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Sword Casting Manor.

The Golden Core assembly-line factories were laid out like terraced fields.

The current Sword Casting Manor was basically a factory that set up any production line that could make money.

A bunch of blacksmiths, working together with Embers workers, managed a hundred automated Golden Core factories in perfect order every day.

A hundred sounds like a lot?

That’s because you don’t understand the infrastructure power of the Immortal Cultivation world—one person can build a city with their bare hands, so what’s a factory in comparison?

Right at this moment.

Food God and Shao Chaikun switched back from their game characters, and after returning, they both showed an awkward smile.

"Hang yourselves on the streetlamps."

"Commit seppuku!"

"Fish yourselves up, don’t force us to do it."

"You two really have a death wish, huh."

...

The players surrounded the two into a tight circle, ready to let them experience a whole new level of social death.

Food God scratched his head in embarrassment. "Brothers, be honest—if you saw a treasure chest deep in a mine, could you really hold back from opening it?"

Shao Chaikun wailed in grief and anger, "This can only be blamed on our bad luck! Think about it—if there’d been a great treasure inside, you’d all be praising us for a job well done."

Everyone thought about it and... it kind of made sense?

If you don’t open the chest, who knows whether it’s treasure or an opportunity?

Wait a second, these two clowns are full of twisted logic.

The players suddenly snapped out of it.

Food God shouted, "We’ve rendered meritorious service for the Manor, we’ve shed blood for the Manor, and this is our ill-gotten gains—ten full Storage Rings. We’re handing them all in!"

Their other dungeon-running account was still hiding deep in the mountains.

However.

They could use the [Supplies Mail] feature to send the loot back.

Shao Chaikun chimed in loudly, "And that baby is with us too—we brought back an Immortal Venerate–level Supreme Treasure for the Manor, a super mascot!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a small box and took out the Jiumu Source Spirit inside. "We’re heroes of the Manor, massive contributors—you can’t hang us on the streetlamps."

This adorable little baby looked like a Slime’s soul-gel, very sticky, and extremely cute.

In an instant, as if it had read the thoughts of the people around it, hundreds of lines spilled from its mouth:

"The baby is so cute."

"Kawaii."

"Too moe!"

...

The blacksmith lolis all had stars in their eyes.

The Jiumu Source Spirit happily read the surrounding thoughts while smugly saying, "I also think I’m very cute."

Everyone: "..."

This Ancient Tomb baby was way too bizarre.

Jiucai Rong piled all the ores the two had brought back in the plaza, forming a small mountain.

These precious Divine Golds from the distant Ancient Times were so valuable that, if placed out in the Immortal Realm, countless people wouldn’t be able to resist fighting over them.

Far too valuable!

Most of them were Celestial Immortal–level Forging Materials, containing the rhythm of Laws within.

A small portion was True Immortal–level Jiumu Source Gold.

And there was even one Immortal Venerate–level item—that baby.

You could only say, robbing an Immortal Venerate’s Ancient Tomb really was profitable.

No wonder those Immortal Venerates often led people to excavate Ancient Tombs. Clearly, they were rich to the point of overflowing, inheriting a ton of prehistoric assets.

Just then, Ning Zheng, as the old steward, strode over. "Punish those two according to our usual rules. After all, the main responsibility this time doesn’t lie with them."

Jiucai Rong was stunned. "Then what does Steward sir mean..."

Ning Zheng’s expression grew heavy as he said bluntly, "That Bai Pingtian is rather unlucky. Normally, after Cultivators become Immortal, they cultivate good Luck, but after he became Immortal... he cultivates pitch-black Tribulation Qi."

Huh?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In fact, Ning Zheng had carefully traced back the cause of this siege battle.

The various True Immortal Great Powers and Celestial Immortal Great Powers, the Powerhouses—including himself—had pretty decent Luck... added together, it formed a certain degree of Strong Luck.

Although the tomb was extremely dangerous, that combined Strong Luck could still avoid most crises; split across individuals, it was already quite a lot.

This time in front of them was a bit suspicious.

So after Ning Zheng observed for a while, he discovered that Bai Pingtian was actually a super Plague God.

The kind of super jinx for whom nothing ever goes right.

Food God and Shao Chaikun were indeed reckless, but they’d mostly been dragged down by Bai Pingtian.

Yet Bai Pingtian himself didn’t seem to have noticed anything wrong with him.

Ning Zheng said, "There’s something off about Bai Pingtian—maybe some hidden secret. We’ll discuss this later; there are too many strange tales in the Immortal Realm."

"Anyway, the tragedy has already happened. Let the Newbie Village at the foot of the mountain deal with this Monster invasion first."

"You lot keep these ores safe; they’re of great use to us in forging weapons."

"As for this Ancient Yang Spirit Doll..."

Ning Zheng pondered for a moment. "Hand it to a reliable blacksmith to carry around and see what’s going on. The Yang Spirit Gold Source has gained sentience, so study it carefully."

"Got it."

Jiucai Rong nodded immediately.

Amid Food God and Shao Chaikun’s screams, they were dragged off to be hung on the streetlamps.

And with these ores properly stored, they now had raw materials for forging various Immortal Weapons in the future.

Sure enough, the resources in an Immortal Venerate’s Ancient Tomb were incredibly rich!

After Ning Zheng finished giving instructions and left, the blacksmiths started chattering away.

Some blacksmiths discussed this new doll, feeling it might become the next Mountain Villa Ore Vein Mascot after Gao, the ore vein spirit.

Some blacksmiths, on the other hand, were talking about Bai Pingtian.

