Chapter 148 ·The Great Heavenly and Earthly Calamity Sweeps Across the Myriad Heavens of This World

Time ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍was like a blade, cutting down heaven’s favored sons. Time was like an arrow, shooting down heroic figures.

Six ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍years.

To ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍cultivators, it was merely the flick of a finger.

One ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍session of secluded cultivation, one enlightenment of the Dao, and it passed.

But ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍for the mortals of the mundane world, who were born in the morning and died by night, six years already meant two or three thousand sunrises and sunsets.

Over ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍these six years, the Spirit Realm had changed greatly.

After the death of the Bull Demon Demon King, the demon underlings scattered throughout the lands lost their backbone and instantly became loose sand.

Lion Camel Ridge in the Western Wasteland was jointly exterminated by righteous path sects from various regions.

Afterward, each force selected favorable locations to establish branch divisions for their sects.

The cities in the Southern Region once occupied by the demon race were reclaimed one after another.

Those humans fortunate enough to survive were rescued from the camps and finally saw daylight again.

They knelt upon the ground, crying bitterly as they kowtowed in gratitude to the heavens.

Meanwhile, the righteous path forces throughout the Central Lands and Eastern Continent also seized this opportunity to expand aggressively.

After all, everyone knew how to kick someone while they were down.

Of course, not all demons were exterminated completely.

Those demon races who behaved themselves and did not consume human flesh could still survive so long as they hid away.

After all, righteous path cultivators also cared about appearances. At least publicly, they still had to uphold the virtue of cherishing life beneath heaven.

Thus, over these six years, the structure of the Spirit Realm was completely reshuffled.

The power of the demon race declined greatly, while the power of humanity surged.

Those mortals once treated as food by the demon race could finally breathe easier.

Without great demons slaughtering cities every so often, mortal life improved greatly.

Wastelands were cultivated into fertile fields. Villages expanded into towns. Towns developed into cities.

Children born into the world could now grow up peacefully.

Mortals began to flourish and multiply, and the mortal world’s atmosphere of daily life became far richer than before.

Of course, not all righteous path cultivators were saints.

There were countless hypocrites, and even more who behaved one way publicly and another privately.

But at the very least, they still wanted face.

Before the eyes of the world, they had to maintain the appearance of compassion for all living beings.

As for bullying mortals—cultivators with even the slightest ambition found such things beneath them.

After all, what profit could mortals possibly provide?

......

Supreme Creation Lesser Luo Grotto Heaven.

Within Longevity Hall, clouds and mist swirled.

Gu Yan sat cross-legged atop a cloud couch and slowly opened his eyes.

Lowering his gaze, he looked at his own hands.

Distinct joints. Long and jade-like fingers.

His cultivation had already reached True Immortal Fourth Layer.

He broke through one year ago.

Now, he was eight hundred and forty-nine years old.

Still steadily advancing one minor True Immortal realm every six years.

Stable beyond compare.

Gu Yan withdrew his gaze and casually waved a hand.

The Haotian Mirror appeared before him, reflecting the state of the Spirit Realm.

Although he spent much of these six years cultivating, he also frequently used the Haotian Mirror to observe the Spirit Realm’s situation.

After all, the Immortal King behind the Bull Demon Demon King always lingered in the back of his mind.

However, after observing for six years, the Spirit Realm’s situation had only improved further.

The Southern Region’s greatest scourge, the Myriad Tribulations Demon Sect, had been destroyed by the Bull Demon Demon King.

And the Bull Demon Demon King, in turn, had been killed by Nether Soul.

As for the remaining lesser demons and strange creatures, they were jointly suppressed by righteous path forces from every region. Some died, some fled, and some surrendered.

The current Spirit Realm truly presented a flourishing scene.

Gu Yan looked at the mortal cities within the Haotian Mirror, where cooking smoke curled gently into the sky, and at the mortals laboring in the fields. His expression remained calm.

This was good.

Watching it made him feel at ease as well.

After observing the Spirit Realm, Gu Yan directed his gaze higher.

Toward the Immortal Realm.

With a slight movement of his thoughts, the image within the Haotian Mirror suddenly shifted.

