Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 577 - 11 Immortal Dies at the Hands of Mortal

Chapter 577: Chapter 11 Immortal Dies at the Hands of Mortal

The great upheaval of heaven and earth has quietly descended; on the surface, towns remain as calm as still water, but beneath lies an undercurrent of chaos as calamities intensify.

"I’m ascending to immortality!!!"

In the marketplace, a frenzied man clad in a Daoist robe shouts hysterically, his exposed skin covered in pustules, oozing a nauseating stench.

The passersby quickly avoid him, privately lamenting how the number of lunatics in the town has grown recently.

Suddenly.

The man collapses onto the ground, motionless. His spine arches upward, his skin seemingly about to split open, as if an unknown entity is attempting to break free from within.

The rancid stench spreads, causing children to foam at the mouth and collapse.

The townsfolk finally react, shouting frantically as they distance themselves from the man, plunging the town into chaos, with fruits and vegetables scattered across the streets.

Splurt, splurt, splurt.

The skin tears open.

Brilliant Immortal Light bursts forth, resembling a true immortal clawing its way out of the man’s body.

"To ascend and attain immortality—who wouldn’t seek to become an immortal!?"

Despite bearing four arms, two heads, exposed internal organs, and grotesque mutations, the man radiates an eerie aura of an exiled reincarnated immortal.

"I am Haoran True Monarch, a celestial being reborn into the mortal realm—hahaha!"

Swoosh.

A flash of sword light cuts across the air.

A dozen Nascent Soul-stage Sword Cultivators encircle Haoran True Monarch, their sword intent imbuing their flying swords, quickly suppressing him.

"Impossible! Impossible! I am a True Immortal—how could I be subdued by mere mortals..."

Haoran True Monarch’s expression twists in disbelief; as doubts about his immortal identity arise, his state becomes unstable.

Boom.

A muffled explosion echoes as Haoran True Monarch’s body bursts into a pulp of flesh and blood.

The Sword Cultivators diligently clean up the town, ensuring that none of Haoran True Monarch’s flesh remains behind, suspecting that Heavenly Sword Sect fears the strange phenomenon might be contagious.

"Senior Brother Chunyangzi."

"Strange occurrences have been frequent in the town lately; do you think a great demon might be awakening?"

Chunyangzi’s expression grows solemn as he inspects Haoran True Monarch’s discarded body, noting that the latter was only an ordinary scholar who had failed his exams.

He even carried a notebook filled with fabricated tales of fantastical spirits and ghosts.

"Let’s return to the sect to discuss further."

"Initially, it was just one or two individuals falling prey to these disturbances, yet we’ve been traveling outside for half a year and still haven’t eradicated the issue."

Chunyangzi observes that mortals afflicted by these demonic influences have been increasing steadily in both number and strength; they can now rival those at the Core Formation stage.

"Understood, Senior Brother."

The Sword Cultivators dare not linger and depart on their Lifebound Flying Swords, leaving the town behind.

Multiple flying swords ascend into the sky; some Sword Cultivators exhale deeply—after all, demons have been appearing every few days, with no traceable source.

Chunyangzi sweeps his gaze across the surroundings.

Suddenly, he notices a junior brother beside him incessantly scratching his arm.

"Xuan Hong, what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing—maybe my skin was contaminated by demonic blood. I’ll isolate myself for a few days to recover after returning to the sect."

Xuan Hong’s skin is already swollen and festering, with injuries resembling pustules.

Chunyangzi narrows his eyes and asks in a deep voice, "Xuan Hong, you hail from Lin City, correct? Did you perhaps visit your home when we were purging the demons earlier?"

"Yes, but..."

Xuan Hong feels as though billions of maggots are gnawing at his wounds, tempted to use his sword blade to cut them open.

Chunyangzi interrupts, "Does anyone know what festival Lin City has been celebrating recently?"

A hesitant Sword Cultivator replies, "The Immortal Ascension Festival—it’s said that the townsfolk dress as various Immortals and parade the streets in prayer for a bountiful harvest in the coming year."

"Immortal Ascension Festival."

