Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 591 - 25: How Dare Such Insignificant Fools Occupy the Ancestor Court

Chapter 591: Chapter 25: How Dare Such Insignificant Fools Occupy the Ancestor Court

The massive Sword Shuttle lay half-exposed above ground before shattering into fragments.

From within emerged cultivators in utter disarray, their expressions resembling those who had seen ghosts; Ye Zhuo Daoist repeatedly slapped his face.

The Cave God’s Eye on Li Mo’s forehead opened wide, meticulously observing the Ancestor Court.

Simultaneously, the Creation Book surged forth with memories related to the Ancestor Court, including methods to ascend to the Immortal Realm, though the time had long since rendered them obsolete.

"Human or ghost..."

The Jing Shen’s expression turned solemn as he scrutinized the sudden appearance of Li Mo. However, Li Mo had already reined in his aura, revealing nothing for the time being.

He couldn’t help but feel wary, noticing a slight alleviation in his blood and flesh mutation.

The Incense Fire Immortal had controlled the Ancestor Court for over five thousand years, gaining clarity about Kong Yong’s causality in arriving here. What they feared most was the exiled immortal behind him, leading them to continuously retreat when facing the Twelve Immortals.

Back when the world underwent catastrophic changes, the Incense Fire Immortal understood that the Immortal Realm had not been spared, forcing numerous immortals to escape inexplicably into the mortal world.

Since the exiled immortal backing Kong Yong chose to arrange matters in the Ancestor Court, it implied that the descent into the mortal realm might have been deliberate.

The existence involved behind this was terrifying to contemplate.

"Who are you? Could you also have once been an Upper Immortal of the Heavenly Gate?"

A long, slender neck stretched forward as the Incense Fire Immortal known as the Stone God tentatively asked, though he couldn’t sense any threat from Li Mo.

"No Immortal Record, where would an Upper Immortal come from?"

Maggot-shaped Silkworm Immortal widened his misshapen eyes and declared firmly: "I don’t see any traces left by the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm. He certainly isn’t a True Immortal who descended here..."

Jing Shen’s flesh and bones shattered, and he hurriedly exclaimed: "Since that’s the case, best we eliminate these variables at once before they disrupt the Little Immortal Realm and usher in disaster."

The Incense Fire Immortal, after his initial seriousness, gradually grew indifferent, as though Li Mo in the distance had already become fish on the chopping board.

The cultivators couldn’t hide their panic, but the Twelve Immortals quickly subdued them.

Locking their gazes upon Li Mo, he too studied the Incense Fire Immortals intently, his intrigued expression seemingly assessing his prey.

"Heh, a bunch of rats clinging to life dare to call themselves immortals."

A flash of killing intent crossed Li Mo’s eyes as he discerned that the Incense Fire Immortals maintained their spiritual wisdom solely by body-seizing the bodies of Plant Tree Cultivators.

The Plant Tree Cultivators of the Ancestor Court were also influenced by the Incense Fire Immortals, their spiritual wisdom blunt, not something achieved overnight.

"Good, very good."

"You Incense Fire Immortals don’t want to act as human beings, do you?"

Li Mo reached out to the Plant Tree Cultivators, locating the hidden Zhang Guo and He Guo.

The two emerged from the soil as soon as they noticed Li Mo.

"Immortal, our spiritual wisdom grows challenging and slow. Many of our comrades have reverted into spiritual materials, their injuries irreparable."

"Hm."

Li Mo strolled toward Jing Shen, signaling Zhang Guo and He Guo to scatter the Plant Tree Cultivators.

The Plant Tree Cultivators fled in all directions, and any grass, wood, or stone they detached from withered visibly at an astonishing speed.

The cultivators still hadn’t responded, wondering if Li Mo was truly a True Immortal. How else could he leap from the Mahayana Realm to the rank of True Immortal?

The atmosphere grew tense; Incense Fire Immortal began doubting his perception due to Li Mo’s unwavering and overconfident demeanor.

They oscillated, trying to probe further.

"You junior, I don’t know your relation with the so-called exiled immortal, but today’s fault isn’t yours. How about this, we leave twelve immortal bodies in the Little Immortal Realm, and you return to the mortal world along your original path."

