Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 696 - 301: The Shang Dong 6 Immortal Sects No Longer Exist
Previously on Longevity through Upgrading Buildings...
After roughly half an hour of waiting, as a Golden Core Zhenren from Sword Ruins came back from beyond the Alchemy Square, the Ice and Fire Elder—who had remained quietly seated on the elevated platform—finally opened his eyes and rose to his feet.
His calm gaze swept across every cultivator both inside and outside the vast hall, before he spoke in measured tones:
"I've called you all together today to proclaim just one matter."
Ji Yuan strained to listen closely, unwilling to miss even a single word.
"From this day forward, the Six Immortal Gates of Shang Dong shall exist no more." The Ice and Fire Elder's voice echoed flatly, devoid of any feeling.
"What?!"
"How can that be?"
"The Six Immortal Gates are gone?"
"..."
Instantly, gasps of shock filled the entire grand hall.
Ji Yuan's heart clenched tight as well... The Six Immortal Gates dissolved? Does that mean the Water Dragon Sect is finished too?
Impossible. If it were real, Master would've sought me out ages ago. And if Shangxi possessed the power to wipe out the Six Immortal Gates, why delay until now?
Sure enough, as doubts swirled in Ji Yuan's mind, the Ice and Fire Elder continued speaking:
"The Six Immortal Gates are now reduced to Four Immortal Gates."
"Corpse Transporting Mountain lies in ruins; henceforth, Corpse Transporting Mountain vanishes from the world."
"The Spirit Control Sect has turned traitor; all its cultivators now count as part of Shangxi's Demon Sect. Guards, seize the Spirit Control Sect members..."
With those words, the Hunting Owl Zhenren ahead of Ji Yuan moved like lightning, seizing Iron Tiger from the demon hunter team.
Caught off guard by this abrupt twist, Ji Yuan and Liu Yuan shared a quick look, struck silent for the moment.
To Ji Yuan, the development felt utterly unexpected.
Truth be told, he'd rather believe Corpse Transporting Mountain would revolt than the Spirit Control Sect.
After all, Corpse Transporting Mountain's cultivation arts seemed far more like those of Demon Cultivators in every respect, their looks only reinforcing it.
Spirit Control Sect disciples appeared pristine and pure, whereas Corpse Transporting Mountain cultivators...?
Mingling with corpses daily, they resembled walking dead themselves.
Yet this Immortal Sect faced annihilation, while the illustrious Spirit Control Sect sided with Shangxi's Demon Dao.
...The twists of life truly unfold like a fleeting, grand illusion.
How lamentable, how absurd.
Ji Yuan shook his head alone, heaving a deep sigh.
"..."
At that very instant.
Within the Cangluo Continent's Far North Region, soaring high over the boundless wilds, two brilliant streaks pursued one another—one leaden gray-black ahead, the trailing one pure snow-white.
"Brother Lu, we've shared brotherhood for years—why keep fleeing?"
"Why not hand your life over to me?"
The Ten Spirits Ancestor's cheerful voice boomed across the terrain.
"Pah!"
"Vile hypocrites like you lot—I must've been blind to ever call you brother!" Lu Corpse's voice rang out, laced with faint exhaustion.
"A smart bird picks its perch wisely; don't you get it, Brother Lu? Just look at the current state of affairs—Shang Dong offers no hope anymore."
Far from embarrassment, the Ten Spirits Ancestor seized the chance to sway Lu Corpse.
"Brother Lu, you know Corpse Transporting Mountain's plight better than anyone. Back before Cangluo split, it was part of the Demon Sect originally, only dragged into the righteous path later by your master. Isn't this the perfect moment for Corpse Transporting Mountain to reclaim its glory?"
"And surely you see that returning to the Demon Dao, with your secret corpse arts, would let it thrive like never before?"
"Your own strength, Lu Corpse, could soar to new heights, and all of Corpse Transporting Mountain along with it."
"Together then, we could stand toe-to-toe with the White Bone Sect, Demon Flame Palace, and the rest!"
The Ten Spirits Ancestor urged with patient words.
Lu Corpse heard him out in silence until the persuasion ended, then sneered with a laugh, "Teaming up with you to join the Demon Sect? It's not out of the question."
"Oh?"
The Ten Spirits Ancestor eased off his fierce chase and replied, "I knew Brother Lu was sharp-minded. A sharp mind always leaves room for talks—what say you, Brother Lu?"
"We can talk about it."
"Simply give the word; if you agree to switch sides, regardless of the harsh terms, I’ll negotiate them with the Blood Luo King and the rest."
The Ten Spirits Ancestor struck a pose feigning concern for his former comrade.
Unable to hold back his rage any longer, Lu Corpse burst into mocking laughter, "Not hard at all—just make you, the old Ten Spirits dog, kneel in front of me with a bone in your jaws, barking ’Grandfather Lu Corpse’ ten times, and I’ll join your Demon Sect. What do you say, my dear Ten Spirits grandson?"
"Lu old dog, you scum! You’re courting death!"
Rage exploded from the Ten Spirits Ancestor.
Moments later, a swifter crimson glow erupted from the brightening heavens, carrying what looked like a soaring beast inside. Upon arrival, it crashed straight into Lu Corpse.
In the aftermath, Lu Corpse dropped dozens of feet, his velocity dropping sharply.
Right when the Ten Spirits Ancestor neared to pursue, an enormous sword beam slashed in from the west, a gigantic ray powerful enough to split stars.
"Oh—"
The sword beam compelled the Ten Spirits Ancestor to stop dead; he was certain that one more half-step forward would bring the blade down on him.
With the sword light blocking the path, Lu Corpse grabbed the opening to flee the continent, racing toward the storm-ravaged North Sea, disappearing into the vast blizzard.
Remaining motionless, the Ten Spirits Ancestor glanced toward the west.
"It’s been ages; I never thought you, One Sword Master, were still kicking."
Despite his bravado, the Ten Spirits Ancestor ramped up his caution considerably.
Scant few on Cangluo Continent could slay him, yet one such threat now faced him directly.
Sword radiance filled the view, but the wielder himself stayed hidden.
As the Ten Spirits Ancestor mulled over fleeing, a booming laugh echoed from the west, carried by yet another voice:
"Brother Jian, how about a fight right now? Let’s determine once and for all who holds the title of top cultivator in Cangluo Continent!"
"Naturally, it won’t just decide dominance—it’ll settle life and death too!"