Kunlun Raises the Immortal Sword

He created a heaven-defying Ancient Scripture with his own Dao.

Even the Heavenly Dao was unwilling for it to descend.

It reverses the principles of heaven and earth, intercepting the foundation of creation from other things. The thought alone is chilling.

This Emperor Law can only be cultivated by him alone.

In fact, Zhang Huan also did not want this Emperor Law to spread into the world.

In this world, those without spiritual cultivation aptitude make up the vast majority.

If such an Emperor Scripture were placed before them, capable of seizing Immortal Foundations out of thin air and allowing them to step onto the Path of Cultivation, few people could resist such temptation.

If it were to spread, the entire Cultivation World would erupt in a bloodbath, and the harm would be immeasurable!

Even if it were to spread, and more and more people practiced this cultivation method, fighting for that ten-deaths-no-life Heavenly Secret, the entire world would fall into chaos.

It would turn into a hellscape of people eating people, heaven eating heaven, and everything eating everything.

To avoid harming billions of living beings, Zhang Huan decided not to pass it on to others.

If one day he were to have such a thought, he would only pass down an incomplete portion, cutting off the most forbidden parts.

He continued to refine the Emperor Law he had initially created, gradually filling it out. Except for the final forbidden chapter, all the chapters related to the secret realms were perfected, fitting him best.

The secret realms resonated with each other and merged with the Emperor Law. At this moment, Zhang Huan even felt as if he had stepped into another realm, terrifyingly powerful.

The effect of the Emperor Scripture was immediate.

Zhang Huan reached out and touched the white jade steps, and wherever he touched, they immediately turned to dust.

A wisp of faintly generated white light was held in his palm.

In his hand, matter transformed into its most primitive form. With a single thought, he could sever its connection with heaven and earth, turn it into a part of himself, and integrate it into his Origin Source.

This was too terrifying. In Zhang Huan's hands, even the difference between species would cease to exist.

Even Saint Spirits would be horrified.

If it were the same for various physiques, if they could be turned into one's own Origin Source, then what would be the point of those naturally born King Bodies, Saint Bodies, and even Chaos Bodies, or Saint Spirits in the world?

This was using human power to seize a part of heaven and earth's authority. It would be difficult for cultivators of this technique not to face heavenly condemnation.

Zhang Huan sorted through the scriptures, confirming there was nothing that could be modified, and then took out the various items he had obtained and kept hidden in the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar.

He was currently inside the Bronze Immortal Palace, and the Immortal Sword fragments were thrown into the Azure Gold Cauldron.

The first time he went to the Immortal Palace, he obtained Chaos Soil, which was temporarily useless, so Zhang Huan stored it in his Sea of Suffering.

In addition, he obtained some treasures and inheritances, at most at the Quasi-Emperor level, which were useless to him. They were exactly what he needed to form the foundation of the Demonic Court, along with what he had obtained from the Underworld.

He had obtained a stone wall in the Underworld, inscribed with the lifelong inheritance of a Quasi-Emperor. After observing it, Zhang Huan discovered that his techniques touched upon time, and he had deeply researched one of the Nine Secrets, the 'Movement' Secret.

The 'Movement' Secret also had a complete inheritance on the stone wall. Zhang Huan left the stone wall behind to study this technique.

Several years passed, and Zhang Huan's 'Movement' Secret reached great success. He touched upon time and gained a profound understanding of the Dao of Time.

Then he looked at the Immortal Sword fragments and had some thoughts. Since ancient times, there were four Immortal Artifacts recognized in the mortal world.

They were the Desolate Pagoda, the Immortal Bell, the Immortal Ascension Cauldron, and the Heaven-Piercing Nether Treasure.

The origins of the first two had some explanations, but the latter two were not forged by true immortals. They were artifacts created by beings in the Human Dao realm, gathering the essence of the human world.

In the mythological era, Emperor Venerate and other Supremes of the Ancient Heavenly Court planned to break through the Immortal Domain, sealed ninety-nine Dragon Veins of Kunlun, absorbed the essence of numerous life-bearing ancient stars, and spent countless rare treasures to forge an Immortal Artifact, the Immortal Ascension Cauldron.