Chunyangzi turns back, gazing toward Lin City. Without realizing it, all the townsfolk have knelt on the ground.

Behind them erupts Immortal Light, as they each begin to transform into so-called Immortals, and Xuan Hong likewise emanates Immortal Light from his pores.

"What madness is this? Could it be possible to ascend simply by harboring such a desire?"

Clang.

Chunyangzi spits out sword light, but surprisingly, Xuan Hong does not split apart.

Xuan Hong’s skin hardens into a shell, resembling a cocooning moth that suffocates to death due to an inability to escape its old body.

Chunyangzi slices open Xuan Hong’s skin, upon which a skinny, skeletal corpse tumbles out.

Lin City’s uncanny phenomena make their scalps crawl with fear; ignoring Xuan Hong’s tragic demise, they hasten their journey back to Heavenly Sword Sect.

Chunyangzi can’t help but remember that Heavenly Sword Sect had recently recruited a batch of disciples.

"This is bad—something is about to happen."

The method Heavenly Sword Sect uses to recruit disciples is quite unique; aside from testing Spirit Roots, they also make recruits wield weapons to spar among themselves.

While Heavenly Sword Sect guarantees no fatalities among mortals, injuries and disabilities are inevitable.

Such a method tempers their Sword Hearts but inevitably breeds resentment, with many disabled individuals harboring hatred toward Heavenly Sword Sect.

After all, being qualified for the competition means possessing Spirit Roots suitable for cultivation, yet having their Immortal Paths severed due to the battles—how could they not feel anguish?

Moreover, Heavenly Sword Sect forbids mortals from its affiliated towns to join other sects.

"Could it be..."

Chunyangzi dares not imagine—if thoughts truly manifested reality, would Heavenly Sword Sect face peril?

Ignoring his comrades, Chunyangzi propels his Lifebound Flying Sword at full speed, merging with sunlight to traverse hundreds of miles in a flash.

For days and nights without sleep, when Chunyangzi nears the Mountain Gate, he gasps in shock.

Heavenly Sword Sect has turned into a sea of flames; countless mortals are storming the gate, their severed limbs regenerated by raw flesh.

Mortals, despite lacking cultivation, can effortlessly resist flying swords.

"Am I... dreaming?"

Chunyangzi mutters in disbelief as he witnesses flying swords striking mortals, only to see the top-grade spiritual material-made swords, forged from Nine-Turned Glaze Wood, disintegrate into ordinary wooden textures.

Mortals grab hold of the wobbling flying swords and, with force, snap them in two.

With their Lifebound Flying Swords destroyed, Nascent Soul-stage Sword Cultivators spit blood, narrowly escaping death and the dissipation of their Dao.

"Kill! Kill! Storm Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Mortals hurl stones, knocking Divine Separation-stage Sword Cultivators from the air. Before they can summon their Externalized Dharma Bodies, groups of mortals swarm them.

The mortals’ fists and sticks crack the divine Spirit Shields crafted from Spiritual Power—defensive abilities capable of withstanding collapsing mountains are shattered like fragile armor under mortal blows.

They are brutally beaten to death by mere mortals.

Chunyangzi feels absurdity incarnate—how can mortals merely breaking a cultivator’s head with their sticks not prompt escape using Dharma Bodies?

Could it be that merely by mortals believing a Sword Cultivator has died, he indeed deserves demise?

Boom.

The Mountain Protection Array explodes.

"Chunyangzi! Return to the Mountain Gate from the northern and southern breach!!!"

Chunyangzi hears the transmitted voice of Elder Wu Xin and immediately snaps back to his senses, maneuvering his Lifebound Flying Sword toward the Mountain Protection Array.

From high above, he surveys the surroundings—the mortals have nearly steamrolled everything in their path.

"What in the world... is happening?"

Not only Heavenly Sword Sect but the factions of Taoists, Demons, and Buddhists are concurrently facing calamities from the great upheaval of heaven and earth, unable to spare attention for other sects.

......

"The great upheaval of heaven and earth?!!"