As Jing Shen finished speaking, Li Mo braced his legs with sudden force.

"So much nonsense. You’ll die, and I want as little conversation with my food as possible, lest I grow merciful."

Boom.

The earth cracked.

Li Mo instantly vanished, terrifying waves of qi-blood poured forth like a tangible flood, leaving cultivators unable to meet their eyes directly.

"You..."

"Quick, quick, stop him, he’s—he’s not right!"

Jing Shen was struck dumb, only to feel a crushing blow upon his head the next moment.

Li Mo transformed into the Buddha Demon Dharma Body. A colossal divine statue appeared mid-air, grasping a miniature cosmos spun out of the Artifact Pill Dharma Body. The Symbiotic Dharma Body coiled around its neck, oscillating between reality and illusion.

Silkworm Immortal let out a piercing scream: "A True Immortal! He attained immortality in the mortal world!!"

"The mortal world lacks Immortal Spirit Energy; how could anyone become an Immortal, aaaaaaa!!!"

The aura of a True Immortal was fully unveiled.

Li Mo drove his Qi Blood Sword Intent, pulling the entirety of Jing Shen’s flesh and blood into his brain.

"Ugh."

Jing Shen’s head swelled without warning, pus and blood spewed out in all directions. Then, with a muffled sound, his flesh and bones exploded into a slurry of gore and shards.

"Collect!"

Li Mo’s palm turned the Artifact Pill Dharma Body, drawing Jing Shen’s remains into the Cosmic Furnace.

The Cosmic Furnace spun around the Artifact Pill Dharma Body, transforming flesh and bone into resources, channeling Immortal Spirit Energy into the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

"Impressive—the Incense Fire Immortals truly make for a grand feast."

Silkworm Immortal’s pupils shrank; his bloated body crawled desperately toward Jianmu, willing to risk death in the mortal realm if it meant clinging to life.

Li Mo flicked the Yin Yang Jade Bottle, leaving Silkworm Immortal with nothing but a mutilated corpse.

The other Incense Fire Immortals witnessed this, abandoning all thoughts of resistance, their minds fixated solely on escape—only to follow the others into oblivion.

Their deaths were brutally grotesque, no longer resembling Incense Fire Immortals.

Anyone doubting whether these figures were simply bizarre-looking birds and beasts wouldn’t find objections.

Li Mo’s actions inspired illusions in the cultivators, imagining they too could accomplish such feats.

"Don’t kill me!!!"

The last Incense Fire Immortal collapsed to his knees.

"I only sought refuge from the world’s upheaval within the Little Immortal Realm. You can take whatever you want—yes, yes, I know where Kong Yong’s Seal resides! Please don’t kill me..."

They referred to the Ancestor Court as the Little Immortal Realm, evidently intent on long-term habitation.

Unbeknownst to them, once the Immortal and Mortal Realms descended into irreparable ruin, the Ancestor Court wouldn’t escape unscathed—its fate likely even worse than mortals.

Li Mo impatiently rubbed his ear, releasing Taoist Intent [Loss].

The Incense Fire Immortal stood frozen; in his eyes unfolded countless epochs, from the days of his mortality, watching his once-recovered wife playing joyfully with their children.

As Taoist Intent [Loss] faded, the Incense Fire Immortal’s expression was consumed by despair.

His mouth opened slightly, choosing to sever his own life force.

His lifeless corpse was swept into the Artifact Pill Dharma Body; the power of Taoist Intent [Loss] was utterly terrifying, annihilating consciousness at a primordial level.

"Unfulfilling."

Li Mo shook his head slightly, finding he hadn’t even tested one-tenth of his strength. The gap between Incense Fire Immortals and True Immortals was simply insurmountable.

Under the watchful gaze of the cultivators, the Ancestor Court was left devoid of Incense Fire Immortals.

No one doubted any longer whether Li Mo was truly at the level of a True Immortal. Strength of such magnitude ruled out the possibility of being a False Immortal.

Li Mo retrieved his Three Dharma Bodies while sensing the Incense Fire Immortals dissolving into nourishment.

Various techniques filled his mind, though they were all rooted in mundane Taoist inheritances—a reason why Incense Fire Immortals were never recognized by the Immortal Realm.

Li Mo hovered in mid-air, surveying the Ancestor Court.