In that era, resources were far less scarce than they are now, and it was the result of the efforts of several Supremes of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Zhang Huan could not replicate their actions and cultivate an Immortal Artifact in the same way.

However, after the Ancient Heavenly Court collapsed, the remaining ninety-nine Dragon Mountains, the Kunlun Land of Creation, were readily available.

Zhang Huan was not cultivating it, but repairing it.

He only needed to reforge the broken Immortal Sword. It contained Immortal Dao Rules within itself, so Zhang Huan would not expend as much effort as the Ancient Heavenly Court did.

Without delay, Zhang Huan set off immediately, without attracting attention, and came alone to the location of the once-flourishing Ancient Kunlun in the Milky Way.

The core of Kunlun was the true Land of Immortal Ascension. It had an Emperor Formation laid down by the Ancient Heavenly Court, which sealed the Dragon Veins, and the essence of the ten directions converged here.

It didn't matter that he didn't have the Immortal Treasure Map; the Formation Spirit dared not speak. Zhang Huan calmly entered.

Along the way, there were roars of ferocious beasts, ancient corpses from the Feathered Divine Dynasty, and traces left by the Ruthless Emperor. Zhang Huan walked straight through.

Tens of thousands of mountain peaks resembling dragon heads spewed forth misty Chaos mist, scattering immense amounts of vital energy.

There were at least ten thousand dragon bodies beneath the earth's veins, with only their heads raised, exhaling various essences of heaven and earth, nurturing this unique Land of Immortal Ascension.

It was vast and boundless, with colorful waterfalls cascading, billions of rays of various divine lights, and streams of Immortal Light swirling, forming a magnificent earthly wonderland.

"Enough, no further intrusion!"

A sharp voice rang out, a warning from the spirit of the Emperor Formation. It had reached its limit.

The purpose of the Formation Spirit's existence was to guard this core land; even Great Emperors could not overstep.

Zhang Huan ignored it. With a flick of his finger, he manipulated the great forces of heaven and earth, severing the connection between the Emperor Formation and this space, making it a self-contained area, with no influence on this place.

Others might have been wary of this Formation Spirit, but Zhang Huan's Dao technique of severing external objects happened to be its perfect counter.

If he wished, he could even sever the spirit within the Emperor Formation.

Immortal light, in myriad strands, nurtured the treasure like a placenta, but it was shattered before it could be born.

In the Immortal Pond, the essence of heaven and earth was so concentrated it had turned to liquid, pooling in the basin. At the very bottom lay a damaged cauldron.

He fished it out. The Immortal Cauldron was less than a third of its original size, its markings on the green bronze mottled.

He hadn't come for it this time, so Zhang Huan set it aside.

Though it was also an Immortal Weapon, its karma was too heavy and it was too severely damaged to be worth Zhang Huan doing anything further for it.

He placed the Immortal Sword fragments in the Immortal Pond, supplementing them with vast amounts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Zhang Huan's eyes blazed; he intended to forge his own Immortal Sword here using this creation.

With great magical power, he rearranged the essence of heaven and earth, repairing the placenta and feeding the Dragon Treasures of the Ninety-nine Dragon Mountains.

These Dragon Veins had been struck by the Ruthless Emperor, losing their true immortal essence and greatly diminishing their efficacy.

Once it was complete, the Dragon Mountains would revive and once again exhale their essence, continuously supplying the Immortal Embryo and nurturing its immortal potential.

This process might take a hundred years. Even if a Great Emperor poured their heart into it, it wouldn't recover in a short time.

However, Zhang Huan's lifespan was long, and this era was far from over. He could afford to wait, outliving the process.

In the future, he would need to replenish the Kunlun periodically, so he had to hasten the Demonic Court's progress in searching for materials.

As he was leaving, a Ginseng Fruit Tree willingly followed him. Its branches bore three or four plump fruits, shaped like true people – genuine Ginseng Fruits.

