I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Moo!

The bellow of the Yellow Ox followed, accompanied by congratulatory voices from Sun Changsheng and Yang Xuan.

“Congratulations, Junior Brother/Senior Brother!”

Then came the True Gods of the Heavenly Court, bowing ceremoniously, their respect born not merely of admiration for strength but stemming from the Heavenly Master’s ability to resist the temptations of power for thousands of years.

“Congratulations, Heavenly Master!”

Then came disciples of Mending Heaven Sect and Qingyun Temple, joy written on their faces, some bowing, others kowtowing.

“Congratulations, Ancestor Master!”

Following them were various gods and cultivators, every one a renowned figure in the Cultivation World, with scattered congratulations.

“Congratulations, Heavenly Master/Elder Tang/Ancestor Master of Mending Heaven…”

Zhou Yi threw back his head and let out a loud laugh, unable to contain the exhilaration in his heart. In the past 16,000 years, even as the Yellow Ox had ascended to Demon Saint, it had never truly let go of its caution.

“One year from now, I shall hold a celebratory banquet on Heavenly Mountain. Be gods or immortals, Daoists or Buddhists, cultivators or mortals, all are welcome to join the feast!”

“With Jadescent Nectar and Immortal Delicacies and Spiritual Fruits generously offered!”

“I have ten-thousand-year-old brews, a hundred thousand jars, all to be enjoyed in one banquet! I have ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Fruits, a million of them, even if consumed in one sitting…”

Each and every item was a rare Spiritual Object.

The accumulation of 16,000 years for one person was equivalent to that of an entire sect, and since it was only ever gathered and never spent, the treasures he had amassed were far beyond what any sect could compare to.

Zhou Yi’s voice carried for tens of thousands of miles, heard by many of the common folk living near Heavenly Mountain.

Having said that,

he descended from the skies and strode into Mystic Iron Temple, his head held high and exuding an air of vigor.

The watching gods and cultivators dispersed, spreading word of the grand banquet of the Heavenly Master. They were determined to bring everyone along, for such a legendary event was not to be missed.

Mystic Iron Temple.

Zhou Yi calmed his emotions as five beams of light touched down before him.

They were the Yellow Ox, Sun Changsheng, Yang Xuan, Qing Lian, and the Spirit Ginseng child grinning from ear to ear, dancing with joy.

“Please, take a seat.”

Zhou Yi gestured and five cushions appeared. He said, “The achievement of my goal today is all thanks to you, my brothers. I shall repay you handsomely in the future.”

Since his arrival in this world, Zhou Yi had rarely made promises to the living, more often taking on the last wishes of the dying.

A promise from an immortal was exceedingly weighty, signifying endless eras of potential complications due to that very word.

Qing Lian spoke, “Master has taught and nurtured me, showing great kindness. How could I, your disciple, have the face to ask for more?”

“Qing Lian, with your cultivation, you should be able to sense the workings of fate.”

Zhou Yi explained, “Your rebirth and cultivation originate from a bargain I struck with the heavens. It could also be described as taking without permission, so I feel undeserving of this master-disciple relationship!”

Bowing his head, Qing Lian replied, “I retain the memories of my past life, where hundreds of True Immortals invaded this world and perished. Had it not been for Master, my reincarnation would have been impossible. Your kindness surpasses that of a master to a disciple.”

In his previous life, Qing Lian had been a True Immortal from the Immortal Realm, theoretically an enemy of this world. However, since reincarnation only carried over memories, akin to acquiring books and understanding from a past life, his essence was still an Innate Spiritual Object of this world.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, not continuing the argument. He then addressed the rest, “After the celebration, I will begin mending the sky. Before that, I must ascend.”

Once the sky is mended, the realm’s barriers will be whole.

The beings of this world will find it difficult to advance further, essentially cutting off the path to immortality by Zhou Yi’s hand.

Thankfully, it is in accord with the motion of the heavens; otherwise, the collective resentment of all living beings might have had Zhou Yi struck by lightning daily.

Moo!

The Yellow Ox shook its head, expressing no intention of ascending. Even if it followed Innate beings to the Immortal Realm, it would be distinguished, yet it still chose to stay in this world until its end.

To accompany an immortal until his lifespan was exhausted, and at worst, face the dispersion of its soul and spirit.

Sun Changsheng scratched his head and said, “Junior brother, I must ascend, but if an opportunity arises, I will return to visit.”

“You are welcome at any time.”

Zhou Yi responded, “With you in the Immortal Realm, surely you will join the demonic sects. Keep an eye on the movements of the Three Immortal Sects. Should anything unusual occur, send me a message using your magic!”

Mending Heaven Sect had a method for ancestor spirits to materialize messages, which Sun Changsheng had mastered. Despite needing a vast amount of Spiritual Objects, it would allow him to send information.

Sun Changsheng agreed, “Naturally, I owe a great debt to this world that nurtured me. Such immense kindness cannot go unrepaid!”

Zhou Yi turned to Yang Xuan, “Do you wish to ascend, Fourth Brother?”

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, “The Witch Tribe was born in this world; ascending would only bring disdain in higher realms. Besides, I cannot abandon the million descendants here.”

“…”

Zhou Yi’s face twitched, having personally witnessed Yang Xuan create a race. He said, “It will be difficult for this world to break through in a short time; you might not survive until then.”

“Then I shall sit and pass away.”

Yang Xuan declared solemnly, “When I first embarked on this path, it was to be with my parents. By some twist of fate, I received the Witch Tribe’s legacy and spent thousands of years with them.”

“What I sought, I have gained. What does it matter if I pass away in meditation?”

“You’re right, Fourth Brother.”

Zhou Yi nodded his approval and addressed his disciple Qing Lian, “My child, ascend to the Immortal Realm. You may join the Mending Heaven Sect and claim to be the Heavenly Master’s descendant. You will surely be well cared for.”

Qing Lian replied, “I shall follow Master’s command and keep an eye on the Mending Heaven Sect. Should there be any unusual movements, I will send an early message.”

Zhou Yi glanced at the Spirit Ginseng child, who was making faces and seemed eager to speak. He raised an eyebrow, “You rascal, don’t tell me you want to ascend too? You can join Second Brother.”

“Heavenly Master, I have no desire to go to the Immortal Realm.”

The Spirit Ginseng child reminded him, “The sky is about to be mended; isn’t the World Tree still unripe?”

“That, I do not know,”

Zhou Yi pointed upwards, “You’d have to ask the Heavens whether they’ve forgotten about you, or wait for the tree within that special realm to grow slowly.”

The Spirit Ginseng child immediately sighed and prayed fervently to the heavens, hoping that when mending the sky, a piece of the World Tree would remain.

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