Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 812 - 811: Many Parties Gather

On the Jinxiu Continent, an invisible undercurrent is rushing towards the Shangyu Country. Mortals are unaware of its significance, but not a single cultivator is oblivious to it.

This is the place where the Spiritual Green from Outer Space has fallen, unchanged for two thousand years.

Shangyu, the center of the Jinxiu Continent, not just geographically but in terms of cultivation significance as well. The once-in-sixty-years fall of the Spiritual Green from Outer Space has cemented the special cultivation status of the Heavenly Heart Pavilion.

Because they never expand their sphere of influence, nor do they participate in the conflicts of the continent’s cultivation realm, excluding the mysterious path, they don’t even have their own mainstream battle direction. This state makes the Heavenly Heart Pavilion quite transcendent, and no one dares to covet it.

They are a clear stream in the Jinxiu Cultivation Realm, respected by all cultivators for their aloofness and isolation, despite not forming a climate.

There’s still a few months before the fall of the Spiritual Green from Outer Space, but cultivators from all over the continent have already begun to gather here, some even preparing years in advance, given the vastness of Jinxiu.

Sixty years ago, Lord Hou was still struggling over whether to enter the path, having neither the inclination, the ability, nor even the knowledge to do so. Almost all Natural Realm cultivators and most God Sensing Pongxuan Realm cultivators who could come here, including every cultivator of the three Tongtian Realms, would make a trip if they didn’t have an unavoidable reason, even if just to experience the proximity, even if they couldn’t obtain anything.

Of course, Golden Core Upper Cultivators and Nascent Transformation Great Cultivators wouldn’t be idle either.

Breaking free from the Heaven and Earth Chains is the dream deep in the heart of every ambitious cultivator. Can they perhaps comprehend something special in this process?

Centered around Sui Mo City in Shangyu Country, tens of thousands of cultivators of the three Tongtian Realms flooded in, yet it doesn’t seem crowded. They sit on the ground, live in the wilderness, spread out across Shangyu, on mountaintops, by streams, in fields, and on treetops, but they don’t occupy inns, so they have minimal impact on mortal life.

Lizhi Sea, Heavenly End Ocean, Kneecap Desert, Yuan Yi Mountain Range, Yaoguang’s Hundred Thousand Mountains... no matter how far the road, it cannot stop the heart of cultivation beings toward the path.

In the constant stream of entering cultivators, there is an old man whose face is carved with years, unable to stop the physical decline despite cultivation, yet unable to conceal the full-faced hope. Even as an insignificant bystander, just being here is his greatest satisfaction.

His surname is Xi. Those familiar call him Daoist Xi, sensing Pulse at sixty, luckily entering the path at one hundred, but at his age, even entering the path wouldn’t increase his lifespan by much—only two or three decades more than an ordinary mortal.

But this does not prevent him from identifying as a cultivator. Though born in the thriving area of the Southeast Daoist Sect, no sect or power would take in someone in his situation—not even as a loose cultivator. Without resources, secret techniques, or even travel experience, this trip to Shangyu is his only journey out in his lifetime.

He also brought along the most talented great-grandchild in the family, a little girl named Xi Lin, a Qiao Xiaoxiu, or perhaps not even a cultivator...

It’s just to experience the atmosphere, to not waste life in vain. Even if he cannot achieve longevity, just seeing someone who hopes to is good enough.

There are many others like this. If not for the entanglements of right and wrong in the cultivation world, they are actually very pure.

Not long after entering Shangyu, they stopped in a small town and entered a small tavern for a meal. The one old and one small couldn’t subsist on wind and dew. The little girl lacked the realm, and he was old and frail,

"I think this town is nice; shall we wait here?"

Xi Lin blinked, puzzled, "Grandfather, since we’re here, why not go a bit closer? At least to the outskirts of Sui Mo City, right?"

Though it’s his first journey and first such event, the elderly Daoist has paid careful attention and prepared well,

"No! There are rules for traveling, and regulations for events. The fall of Spiritual Green from Outer Space is governed by rules that cannot be overstepped."

"What rules? There’s always rules everywhere. Don’t tell me ordinary mortals can’t even enter the city during this time?"

Daoist Xi lovingly patted his granddaughter’s head. She is the only one in the family with the potential to enter the path, and he cherishes her deeply, nurturing her with all he has, so even at this kind of event, he brought her along.

"Without rules, there can be no order. Sui Mo City is where Constellation True Inheritors can stay, each of the Nine Towns has one, and then there’s the central Heavenly Heart Pavilion... The true disciple of each house waits in the suburb, a privilege for those contesting the Spiritual Green from Outer Space.

Outside that, each sect’s disciples attend in order, based on Dao lineage, strength, and realm... As for us, we’re best off here. Our realm can’t handle the hardship of the elements."

The girl smiled warmly, an introverted child strictly raised due to her importance, but only letting loose a bit when alone with her grandfather, "Hierarchy again, grandpa, they say the Constellation True Inheritors added a few new people this time?"

Daoist Xi chuckled, fond of discussing these tales, even if not part of them,

"The Twelve Stars of Jinxiu, renowned stars. There’s more mystery in vying for Spiritual Green from Outer Space than just a title, though you wouldn’t understand even if I explained..."

The little girl Xi Lin laughed, "Grandpa, maybe you don’t know either?"

Daoist Xi ignored her, lost in his own world, "Including the Daoist Sect’s Heavenly Kui Star, Heavenly Mechanism Star, Heavenly Gang Star, Heavenly Punishment Star, Heavenly Purple Star; from the Buddhist Sect, the Heavenly Zen Star, Heavenly Silence Star, Heavenly Pure Star; and from the Demon Sect’s peripherals, Sirius, Scorpio Star; as well as the Southern and Northern Heavenly Gates’ Heavenly Sea Star, Heavenly Lonely Star. They are like the rarest of mythical beasts among cattle, dragons among men."

They chatted idly in the small tavern, not far away at another table sat two men and a woman, one exuberant middle-aged cultivator laughed loudly:

"Old man, your news is outdated, isn’t it? Cultivating to such a stage without information, how peculiar. You’re indifferent, but don’t lead the child astray."

Daoist Xi was mild-tempered, with his current level of skill, a bad temper would not serve him well. Though the other party was a bit rude, clearly their realm was far higher than his; he dared not offend them, and thus respectfully nodded,

"I am dull-witted, building behind closed doors, unaware of external changes, I hope fellow Daoists won’t laugh."

That middle-aged cultivator waved his hand, "Why would I laugh at you? Since we’ve met along the path, it’s fate. Perhaps I’ll give you a tip or two, before others ascend, and you cluelessly remain ignorant, then you’ll be the joke."

After a few words, they exchanged names and found the trio to be an unusual combination. The woman was Fairy Huang, from the Southwest Huncheng Sect; the taciturn man was a Body Cultivation named Yuan Shangyuan; the bold man called himself Wang Gandang, claiming to be a loose cultivator, and it was unclear how the three came together.

Wang Gandang laughed, "Little Xi, three of the Twelve Constellations have changed, you should be aware."