Zhang Huan accepted it and laid down another Emperor Formation in the Kunlun to completely isolate the interior from the exterior.

He then entered the Forbidden Zone again, requesting some divine materials to prepare for cultivating the Immortal Weapon.

At this time, he was not yet three thousand years old. As he traveled along the path, he passed the battlefield where the Demon God Flower once was. Zhang Huan used his Emperor Power to break the seal and rescue the trapped Emperor Weapons.

After expressing their thanks, the various Emperor Weapons transformed into streams of light and returned to their respective clans.

Upon returning to the Demonic Court, Zhang Huan learned that while he had been creating the Ancient Scripture, several Great Saints had already passed away.

Most of them were old members who had joined the Demonic Court thousands of years ago. Time had aged them. Among them was the Great Saint who had a connection with the Jade Pond Saintess.

After seeing the Saintess's Dao Embryo body regain its vitality, he departed peacefully without alerting anyone, passing away in an unknown star field.

He had no family in his life; he only saw the Jade Pond Saintess as a half-descendant. He left without any regrets.

Before he departed, he left his lifelong inheritance in the Demonic Court.

"Alas, he carried guilt in his heart and passed away without investigating the origins of another Emperor Weapon,"

A Great Saint sighed, his words filled with regret for him.

Perhaps unwilling to involve the Demonic Court further, the old man did not probe deeper. He was buried alone in a foreign land.

Zhang Huan felt the gap between immortal and mortal for the first time. Hundreds of years ago, he had gifted the old man an Immortal Peach Medicine, never imagining it would be their last meeting. He would never see him again.

"Mm."

Zhang Huan nodded, his eyes calm, revealing nothing.

He scooped up a few handfuls of Chaos Soil and planted the Ginseng Fruit Tree on it, allowing them to enjoy their twilight years. When their lifespan neared its end, they could use the Immortal Medicine to relive their lives.

"An Immortal Divine Medicine that only Ancient Great Emperors could find?!"

The Great Saint exclaimed involuntarily. Today, he had personally witnessed the Immortal Medicine spoken of only in legends.

The Chaos Soil nurtured endless divine radiance, encompassing the essence of all directions, exuding immortal mist. The Ginseng Fruit sparkled, emitting auspicious energy.

Planting it in the Heavenly Palace would bring great fortune to everyone here.

For the next thousand years, the universe was filled with peace and harmony. The Demonic Court's actions proceeded without a hitch, and they collected a vast amount of Immortal Materials.

Zhang Huan periodically traveled to Kunlun to deposit Immortal Materials.

The Ninety-nine Dragon Mountains gradually revived, and the Immortal Sword showed signs of merging.

More people appeared on the Starry Sky Ancient Road. The younger generation grew, and several more broke through the Quasi-Emperor bottleneck, becoming Quasi-Emperors.

The Dao Embryo, having endured great hardship, rose again. With accumulated strength, it surged through six heavens in a thousand years, its realm surpassing that of the Divine Race's Divine Son and the Hegemon Body for a time.

Someone requested Zhang Huan to establish a title for himself, to be used after he became an Emperor.

In reality, he should have chosen one after becoming an Emperor, but Great Emperors had long lifespans and didn't care about a few hundred years.

Zhang Huan simply chose the character "Demonic," making him the Lord of the Demonic Court, the Demonic Emperor.

At this moment, it was the 3,900th year of the Emperor Calendar.

Zhang Huan set the time based on the markings on his own Wheel of Life.

Few of the old members who had joined the Demonic Court from its inception were still alive.

Zhang Huan left behind the Immortal Medicine, but they did not partake.

Only when one's end approaches does one realize the preciousness of time. Even Ancient Supreme Beings could not resist such temptation, resorting to any means for longevity.

But they bid farewell with grace, departing one by one. Having lived for thousands of years, it was enough. They had experienced all they needed to, their lives were without regret, and they did not wish to extend their lifespan for another era.

For Supreme Beings, longevity was the ultimate coveted ideal, but for them, it was seen as a torment.

