Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 563 - 79: The Great Changes in Heaven and Earth Descend

Chapter 563: Chapter 79: The Great Changes in Heaven and Earth Descend

When an array of high-grade magical treasures was placed in front of them, all cultivators instantly felt overwhelmed by choices, especially with the vast piles of corpse wine stacked before them.

Even the Five Heads Daoist only had a few high-grade magical treasures in his possession.

They examined each magic treasure one by one and suddenly realized that every treasure there, under long-term nurturing, had the potential to be upgraded to a spiritual treasure.

This realization significantly altered the meaning of their discovery.

"I’ve long heard that the Thirteen Immortals have extraordinary talent, mastering any cultivation technique as soon as they encounter it. Turns out it’s not just a rumor—absolutely mind-boggling."

Li Li muttered to herself, silently placing her cherished mid-grade magical treasure into her storage bag. Her low-grade magical robe, which she was still wearing, only deepened her feelings of inadequacy.

"Heh heh."

The Duke of Thunder was utterly unapologetic, pulling out his colossal sword shuttle.

"Taiyi Junior Brother, when you have time, please refine this into a high-grade one for me. Seeing all this now, if even you cannot ascend and achieve immortality, then who in this world possibly can?"

Li Mo’s collection of magical treasures encompassed almost every type available in commercial markets.

They even discovered rare combination treasures with power comparable to spiritual treasures, yet these were tossed dismissively before them as if they were trash.

Only Taibai Zi seemed enthralled as he walked toward the corpse wine.

"Worth it, worth it—even if this old man dies on the immortal path, it would still be worth it. Among the myriad of fine wines in this world, this place undoubtedly holds eighty percent."

"Fellow Daoist Taibai Zi, try this newly brewed Pure Spirit Wine."

Li Mo tossed a jar of Great Mahayana Corpse Wine to Taibai Zi, who eagerly caught it and began lovingly sniffing the aroma emanating from the seal’s mud.

The plant and tree cultivators had already taken over brewing. With a thousand years of fermentation, even immortal wine would struggle to rival the exquisite brews stored within the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

He Guo extended his head upon seeing this. "Old Taibai Zi, if you mix just a few stalks of Enchanting Grass into the Pure Spirit Wine, even False Immortals would find themselves utterly drunk."

"Oh?"

Taibai Zi lowered his gaze to examine He Guo, who had parasitized the body of the Ghost Tiger.

"You understand wine?"

He Guo stroked his beard and said, "All the wine was brewed by us. If you want to know the proper way to enjoy corpse wine, plant and tree cultivators are your best bet."

"Not bad, not bad. I’ll seek your advice from time to time in the future."

Taibai Zi and He Guo conversed animatedly, their interactions without any sense of unfamiliarity, as if they were long-lost old friends sharing various corpse wines.

Li Mo continued his secluded cultivation beneath the Jianmu.

According to Zu Xiuyun, only when heaven and earth underwent drastic transformation, could they climb upward via the Jianmu and reach the Ancestor Court at its boundary.

Li Mo speculated that the Jianmu had merely brushed against the Endless Void and wasn’t necessarily already connected to the Ancestor Court.

Zu Xiuyun, through heaven-earth transformation and law-of-causality effects, altered the position of Jianmu’s end to finally complete the pathway for ascension.

Li Mo picked up a fallen spare branch from the Jianmu, broken off during a recent conflict.

"The trunk of Jianmu is indestructible, while its withered and fragile branches are said to grow instantly on soil planting. But to fully mature takes countless millennia."

Li Mo casually absorbed it into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

If the Jianmu could grow upward to the Immortal Realm, it surely could grow downward from there to the mortal world. Perhaps in the future, he could rely on the Jianmu to descend back into the mortal realm.

"I’ll consider it when the heaven-earth transformation ends."

Li Mo focused on refining his physical body, accelerating the digestion of Yan Shu’s progress. Unfortunately, within a century, he could advance no further.

Time passed.

