Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 586 - 20 I Am the Monster

Niu Village entrance.

Close to a hundred villagers gathered on the riverbank. Suppressed sobs could faintly be heard.

Amidst the crowd, a child with a face tinged blue and purple lay there, his abdomen slightly swollen. With each compression, water was forced out of his throat.

But there was still no sign of breathing—clearly, the child was on the brink of death due to drowning.

His desperate parents kept slapping his back, trying to wake him up. Sadly, it was futile; the remaining warmth in his body began to fade.

The older elders wore grim expressions, while the child’s elder brother hung his head low.

"You’re old enough, yet you still fool around with Heiwa all day. You don’t attend the private school, and all you do is mess around near mountains and rivers..."

The river wasn’t deep, but Heiwa had carelessly gotten entangled in water plants. In the blink of an eye, he went motionless.

The other children who were playing alongside him were crying uncontrollably as their own parents scolded them.

"Cough... cough..."

Suddenly, the drowning child let out weak coughs. Soon, his hands and feet began warming up, and his breathing became steady.

"He’s alive! Alive!! Heiwa’s alive!!!"

The villagers were stunned for a moment, then quickly removed their clothes to wrap Heiwa up. His parents kept calling his name beside his ear.

To them, coming back to life after being on the brink of death was akin to crossing through the gates of the netherworld. If he couldn’t hear his loved ones’ voices, his soul might be incomplete.

The children sighed in relief.

The villagers carried Heiwa back home. At five years old, his body was still very fragile. But once he grew past twenty, they wouldn’t have to worry about illnesses anymore.

During the return, Heiwa briefly awoke, but his eyes were filled with confusion.

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep again.

In a corner where no one was looking, Li Mo quietly witnessed his own transmigration experience without interfering in any way.

"As expected, meeting myself at this moment doesn’t cause any disruptions."

Li Mo had yet to overcome the White Life Period Death Disease. His Three Souls and Seven Spirits were tormented by this affliction.

His soul carried visible signs of decay, suppressed solely by his Fake Soul Consciousness. For the time being, he still couldn’t find an effective way to deal with the White Life Period Death Disease.

Li Mo didn’t want to miss this singular opportunity to meet himself. After all, this could very well hide untellable secrets.

As the villagers visiting Heiwa gradually left, only Li Mu stayed inside the house to care for him.

Protected by the Spirit Root Worm, Li Mo walked straight to the bedside. He used the Cave God’s Eye to meticulously examine Heiwa.

"No trace of transmigration can be found, it’s as if the consciousness appeared out of thin air."

Heiwa’s consciousness died due to drowning, and Li Mo’s consciousness suddenly took over. Because it lacked a soul, even the Cave God’s Eye couldn’t detect any difference.

"At least this confirms one thing—I didn’t transmigrate to this world through any human intervention."

Li Mo reached out and pressed a finger on Heiwa’s forehead. Cancer cells flowed into Heiwa’s Mud Pill Palace. Initially, the Creation Book wasn’t discovered, but unexpectedly, changes occurred in response to the cancer cells within Heiwa’s Mud Pill Palace.

A book, somewhere between the real and unreal, began to coalesce.

"Creation Book..."

Li Mo’s own Creation Book stirred faintly. Soon, its cover flipped open on its own.

He didn’t stop the Creation Book and watched the pages reveal a deluge of information. The two Creation Books then overlapped.

The information within the Creation Books melded seamlessly together.

Heiwa’s Creation Book was completely blank. But as Li Mo’s Creation Book poured information into it, the entire history of the Ancient and Modern Cultivation World filled its pages.

Li Mo’s expression became complex, and he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dread.

"If every Creation Book was handed down by myself, then where did the very first Creation Book come from?"

There was only one explanation: When Li Mo was five years old in his current timeline, another version of himself had arrived to grant him a new Creation Book.

The so-called infinite causal loops meant that every time a version of Li Mo completed their cycle, a new timeline was created.

