Chapter 830: Three Thousand Years Old
The Kyushu School's stronghold.
On the island, lanterns and colorful streamers were hung everywhere, a scene of bustling excitement.
Whether they were cultivators from the Kyushu School or local cultivators who had been promoted, all were bustling about.
After all, it was the birthday of their nominal Grand Elder—the Wang Family Ancestor.
As for the last fellow who couldn't read the room, he had already switched to cultivating the Divine Dao.
Although he was doing quite well in the Divine Dao, not every cultivator could guarantee they'd have such monstrous luck. . .
Although Fang Xi had long put out word that he wanted a low-key and simple celebration, the scale of the event was still quite grand.
Regarding all of this, Fang Xi had mentioned it a few times, then simply let his subordinates make the arrangements.
As for himself, he was still in secluded cultivation, familiarizing himself with the surging Divine Consciousness and magic power of his mid-Void Amalgamation stage, as well as the various secret arts of the Withered Glory Chant.
The Ancestral Demonic Tree had grown another section taller, its crown obscuring the sky and sun, its leaves lush and verdant, with faint golden and silver halos blooming upon its jade-like leaves.
The spirit fields, the Taisui mountain, the pond where Green Corner Fish Dragon resided, the horned wood dragons, the wooden 'An' beasts. . . all presented a scene of flourishing vitality.
Beneath the dragon-patterned wall, Fang Xi sat cross-legged, insights into cultivation techniques and the Laws of Time flowing through his mind.
"With my Shinto Avatar, my comprehension of the power of laws has truly advanced by leaps and bounds."
A long while later, Fang Xi opened his eyes, feeling rather satisfied.
During this seclusion, besides stabilizing his mid-Void Amalgamation cultivation, he had also mastered several secret arts from the Withered Glory Chant.
At the same time, he had specifically reinforced the restrictions on his Shinto Avatar.
"Over a mere hundred mortal years, they had already gone through several generations of reproduction, and their population had exploded. . . The power of incense and faith provided was already sufficient for the Shinto Avatar to attempt to break through to the quasi-Mahayana realm. . ."
"If the entire Trapped Sky Island were to be taken, then it would surely stabilize at Mahayana combat power. . ."
"The more this is the case, the more it needs to be restricted."
Naturally, Fang Xi had long since placed various secret arts and restrictions upon his Shinto Avatar.
Beyond that, there were many other arrangements to prevent the Shinto Avatar from rebelling.
At this moment, with a thought, he took a step forward.
The void shifted, and he had already arrived at a certain location within the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm.
Here, a small nation had surprisingly been carved out, with many mortals migrated from Trapped Sky Island to reside there.
Within the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm, it was always spring, with abundant harvests, and mortals could even extend their lifespans, truly a first-rate blessed land and grotto-heaven.
These mortals only needed to cultivate for a very short time each day to meet their daily needs.
Subsequently, for most of their remaining time, apart from leisure and entertainment, they would gather in various temples to pray.
The image of the deity within the temples was none other than Fang Xi himself! RA. Then nobes
All the divine statues were in the likeness of a young man, their features identical to Fang Xi's, clad in imperial robes, appearing exceedingly majestic.
"Incense and faith are poisonous, but there are certain mitigating methods. . . For instance, in the outside world, only worship the divine title of 'East Florescence Supreme Profound True Endless Green Great Emperor'. . . while within the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm, retain a group of the most devout believers to worship the deity's original image. . . This way, the external power of faith and incense is vast, while the internal divine power is pure. . . It can slightly offset some of the calamity of 'losing oneself,' but it is merely a temporary solution, not a fundamental cure."
In reality, placing these special 'anchors' within the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm was also a countermeasure against the Shinto Avatar!
Moreover, since the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm carried a portion of the believers, coupled with the latest model of 'Faith Towers' developed by the Kyushu School over the past century, even if the main body brought the Shinto Avatar into the Earthly Immortal World, it should still be able to display a certain level of power.
"As humanity multiplies and its population explodes, it will sooner or later need to expand outwards for land. . ."
"It's also time for the Shinto Avatar to make its move."
"I hope those alien races won't be too surprised when they encounter Mahayana combat power. . ."
Fang Xi revealed a hint of anticipation, then stepped out of the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm, preparing to properly celebrate his three thousandth birthday.
...