Li Mo opens his eyes, maintaining his Spiritual Power cultivation while stepping away from the Doulu Tripod, which serves as his Cave Mansion, and walks toward the island’s shore.

"No matter how many times I experience this, I still feel as insignificant as an ant. What level must one reach to touch upon Word-to-law manifestation?"

To Li Mo’s eyes, the seawater has transformed into boiling hot oil, with countless demon beast corpses—charred into coal—floating on the surface, emitting a nauseating burnt stench.

Under the shroud of dark clouds.

Countless bodies fall from high above, splashing in the oil.

Bang, bang, bang...

Within the thick mist in the distance, a giant measuring five to six thousand meters tall walks, atop its head rests a city populated by tens of thousands of mortals.

The giant continues placing demon beast corpses into the city.

According to the Creation Book’s feedback, the giant was originally a mortal from a coastal town, responsible for curating incense offerings for the Four Seas Dragon King Temple.

However, he claimed to be the mortal manifestation of the Dragon King himself.

Under the influence of Word-to-law, he is metamorphosing into what mortals perceive as the Dragon King. Yet, water can carry a vessel but also overturn it; mortal faith will eventually turn against him.

Through his Cave God’s Eye, Li Mo also notices sporadic figures piercing the Nine Heavens amidst the clouds.

Such is only the Endless Star Sea; one can infer the situation in densely inhabited inland towns where mortal populations are vast.

Various individuals turned Immortal Gods rampaging—mortal chaos transpires in boundless forms.

"It wouldn’t be surprising if, over the next two thousand years, the mortal world becomes ten households barren, and major sects sequentially succumb to obliteration."

Only madmen will survive.

"Continue cultivating; let the time ripen, and I’ll visit Chunyangzi eventually."

Li Mo sinks his bare feet into the soil, noticing the island transforming into a massive meatball—an unknown mortal’s fulfilled desire.

His curiosity sparks: why hasn’t a mortal wished for the world’s destruction?

"Perhaps wishes conflict with each other as well."

Li Mo’s furrowed brows relax as he realizes Chunyangzi’s intent to indirectly save the world by using the Death Disease to end the heavenly upheaval.

Larger-scale Word-to-law wishes inherently harbor contradictions and risks of failure.

If someone wishes for the world’s annihilation, naturally, another may wish for its restoration—two immense wishes cancel out invisibly.

Thus, the great upheaval of heaven and earth remains unsolvable, as mortals’ thoughts could never achieve unity.

"Presumably, the second heavenly upheaval will end no better. Even False Immortals intervening cannot change the power mortals hold."

Within the Endless Star Sea, whirlpools emerge—Returning Ruins slowly materialize.

Li Mo hears the anguished roar of horned dragons; the Dragon Clan cannot endure even half a year in the upheaval, entirely fading into history.

He retreats back into the Doulu Tripod, aiming to breakthrough into the Ascendance Tribulation Stage of the Ascending Immortal Realm.

Out in the world, turmoil reigns.

Seawater transforms among various states, and there was even an occasion: the Endless Star Sea ascended toward the sky, only to thunderously crash back into its original place.

Li Mo immerses himself fully, no longer paying heed to external chaos.

Occasionally he is caught in the crossfire, but with his Great Wilderness Immortal Body, his adaptability to hostile environments exceeds that of typical True Immortals.

Seven hundred years pass.

Li Mo notices mortals gradually ascending to the Immortal Realm, among them Chunyangzi, as the great upheaval cascades like an ever-growing snowball.

While the Immortal Realm harbors no mortals to face extinction, Immortals inevitably encounter mortal-induced fears.

After successfully ascending to the Ascendant Immortal Realm, Li Mo steps out of the island.

"Damn it."

What greets his eyes are eighteen suspended suns, the ground laden with broken Immortal Ladders leading to the Immortal Realm.

The wind carries innumerable corpses along.

Grass, trees, and rocks distort into grotesque shapes; no avian or beast is in sight.

"Chunyangzi, to think you managed to piece together the shattered mortal world—even if for just a few thousand years, it’s still impressive."