In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path-Chapter 1037

Chapter 1037: 414: Nanxun’s Years of Changes!

White Hair Over the Shoulders, Frost at the Temples (5K for Monthly Tickets)_3 Chapter 1037: 414: Nanxun’s Years of Changes!

White Hair Over the Shoulders, Frost at the Temples (5K for Monthly Tickets)_3 Originally, the deep pool was indeed an entrance and exit connected with the outside Cultivation World, and some Spiritual Energy would seep through.

Although this Spiritual Energy was quickly devoured by the Human God Palace, occasionally some was absorbed by the fish in the pool, turning them into what mortals considered Spiritual Fish, which, when eaten, could extend life and strengthen the body.

Therefore, these Spiritual Fish were always regarded as treasures by the major families and even the royal family of Nanxun, who did not permit their private consumption.

However, Chen Dengming certainly didn’t care about this.

Back when he first started in the Cultivation World, he also spent some time fishing.

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The two fish in Chen Jing’s hands were actually quite ordinary in the Cultivation World, with no real life-extending effects.

Consuming them might strengthen the body, but Nanxun was still incapable of breeding true Spiritual Fish.

Soon, Chen Jing became friendly and started chatting with the six Innate martial artists.

From these people, Chen Dengming learned about some of the situations in Nanxun over the past few decades, almost similar to what Dongfang Huayuan had said, but the details were even more startling.

“Back then, the eighteen evil immortals who broke in collapsed two mountains.

But some of them also ran out of energy and were eventually killed by Nangong Lie and Shaoyu Lin, these two predecessors accomplished the mortal feat of slaying immortals…”

By the campfire in the woods, a steaming fish soup simmered in the pot, an old Innate narrated reverently while standing.

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“Nangong Lie?

Shaoyu Lin?”

Chen Dengming recalled that these two were supposed to be from the younger generation of the Nangong Family and Shaoyu Family.

Back when he was still in Nanxun, these youngsters might have been just teenagers, not yet Innate.

Yet after so many years, the previous youngsters had grown into heroes who defended their homeland and slayed immortals, albeit at the cost of their lives.

Decades had passed since the events triggered by ascending to immortality, the grudges had long since faded, and he had long stopped caring about them.

Now looking back, he could only sigh deeply.

At that moment, he put on no airs, casually stirring the fish soup with a fresh twig, and invited the several Innates to sit down.

However, they all eyed eagerly yet dared not sit on equal footing with a True Immortal, which made the atmosphere quite serious and somber, making Chen Jing also feel quite uncomfortable.

Chen Dengming felt helpless.

Sometimes he treated mortals equally, not caring about the class distinction between immortals and mortals.

Unfortunately, mortals themselves would be filled with awe and fear, unable to accept it.

This was a clear class distinction that had deeply embedded itself into people’s hearts, difficult to change.

After eating the Spiritual Fish soup, Chen Dengming briefly proposed some ideas about taking some people out to the Cultivation World and asked about the intentions of these local Innate martial artists.

The result was unexpected, none of the six immediately agreed with joy, but instead, all hesitated.

Chen Dengming saw through their hesitancy and internally sighed.

Eventually, he and Chen Jing left, continuing to roam the great rivers of Nanxun.

“Dad, why don’t they want to go to the Cultivation World?

Even if they themselves can’t cultivate, isn’t it good to seek an opportunity for their offspring by going to the Cultivation World?”

Chen Jing turned and looked up at Chen Dengming.

Chen Dengming shook his head and sighed lightly, “Because of hatred, because of fear and the unknown.”

“Hatred?

Fear and the unknown…” Chen Jing’s eyes revealed a dawning comprehension.

Indeed, when cultivators from the Cultivation World came into Nanxun, it led to slaughters, destruction of mountains and rivers, capturing mortals for blood sacrifices, with their crimes too numerous to be recorded.

It was natural for the people of Nanxun to hate cultivators and fear the unknown-filled Cultivation World.

Chen Dengming, however, had another idea in mind, realizing that his influence in Nanxun had also diminished significantly.

Otherwise, had it been in the past when a single call from him could rally support, even those who feared and despised the Cultivation World would have followed him into it, trusting in him.

But now, after enduring numerous hardships, Nanxun had changed.

There were new local heroes, Nangong Lie and Shaoyu Lin, and Dongfang Huayuan, who once protected Nanxun.

Due to the complexities of war and various situations where Nanxun was blocked by Outer Realm Evil Cultivators, he never returned to Nanxun, and it was normal for his influence in his hometown to lessen.

However, for Chen Dengming, none of these mattered.

In the future, if any fellow villagers wished to venture into the Cultivation World, he was willing to support and protect them, changing the plight of the people of Nanxun who had been generation after generation without Spiritual Roots and unable to cultivate.

If they preferred not to go out, living in a world like Nanxun without cultivators, where they could not feel the stark class difference between immortals and mortals, being a happy mortal was also a good thing.

Subsequently, for over a month, Chen Dengming and his son Chen Jing wandered around Nanxun, touring its famous rivers and great marshes.

They returned to the old Stationed Immortal City, where his True Immortal Image still stood.

When Chen Dengming left, he had left a Spirit Seed within the True Immortal Image.

They also visited the old site of the Chen Mansion, where they worshipped at the graves of the old servant Chen Zhong and the other family members from the seven houses.

Chen Jing, in front of his own mother’s grave, wept uncontrollably, the octogenarian crying like a child.

Witnessing this scene, Chen Dengming also felt ripples in his heart.

Back when he was nearly eighty years old, knowing his life could not be extended and that his end was near, he made a resolute decision to seek immortality to prolong his life, entrusting the ladies of the seven houses to the old servant Chen Zhong.

Now that he had greatly succeeded in cultivation, the old servant Chen Zhong still loyally guarded the graves of the Chen Family, keeping watch over the ladies of the seven houses.

When he had left, he was over eighty years old.

And now his son Chen Jing had returned, also over eighty years old.

History seemed to be a cycle, containing similar patterns within the passage of time.

Chen Dengming felt moved in spirit, as if his spiritual realm had once again undergone some changes.

Meanwhile.

Beneath the Nether Spring, the Ferocious Ghost Chu Xun was ultimately unable to come to an agreement with the greedy and sly Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch in the campaign against the Ghost King of Yinming.

It was mainly because the appetite of Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch was simply too great.

Merely gaining fifty percent of the influence of the Ghost City of Yinming was not enough to satisfy him.

Out of helplessness, Chu Xun internally vowed that if he ever became powerful enough, he would replace Starfall and take over the Nether Spring himself, becoming a Ghost Monarch.

But before that, he still needed to persuade Starfall Nether Spring Ghost Monarch to go out and campaign against the Ghost King of Yinming.

“Leaving the city…

Yes, leaving the city…”

Chu Xun’s not so bright mind suddenly sparked with a bold and vengeful idea…

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