Chapter 35: You're Seventh Tier, You Must Be Immortal and Ageless, Right?

Ding, The Hero has joined the Chat Group!

Ding, I Want to Create an Immortal Realm has joined the Chat Group!

……

The notification sound was not loud, yet it suddenly startled Chen Nan and the others who were still reading the Mysterious Technique.

Not Wanting to Be a Monk (Meng Qi): Welcome, welcome! It's rare for a newcomer to join. Newcomer, post a photo, send a Red Packet—the whole process, no need for me to explain it, right!

Watching Meng Qi acting silly in the Chat Group, the corners of Chen Nan's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

I Slept for Ten Thousand Years: Think carefully, the relevant rules are all in your minds.

After you finish absorbing them, remember to send a newcomer Red Packet and introduce yourself.

Zhang Sanfeng: ……You all have said everything, this old Daoist doesn't know what else to say!

While a group of people were joking around, the future The Hero, Li Xiaoyao, located in Yuhang Town, was completely bewildered, feeling the countless pieces of information flooding into his mind.

"Wanjie Chat Group, communicating with all worlds……"

"All group members help each other, united and friendly!"

"Everyone's fate line can be announced by the Group Owner or the Heavenly Dao Controller?"

"The past, present, and future are all a fixed destiny?"

……

The vast information flooded into his mind, leaving Li Xiaoyao, who had grown up in Yuhang Town since he was a child and had barely read any books, in a state of shock.

In contrast to him, another person appeared much calmer.

Within the ruins of the Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, endless waves surged, and vast spiritual light pierced the firmament.

Countless sentient treasures danced in the void, and a vast array sealed this area airtight; figures from the Yaochi Sacred Land and Desolate Ancient Family rode strange beasts, traversing the void.

The eyes of the entire Eastern Wasteland were focused on this location, where the purpose of the last Great Emperor, the former Demon Race Ancient Emperor Qingdi, was revealed to the world.

That year he was eighteen, Ye Fan stood on the ruins of the Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, looking up at the firmament, standing like a lackey.

Vast spiritual light surged wantonly between heaven and earth, and powerful auras permeated the land, while the center was undoubtedly the brilliant, crystal-clear, agate-like beating heart inside the Demon Emperor Palace.

Every time the heart beat, the vast firmament seemed to jump along with it; everyone present clutched their hearts, their faces turning pale, involuntarily beating to the rhythm of that heart.

The Qingdi Heart, containing the essence blood of a Great Emperor who stood at the absolute peak of the Human World, was the most peculiar and vigorous treasure in heaven and earth.

Countless people gazed at that brilliant heart, their eyes revealing endless longing.

Ye Fan did not look at the heart; he looked at Pang Bo, who was covered in green light like a terrifying great demon, his eyes revealing undisguised sadness and worry.

Just at this moment, the heart in the firmament trembled, and a trace of ancient Great Emperor aura leaked out.

Suddenly, like dumplings being dropped, the high and mighty figures from the Yaochi Sacred Land and the families fell down with a clatter, lying all over the ground.

Someone looked at the heart with a face full of horror and said in inexplicable shock: "Is the Ancient Great Emperor still alive? Is Qingdi still alive?"

Beneath the endless earth, vast starlight surged, and heavenly light erupted from beneath the earth, illuminating the outer regions, even shining upon the stars beyond the realm.

At this moment, the entire Eastern Wasteland shook; gazes from the Central Plains, Southern Ridge, and Northern Plains were all cast here.

Among the families, someone knowledgeable said in an operatic tone: "It is the Desolate Tower, it is the Desolate Tower; only the Desolate Tower would have such ability!"

"It is that Immortal Artifact taken away by Qingdi back then."

Countless people were shocked, filled with inexplicable terror.

That ray of light flickered for a moment, then returned to calm, with only a faint, almost imperceptible sigh coming from the void.

At the location of the Qingdi Yin Tomb, in front of a small pool emitting cold air, a chubby Daoist stared at the area with eyes shining.

He kept muttering to himself: "I thought the Qingdi Heart was the supreme treasure of heaven and earth, I didn't expect the real treasure to be buried here."

He was full of excitement and couldn't help rubbing his hands, but a moment later, his whole face turned bitter.

Amidst the roars of a beast resembling a Qilin and possessing Qilin bloodline, the sound of thick war chariots shook the firmament; one after another, ancient war chariots spanned the void, completely sealing off this area.

"The Desolate Ancient Family is acting, all idlers retreat!"

Along with the words, vast spiritual light carrying thick magic power was scattered over this area as if it cost nothing, and along with it fell one Array Diagram after another.

Duan De could not fight against these powerful elders of the Desolate Ancient Family; he cursed in a low voice, then was repelled by the spiritual light, rolled twice on the spot, and spat several times, wanting to spit out the non-existent dust.

Duan De stared at the elders from the Jiang Family and Yaochi Sacred Land in the sky, muttering in a low voice: "Daring to bully this Daoist, I will remember you all. Just wait, sooner or later I will dig up all your ancestral graves."

But while full of indignation, Duan De was also very puzzled.

"According to the notes left by the founder, the Yin Tomb is well hidden and shouldn't be directly exposed under normal circumstances. Why did the Desolate Tower spew spiritual light just now, and why did even the Qingdi Heart reveal Great Emperor aura? What happened?"

