Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

158: Chapter 158 The Demon Realm, the Demon Ancestor’s Incarnation Descends!Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, Mount Buzhou.

The ten days of preaching had concluded, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

On the mountain path, the crowd flowed like water, descending slowly.

Inside the Hall of Longevity.

Gu Yan’s figure appeared out of thin air, landing before the window.

He watched the crowd on Mount Buzhou move further and further away, his expression indifferent.

Come to think of it, most of what he had preached over these ten days was simply common knowledge regarding cultivation.

From the Qi Refining Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm, from Soul Transformation to the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

The key points, essentials, and precautions for every Realm.

These things could be explained by any random Cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

But, it all depends on who is doing the talking.

For example.

With the same recipe, a Mortal chef would only produce ordinary food, enough to fill one’s stomach.

But if an Ancient Food God were to prepare it personally, it would be Dragon liver and Phoenix marrow, which could increase one’s cultivation and extend one’s life upon consumption.

With the same boxing technique, a martial arts instructor would only perform it as a routine for strengthening the body.

But if a martial arts Grandmaster were to unleash it, it would be a deadly technique capable of splitting stone and taking lives.

That is the difference.

What is Gu Yan’s current Realm?

Eighth Level True Immortal.

At his level, even a casual sentence contained insights into the Dao and its laws.

Every word and every sentence carried his own Immortal Origin energy, seeping into the listeners’ minds like a gentle spring breeze bringing rain.

Those so-called common knowledge points, when spoken by him, were no longer simple pieces of information.

They were the Dao.

They were his understanding of this path, his insights into Heaven and Earth, and the validation of his cultivation.

That is the difference.

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Demon Realm.

In the deepest part of the Southern Region, a place surrounded by mountains.

The terrain here was treacherous, with mountains that looked as if they had been carved by blades and axes, piercing straight into the clouds.

The mountains were shrouded in mist all year round; the mist was grayish-black and carried a pungent, foul stench.

If a Mortal of this Realm were to inhale a single breath, they would bleed from their seven orifices and die instantly.

Even ordinary Demon Race Cultivators would not dare to stay here for long without protection.

Between the mountains, there was a flat valley.

In the center of the valley stood a massive altar.

The altar was octagonal and built entirely from pitch-black boulders, with every stone carved full of twisted formation patterns.

Those formation patterns faintly glowed, emitting an eerie and cold aura.

Dozens of figures stood around the altar.

All of them were Demon Race.

The person at the lead had a tall figure, possessed six eyes, and a deep aura, with Devilish Qi surging around his body; he was clearly an Old Ancestor of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Behind him stood seven or eight figures with slightly weaker auras, but they were also of the Mahayana Realm.

Further out, dozens of Demon Race guards in the Void Refining Realm surrounded the altar.

At the center of the altar.

A young girl of the Demon Race knelt on the ground.

Her figure was slender, she had silver-white fur, and her ears were pointed and long.

But at this moment, the girl’s appearance could hardly be called pleasant.

Thick vines grew out from the cracks in the altar’s stones, tightly wrapping around her.

Those vines were covered in sharp barbs that pierced deep into her flesh.

Her silver-white fur was stained red with blood in large patches, matted into strands and sticking to her body.

The girl kept her head lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

Only her occasionally trembling body indicated that she was still alive.

At the edge of the altar, the six-eyed Demon Race Old Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the girl, his eyes devoid of any pity.

”The time is almost up,” he said indifferently.

A Mahayana Realm Demon Race member behind him stepped forward half a pace and bowed, saying, ”Old Ancestor, do we really have to use her? This girl is, after all, at the Void Refining Realm; if nurtured properly, she might one day attain the Mahayana Realm.”