Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 485

Chapter 485 The Great Calamity of Ten Thousand Years, Unraveling the Mystery (Seeking Subscriptions)

Before his death, Mu Changlin was still worried about the two men. In a hoarse and weak voice, he spoke the ancestral precepts, admonishing them not to seek revenge for him.

But he ultimately couldn’t finish, stopping at the three words “Don’t be reckless,” his aged hands slowly falling to his sides.

“Master!”

Mo Ergou’s eyes were bloodshot as he trembled, taking out various pills and channeling their power into Mu Changlin’s body.

But it was all in vain.

From then on, only the two brothers remained in the Qing Shi Sect.

The next day.

The two buried Mu Changlin in the back mountain of the sect.

They rebuilt the Ancestral Hall and placed Mu Changlin’s memorial tablet inside.

Mo Ergou knelt before the memorial tablet.

“Master, don’t worry, I won’t act impulsively. I will only avenge you after I have sufficient strength.”

After saying this, he kowtowed several times forcefully.

Li Yuan’an also kowtowed.

A few days later.

The two left the sect, taking with them their accumulated strength over the years, and returned to the mortal world.

When they left, they were just novice martial artists, constantly on the run from their pursuers.

Now, they were high-ranking immortals.

More than ten years had passed.

The mortal county town hadn’t changed much.

The magistrate was still the same magistrate, and his son was still the same tyrannical son who bullied men and women all day long. The constable who had arrested them that night was now a clerk.

The two of them took action one after another, avenging their grievances and slaughtering all those who had oppressed them.

After doing all this,

they returned to the dilapidated temple outside the city and erected a cenotaph for Wang Tie Niu at the place where they had sworn brotherhood.

“Brother, we brothers can finally eat braised beef.”

Mo Er Gou’s eyes were red as he placed a piece of braised beef in front of the tombstone.

Thus,

the mortal feud was over.

The two of them planned to return to the world of cultivation and devote themselves to cultivation, hoping to one day avenge their master.

Before leaving, they noticed several beggar children hiding by the dilapidated temple, all of them emaciated, their eyes full of longing, staring at the piece of braised beef in front of the tombstone.

In them, both men vaguely saw their former selves.

“You can take the beef, but don’t damage my elder brother’s grave.”

With that, the two rode away on their magical artifacts.

Seeing this,

several beggar children ran out and knelt repeatedly in the direction they disappeared.

“Thank you, immortals! Thank you, immortals!”

From then on, a legend was added to this region.

Every so often, a piece of braised beef would appear before a tombstone in a grave outside the city.

In the long years that followed, countless people relied on this piece of braised beef to survive.

…

Upon returning to the world of cultivation, the two faced a choice.

They could join another sect or family, or choose to become independent cultivators.

Some paths were safer and more stable, but their ends were predictable; choosing such a path might mean never gaining the strength for revenge.

After much deliberation, Li Yuan’an chose to join a sect, using its resources to enhance his strength.

Mo Ergou, however, embarked on the more perilous path of independent cultivation.

“Third brother, with our talents, without a fortuitous opportunity, the mid-stage of Qi Refining is our limit, we can’t even reach the late stage. What’s the point of talking about revenge?”

“I’ve heard that spiritual roots aren’t static; there are methods to improve them. I’ll search for them everywhere.”

“Don’t worry about me…”

And so ,

the two embarked on different paths.

For the next six months, they frequently exchanged letters.

But after six months, Li Yuan’an never received a reply from Mo Ergou.

“Second brother has probably met with misfortune.”

He looked in the direction Mo Ergou had left and sighed deeply.

The second level of Qi Refining was the lowest level in the entire cultivation world; it was almost impossible to obtain a fortuitous opportunity, and a slight misstep could lead to death.

In the following years,

Li Yuan’an never heard from Mo Ergou again.

He would sometimes leave the sect to inquire, and sometimes return to the mortal realm to pay respects to Wang Tieniu.

One day,

he suddenly learned that

a cultivator named “Mo Qingkuang” had appeared in this region.

That person’s cultivation was not low, he was ruthless, and his methods were astonishing; he specialized in killing disciples of the Spirit Serpent Sect.

Many disciples of the Spirit Serpent Sect had already died at his hands.

“The Spirit Serpent Sect? That’s the sect that bullied my Azure Stone Sect back then.”

“These slain Spirit Serpent Sect disciples all followed the Spirit Serpent Sect’s young master in attacking the Azure Stone Sect.”

“That man’s name is Mo Qingkuang, is it a coincidence…”

Li Yuan’an muttered to himself, looking at the news in his hand.

A few days later.

He received news of Mo Qingkuang again.

“The Spirit Serpent Sect’s young master went out for training and was attacked by Mo Qingkuang. All his cultivators were slaughtered, only he escaped back to the Spirit Serpent Sect severely injured.”

