Chapter 36: That Year I Walked with My Hands in My Pockets, Not Knowing Who My Opponent Was

I Want to Create an Immortal Realm: 【Immortality, can the heaven and earth you are in truly achieve immortality at the Seventh Tier?】

What is the standard for the Immortal Martial Realm? I wonder if you could explain it in detail? I am very curious.】

Inside the Desolate Tower, Qingdi humbly asks for guidance.

Immortality, becoming an Immortal on the spot—that was the shared pursuit of him and countless Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors throughout the ages, yet for millions of years, no one had ever truly achieved it.

Occasionally there were legends of people breaking through the barrier between humans and Immortals, becoming Immortals and achieving immortality.

But in the eyes of Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors, no one had ever truly succeeded.

Throughout the ages, there had been rumors and all sorts of claims, but it seemed no one had truly succeeded; this path seemed impassable from ancient times to the present.

The Human Emperor created the oldest scriptures for the Human Race's cultivation, but in his later years, as his vitality waned, at the right time and the right place, he was not the right person, and he ultimately failed on the Immortal Path.

Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing forcibly opened the Immortal Path at neither the right time nor the right place, resulting in his own weapon snapping, and he, in his old age, vomited blood incessantly and fell into a state of severe injury.

Amitabha was brilliant and talented, creating a unique method and living in the hearts of billions of believers; he lived for who knows how many years, yet he still did not succeed in achieving eternal life.

What lived in the hearts of all living beings was merely the Amitabha of their hearts; the real Amitabha had long since disappeared, and Qingdi had even seen his corpse.

Throughout the long river of history, there were far too many figures suspected of becoming Immortals, but in the eyes of Qingdi, and in the eyes of true Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors, none of them had truly succeeded.

Most had fled into the Seven Forbidden Zones of the Eastern Wasteland, becoming the source of the most terrifying Dark Turmoil; they hibernated in the darkness, quietly waiting for the right time and the right place.

Although an Immortal is only a step away from a Great Emperor, that short distance feels like a natural chasm, seemingly impossible to cross forever.

Ah, now in this peculiar Chat Group, it seems quite a few people know about Immortals.

At the very least, when he indicated that he was at the Seventh Tier, the people in the Chat Group did not prostrate themselves in worship, but were instead very calm, and asked about his specific cultivation and level of performance.

This alone already surpassed the vast majority of people in the world.

In the Zhetian Great Universe, Qingdi could truly say, "That year I walked with my hands in my pockets, not knowing who my opponent was."

Merely making a slight move was already the limit of the current segment.

After all, he was in an era without Emperors, walking alone to the very front, in the Post-Desolate Ancient Era where it was most impossible to settle, and he left all his peers behind, to the point where no one in the entire world could stand alongside him.

He was a figure who walked the Emperor's path alone and succeeded, the number one person of the Post-Desolate Ancient Era.

Everywhere he went, he was worshipped by others.

Gods trembled before him, even the supposedly invincible Holy Spirits could not block his attacks, and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths bowed before him.

Therefore, the unique equal treatment in the Chat Group, and even the equally curious exchange, made a different kind of feeling churn in Qingdi's heart.

I Slept for Ten Thousand Years: 【Of course, the Immortal Martial Realm is the lifelong pursuit of all human martial artists; once achieved, one becomes immortal...】

Speaking of this, Chen Nan paused slightly, thinking of the Shenmo Lingyuan he had walked out of, feeling a bit sad, and added.

I Slept for Ten Thousand Years: 【Except for those who died by accident, I have never heard of anyone dying from a lack of lifespan.】

Inside the Desolate Tower, Qingdi's pupils constricted.

On the other side, Meng Qi also asked quite curiously: 【Seventh Tier? I don't know what your specific performance level is like; I am very curious, and I always feel that you are very familiar. Which world do you come from?】

I Want to Create an Immortal Realm: 【I don't quite understand what you mean by "world," Daoist friend. A world? Is it some other hidden, peculiar world? A special Dongtian Fudi? I don't really understand. I am currently in Beidou. As for self-introduction, they all like to call me Qingdi; no one knows my original name anymore.】

Zhang Xuan's eyebrows twitched; although he had guessed it, now that it was confirmed, there was still a strange feeling in his heart.

"Fortunately, judging from Qingdi's actions, he is generally inclined toward the righteous path and is not some strange figure from the Forbidden Zones. Even though I am in the same Zhetian Universe as him, I don't need to panic too much."

Zhang Xuan had been a little panicked, but after carefully analyzing it, he felt he didn't need to be that panicked.

Qingdi wrote countless legends and was the most peculiar and supreme figure in the world.

But this figure was also proud and arrogant, unwilling to follow the old path of his predecessors, taking the Desolate Tower alone and attempting to open up a brand-new Immortal Realm within it, rather than using his own supreme combat power to break through the Immortal Path.

His ambition was extremely grand, far exceeding his contemporaries; of course, the ending was also quite tragic.

Qingdi even lost his physical body, and at the same time, creating a brand-new Immortal Realm in the Desolate Tower got stuck—he could neither advance nor retreat.

The current Qingdi should be in a rather awkward stage; after all, the opening of the Immortal Path was two hundred years later, and at that time, Qingdi didn't make a single move.

