Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 580 - 14 The Current Situation of the 6 Immortal Ancestors

Chapter 580: Chapter 14 The Current Situation of the 6 Immortal Ancestors

Li Mo scrutinized Chunyangzi.

Although Chunyangzi was merely a mortal, he carried an aura that made one’s heart jitter.

He stood motionlessly, seemingly fused with the Heavenly Dao itself, but upon closer examination, he appeared merely as a frail, aging man.

"Alright, I have a resting place out in the suburbs—join me for a drink."

"Where?"

Li Mo hesitated before answering, "At the foot of the mountain to the northwest, facing the shadow..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chunyangzi smiled faintly. The surrounding scenery blurred, and in an instant, the two appeared at the mouth of a cave.

Li Mo’s pupils contracted slightly.

He realized Chunyangzi had forcibly gathered his dispersing thoughts through sheer willpower, barely commanding the Word-to-law principle.

With the assistance of Word-to-law, Chunyangzi could effortlessly traverse the Immortal and Mortal Realms.

In a manner of speaking, Chunyangzi had momentarily become the foremost figure of both realms, surpassing even the Daluo True Immortals.

"Li Mo, your cave mansion is rather crude."

Chunyangzi glanced around; the interior was barren, with even stray beast fur remaining, a result of Li Mo deliberately avoiding unnecessary disturbances.

"These old cold legs of mine won’t tolerate such conditions," he grumbled.

"Perhaps, senior, you..."

Li Mo had barely begun conjuring the Doulu Tripod when Chunyangzi slightly shifted his thoughts. The mountain they stood upon broke free from the earth’s restraints, shooting into the heavens within a mere heartbeat and arriving above the clouds.

Layers of fiery-red clouds churned, while occasional deceitful objects emerged, oblivious to the sudden intrusion of a towering mountain.

"How do you like it? I’ve removed this mountain from the mortal world. Within a century, it will transform into an independent small world detached from the Immortal and Mortal Realms."

"Truly... magnificent," Li Mo remarked with a bitter smile, shaking his head. He noticed a few more crow’s feet at the corners of Chunyangzi’s eyes and sweat saturating his white hair.

Li Mo comprehended that commanding Word-to-law was not without cost.

Firstly, Chunyangzi must remain in his mortal form, as Word-to-law cannot alter oneself; even the smallest change in an organ could strip him of his mortal identity.

Due to his mortal frailty, Chunyangzi was exceedingly vulnerable.

His lifespan was nearing its end—organs deteriorating, an aging brain slowing his thoughts, adaptability plunging dramatically...

The unparalleled power of Chunyangzi’s Word-to-law derived purely from his extraordinary cognitive speed, which inevitably diminished his brain’s activity irrevocably after each use.

To put it simply, Chunyangzi already exhibited symptoms of early-stage dementia.

"Alas."

Li Mo sighed deeply.

He extracted inferior spiritual materials that produced no smoke when ignited, creating a hearth whose warmth enveloped the cave mansion. Chunyangzi huddled closer to the fire, blowing into his hands.

"Li Mo, you should be aware of how much time I have left, correct?"

"If you abstain from using Word-to-law, within three years you may begin losing memories, but you should still have fifteen years to reintegrate into the Tao without issue."

Chunyangzi sipped ginger wine, staring at Li Mo with a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Li Mo, don’t play dumb with me."

Li Mo, embarrassed, took a sip of his ginger wine and roasted nuts by the fire.

"What you hope I abandon, I cannot abandon. Damn it, just be honest with me—if I continue wielding Word-to-law, how long can I retain my consciousness?"

As Chunyangzi mentioned, only he could thwart the impending Heavenly disruption, and undoubtedly, Li Mo preferred the chaos to unfold in a controlled manner.

A mortal being capable of merging with the Heavenly Dao to mend the Mortal Realm could not harbor any selfish distractions.

