I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Chapter 374 The Gate of the Divine Realm_2

“Breakthrough the realm!”

Yuan Ding said, “A True God lives for five thousand years; surpassing that of the true immortal. Naturally, one would not decay after breaking through to a Celestial God.”

The elder couldn't help but gasp for breath. Anyone stuck at the same realm for thousands of years, seeing their life and path about to extinguish, would inevitably become profoundly agitated. “Your Majesty, please command me, this old servant will exhaust all efforts!”

Yuan Ding said, “The two of us are not enough. At least ten True Gods must join hands to open the gate to the Immortal Realm.”

“The gate to the Immortal Realm?”

The elder pondered for a moment, then said, “Is this the ascension method to the Immortal Realm?”

“Ascension? Hahaha, that is but a lie fabricated by the Cultivation World. Oh, one must not simply speak of the Cultivation World, as there are far too many such worlds in the endless sea of realms!”

Yuan Ding said, “What we need to do is not ascend to the Cultivation World but to summon people from the Immortal Realm to our world. As the contributors who open the realm's gate, we will naturally obtain the method for promotion.”

The elder was not clear about the endless sea of realms, but upon hearing of summoning people to descend, he immediately understood Yuan Ding's approach.

“Won't this make us lapdogs of the Immortal Realm?”

Yuan Ding stated, “What's the difference between being a lapdog after ascending to the Cultivation World and becoming one in the Immortal Realm?”

The elder shook his head and said, “In the mortal world, I still have my nation and descendants. Moreover, this is the world that gave birth to me, and its kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain!”

Yuan Ding asked in confusion, “You're a person who is about to die; do you still care about these things?”

“It's going to cost extra!”

The elder stated firmly, “It's not just about the method to break through to a Celestial God. I also desire to go to the Immortal Realm and train under the feet of a Supreme God; I do not wish to be a Loose Cultivator without a foundation.”

Yuan Ding nodded and said, “Rest assured. Offering the faith of a world's living beings is greatly beneficial to the Immortal Realm. We will surely receive endless rewards.”

“That's good then.”

The elder had his doubts but, with his lifespan nearing its end, he wasn't concerned about what disasters it might cause. “I will immediately connect with several fellow daoists and construct the gate to the Immortal Realm, paving a new path of ascension for all beings!”

“For all beings…”

Yuan Ding muttered to himself, finding these three words profoundly mysterious, as they could be explained in any way one acted.

“Remember to bring the Spiritual Objects, the more the better. We need to construct an altar.”

The new Celestial Emperor ascended the throne for ten years.

He had all Yuan Ding's followers arrested cleanly, and the Cultivation World essentially returned to stability. Occasionally, some bold cultivators would curse the new emperor for having no shame, not even allowing people to speak!

Fifty years after the ascension.

The Celestial Emperor, following the opinion of various gods, gradually cancelled many heavenly decrees.

The Cultivation World slowly recovered its prosperity. Feeling the environment more relaxed than before, cultivators began to sing praises of the Celestial Emperor again.

In reality, the repealed decrees were just inconsequential rules.

Key points such as the Immortal Register and the sects saw no relaxation, to maintain a stable grip on the Heavenly Court's power.

Disciples of the three teachings once criticized Yuan Ding, stating he hindered the flourishing discovery of the Cultivation World with his strict control over the Immortal Register. Now, with the Heavenly Court run by the three teachings, they became even stricter in their inspection.

Many things remain the same once you sit on that throne; the decisions made are identical!

In the year 4102 of the Celestial Emperor's reign.

The Heavenly Pond.

Yuan Ding had sat withered for a hundred years, not catching any fish.

This news, once it spread to the Cultivation World, caused quite a stir, with some criticizing the Celestial Emperor for being heartless.

At this time.

Several figures appeared, each one an old person with gray hair and bodies wrapped in gray and black death qi.

“Your Majesty, everything is ready.”

Yuan Ding gently swayed his fishing rod; with a flick, he fished out a creature influenced by the aura of a True God, which had transformed into the form of a koi.

“Sooner rather than later. My fellow daoists can't wait any longer. Let's eat then!”

He slowly stood up, revealing the nine-layered Incense Treasure Wheel materializing behind his head.

The dozen or so elders did the same. Through thousands of years of cultivating incense, they each had a few layers of the Incense Treasure Wheel to various extents, which nearly represented strength and status in the Heavenly Court.

Hum!

The nine-zhang tall altar, crafted from top-tier Spiritual Objects, was placed in the center of the Heavenly Pond. The water rapidly dried up, revealing countless Spiritual Objects laid out at the bottom.

“Let us cast spells together.”

Yuan Ding channeled his Divine Power into the altar, which erupted with dazzling divine light.

The numerous True Gods applied their spells, using secret techniques they had practiced many times to merge all their incense divine power into one.

An immeasurable amount of incense Divine Power was activated, and a light screen appeared atop the altar, gradually solidifying to resemble two tightly closed grand doors.