Seeing this news, Li Yuan’an became even more suspicious that the cultivator named Mo Qingkuang was Mo Ergou.

Not long after, he suddenly received a sect mission to wipe out the cultivators.

His sect, along with the Spirit Serpent Sect and more than ten other Qi Refining sects, rallied various forces to jointly exterminate the cultivators in this region, leaving no one unscathed, especially Mo Qingkuang.

“More than ten sects are joining forces to encircle and suppress him; I wonder if my second brother can escape.”

Li Yuan’an was deeply worried.

His cultivation level was relatively low, so he wasn’t assigned many tasks, only responsible for cleaning up the corpses.

In the following months,

one great battle after another erupted.

Various Tribulation Cultivator factions in this region were successively wiped out, countless Tribulation Cultivators were killed, only Mo Qingkuang remained alive.

With his formidable strength, he survived one massacre after another, each time appearing stronger than the last.

In the most recent siege…

He single-handedly faced the combined attack of more than a dozen late-stage Qi Refining cultivators and hundreds of mid-stage and early-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and actually fought his way out.

This battle shocked the entire region.

Even a peak Qi Refining expert couldn’t possibly break through the encirclement, yet he did it.

More than forty Qi Refining cultivators died in this battle, and their deaths were all extremely bizarre.

Their bodies were all shriveled, their skin wrinkled, like dried-up strips of meat, with no trace of spirituality in their flesh and veins, as if everything had been drained away.

“What a strange corpse.”

While moving the corpse, Li Yuan’an accidentally used too much force, and the corpse cracked into several pieces.

“So fragile, it doesn’t look like a cultivator’s corpse at all, but rather like a clay statue from the mortal world.”

After completing the task of collecting the corpse, he left the sect as usual and went to the mortal world to buy a piece of braised beef, intending to offer it as a sacrifice to Wang Tie Niu.

Before he even approached the tombstone, he suddenly stopped, because a familiar figure was standing in front of the grave.

Mo Er Gou!

He wore a blood-stained robe, his face covered in scars, and his aura was chilling.

“Third brother, it’s been many years. How have you been?”

He seemed to have not smiled in a long time; his smile was somewhat stiff.

His cultivation was now far superior to when he left, having reached the peak of Qi Refining, though his aura was unstable, fluctuating wildly.

Li Yuan’an asked, “Second brother, are you Mo Qingkuang?”

“It’s me.”

Mo Ergou nodded, acknowledging everything.

Li Yuan’an asked again, “Second brother, what happened all these years? Why have you suddenly become so powerful?”

“It’s a long story.”

A complex look flashed in Mo Ergou’s eyes.

He placed the braised beef in front of the tombstone and said to Li Yuan’an, “Third brother, come here. I’ll tell you and eldest brother about my experiences over the years.”

“Okay.”

Li Yuan’an also stepped forward, putting down the braised beef, without much suspicion.

Although Mo Ergou was now infamous, he didn’t think Mo Ergou would harm him.

Then,

Mo Ergou recounted the events of the past few years.

Years ago, after their separation, he ventured alone into a secret realm, hoping to find some unexpected opportunities.

However, his strength was too weak, and he obtained nothing of value, only managing to snatch a few low-grade spiritual herbs.

Half a year later,

several disciples of the Spirit Serpent Sect suddenly captured him, forcing him to venture into a dangerous place to search for treasures for them.

That place was extremely dangerous; even Foundation Establishment elders dared not go there.

Li Yuan’an listened intently, subconsciously asking, “Second Brother, what place is that?”

Mo Ergou replied, “Soul-

Severing Cliff.” “Soul-Severing Cliff?”

Li Yuan’an was somewhat surprised.

“Second Brother, I’ve heard that no one has ever come out alive from there.”

“I haven’t heard of that either.”

Mo Ergou smiled, but the scars on his face made his smile appear somewhat ferocious.

“I might be the first person in history to climb out of Soul-Severing Cliff alive.”

“Second Brother, what lies beneath Soul-Severing Cliff?”

“I don’t remember…”

Mentioning this, the smile on Mo Ergou’s face vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.

Perhaps he truly couldn’t remember, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to tell Li Yuan’an.

In short, he glossed over the matter.

He only stated that after climbing out of the Cliff of Broken Souls, his comprehension far surpassed his previous abilities, allowing him to create a new cultivation technique.

This technique allowed him to absorb the magical power of other cultivators.

Because of this,

despite possessing only a inferior spiritual root, he was able to progress rapidly and achieve his current strength.

However,

this technique had many flaws, and he was still working on perfecting it.

The chaotic aura that Li Yuan’an sensed was caused by these flaws.

“Third brother, this technique is not yet perfect. If I were to give it to you to practice now, it would only harm you. I will perfect it one day and then pass it on to you.”