And when the Immortal Path opened, the most terrifying Dark Turmoil in history broke out.

If Qingdi had even a little bit of spare energy, he would have helped Ye Tiandi fight against that most terrifying Dark Turmoil in history, but Qingdi had no news at all at that time.

Later, in the era of Ye Tiandi, Qingdi discovered that the path was truly impassable, and in the most difficult situation, he chose to strike into the Immortal Path out of thin air; later, there was no news of him, so he must have failed.

It can be said that Qingdi's legend was the most brilliant, but the ending was also quite speechless—a real unlucky guy.

"Hmm, I shouldn't need to panic too much. Qingdi shouldn't be able to spare much effort at this time, and he might not be able to for a long time to come."

Zhang Xuan had a clear understanding of this.

He was a little afraid that Qingdi could take action and then cross the endless Universe to Earth to meet him in person; that would be a huge disaster.

Not Wanting to Be a Monk's Meng Qi: Qingdi? I think I know who you are. So you are a Great Emperor in the Zhetian Great Universe. @Zhang Xuan, there's a big shot to hug the thigh of, come out quickly!】

The Chat Group shook slightly; listening to the message popping up in his mind and looking at Meng Qi's post, Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched.

He was a bit speechless, but fortunately, after a round of analysis just now, he was still quite calm and certain that Qingdi shouldn't be able to take action at this time, so he stood up with a smile to greet him.

Zhang Xuan: 【Qingdi? You should be opening up a world in the Desolate Tower right now, right? Is your state okay?】

Qingdi was shocked; his creation of a brand-new Immortal Realm inside the Desolate Tower was a secret among secrets, and it could be said that no one in the world knew except for him.

Even his descendants had no news of it, but he had just arrived in the Chat Group and was already exposed, and it seemed quite a few people were familiar with him; he suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

Not Wanting to Be a Monk's Meng Qi: 【Eh, calculating by time, Qingdi's state should be pretty good right now, it's just that his grave might have been dug up by someone at this time. I don't know if he saw it; he should be on the scene!】

Qingdi: "..."

If you don't know how to chat, you don't have to; what is the meaning of saying such ghostly things?

Qingdi was almost stunned, and he felt uncomfortable; that feeling was very strange—suddenly arriving at a brand-new place, only to find that everyone was very familiar with him, while he was the only one who didn't understand anything around him.

I Want to Create an Immortal Realm: 【You... how do you know this?】

Qingdi had thought about covering it up; after all, his current state was very poor. If those old monsters in the Forbidden Zones knew his current state, they might strike fiercely and swallow him directly.

Although he was not afraid of these troubles, as he had many backup plans, it was always quite unpleasant to encounter such things.

But since they had already pointed out his current state directly and were clearly very familiar with him, there was no point in covering it up anymore.

It would be better to just ask directly.

Zhang Xuan: 【The Chat Group has already provided an introduction; the Heavenly Dao Controller once created many Shi Jie and deduced the fate lines of different Shi Jie, among which is your Shi Jie.】

Not Wanting to Be a Monk Meng Qi: 【When I was in a lower-level Shi Jie, someone once vaguely sensed your Shi Jie in a dream and wrote down corresponding scripts and stories based on it; I still remember them now.】

Meng Qi thought for a moment, and seeing that the Heavenly Dao Controller had not appeared or shown any intention to stop him even now, he had a rough idea in his heart.

He exhaled softly, and his heart became slightly excited.

"I suppose that after the Group Owner appeared, they pointed out the fate lines of many characters and gave each of us an autobiography or a grand introduction to the Shi Jie background, which has already changed the original pattern."

"The Heavenly Dao Controller should not act too much or speak too much at this time. If I introduce the corresponding background to Qingdi now..."

Once he thought of this, Meng Qi began to feel delighted; the feeling of showing off in front of others made him feel as if a hundred claws were scratching at his heart, and he could barely contain himself.

And while he was conceiving it in his mind, it seemed as if a magnificent ancient scroll was slowly unfolding in his mind.

In the cold and Darkness of the Universe, nine black dragons, each a hundred zhang long, were dragged by long chains, pulling a primitive Bronze Ancient Coffin as they traveled through the Universe...

"Holy crap!"

Meng Qi shuddered; it seemed he had triggered the Chat Group just as he was conceiving it.

In his mind, Covering the Sky had originally just been a novel, but at this moment, it seemed to transform into a heavy ancient history, with many stories and corresponding images emerging in his mind, forming a quite magnificent grand Shi Jie.

"Holy crap, is the Chat Group helping me? Or is this the power left behind by the Chat Group Owner that day?"

Meng Qi's heart shook violently, and the ancient history named Covering the Sky had already slowly unfolded in his mind.

On the other side, Zhang Xuan sensed that a certain rule within the Chat Group had been triggered. Following the thought, he immediately understood what Meng Qi was doing. He thought about it briefly and did not stop him.

"Having others provide spoilers is actually a good thing for me. I was too flashy before; now that someone is sharing the spotlight, it is a good thing for me. Anyway, I can directly see everything uploaded to the Chat Group."

(End of this chapter)