When Heiwa returned to ancient times, the timeline that Li Mo resided in would be left with only one version of himself. His timeline would close, but Heiwa would begin a new loop and meet "Little Heiwa."

A cycle with no end in sight...

"Creation Book, it’s not some mere ingenious tool, is it?"

Li Mo thought back to the Taoist inheritance of the Human Demon Sect, where cultivators turned their own bodies into books and refined Spell Pages by devouring others’ Taoist Bodies. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

It was named the Blessing Record of Immortals.

When Li Mo first encountered the Blessing Record of Immortals, he felt it had curious similarities to the Creation Book. But the Human Demon Sect was merely a subordinate faction of the Ten Thousand Demon Dao, a minor power.

Even the sect founder only had the cultivation level of the Divine Separation Stage, far from having the ability to refine something as profound as the Creation Book.

"Heh, utterly absurd."

When all wrong answers were eliminated, no matter how unbelievable the remaining answer was, it had to be the truth.

"The first version of myself that transmigrated had no cheats or divine tools. By chance, he joined the Human Demon Sect and cultivated the Blessing Record of Immortals."

"Version One Li Mo experienced the cataclysm of the later world’s Heaven and Earth, accidentally returning to the ancient Cultivation World and establishing the very first complete causal loop."

Li Mo couldn’t help but shake his head.

Version One Li Mo probably had the cultivation of a Land Immortal. But faced with the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm, he stood powerless, watching as his loved ones perished and his Tao dissolved. He barely clung to life for thousands of years.

To change his fate, he chose to sacrifice himself, becoming the Creation Book for Version Two Li Mo to influence a new causal loop.

"One generation after another, endlessly looping within infinite cycles of causality."

Li Mo took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "We’re like worms crawling through the fabric of time, passing the flame along, strengthening ourselves little by little."

"No wonder..."

Li Mo always had a lingering sense that the events he went through were driven by an invisible hand. In truth, they were the results manipulated by countless versions of himself.

"I am me—and I am infinite."

Li Mo raised his gaze to the sky, the trepidation in his mind dissipated entirely.

Compared to the calamities brought by unknown entities, he was far more terrifying—a monster born of an accident, the destroyer of time.

Lost in thought, Li Mo’s skin began to reveal vast patterns of Dao Rhythms.

Normal Daoist Intent required layers of comprehension, starting from Sword Intent. But he mastered an entirely new type of Daoist Intent without any prior warning.

[Time]

Li Mo stood still, but it was as if countless ethereal shadows were splitting off from him.

Through the Daoist Intent of [Time], he could control time’s forward and backward motion to precise increments of one-tenth of a breath, while simultaneously simulating endless possibilities of what could occur.

The Daoist Intent nourished his soul, significantly enhancing all Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

The White Life Period Death Disease wasn’t completely overcome, but under the influence of the [Time] Daoist Intent, signs of improvement appeared in the decay of his soul.

"Hahaha, quite an unexpected delight."

Li Mo’s smile broadened. Crossing the White Life Period Death Disease as early as possible was good; after all, who knew when the final tribulation, the Death Disease, would erupt.

He dubbed the Ninth Tribulation the [Longevity Period Death Disease].

The Longevity Period Death Disease was the sole obstacle standing between Li Mo and transcending the boundary between immortals and mortals. But he didn’t believe such a mere affliction could stop him.

Li Mo released Heiwa’s Creation Book, which burrowed back into his Mud Pill Palace.

"Best of luck, Heiwa."

He slowly stepped out of Niu Village, where Zu Xiuyun was waiting by the official road.

"Immortal."

Li Mo climbed into the Immortal Suppressing Coffin. The White Life Period Death Disease was no longer a threat, so the following days would be spent consolidating his cultivation, along with researching the two types of Daoist Intents he presently wielded.

In the mortal world, further breakthroughs weren’t possible, nor was there any point in stressing over stagnation in cultivation.