At this moment, in a void somewhere an unknown distance from the Blacksen Sea.
A flood dragon circled, then suddenly transformed into an elder of the flood dragon race.
His expression was solemn as he lit a communication incense.
The fragrant smoke curled upwards, and not long after, coalesced into a demonic shadow.
"Greetings, Blood Demon Ancestor!"
The flood dragon elder said respectfully.
Although they both possessed Void Amalgamation cultivation, he deeply knew that this old devil's divine abilities and magic power were astonishingly potent.
He even had great hope of competing for the position of one of the Six Great Demon Kings!
It was just that later, his luck turned sour, and somehow he offended the Blood Dragon Demon Ancestor, forcing him to flee all the way to Trapped Sky Island and swear a demonic heart oath—he would not leave Trapped Sky Island until he became a Demon Ancestor!
Alas, how difficult was the Mahayana realm?
Even to this day, this old devil had made little progress, but his Blood Demon Art was truly world-shaking, having reached the perfected Void Amalgamation realm!
"Little flood dragon of the demon race. . . why have you summoned this Venerable?"
The blood-red demonic shadow sneered.
"The alien races have already sent word, and I presume Senior also has a copy. May I ask how we should respond?"
The flood dragon elder inquired with a smiling face.
"Heh heh. . . Regardless of your choice, this old man intends to make a move."
Unexpectedly, this time the Blood Demon was not ambiguous in his attitude, but rather gave a clear answer regarding his stance.
"Isn't Senior Blood Demon wholeheartedly focused on breaking through to Mahayana?"
The flood dragon elder was genuinely surprised.
Most demon cultivators were callous by nature; even if their race had no foothold on Trapped Sky Island, it seemed it wouldn't alarm this Blood Demon Ancestor.
The Blood Demon Ancestor, however, sneered: "Do you know. . . the Divine Dao?"
"I know a little. . ."
The flood dragon elder's expression immediately turned solemn: "Among human mortals, the Divine Dao advances incredibly quickly. . . There should already be true first-rank deities, equivalent to our immortal path's Divine Transformation cultivators, and I've heard they have long lifespans. . . Although there are some flaws, it is undoubtedly a wondrous method, at least stronger than ghost cultivators!"
"Heh heh, this old man even suspects that this is an Immortal Abode Rare Treasure inheritance!"
The Blood Demon Ancestor sneered: "This old man once obtained an immortal's handwritten notes, recording various matters of the True Immortal World. . . Among them was a classification of immortals, noting that immortals have three ranks: Heavenly, Earthly, and Human. . . But in truth, below Human Immortals, there are two other types of immortals: Divine Immortals and Ghost Immortals!"
"The Heavenly, Earthly, and Human Immortals can still advance upwards, but Divine Immortals and Ghost Immortals have almost no further path. . . Thus, they are not considered part of the orthodox immortal path, otherwise, there should be five ranks among immortals. . . This Divine Dao is somewhat similar to the 'Divine Immortal Way,' a convenient method, and perhaps contains a secret technique to break through to Mahayana. . . Even if Divine Immortals and Ghost Immortals are weaker than Human Immortals, even the weakest immortal is stronger than a Mahayana cultivator!"
"An Immortal Abode Rare Treasure inheritance, actually?"
The flood dragon elder's eyes lit up, revealing a hint of greed.
He immediately understood that the Blood Demon Ancestor wasn't concerned about the demon race's living conditions; the reason he agreed to the alien races' proposal was entirely for this Divine Dao inheritance!
He wanted to use this inheritance to advance to the Mahayana stage!
After all, it was an immortal method; perhaps it contained a secret art for breaking through major realms, just like the Ghost Cultivator's Corpse Liberation Immortal technique!
'The Blood Demon Ancestor's strength is definitely above that of the Black Market Master; the Wang Family Ancestor is in danger. . . '
'However, our demon race is hedging our bets; no matter who wins or loses in the end, we can at least ensure we always have a place on Trapped Sky Island. '
The flood dragon elder thought to himself.
He looked at the Blood Demon Ancestor and asked: "Has Ancestor ever considered trading for the Divine Dao method with that Wang Family Ancestor, or perhaps secretly probing him. . ."
Mortal nations generally had weak defenses; to a Void Amalgamation cultivator, they were as good as undefended.