The Plant Tree Cultivators had nearly all reached the Nascent Soul Stage, with some advancing into the Divine Separation Stage; six even approached the Void Refining Stage.

Zhang Guo and He Guo had achieved Body Integration Realm.

Though the path of cultivation for Plant Tree Cultivators was slow, the trials of millennia had refined them into a force comparable to large sects.

Li Mo had no intention of relying on Plant Tree Cultivators for assistance in the Immortal Realm, but they were more than adequate for sustaining the resources of the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

He pointed to a spot within the Ancestor Court, breaking apart an array left behind by the Incense Fire Immortals.

"Thank you for your intervention, Immortal!"

Kong Yong, covered in wounds, crawled out from it.

It was evident that Kong Yong had initially fared well within the Ancestor Court, his cultivation already advancing to the Mahayana Realm, with the traces of the Death Disease appearing faint.

Later, he likely roused the slumbering Incense Fire Immortals by mistake, plunging things into chaos.

"Immortal, this disciple dared not slacken for a moment across ten thousand years. Now that you return to the Upper Realm, I am willing to offer myself wholly as your servant."

Kong Yong looked toward Li Mo, marveling that after ten millennia, the latter remained unchanged without any signs of infection from the Death Disease.

"Where is It Corpse?"

Li Mo reached out to Da Ai Mi Tian, detecting that It Corpse was absent from the Ancestor Court.

Kong Yong said gravely: "The Incense Fire Immortals noticed Mistress It Corpse’s Immortal Techniques under your protection and, fearing her, sent her collectively to the Immortal Realm."

Li Mo squinted. Luckily, It Corpse appeared to be safe for now.

Cancer cells lacked Five Senses, but they affirmed that It Corpse was in a secure environment, its cultivation reaching Perfect Transcendance Tribulation Stage.

"Master."

Zu Xiuyun respectfully saluted Li Mo.

Expressions varied among the Twelve Immortals, particularly Yu Xiao, whose Sword Intent spilled forth uncontrollably—but they quickly restrained it and extended their salutations.

Having seen the fate of the Incense Fire Immortals, neither the cultivators nor the Twelve Immortals dared harbor objections.

With the presence of an authentic True Immortal, even venturing into an unknown Immortal Realm promised greater safety.

Moreover, words from the Incense Fire Immortals hinted that the Ancestor Court’s arrangements had persisted for ten thousand years. Could Li Mo be the reincarnation of an exiled immortal, regaining his cultivation on the way toward the Immortal Realm?

Zu Xiuyun hesitantly asked: "Master, when shall we head toward the Immortal Realm next?"

"Rest for two or three centuries; strive to ascend to the Fake Immortal Stage during this time, or you won’t adapt to the harsh conditions of today’s Immortal Realm." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Li Mo absorbed the memories of the Incense Fire Immortals, glimpsing an Immortal Realm reduced to ruins.

The cultivators, led by the Twelve Immortals, began gathering the resources left behind by the Incense Fire Immortals, erecting temporary cave mansions in the clearing near Jianmu.

Li Mo summoned his Salamander.

The thousand-meter-long Salamander descended onto the Ancestor Court, its scale armor etched with traces of the Great Tao—evidence that the Tattooed Beast had reached True Immortal level.

The Salamander burrowed into the soil, its vitality nourishing the twelve Jianmu trees.

Li Mo further offered Innate Essence for sustenance, prompting the twelve Jianmu trees to coalesce, their trunks growing sturdier and steadily extending upward.

With It Corpse guiding them from the Immortal Realm, Jianmu’s search for direction would be far easier.

Ye Zhuo Daoist noticed Li Mo pondering over Jianmu and couldn’t help but sidle up.

"Heh heh, Senior Brother Taiyi, now that you’ve attained immortality, surely you have some elixirs for instant ascension? Let your junior have a taste!"

"No elixirs—but I could offer you a taste of an Incense Fire Immortal’s corpse. Interested?"

Ye Zhuo Daoist grinned awkwardly, waving it off.

"You’ll ascend with me. How could I be stingy with resources? Very well, I’ll show you firsthand the means by which a True Immortal shapes creation itself."

The cultivators turned their gaze toward Li Mo; his generosity was notorious.