The Chunyangzi of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who once belonged to the masses, had already evolved into someone with a saintly heart after traversing both the Immortal and Mortal Realms and witnessing worldly suffering.

"Six months."

Li Mo could estimate the time of mental deterioration through surgical calculations, but Chunyangzi’s physical condition was dire, and even Innate Essence could not prolong a mortal’s life beyond the Heavenly Person’s limit of one hundred forty years.

Moreover, he lacked confidence that Chunyangzi’s personality would remain unchanged after brain surgery.

"Six months, then."

Chunyangzi’s hand trembled as he gripped the wine jug briefly before steadying himself.

"Six months is sufficient. I’ll need your help in setting up the array formations."

"You can count on me."

Since reaching the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, Li Mo’s mastery of arrays had advanced considerably. Designing an array that reached the Heavenly Dao seemed unrealistic, but with Chunyangzi’s Word-to-law, the possibilities expanded.

The two conversed idly, and Li Mo noticed Chunyangzi’s spirit gradually easing.

The faint smell of sandalwood lingered within the cave mansion as Chunyangzi half-closed his eyes, as though ready to drift into slumber at any moment.

Suddenly.

Li Mo’s hackles rose.

The mountain surged uncontrollably upward, swiftly ascending the Nine Heavens in a terrifying trajectory toward the Endless Void. Li Mo was chilled to the bone.

"Haa~~"

Chunyangzi yawned, returning the mountain to its original position.

Li Mo’s clothes were drenched in cold sweat; had Chunyangzi lost control, he would have been torn to shreds or lost forever in the Endless Void.

"Apologies, Li Mo. I’m so old now—I tend to dream vividly when I sleep. That’s why it’s been ages since I’ve closed my eyes."

From nowhere, a dried leaf appeared in Chunyangzi’s hand.

After chewing on the leaf, his energy revived, and a sharp intensity unique to sword cultivators gleamed in his eyes.

Even so, sleeplessness, despite spiritual material nourishment, inflicted considerable damage on the brain.

Chunyangzi’s actions clearly served as a warning to Li Mo, cautioning against becoming enamored by the transcendent nature of Word-to-law and succumbing to mortal desires.

Little did Chunyangzi know that Li Mo had never considered pursuing Word-to-law but rather intended to leverage every opportunity to dismantle the source of the Heavenly disruption.

Chunyangzi muttered, "Perhaps the Heavenly Dao in the Immortal Realm is stronger, but constraints on Word-to-law are greater. Previously, I dozed for a while... upon waking, half of the Plague Palace had collapsed."

Li Mo swallowed hard; the Plague Palace was the residence of the Daluo Golden Immortal known as the Plague God.

Chunyangzi’s earlier escapade likely inflicted significant harm upon the Plague God—perhaps even leading to his demise. It was truly an unintentional disaster.

"Has the Immortal Realm already fallen into a state of disruption?"

"Almost."

Chunyangzi laughed coldly. "When mortals enter unfamiliar territory, they inevitably yearn for their homeland, triggering upheavals in the Immortal Realm."

"So the Immortal Realm is drawing closer to the Mortal Realm?"

"Not entirely. ’End of Dharma’ describes the situation better—Immortal Spirit Energy has grown scarce, and the Daluo Golden Immortals are too preoccupied to aid anyone else."

"What about the Immortal Ancestors?"

Chunyangzi swept his gaze over Li Mo with astonished eyes. "You seem well-informed. The Six Immortal Ancestors apparently clashed with the source of the Heavenly disruption."

"And now?"

Li Mo’s heartbeat quickened.

If the Six Immortal Ancestors confronted an unknown entity, it indicated a finite disparity between their powers. Otherwise, the subsequent Daluo Golden Immortals wouldn’t have become deceitful objects.

"The Three Taoist Ancestors are unaccounted for; they likely fled into the Endless Void. It’s plausible they suffered the gravest injuries—I even suspect a certain... mutation has occurred."

