly escaped toward the distance.
Far ahead, faint mountain silhouettes emerged in the glow—mountains winding endlessly, towering into the clouds for thousands of zhang, though their entirety was hidden from view.
Sanshan Sect—or rather, now perhaps better called Xuantian Immortal Gate.
More than three centuries have passed since the outbreak of the Nine Nether Yaksha Disaster. Hundreds of millions of lives in Central State perished; the Immortal Alliance’s central command turned into a wasteland; Dao-merged Immortal Lords turned demonic; Nascent Divine Heavenly Lords disappeared. Without leadership, the entire Central State instantly became a battleground for ambitious warlords.
Xuantian True Lord was the first to plunder several branches of the Immortal Alliance, then invested the majority of his wealth into a sweeping reform of Sanshan Sect.
Spiritual treasures such as the Mother Heaven Earth Membrane, Earth Spirit Seed, Nine Heavens True Flame, Phoenix Spirit Vein, and more were obtained at any cost. Numerous sect legacies were also absorbed. The once small Sanshan Sect, with only about twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators and fewer than ten thousand disciples, after three centuries of warfare and development, has transformed into a colossal entity—the Xuantian Immortal Gate!
The layout of Xuantian Immortal Gate is vastly different from before. It is no longer a collection of separate mountain peaks each guarded by peak masters, nor does it sprawl like other sects with the main lineage at the center.
It is a city—an Immortal City, unimaginably huge!
Its walls, forged from Black Flame Stone, tower magnificently. At a glance, they stretch boundlessly, filled with towering buildings piercing the clouds.
Countless formations overlap and interweave, weaving an intricate web. Spiritual veins crisscross in orderly chaos, encircling ring after ring, layer upon layer, extending endlessly.
The outermost ring is the mortal living quarter, bustling with carriages and crowds. Inside are the cultivators’ meditation and cultivation areas, where spiritual energy wafts and ascends. Further in lie the discussion halls for Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators.
At the city’s innermost core rises a mountain peak, where grand formations draw down the sun and moon’s essence from the Nine Heavens, enjoying rootless water that falls from the sky. One can watch sunrises and sunsets here, enter the azure void seeking immortality, and savor the carefree immortal path.
Entering this area, a formation’s radiant light capable of killing Golden Core cultivators and severely injuring ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators sweeps past. Only after thorough safety confirmation is entry permitted.
Xuantian True Lord performed a purification technique, and his blood-stained clothes instantly transformed back into a spotless white robe. He stood with hands behind his back and flew toward the mountain summit.
Beneath him was once the unremarkable Qingyang Peak, but now, nurtured by natural spirit and heaven’s creation, it had become a top-tier immortal mountain.
At the summit, a stunning female cultivator was adding various ingredients to an iron pot. Beside her stood a cute little boy in white robes, eyes wide and full of concern, watching the woman.
“Wife.” Even from a distance, the white-robed man called softly, his voice clear and gentle like a stream flowing at dawn.
Hearing the call, the woman suddenly froze, then threw down her wooden spoon and spat fiercely into the pot. “Damn you, Zhou Xuan, this is your damned Peach Blossom Soup!!”
“Drink it every day, and I’ll kill you sooner or later!!”
After saying this, Su Bai turned without looking back and strode toward the small wooden house. The white-robed little boy hurried after her.
Xuantian True Lord merely shook his head and chuckled, not paying much mind.
It had only been five hundred years; there was plenty of time. He had all the time in the world to wear her down until Su Bai opened her heart to him, until she developed feelings, until she… fell in love with him.
For this, he had confined Su Bai on Qingyang Peak for over three hundred years. There was no other living soul on the peak, no other creatures; apart from his divine body, Su Bai had no one else to communicate with.
Usually, it was his divine body who spoke with Su Bai, who listened to her complaints, who cursed “damned Zhou Xuan” together with her…
Absolute power breeds absolute authority; absolute authority gives rise to absolute ambition; and absolute ambition breeds absolute “evil.”
This was his “evil,” and also his love—a twisted love born from an unscrupulous demonic cultivator, an evil beyond description.
Time itself is meaningless, yet it grants meaning to all things. He intended to stay by Su Bai’s side forever, to possess her utterly, filling her life with himself until she realized that her world contained only him—and thus chose to love him.
“Hey, Su… Lord Zhou the Demon, though I am a demonic cultivator and do not understand love between man and woman, I do know that wanting someone to love you in this situation is no less difficult than an ordinary mortal instantly reaching Nascent Divine.”
“Heh heh heh~ Old Ghost, our Prison Lord is famous for never turning back until hitting a wall. Let him be, this will be entertaining.”
“Ke ke ke! Prison Lord, when will the Blood Refining Formation of the Heavenly Demon activate? I can’t wait for rivers of blood!!”
The old ghosts in the Soul Prison began clamoring again.
“No rush.” Zhou Xuan shook his head, standing with hands behind his back, gazing toward the bustling Immortal City outskirts—merchants hawking, people coming and going—a scene of peace and prosperity.
“I am confident in overcoming the tribulation of Nascent Divine Spirit Refinement, but must accumulate more just in case. Once the Heavenly Demon Blood Refining Formation activates, theoretically, I will leap to pseudo-Dao-merged, sweeping away all rebels in Central State with great law power.”
“Gathering wealth from Central State and the Xuantian weapons, Central State will be unrivaled. Within a hundred years, I will rest and recover, then drink from the Yellow River and compete for supremacy over the Five Domains. This life will not be in vain!”
“Truly inspiring and exhilarating! No wonder he is our Prison Lord, no wonder he is the peerless demon we nurtured.” One of the old ghosts in the Soul Prison sighed sincerely.
In a few words, the entire situation was laid out clearly.
“By the way, old ghosts, rumor has it that in the Everlasting Life Realm, no true Immortal of Everlasting Life has ever existed. If possible, do you think I could make up for this regret?”
“Hahaha, you? Little Su still wants to become a true Immortal of Everlasting Life? First, sit firmly in the Dao-merged position before talking.”
“First the Everlasting Life realm is forbidden, demon…”
“Quick! Quick! Someone tear his mouth apart!!”
“Damn it, don’t splash blood all over me!!”
Chaos erupted among the old ghosts in the Soul Prison.
Zhou Xuan was unbothered. He casually blocked their vision and turned, entering the small wooden house. Tonight’s moon was especially round, and yes, the wife was especially… radiant.
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