Familiar faces became fewer and fewer.

The Demonic Court remained, but the people from that era were gone. All that was left were strangers from different eras than his own.

In the fourth millennium of the Emperor Calendar, the Jade Pond Saintess paid a visit. She learned by chance from a cultivator in the Demonic Court that the Great Saint from back then had already passed away.

"So it was you!"

The Jade Pond Saintess exclaimed the moment she saw Zhang Huan, her clear eyes widening as if in disbelief, her hands covering her lips.

The Great Emperor who alone respected the Dao and suppressed all others was the hero who had saved her in her youth and whom she had longed for day and night.

"It was me. We even met once, at the ancient pavilion by the Jade Pond."

Zhang Huan admitted generously.

Among his few acquaintances, the Jade Pond Saintess left a deep impression.

Their connection had spanned a thousand years, reaching to this day.

Seeing Zhang Huan so frankly recount the past, her pretty face blushed. As she superimposed the person before her onto her memories, she became somewhat flustered.

Even though she had become a peerless Quasi-Emperor, her reaction at this moment was like that of an ordinary young girl, all because that memory was too profound.

When the Great Saint was mentioned, her eyes dimmed slightly, and a hint of sadness appeared on her incomparably beautiful face.

The Great Saint had passed away in an uninhabited star field, unwilling to be disturbed.

"Don't be discouraged. Living well is the best way to repay him."

Zhang Huan comforted her.

She had already reached the eighth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm and was still improving, unmatched by any opponent. Yet, at this moment, she could only reminisce and feel sorrow.

She left, departing the Demonic Court, and found the Great Saint's clansmen, bestowing upon them numerous magical artifacts and divine medicines as a form of compensation.

In the vast world, Zhang Huan felt like he was alone, sitting in the center of the universe, overlooking eternity.

While waiting for the Immortal Sword to be reborn, he intended to evolve divine abilities and secret techniques, creating a few forbidden methods.

He would integrate his own Dao and create a technique to sever the Dao, uttering true words that could sever all things in heaven and earth.

By borrowing heavenly mandates, the karma he bore would fluctuate between reality and illusion. It was not as heaven-defying as other cultivation methods, but it had the advantage of being uninhibited.

This was transforming a cultivation method that seized external power into a technique for combat.

In the subsequent desolate years, Zhang Huan continuously created new secret methods.

Extending from the Lesser Soldier Secret, Zhang Huan took a different path, not focusing on controlling soldiers but on corrupting magical treasures first. Once the divine ability was unleashed, divine weapons would be corrupted, and could be reduced to ordinary weapons.

The Soldier Secret primarily focused on controlling soldiers, turning others into one's own weapons. When cultivated to great mastery, even others could be regarded as weapons.

Zhang Huan placed more emphasis on the weapon itself, discarding its other uses and specializing in dealing with the weapons held by cultivators.

The Walker Secret allowed him to stand in an invincible position. With the inheritance from the stone wall, his attainments in the Dao of Time were quite profound.

Delving deeper into the Pseudo Immortal Power would surely yield great results.

The ability alone to allow mortal cultivators to touch upon the realm of the Immortal Dao in advance was already astonishing, not to mention various other deeper marvels.

Zhang Huan planned to spend the rest of his life in this path of research.

He needed to prepare something for his main body in the future. Cultivating Demonic Cultivation Methods was out of the question, unless he felt he was dying too slowly.

This path of Immortal Power was a grand Dao. If he could comprehend something and integrate it into an Ancient Scripture, continuously exploring it, his future methods would not be inferior to those of Undying Emperor Venerate and the others.

Their methods all involved the secret of becoming an immortal in the mortal world, and this Pseudo Immortal Power path could also continuously advance.

Zhang Huan speculated that the final transformation into true Immortal Essence would mark the completion of the cultivation method and the attainment of the Immortal Ascension Realm.

In the more than four thousand years of the Emperor Calendar, a Great Emperor Tribulation shook the world. The living beings in the universe looked in disbelief towards a desolate border.