Establishing a foothold in the Immortal Realm through the schemes of No-Life Mother was now the priority. This period of dormancy was the perfect chance to clarify his own cultivation system.

Zu Xiuyun stored the Immortal Suppressing Coffin within the Demon Cave of the Ten Thousand Demon Dao.

Li Mo had no intention of changing its placement. Since there had been no incidents in the previous timeline, the Demon Cave was clearly safely overlooked.

After setting up a Concealing Breath Array, Zu Xiuyun vanished from the Demon Cave.

Li Mo had already initiated his counteroffensive against the White Life Period Death Disease, deploying tens of thousands of Fake Soul Consciousnesses to meticulously cleanse the wounds on his Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

After a painstaking thousand years...

Li Mo successfully overcame the White Life Period Death Disease. Not only were his Three Souls and Seven Spirits unharmed, but they had become remarkably pure from the refinement caused by the affliction.

The transformation of his Three Dharma Body Spiritual Power into Immortal Spiritual Power, however, was notably slow.

Li Mo continuously absorbed vast amounts of Spiritual Energy, but the resulting Immortal Spiritual Power was minuscule.

Thankfully, after thousands of years of evolution, the Corpse Mountain Mini World had finally ascended into the rank of Immortal Artifacts.

The greatest transformation of the Immortal Artifact-grade Corpse Mountain Mini World came from its Spirit Vein. Within the depths of large Spirit Veins, Immortal Spirit Energy had begun to condense.

Rumble...

Earthquakes shook the mountain range.

Not long after, Li Mo saw several pieces of Immortal Spirit Stones emerging from the ground. Additionally, some Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects showed signs of advancing into "Immortal Materials."

Li Mo ceased to hoard his Innate Essence. Since the medicine power of the Nourishing Yuan Fruit had already lasted 200,000 years post-immortal ascension, he had nothing to lose.

He poured 100,000 years’ worth of Innate Essence into the Corpse Mountain Mini World at once. Immortal Spirit Stones multiplied, leading to the formation of two small-scale inferior quality Spirit Veins.

One vein produced ancient Immortal Spirit Energy; the other generated modern Immortal Spirit Energy.

Though the Immortal Spirit Energy Li Mo could absorb remained limited, it sufficed for daily cultivation—anything beyond that was unnecessary.

Within the Immortal Suppressing Coffin, Li Mo’s age unconsciously reached ten thousand years.

The Longevity Period Death Disease hadn’t erupted, as if it was conserving its strength.

Li Mo paid it no mind. When the time came, there would be a way through. There was no need to fret and disrupt his mental state.

"Oh?"

Li Mo abruptly opened his eyes, sensing the descent of an immortal into the mortal realm.

"It’s... Tian Chenzi. Heiwa has already finished exploring Rong Town’s secrets. Hmm, it seems Tian Chenzi took my suggestion back then."

The arriving Tian Chenzi was no longer chaotic or uncontrollable, having clearly seized his Lifebound Spirit Beast before his lifespan’s end. Successfully ascending to the Immortal Realm during the first Heaven and Earth Cataclysm, he had turned from a discarded piece to a pivotal one.

"The third move is made, hahahaha; it turns the entire game."

......

Tian Chenzi’s relic surveyed the area. Whether it was the gravely injured Tian Changwen or the wary artifact cultivators, all froze in place.

"With my True Void, I sense the wondrous existence."

Then Tian Chenzi’s relic returned to its original state, as though nothing had transpired.

The leading artifact cultivator’s uncontrollable mutation drew everyone’s attention. They all instinctively distanced themselves from the Inner City District, wary of its dangers.

Nobody noticed the shock etched into Tian Changwen’s face.

As the Grandmaster of the Heart Beast Sect, Tian Chenzi had mysteriously sent his thoughts to him, uttering words that made little sense.

Tian Changwen wanted to convey the words but found them deeply etched into his mind.

He muttered quietly in his heart.

"Creation... Creation Sect?"