None of this matched the relevant grave-robbing notes in his memory, and this was a matter of life and death—more important than getting a few more treasures in the Qing Di Mu.

Unfortunately, when he wanted to explore further, there was no movement in the depths of the earth.

Everything that had just happened was like an illusion; except for a pile of pits on the ground made by the falling elders of the families and Sacred Lands, nothing remained.

And in the depths of the earth, in a place no one could perceive.

An ancient Bronze Pagoda floated leisurely; inside the pagoda, immeasurable light was surging.

A self-contained Shi Jie floated leisurely inside that Bronze Pagoda; that Shi Jie had endless starlight surging, and at the very center of the Shi Jie, a green lotus vibrated leisurely, connecting to the Nine Netherworlds below and the nine heavens above, supporting heaven and earth.

And at this moment, the green lotus vibrated leisurely, transforming into a human form.

"Wanjie Chat Group?"

"Seventh Tier? Ten-Tier above Seventh Tier, Tier 11?"

There was endless shock in those words, and at the same time, it carried endless hope.

"Is it a Chat Group forged by an Immortal?"

Amidst the leisurely whispering, this Great Emperor with endless power shook his head again.

"No, that's not right, an Immortal does not have such ability!"

When he was at his absolute peak, his combat power could already be called an Immortal, and he even wanted to kill an Immortal in the human world.

Although he had not truly reached that realm, reached that domain, he estimated that he could already vaguely see the corresponding abilities and strength of that realm, and he questioned whether, with the strength and realm of an Immortal, one could create such a magnificent Chat Group with incredible abilities.

Merely transmitting sound across an endless distance, and transmitting the corresponding information into his mind across an endless distance, is not something an ordinary Immortal can achieve.

"Could it be a unique artifact created by a supreme Immortal King in the Immortal Realm, used for communication between Immortals?"

Within the brand-new world derived inside the Desolate Tower, Qingdi pondered, his brows furrowed tightly.

While his brows were tightly knit, he also felt endless hope.

Back when he was at the absolute peak of his strength and realm, he had already been able to vaguely sense that vast Immortal Realm beyond the World Barrier, and could even deduce the orientation of that world.

But it was not at the right time or the right place; for him to forcibly break in would have been quite difficult, not to mention that he did not want to go to the Immortal Realm to become an obscure Immortal.

Since the Immortal Realm would not take the initiative to open its doors to him, he would take the initiative to create an Immortal Realm himself; when that time came, he would charge into the Immortal Realm carrying endless great power and might, to become a King among Immortals.

Yet when he truly began to act, he discovered that the path was not so easy to walk; opening up a brand-new heaven and earth and creating a unique world was a viable path, but with his existing strength, it seemed it was not quite enough.

"Are you figures from the Immortal Realm?"

After pondering for a long time, Qingdi spoke leisurely.

It was rare to see something that transcended the scope of his understanding, and he was very curious.

At the same time, he was also extremely curious about those Ten-Tier and Tier 11 figures.

With his strength that had traversed the ages and was invincible across the heavens and earth, to be merely ranked as Seventh Tier by others made him somewhat unable to believe it.

Not Wanting to Be a Monk Meng Qi: Wow, the newcomer has finally popped up? Introduce yourself, it's rare for a Seventh Tier figure to appear, and I feel like I might possibly know you.

Qingdi's heart stirred, but he was not particularly shocked; he had become a Great Emperor back then and suppressed the world.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths all bowed beneath him; there was no one in the heavens or on earth who did not know him.

Even though he had already declared himself "dead" for ten thousand years in the world, he was still a legend of this era, and countless people remembered his name.

It was perfectly normal for someone to have heard his name; even if it was very likely that the person on the other side was from the Immortal Realm, judging by the vision and perspective of people from the Immortal Realm, they should have heard of him.

Not Wanting to Be a Monk Meng Qi: Introduce yourself, big shot! What kind of level is Seventh Tier? I'm very curious, could the big shot tell us?

I Slept for Ten Thousand Years: Equally curious, the Immortal Martial Realm is called Seventh Tier, but judging by the strength of the Heavenly Dao Controller from before, this level classification should be different from the level classification of the world I am in.

I am also very curious about what the standard for Seventh Tier is? Besides immortality, does Seventh Tier have other abilities? Could you talk about it?

Qingdi, who was in the Desolate Tower, felt his pupils shrink slightly; earlier, he had seen two newcomers in the Chat Group, one Tier 1 and one Tier 2, and had even felt a slight sense of contempt.

Now, hearing them speak, he was suddenly no longer calm.

"Seventh Tier immortality? Immortal Martial Realm? Heavenly Dao Controller?"

One thought after another emerged in his heart.

"Without a doubt, in the world where that 'I Slept for Ten Thousand Years' is located, there are immortal figures; in their world, reaching Seventh Tier should allow for immortality, and there should be quite a few such figures."

"And the Heavenly Dao Controller..."

Qingdi immediately noticed the three high-and-mighty Administrators in the Chat Group, and seeing the Ten-Tier and Tier 11 suffixes made his pupils contract repeatedly.

"This is no longer the heaven and earth I am familiar with, no longer the environment I am familiar with; I cannot maintain the same mindset as before."

Qingdi muttered to himself inside the Desolate Tower.

(End of chapter)