Li Mo frowned, speaking in a serious tone. "Why do you say that?"

Chunyangzi answered with lingering fear: "If you ever visit the former Taoist sanctum of the Three Taoist Ancestors, you’ll find three remarkably intact remnants with their true forms emerging from the backs."

Mutation?

Li Mo inhaled sharply, struggling to imagine the horror of an entity at the level of the Taoist Ancestors mutating into an unspeakable deceitful object.

"It’s rumored that two Buddhist Ancestors—one perished, one was injured—but I don’t have specific details. The Buddhist Sect’s territory outright prohibits non-believers from approaching."

"But there’s something odd as well." Chunyangzi chewed on a walnut and continued. "The Buddhist Sect seems to firmly believe the deceased Buddha will reincarnate and return to Nirvana, so their internal strife is minimal."

"And the Devil Sect?"

"I don’t know about the Demon Ancestor; he’s likely just injured. I’ve been to the Devil Sect’s border—they call it the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, created by the Demon Ancestor, which hasn’t diminished in size."

Li Mo absorbed the information regarding the Immortal Realm and grew increasingly resolute in his strategy.

If carefully harnessed, the Heavenly disruption could propagate from the Mortal Realm to the Immortal Realm, enabling a rise during a subsequent Heavenly upheaval.

Chunyangzi approached the cave’s entrance, gazing out at the boundless Cloud Sea.

"Li Mo, does what I do have meaning?"

Li Mo added a few logs to the fire. "Senior, why ask something like that?"

"Just a feeling... Even if the disruption vanishes, the Immortal and Mortal Realms will hardly remain tranquil for long. Perhaps a few thousand years later, chaos will reign again."

"It has meaning—of course it has meaning..."

"Understood."

Chunyangzi interrupted Li Mo, merely wanting reassurance in the response.

He had already deduced Li Mo’s origins from millennia ahead. Even if Li Mo saw him as a pawn, Chunyangzi was willing to lay down his life to pave paths for future generations.

"Li Mo, I’ve calculated the enduring limitations of my brain’s capacity for Word-to-law—if nothing unexpected arises, I’ll have enough for two grand aspirations."

"One will be used to establish this mountain, which shall help you detach from the causality of the disruption."

Li Mo respectfully responded, "Thank you, Senior Chunyangzi. This junior is deeply grateful."

"And the other? Have you made up your mind?"

Chunyangzi patted Li Mo’s head. Though yet to merge with the Heavenly Dao, Chunyangzi had clearly cast aside notions of life and death, emanating an inexplicably profound aura.

His comprehension of the Heavenly Dao exceeded Yu Xiao’s intent, reaching a historically unparalleled level.

Perhaps only such attainment prevented the Heavenly Dao from rejecting Chunyangzi.

"Senior Chunyangzi, are you certain about granting your final grand aspiration to me? It could be reserved for the Heavenly Sword Sect instead."

"No need."

Chunyangzi declared resolutely, "The Heavenly Sword Sect is merely a small self compared to the greater self that is the world. To keep one’s mind pure, one must seek the greater self."

Li Mo recalled the eerie Heavenly Dao of future generations, which hadn’t spiraled out of control entirely thanks to Chunyangzi’s efforts to stabilize it.

"Stop dawdling."

"I won’t interfere with your choice—even if you pursue personal immortality, so be it."

Chunyangzi curiously observed as Li Mo placed a massive Buddhist tripod measuring over ten meters within the cave.

"And this is..."

"The Buddhist Sect’s Doulu Tripod."

"Well, well, well—this is near-immortal grade Doulu Tripod. The Buddhist Sect always claimed it was stolen by demon cultivators, yet here it is in your possession."

"Speak."

Chunyangzi studied the Doulu Tripod closely.

Li Mo, his gaze unwavering, declared, "My desired grand aspiration is..."

"For the Buddha to reincarnate within the Doulu Tripod."