Clouds churned while immortal palaces appeared faintly within the mist.

Gu Yan’s gaze sharpened slightly as he began searching through the boundless Immortal Realm for that figure.

That bull.

That Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King.

Long ago, he had already learned the other party’s identity through the Haotian Mirror.

The Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King was one of the Immortal Realm’s overlords, possessing mid-stage Immortal King Realm cultivation.

It was said that this demon possessed extraordinary natural talent. The vertical eye upon his forehead could see through falsehood, while his single leg rooted him as steadily as a mountain.

Even within the Immortal Realm, he was considered a notable figure.

Gu Yan activated the Haotian Mirror, attempting to deduce what exactly this old bull had been plotting.

To spend ten thousand years arranging pieces within the Spirit Realm, his plans were certainly no small matter.

However, the mirror surface blurred.

Nothing could be seen clearly.

Gu Yan slightly raised his brows.

As expected, Immortal King Realm experts were not so easy to perceive through.

He was not anxious, merely increasing the deduction level of the Haotian Mirror several times over.

Still blurred.

He raised it again.

Still blurred.

Gu Yan looked toward the Haotian Mirror, his brows gradually knitting together.

This Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure had seemingly grown weaker in its ability to peer into the Immortal Realm over recent years.

Previously, whenever he wanted to see somewhere, a simple turn of the mirror would reveal everything clearly.

But now...

Gu Yan’s thoughts stirred once more as he attempted to peer into a familiar location within the Immortal Realm.

The image within the mirror was far blurrier than before.

He tried several more locations.

The result remained the same.

Gu Yan’s expression sharpened slightly.

Something was wrong.

Raising a hand, he activated the true might of the Haotian Mirror and began deducing heavenly secrets.

Within the mirror, countless images flashed rapidly past.

Moments later, a flicker appeared within Gu Yan’s eyes.

So that was it.

The problem was not with the Haotian Mirror.

The problem lay with the Immortal Realm itself.

Looking at the result reflected within the Haotian Mirror, Gu Yan’s brows gradually relaxed, though a trace of solemnity emerged.

The Immortal Realm was about to undergo great upheaval.

When heaven emitted killing intent, stars shifted and constellations changed.

When earth emitted killing intent, dragons and snakes rose from the land.

When man emitted killing intent, heaven and earth overturned.

And now, the heavenly secrets of the Immortal Realm were in chaos, hidden killing intent lurking everywhere.

An immense calamity aura was spreading outward from the depths of the Immortal Realm, enveloping the entire heavens.

The reason the Haotian Mirror’s ability to peer into heavenly secrets had weakened was precisely because the heavenly secrets had become chaotic, greatly increasing the difficulty of deduction.

It was like a once-calm water surface suddenly erupting into monstrous waves. Naturally, one could no longer clearly see what lay beneath the water.

Gu Yan continued his deductions.

From them, he learned that the scale of this coming calamity in the Immortal Realm would not be small.

It was said that once every 129,600,000-year great cycle, a great heavenly and earthly calamity would descend.

This calamity was not limited to a single realm. It originated from the source itself, sweeping across the myriad heavens of this world. Nothing could escape it, and no one could avoid it.

One great cycle equaled 129,600 years.

And now, the next great calamity was not far away.

Before the calamity descended, signs would always appear.

Chaotic heavenly secrets were merely the first stage.

Afterward, all kinds of strange phenomena would emerge continuously.

Until one certain moment—

When the calamity truly descended.

At that time, countless immortals would perish body and Dao alike, while countless forces would be annihilated into ash.

And that Three-Eyed One-Legged Bull Demon Immortal King’s ten-thousand-year arrangement within the Spirit Realm was likely also for the sake of obtaining a thread of survival within this great calamity—or perhaps to seize sufficient benefits.

Gu Yan looked at the chaos reflected within the Haotian Mirror and remained silent for a long time.

No wonder.

No wonder the Spirit Realm stage had become so lively over these past centuries.

The demonic sect of the Southern Region. The demon chaos of the Western Wasteland...

Wave after wave, one after another.

So all of those had merely been the prelude.

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