Gradually, the Jianmu returned to tranquility. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Though cultivators occasionally sought slots for ascension, the oversight of the Five Heads Daoist kept the overall situation calm and stable.

Eighty years whisked by. Even though Li Mo remained in secluded cultivation the entire time, he couldn’t ignore the signs of impending disaster, such as the population explosion.

Indeed, the mortal realm’s population was growing at a visible rate.

Though factions failed to fully resolve the death disease, they managed to mitigate its severity, pushing the age of infertility further and further back.

In Li Mo’s understanding, the childhood death disease that used to erupt at age twenty had now stealthily shifted to age forty-five. Meanwhile, incidents of fetal stage death illness among newborns had significantly declined.

From the perspective of mortals, this was undeniably great news.

"Is the death disease on its way out of history?"

Li Mo remained unconvinced; he suspected that post-weak-crown illnesses would grow increasingly severe. This implied that the new generation, upon reaching a certain age, might succumb to mutation erosion and degrade into deceitful objects.

Various powers appeared to be exploiting mortals to provoke a controllable heaven-earth transformation.

Could this succeed?

Very likely, it would lead to self-destruction. The scale of disaster might even surpass that of nine thousand years ago, and there would be no second Chunyangzi to save the day.

Li Mo’s desire for ascension wasn’t rooted in fear of heaven-earth transformation.

The main reason was the absence of pathways ahead.

If the heaven-earth transformation persisted indefinitely, after breaking through the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he’d face either promotion to False Immortality or attempts to end the transformation—this was the mortal realm’s limit.

Even if heaven-earth transformation followed him to the Immortal Realm, at least there would be doors ahead, promising eventual transcendence beyond both realms.

"Sigh..."

Li Mo let out a heavy sigh, unable to suppress the tension that grew within him.

The seasons alternated, quickly approaching the four-hundred-year mark that Zu Xiuyun had referenced. Yet the mortal realm remained at the tipping point, stubbornly avoiding eruption.

As early as fifty years ago, many cultivators had already begun setting up arrays.

Under Li Mo’s occasional guidance, massive arrays spanning hundreds of miles rapidly materialized, cloaking the Jianmu from mortal eyes.

Li Mo finally emerged from seclusion, vigilantly observing from afar with his Cave God’s Eye.

"Speaking of which, where in the world has Ye Zhuo Daoist run off to? If he can’t attain promotion to Land Immortal, he might as well hurry back to the Creation Sect."

Li Mo pinched his nose in frustration, finding no trace of Ye Zhuo Daoist within the sect.

"How odd."

The Duke of Thunder murmured to himself.

Among the dozen or so people present, the Duke of Thunder’s physical strength was second only to Li Mo, and his considerable weight suddenly caused his feet to sink into the soil.

Li Mo, standing on Ghost Shadow, didn’t immediately notice the anomaly.

Turning back, he asked, "Thunder Duke, what’s happening?"

The Duke explained, "Taiyi, don’t get worked up—probably just due to recent consecutive rains, making the soil feel... softer."

"Softer?"

Li Mo’s expression darkened, drawing everyone’s attention.

He crouched to touch the soil and discovered barely discernible granules in its composition, his gaze instantly reflecting shock.

"Does anyone know the exact date today?"

"July sixteenth, I believe?"

Li Mo surveyed the surroundings, exuding an oppressive aura that even the Five Heads Daoist dared not interrupt, as the group all focused their attention.

"The heaven-earth transformation has already arrived."

"What?"

Zhang Qiyang glanced around, failing to notice any obvious changes.

The Duke of Thunder sucked in a sharp breath. "What connection does it have with the soil?"

Taibai Zi stopped drinking and, like Li Mo, began scrutinizing the soil. As though he comprehended something, his pupils dilated noticeably.

Li Mo explained, "Nearby towns number sixteen, with three hundred seventy-six villages and nearly twenty million inhabitants."

