Chapter 1812: The Ascension World Is in Motion (Third Update, Requesting Subscriptions)

Chenbei: "Lord Dao, what should I do on my end?"

Su Xiao: "Didn't you already win? Just follow the original path. When the time comes, you can even cultivate to a higher realm through it!"

Xiao Mai: "That does seem right."

Chenbei: "If we had no choice, then naturally we'd follow the original fate. But with a chat group available and still doing this, aren't you joking with everyone's lives?"

Wu Lin: "There is some risk, but it's not serious. With the Lord Dao's divine powers, even if you fail, reviving you is an easy matter—just be ready with points."

Chenbei: "... That does make sense. It seems earning points is urgent."

Zhang Taixuan: "You don't need to go through all that trouble now. The Tian Dao of your world tried to trick me into giving it a blade of grass—I've already sealed it. You can cultivate slowly, and only engage in the War Against Heaven once you're strong enough."

Chenbei: "So this is a seal?"

Su Xiao: "The Tian Dao of the Immortal Tomb has guts!"

Zhang Taixuan: "What else? A mere Grand World Tian Dao isn't worth mentioning. 【Video】"

Zhang Taixuan: "You can now cultivate slowly."

Chenbei: "Thank you, Lord Dao. I never expected such a powerful Tian Dao couldn't even fight back."

Su Xiao: "Is that the Immortal Ascension Technique?"

Zhang Taixuan: "Correct."

Su Xiao: "When will I ever be able to evolve my divine art to that level?"

Nüwa: "Don't joke. You haven't even attained Hunyuan yet—don't dream so far ahead. Even I have no resistance against that Immortal Ascension Technique."

Houtu: "Indeed. I never thought that even after reaching Hunyuan, divine arts still hold such power."

Zhang Taixuan: "The reason divine arts become useless upon reaching Hunyuan is because they don't evolve with the cultivator. If you condense your Dao and principles into your divine art, it will remain incredibly effective."

Yunxiao Xianzi: "So that's how it is—I understand. Sister Houtu, may I study the Cycle of Rebirth?"

Houtu: "Of course. You didn't buy back the Hunyuan Jin Dou to study divine arts, yet now you want to study Rebirth?"

Yunxiao Xianzi: "There's no conflict. When the time comes, I'll fuse the Six Realms Rebirth divine art with the Hunyuan Jin Dou's power—won't that make it even stronger?"

Su Xiao: "No way! What's going on? Sister Yunxiao, you're too intense—and Ye Hei too. Now whenever I slack off, I feel guilty."

Gongshui Sanye: "Those two are wolves among sheep. Oh no—will everyone in the chat group start competing now?"

Ye Hei: "You're overthinking. There's no crisis—why compete?"

Yunxiao Xianzi: "I just want to reach Hunyuan. If you don't have that goal, no need to copy me."

Su Xiao: "Just?"

Xiao Mai: "Terrifying."

Ascension World.

Mortal Realm.

Feng Yun Wuji was contemplating the Ten Thousand Calamities Scripture, feeling it was undoubtedly a supreme scripture.

Whoever cultivates this scripture will surely achieve immortality and indestructibility.

"By the way, the Lord Dao must place a restriction on it. If this were seized by alien races, wouldn't humanity's enemies grow stronger?"

He opened the chat group and explained the matter.

He received only a reassuring emoji in return.

"That's right—Lord Dao must have already thought of this."

Feng Yun Wuji exhaled in relief. "It's time to announce to the mortal realm: let all of humanity come to cultivate."

With a thought, auspicious clouds formed beneath his feet, and he walked toward cities across the mortal realm.

"I am Feng Yun Wuji. In one month, I shall transmit the Dao on Taishan—let all join in the Immortal Path."

As Feng Yun Wuji rode the auspicious clouds and traveled across Jiuzhou, the notion of the Immortal Path surged back into prominence.

Previously, the Immortal Path had been nothing but legend, dismissed as superstition.

Now, someone had appeared riding clouds through the sky—who dared deny it?

One month later.

All martial heroes of Wu Lin arrived.

Great clans and noble families gathered.

Even common folk crowded at the foot of Taishan, hoping for a chance at Immortal fortune.

At the foot of Taishan.

The crowd gathered, gazing at Taishan—only to see it shrouded in white mist, its true form hidden.

At that moment, the mist parted, revealing a series of steps ascending upward.

"Whoever reaches the summit shall receive Immortal fortune."

Feng Yun Wuji sat atop the peak, gazing down at the crowd, speaking solemnly.

"Climb the mountain?"

"Immortal fortune?"

Noble families raised their eyebrows.