Yuan Ding gazed at the light doors with surprise, having long known how to open the gates of the divine realm, yet by harnessing the Reincarnation Technique through a stolen body, one could achieve another form of Everlasting Immortality.

Therefore, Yuan Ding kept this method to himself, focused solely on eternally occupying the position of the Heavenly Emperor, wielding the authority over the Cultivation World, displaying no interest in those from the divine realm.

“Damn it, you're all forcing me into this!”

Yuan Ding considered himself to have contributed to the Cultivation World unlike any other in four thousand years and should have been the destined Emperor to reign supreme forever.

Yet fate played tricks on him, forcing him to upset the table!

“If I can't be the Heavenly Emperor, then no one can! Let's all become dogs of the divine realm!”

Originally a True God, Yuan Ding accidentally fell to this world. He understood the governance structure of the divine realm well. The superior gods viewed all other gods below them as nothing more than hounds gathering incense power.

The sole Ancient God in the divine realm regarded the entire realm and its subjugated worlds as a ranch, with living beings as the fenced livestock.

This was why Yuan Ding, after falling to this world, was reluctant to open the gates to the divine realm and why he was so obsessed with the authority of the Heavenly Emperor, influenced by the structure of the divine realm.

“Originally, I wanted to be a good person,”

Yuan Ding said with a cold gaze, continuing to channel the incense Divine Power until the light doors were completely solidified.

“Open!”

Yuan Ding formed a spell in his hands, and a series of spiritual lights fell upon the light doors.

With creaking sounds, the doors opened a crack. Space twisted and collapsed all around, and an endless Void Gang Wind blew out from within.

The True Gods had incense power protecting their bodies, easily resisting the winds while keenly sensing the world behind the fissure.

Vast and boundless, it seemed like the Immortal Realm!

A True God asked, “Is this the divine realm?”

“Just a glimpse, not enough to bridge the two worlds,”

Yuan Ding replied, “Continue casting, my fellow daoists. Once the gate to the divine realm stabilizes, the divine realm's people can handle the rest. We just need to wait for our reward!”

Hearing this, the gods released the Divine Power within them like a torrent, pouring it into the altar.

The gate to the divine realm slowly opened!

“Huh?”

A voice came from within, as a giant pupil appeared behind the gate to the divine realm.

The pupil filled the entire gate, dark as a colossal Eye of Divine Retribution, looking down on the offerings of the mortal believers.

Yuan Ding fell to his knees with a thud, bringing his arms together, performing a ritual foreign to this world, and said devoutly, “Great deity, this world has billions of followers offering incense. I am willing to offer it to the divine realm as a tributary!”

“You have done well and may serve as a deity beneath me.”

Pleasure flickered in the pupil, and an authoritative voice came from the gate.

Just as Yuan Ding was about to speak further, the sky tore open, and a red-hot iron rod thundered towards the divine realm's gate, thoroughly closing the previously opened crack.

A roar of anger came from behind the gate, but the distance between the two realms was too vast, even for a main god to do anything about it!

Yuan Ding, his face contorted with anger, exclaimed, “Sun Changsheng, it's you again!”

Sun Changsheng emerged from the rift in space, shouldering his God-Beating Stick, and said with a grin, “I, Old Sun, am fated with the fellow daoist. Today, we shall get intimately acquainted.”

Yuan Ding shouted angrily, “My fellow daoists, let's join forces and take him down–”

Hearing this, over a dozen True Gods tactfully left the Heavenly Pond and silently watched Sun Changsheng engage in a magical duel with Yuan Ding.

Yuan Ding said coldly, “Aren't you afraid of dying and your dao disappearing?”

An elderly man spoke up, “We fear immediate death even more, and the Heavens revealing the divine will suggests that as long as we obediently abide, we may be given a chance to reincarnate.”

“You treacherous Heaven, why?”

Yuan Ding let out a roar of frustration, unable to understand where he had lost.

Sun Changsheng chuckled, “What's there to not understand, fellow daoist? I'll send you to Heaven myself for a good inquiry!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the God-Beating Stick thundered towards Yuan Ding.

Yuan Ding deployed ninefold divine lights to protect himself, which shattered instantly, and the God-Beating Stick reduced his divine body to dust.

“Without the Investiture of the Gods imbuing strength, this sort of ordinary immortal is something I, Old Sun, can defeat ten of!”

Sun Changsheng did not wait for Yuan Ding's divine body to recover, striking violently towards a certain void in space, immediately followed by a wail of pain.

The magical battle continued for days on end, or rather, Yuan Ding endured days of a beating.

Barely alive, Yuan Ding's eyes flickered with despair and ruthlessness as he prepared to detonate his True God soul, intending to drag the entire Heavenly Court down with him.

The sky split open, and the Demon Suppression Tower came crashing down, sealing the True God soul within.

Sun Changsheng waved his hand to collect the altar and the gate to the divine realm, tore through the void, and vanished.

Chapter end

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