"In the mortal world, the southern-northern boundary has a yearly ancestral worship festival held in July called the [Mengzu Festival], during which people scatter glutinous rice through streets and alleys, praying for ancestral blessings."

Lu Yuan murmured, "Mengzu Festival..."

"Reportedly, Mengzu Festival consumes copious amounts of glutinous rice. However, due to regional restrictions, local supplies severely fall short."

After Li Mo’s explanation, Taibai Zi stuffed soil into his mouth and carefully chewed.

"It’s true! It’s true!!!"

Taibai Zi pointed to the soil, exclaiming in disbelief, "The soil is transforming into glutinous rice—it’s the heaven-earth transformation, a manifestation of word-to-law!"

The cultivators froze momentarily before each began verifying the claim.

Indeed, as Taibai Zi suggested, the soil’s structure exhibited inexplicable changes, unrelated to spells and far beyond their comprehension.

"Precisely speaking, several thousand miles across the southern-northern boundary are deeply affected."

Even Li Mo couldn’t help but feel absurd.

If the southern-northern boundary’s custom were eating rice balls, would thousands of miles transform into rice balls?

Ridiculous, but undeniably eerie.

The heaven-earth transformation’s disregard for established rules manifested vividly, rendering the mortal realm akin to a fish tank, subjected to continual ecological tampering.

Li Li inquired anxiously, "What now? Should we immediately leave the mortal realm?"

"No rush, we should wait a bit longer."

Li Mo gently stroked the Jianmu trunk. The Jianmu hadn’t yet encountered word-to-law effects. Hastily attempting to climb upward could result in unexpected complications, leaving them caught between advancing and retreating.

The cultivators remained silent, periodically gazing toward the clouds.

Three days passed. Torrential rains carrying fish and prawns swept across the southern-northern boundary. Curiously, the aquatic creatures not only survived on land but actively resisted returning to water sources.

Li Mo understood this was merely the transformation’s beginning.

But with such extensive scope, it signaled that the heaven-earth transformation was approaching a state of instability, exceeding the limits of mortal cognition that spellcraft could govern.

Everyone present was an ancient monster, aged thousands of years, their mental realms unshaken by such phenomena.

"Ah!"

Zhang Guo suddenly shrieked in alarm.

Li Mo opened his Cave God’s Eye, noticing a mound of decaying flesh rolling toward the Jianmu.

"A deceitful object? Let me suppress it."

Lu Yuan sneered, his right hand transforming into a bull’s head while activating his immortal creation body. Its external sword qi mimicked the Taoist inheritance of the Inch Sword Tomb.

"Not necessary."

Li Mo’s lips twitched as the Ghost Shadow underfoot expanded endlessly.

The Ghost Shadow bound the mound of flesh, pulling it into the array, where the cultivators discovered it emitted an aura unique to the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

The surface of the fleshy mound sprouted distorted bodies, intertwined grotesquely like stitched-together corpses.

Upon closer inspection, these bodies were sculpted into recognizable albeit warped divine statues.

Divine statues, fabricated from mortal fantasies, were typically worshipped in town and village shrines with moderate incense offerings, though widely known.

Li Mo summoned a lifebound flying sword, slicing off excess flesh from the mound.

Shortly after, an utterly disheveled Ye Zhuo Daoist emerged before them, leaving everyone momentarily baffled.

"Ye Zhuo, would you still dare to sky-control yourself above mortals?"

Ye Zhuo Daoist weakly responded, "I was merely worried about missing my chance at ascension. But once exposed to the mortals, my flesh started mutating."

"Flying above mortals would naturally lead them to speculate that you’re some heavenly deity, pinning their myths upon you."

"Heh, look around—are there any other cultivators in the mortal realm behaving as ostentatiously as you?"

"Damn it."

Li Mo scrutinized Ye Zhuo Daoist, who had clearly just entered the Body Integration Realm, his flesh avidly continuing its incessant growth.

"Until the rumors cease, your troubles will persist."

"I’m going to die! AHHHHHH!!!"