As he spoke, Mo Qingkuang took out a storage bag and handed it to Li Yuan’an.

Li Yuan’an opened it and found it filled with all sorts of resources needed for cultivation:

spiritual herbs, elixirs, talismans, and more.

Everything imaginable was there!

Many of these treasures were ones he had never even heard of.

Mo Ergou instructed, “Third brother, cultivate diligently and don’t reveal these treasures. After I’ve killed my enemies, we brothers will have a proper reunion.”

With that, he soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

For some time afterward,

Li Yuan’an never saw Mo Ergou again, only occasionally hearing news about him.

His rapid growth and bizarre methods had attracted the attention of Golden Core sects.

It was rumored that many Foundation Establishment elders from Golden Core sects had come to this region, searching for Mo Ergou’s whereabouts.

Several years later,

a startling piece of news suddenly spread from the Spirit Serpent Sect:

the sect leader had successfully established his Foundation Establishment, becoming a Foundation Establishment expert, and the entire Spirit Serpent Sect had thus become a Foundation Establishment power.

Various factions came to offer their congratulations, even many Foundation Establishment elders from Golden Core factions.

But before the banquet was even halfway over,

Mo Ergou descended from the sky with murderous intent, smashing the Spirit Serpent Sect Master to pieces with a single palm strike.

That day,

the Spirit Serpent Sect was filled with overwhelming bloodlust.

The entire sect, from top to bottom, was completely wiped out.

Not a single Foundation Establishment elder from the Golden Core factions survived; they all met untimely deaths.

The news spread, causing a sensation everywhere.

“The cultivators of the Spirit Serpent Sect have all been killed?”

Upon hearing this news, Li Yuan’an immediately left his sect, not heading to the Spirit Serpent Sect, but instead rushing to the Azure Stone Sect, where he had initially cultivated.

He guessed that Mo Ergou would bring the heads to pay respects to his master.

Sure enough,

when he arrived at the Azure Stone Sect, Mo Ergou was already there.

In the Ancestral Hall, the heads of Spirit Serpent Sect disciples were laid out.

He was covered in blood, his flesh mangled, almost no intact skin visible, yet his aura was unprecedentedly powerful.

“Master, your disciple has avenged you!”

Mo Ergou knelt at the spot where he had stood years before, respectfully kowtowing several times.

Li Yuan’an entered the Ancestral Hall and asked, “Second Brother, now that you’ve avenged your great grudge, what are your plans for the future?”

Mo Ergou replied, “To continue my revenge.”

“Second Brother, do you still have enemies?”

“Yes.”

Mo Ergou nodded slightly.

He told Li Yuan’an

that over the years, in his pursuit of revenge, he had incurred the enmity of many forces.

He could hardly turn back; he could only continue on his path, killing all his enemies until there were no more adversaries left in the world.

“Third Brother, the cultivation world is the same as the mortal world—might makes right.”

“Nascent Soul cultivators oppress Golden Core cultivators, Golden Core cultivators oppress Foundation Establishment cultivators, cultivators oppress mortals, and the upper echelons of the mortal world oppress the lower echelons.”

“We must climb step by step, to the very top.”

“On that day, no one will dare to oppress us brothers anymore…”

Mo Ergou’s voice was hoarse as he spoke of his goal.

After finishing,

he handed over another storage bag.

“Third brother, your cultivation technique is too weak. There’s a low-grade cultivation technique in this storage bag. If you switch to this technique, you can reach the Foundation Establishment stage much faster. And there are these pills…”

He slowly explained the uses of each treasure.

In the years that followed,

although Li Yuan’an rarely saw Mo Ergou, he would occasionally receive a batch of cultivation resources.

With the help of these resources, he successfully cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining and successfully established his Foundation, becoming a Foundation Establishment Ancestor.

Mo Ergou went even further than him.

Not long ago, Mo Ergou escaped from the siege of a group of Golden Core cultivators and casually killed more than ten Golden Core cultivators.

Time flies, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day,

Mo Ergou quietly formed his Nascent Soul in the secret realm, becoming a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Now, he is regarded as a mortal enemy by all Nascent Soul forces, simply because he had a terrifying record of killing Nascent Soul cultivators when he was still a Golden Core cultivator.

He is called the “Blood Demon,” and both the righteous and demonic paths want to kill him.

Demonic cultivators want to obtain his cultivation technique.

Those on the righteous path used the pretext of eliminating demons and protecting the Way.

However,

having become a Nascent Soul cultivator, his strength far surpassed his previous level.

Even when surrounded by dozens of Nascent Soul True Monarchs, he could easily break through the encirclement.

In the following years, Nascent Soul True Monarchs from both the righteous and demonic paths fell one after another.

One noon,

Li Yuan’an was cultivating in a celestial city.

