The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

“Damn it, is that demon from the Great Yan Kingdom trying to drive us to extinction?”

An old man with a white beard, wearing a loose long robe, roared angrily, but a deep fear could be seen in the depths of his eyes.

Facing such power, they had no idea what to do.

Although it had only been a few hours since the light mask appeared, Gundo had already conducted experiments. Nothing could penetrate the light curtain, not even light itself.

What was terrifying was that the light mask not only trapped them but also continuously released high-energy radiation.

No one in the conference room spoke in response to the old man’s roar. They all hung their heads in silence.

After a long while.

Defeated, the old man sat down on a chair and asked with a last glimmer of hope:

“Have you contacted Big Bird Country? What did they say?”

“We… we’ve contacted them, but they said… we should take care of ourselves and warned us not to talk carelessly, otherwise, they would do more terrible things to us.”

A middle-aged man, with anger and resentment on his face, spoke in a mournful tone.

Hearing this.

The old man closed his eyes.

The people in the conference room felt even colder in their hearts. They felt like abandoned dogs with nowhere to go and no one to rely on, only able to wait helplessly for disaster to come.

Everyone knew that they… were finished!

On the other side.

Qingping Mountain.

Xuanqing sat cross-legged on a futon, his expression calm.

As for the events on Gundo, it was like eating and drinking for him, and he didn’t care about it at all.

Of course.

Although Gundo Honko was hateful, they were still capable of generating the power of faith as ‘people’. Moreover, he had always believed that it was not the race or the country that was evil, but the class system.

Because of this, after setting up the protective shield and returning the waste to them, he did not completely cut off their means of survival.

The Taoist temples on Gundo were the lifeline left for ordinary people. As for the evil class within Honko, none of them could escape and they had to be punished.

Admit your mistakes and stand up straight when you get beat!

“First, collect the incense, then completely transform the natural rules of the Water Blue Star, and as for Gundo Honko…we’11 deal with them slowly later!” Xuanqing’s face was calm.

After that.

His God Soul permeated through his body and covered the entire East Asia region without specifically focusing on the trapped Gundo.

“Gather!”

With a low shout, all the incense from the Taoist temples in the sky over the entire East Asian region surged like a pair of Five Elements hands controlling them, gathering together and floating towards the direction of the Great Yan Kingdom.

At the same time.

Feeling the movement, the cultivators’ spirits were lifted. No matter what they were doing at the moment, as long as it was not life-threatening, they immediately sat cross-legged and began to pray sincerely in their hearts.

It was still spreading that the cultivators who were fortunate enough to be blessed by the Main God Taichu after his last collection of incense.

The cultivators naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity, hoping to become the chosen lucky ones and praying even more energetically.

A moment later.

An extremely huge dense ball of incense gathered above Qingping Mountain.

This colossal incense made the entire space around Qingping Mountain twist. If anyone looked over with their eyes, they would find that this entire area had turned into a golden expanse.

“Recharge!”

Xuanqing’s divine soul wrapped around the incense and whispered silently in his heart.

The next moment.

[Beep….+4O99E Ingots!]

As the incense was recharged, a reminder from the quantifier sounded in his mind.

“Four thousand and ninety-nine billion?”

Xuanqing was slightly surprised.

You should know.

This was a whole four thousand and ninety-nine billion. If he used all these ingots to purchase the Chaos Eight Diagrams Furnace or the newly acquired Chaotic Oblivion Cauldron…

He could buy forty of them!

Imagine that.

If Taishang Laojun could see forty Chaos Eight Diagrams Furnaces laid out in front of him, what would his expression be like?

If Earth Queen Lady were to see that her precious Chaotic Treasure had suddenly turned into forty all at once, what kind of expression would she have?

Of course, he certainly wouldn’t do such a ridiculous thing as to convert all of his incense tributes into Chaotic Treasures.

“Now that the Yin-Yang Realms are complete, the main direction of my follow-up cultivation will be to rely on the absorption of the World Origin.”

“With so many Ingots… I really don’t know what to spend them on!”

For a moment.

Xuanqing fell silent.

Ever since he got the quantifier, his Ingots had never been enough. Every time his income increased, even greater expenses would emerge.

He just didn’t know…

Whether the next step of absorbing the World Origin would require the consumption of Ingots, and if it did, how much would it consume?

“Whether or not the consumption of Ingots can speed up my cultivation progress, I’ll know when it’s time to absorb.”

“Right now, what I need to do is improve the time ratios in Heavenly Court and Hell, so as to replace the laws of heaven and earth on Water Blue Star, making it easier to absorb.”

Xuanqing shook his head, thinking to himself.

The current origin of Water Blue Star is a unique substance called ‘Atoms.’ It is due to the collision and fusion of these unique ‘Atoms’, or their division, that nuclear fusion and fission occur.

And this ‘nuclear energy’ from nuclear fission and fusion, perhaps only the legendary ‘Godzilla’ would enjoy it.

After that.

Xuanqing held the whisk in his hand, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

At the Earth’s Core of Water Blue Star.

There are boiling magma churning all around and bizarre noises echoing continuously. If an ordinary person heard it, they might be terrified and unable to sleep for several days and nights.

Humming ~

Even in this terrifying region of the Earth’s Core, there are ripples in the space.

A Daoist Priest steps out from the ripples in the space, completely disregarding the magma, appearing in this area.

“Netherworld… open!”

As Xuanqing swung the whisk in his hand, magma bubbles burst in the surroundings. A door several meters long, emitting black smoke, appeared.

Whoosh –

He stepped into it.

Inside the Netherworld, in the Palace of King Yama.

After dealing with the disaster aura consecutively in the East Asia Sea region, the exhausted Huai Qingyun was lying on the table, taking a nap.

Suddenly.

The black Jade Seal on his waist became slightly hot, awakening him.

“Sir… Sir is here!”

Huai Qingyun subconsciously wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth, then disappeared from the spot with a teleportation.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the border of the Netherworld.

“Greetings, Sir!” Huai Qingyun made a respectful gesture with his hands clasped above his head towards his master.

“Mmm.”

Xuanqing nodded slightly and casually commanded, “Follow me to the deepest part of the Netherworld. It’s time to perfect the time rules of this Netherworld as my cultivation has greatly advanced.”

Upon hearing this,

Huai Qingyun was shocked.

His master’s cultivation had advanced greatly again. It was simply incredible that someone at his master’s level could still advance their cultivation so easily.

At the next moment,

The familiar feeling of spatial pressure enveloped him. He felt as if countless threads had wrapped around him, breaking through the space and disappearing from the spot. Undoubtedly, this was his master’s whisk.

Arriving at the deepest part of the Netherworld.

Compared to the various buildings in the Palace of King Yama, this place was incredibly empty and desolate. A gray haze filled the area with nothing in sight.

With an expressionless face, Xuanqing waved the whisk in his hand, scattering countless natural treasures.

Humming-

Originally gray space was suddenly filled with various Yin-attributed natural treasures, emitting clouds of black smoke.

Every time he held a banquet in the Game World, there would be Daoist Friends from the Netherworld sending local specialties, which were these Yin- attributed natural treasures.

Now, using these Yin-attributed natural treasures to construct the Eighteen Layers of Hell, they had indeed come in handy.

“Eighteen Layers of Hell, the First Layer: Tongue-removal Hell!”