"Heh heh, that Wang Family Ancestor is arrogant and overbearing, and furthermore, he possesses a divine ability that restrains this old man. . ."
The Blood Demon Ancestor sneered: "This old man will never place his hopes on others. As for those mortal deities, do you think this old man hasn't secretly captured a few? Alas, those divine positions have all been refined and cannot independently advance in rank; they are fundamentally useless. . ."
For the Blood Demon Ancestor, at least a Heavenly King-level divine position was required to be effective.
This was clearly an impossible feat.
The only imperial edict for an Emperor-rank deity was still with the Shinto Avatar.
Furthermore, for an Emperor-rank deity to bestow titles upon Heavenly Kings, Heavenly Lords, or Heavenly Dukes. . . it also required consuming their own divine power and faith.
With humanity's current incense and faith, it actually couldn't support many Heavenly Dukes or Heavenly Lords. . .
Unless one were to emulate the Heavenly Emperor, controlling the Earthly Immortal World and even three thousand minor realms, fully implementing the Divine Dao there, then the gathered incense and divine power would be like an abyss or a sea, allowing for the unrestrained enfeoffment of Heavenly Lords, and even Heavenly Kings, Heavenly Venerables. . .
As for the various gods enfeoffed by him, not only would a trace of their true spirit be on the God-Sealing List, their life and death controlled by him, but their internal divine positions would naturally also lose any possibility of advancement.
And by inferring the Heavenly Emperor's experiences, at the very least, the Divine Dao system would need to be fully spread across the Earthly Immortal World, and heaven and earth would need to sense it, before any innate deities might appear.
It was still early now; Fang Xi's monopoly business could still continue.
"So that's how it is. . ."
The flood dragon elder said no more; this was a struggle for the Dao, and it was impossible to change his mind.
...
"Three thousand years old. . ."
"Even Old Ancestor Peng only lived for eight hundred. . ."
Fang Xi held a green-skinned gourd in his hand, his demeanor leisurely.
Although it was his three thousandth birthday banquet, he didn't need to do anything at all; he merely had to act as he pleased.
On the contrary, it was the guests who came to offer congratulations who needed to curry favor with him.
"Dao Master. . ."
At this moment, Ghost Axe Venerable walked over, bowing in salute: "The banquet is ready, but there aren't many envoys from the various races. . ."
The matter of the Myriad Races Alliance preparing to make a move against the Wang Family Ancestor had, after all, inevitably leaked.
In fact, Fang Xi found it somewhat surprising that any guests had come.
Thinking about it later, it was merely the old wisdom of 'not putting all your eggs in one basket'.
Although he appeared to be doomed, if he managed a comeback against the odds, these alien races who were hedging their bets could at least maintain some decorum and preserve a sliver of hope for their respective races.
"Very well, let's go take a look."
Fang Xi followed Ghost Axe, entering the main hall.
One by one, the cultivators all stood up, their expressions humble, yet their bodies radiated immortal qi, indeed possessing something of the aura of a 'Myriad Immortals Grand Assembly'.
At this moment, these cultivators bowed their heads in unison, congratulating him: "Congratulations, Old Ancestor! May Old Ancestor live for ten thousand years without end!"
"Many thanks!"
Fang Xi raised his cup, his gaze sweeping over each person, finally lingering for a moment on the flood dragon elder of the demon race, a Void Amalgamation cultivator.
A few beads of cold sweat immediately appeared on the flood dragon elder's forehead.
"Today is this Venerable's grand birthday, so why have so few fellow Void Amalgamation cultivators come?"
Fang Xi feigned ignorance as he spoke.
"Perhaps they all have important matters."
The flood dragon elder gave an awkward smile, then transmitted a message with his Divine Consciousness: "Ancestor, allow me to report. . . currently, many alien races are conspiring against you, especially the demon race, which is still hiding a Blood Demon Ancestor whose cultivation has likely reached perfected Void Amalgamation. . ."
Fang Xi couldn't help but glance sideways.
Indeed, the hatred between the demon and demonic cultivator races ran as deep as the sea; even at this point, they didn't forget to try and trip each other up!
He didn't mind, merely laughed heartily, drained the fine wine from his cup, and said: "Today. . . I shall ask all guests to witness a good show!"
At the same time, deep within the Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm, the Shinto Avatar, which had been in a deep slumber, finally opened its eyes. . .
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