He suddenly heard countless cries of agony. Stepping out of his cultivation ground, he discovered a coffin being escorted back by numerous people.

After some inquiries,

he learned

that inside the coffin was one of the behind-the-scenes controllers of this celestial city, a Nascent Soul True Monarch with a naturally gifted precious eye.

“This is the thirty-first Nascent Soul True Monarch who died at the hands of my second brother,”

Li Yuan’an silently calculated.

As the number of Nascent Soul True Monarchs who died increased, both the righteous and demonic paths gradually became exhausted.

In the years that followed,

Mo Ergou became increasingly arrogant, successively destroying Nascent Soul forces.

Within the righteous realm, there were originally twenty-one Nascent Soul forces, sixteen of which he destroyed in just a few years, including ancient forces with lineages spanning twenty to thirty thousand years, or even forty to fifty thousand years.

All forces were filled with fear and unease, sensing an impending catastrophe.

A few days later, another great battle erupted.

This time ,

Mo Ergou annihilated four more Nascent Soul forces.

At this point, only the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty remained standing in the entire righteous realm.

The righteous side suffered heavy losses, but Mo Ergou was no better off.

The surviving Nascent Soul True Monarchs from the various Nascent Soul forces united to fight him in a final battle, severely injuring him with divine sense techniques.

After killing more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators, he fought his way out of the encirclement with his severely wounded body.

That evening,

Mo Ergou met with Li Yuan’an.

His breathing was disordered, and he was in extremely poor condition, desperately suppressing his injuries. He handed Li Yuan’an a blood-stained storage bag.

“Third brother, this cultivation technique of mine still has many flaws, so I cannot teach it to you yet. You should first cultivate the Heavenly Grade cultivation technique in this storage bag.”

“I intend to go into seclusion for a period of time to perfect the flaws in this technique.”

“During this period, I may spread the ‘sub-techniques’ of this technique, so that I can verify them and incidentally harvest the magical power of those who practice them…”

His voice was hoarse as he spoke of his future plans.

He temporarily named this cultivation technique the Demon Seed Technique. The

sub-techniques he intended to spread were mostly the same as the Demon Seed Technique, only some key details differed.

Those who practiced the sub-techniques would become his puppets upon encountering him, with no chance of resistance.

“Although it is only a sub-technique, its power is considerable. I was worried that you might encounter enemies who practiced the sub-techniques in the future, so I specially created a spell for you.”

Saying this, he took out a jade slip and handed it to Li Yuan’an.

He explained in detail.

Inside the jade slip was a spell called “Blood Suppression Technique.”

Simply activating this spell could easily kill a practitioner of the sub-technique.

Besides this,

he had prepared another treasure for Li Yuan’an.

“Third brother, this is the Secluded Coffin.”

He took out a coffin and said to Li Yuan’an, “If your lifespan is about to end and I haven’t come out of seclusion to find you, lie down in the Secluded Coffin. This coffin can help you live another life, and I will meet you in the next life.”

Mo Ergou explained the uses of the Secluded Coffin in detail, emphasizing that it should be buried in a place with abundant Yin energy.

After explaining everything, he took out some braised beef and had a good meal with Li Yuan’an.

Early the next morning ,

he transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

For the next several hundred years, he never appeared again.

Rumors circulated that the Blood Demon had died in his final battle, and the Demon Seed Technique had been lost forever.

Although Li Yuan’an obtained considerable cultivation resources, his cultivation level remained at the early Golden Core stage due to his inferior spiritual root, and he only had a lifespan of five hundred years.

“I wonder if my second brother is still alive,”

he sighed deeply.

As his lifespan neared its end, following Mo Ergou’s instructions, he found a place with abundant Yin energy and lay down in the coffin.

With a soft “bang,” the coffin lid closed.

He fell into a deep sleep.

…

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Li Chang’an opened his eyes and slowly rose from the secluded coffin.

He rubbed his temples, feeling only a slight headache, but otherwise no other discomfort.

“Strange, this time I didn’t feel like I was being possessed. Could it be that I’m gradually getting used to it?”

Li Chang’an wondered.

The first time he used the secluded coffin, he couldn’t even tell who he was. If it weren’t for the protection of the divination, he would most likely have been possessed by Li Ping’an.

The second time was much better; he was only confused for a moment.

This time was even better.

He was perfectly clear-headed, without the slightest confusion.

In his mind, a third memory appeared—Li Yuan’an’s entire life.

“No wonder the two righteous kingdoms only have one Nascent Soul power, the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty, with a history of 30,000 years, while the other Nascent Soul powers are barely 10,000 years old. It turns out it’s because of Mo Qingkuang.”

“The other ancient powers with histories spanning tens of thousands of years were all wiped out by him.”

This dream encounter resolved many of his doubts.

(End of Chapter)