Night Mad Cultivator spoke up first. As a veteran conspiracy-theory player, he immediately sensed a plot. "Brothers, Bai Pingtian’s background is mysterious. He reminds me of an old friend."

The Medical Fairy widened her eyes. "Who?"

"Bai Xingling!"

Night Mad Cultivator said, "This Bai Xingling, she’s in charge of good luck; that Bai Pingtian, he’s in charge of bad luck. Wherever he goes, people get screwed over. They’re both surnamed Bai—don’t tell me Bai Xingling has a twin?"

Everyone’s expressions turned solemn.

Probably that damned painter is stirring up trouble in the Immortal Realm again.

He cooked up a whole bunch of Plague Gods that feed on Tribulation Qi, spread them everywhere, and pits all the Immortal Sects?

He got used to being the secret mastermind behind the scenes of human history in the Nine-State, and now that he’s in the Immortal Realm he still wants to play mastermind and mess with the Immortal Realm’s history?

Could it be the trap the painter randomly dropped got picked up by True Immortal Mo Mei, and then True Immortal Mo Mei casually tossed it into our Sword Casting Manor, so we ended up坑ing our own people?

"This Bai Pingtian, there wouldn’t be a whole bunch of different models of him, right?"

"No idea."

"This Bai Pingtian is downright terrifying—first thing he does on arrival is dig up a disaster."

"Wasn’t it the Food God who dug it up?"

"The Food God and he are both Plague Gods, you know."

"Brothers, how about we roast Bai Pingtian’s main body a bit and conduct some research!"

"You’re overthinking it. His main body’s over on True Immortal Mo Mei’s side."

"Don’t we still have a line to the Night Emperor?"

...

Everyone discussed for a while.

They felt that if this Bai Pingtian really was some trick pulled by that damned painter in secret, then the Immortal Realm was probably about to fall into chaos.

A whole bunch of Plague Gods rampaging all over the Immortal Realm—who could possibly withstand that?

War is about to break out!

And the painter might already possess the ability to massively construct false memories, making Bai Pingtian believe he has some proper background.

Of course.

No matter how chaotic the Immortal Realm gets, it has nothing to do with us.

Our main focus is still tomb raiding, thoroughly monopolizing this Ancient Tomb of an Immortal Venerate instance.

...

The Heaven’s Chosen village.

Outside the Painted Wall corridor, blood stained the ground everywhere, and evil aura spread.

This was the best terrain for defense. The moment the enemy charged in through the passage, they would run into all kinds of Array assaults and constant surprise attacks.

Heaven’s Chosen kept falling, and Heaven’s Chosen kept joining the battlefield.

In the distance, True Immortal Mo Mei raised her brows slightly. "This level of realism reminds me of those Nothingness Secret Realms personally managed by Immortal Venerates."

In the Immortal Realm, there are Secret Realms personally opened by Illusion-type Immortal Venerates whose main attribute is Yin.

They let people temper themselves there; within, a world is formed on its own.

Existing in such illusion, the interior runs on ultra-powerful logic, letting people temper themselves to their heart’s content inside.

Before us, I’m afraid only a Supreme Treasure of an Immortal Venerate could make something this realistic.

"It really does feel like it—it’s already formed a world of its own." True Man Danding beside her said, "They probably have more than one Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure in their hands."

One is used to construct a virtual world.

Another is used to impose mental Restrictions.

Two Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasures—looks like this Taoist System did indeed walk out from some tomb.

Because only an Ancient Tomb of an Immortal Venerate like the one before us could yield so many Secret Realms.

And that Yin Yang Creation Furnace is also the embryo of an Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure.

In fact, they weren’t far off the mark. All those Immortal Artifacts fused in Ning Zheng’s pocket were stolen from ancient tombs.

"Tell me, is there a chance this place is actually inside some real tomb?" True Man Danding suddenly said with a grin.

"This isn’t an Illusion Realm, but a real tomb?"

True Immortal Mo Mei was stunned for a few moments, then said, "If that’s true, then the origins of this Daoist Civilization become even more mysterious."

"To let us descend from afar into another life—only the legacy Supreme Treasure of a Life Immortal Venerate could possibly do that. They must have stolen the Life Immortal Venerate’s legacy!"

"And this tomb must be very far away. It’s not within the coverage range of that thing you refined, True Man Danding. For it to pierce through a Tribulation and still transmit, they must also have stolen the Space Immortal Venerate’s legacy!"

"And that still wouldn’t be enough. In total they’d need a whole bunch of Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure legacies to fuse together to produce this thing."

True Immortal Mo Mei’s words were astonishing:

"So, the chance it’s an Illusion Realm is still greater."

"After all, when you’re at Mortal level, you can still tell when these Illusion Realms are manufactured. But once you reach True Immortal or Immortal Venerate level, this kind of thing can no longer be easily distinguished as true or false."

Celestial Immortals advance Divine Techniques into Laws.

True Immortals advance Laws into Domains.

Certain cultivators’ Yin Attribute Divine Techniques are inherently good at creating Illusion Realms. Once they reach True Immortal, these develop into Yin Attribute Illusion Domains, forming a self-contained Spiritual Illusion World Domain...

How could ordinary people possibly detect that?

To put it bluntly.

When this type of Illusion Realm True Immortal fights, they spread out that kind of Spiritual Domain; even you as a True Immortal might get trapped inside, unable to tell reality from illusion!

It’s like dream within dream, multiple layers of dreams—you think you’ve woken up, but in fact you haven’t; you might be drowning in a dream all along...

Becoming the puppet toy of that True Immortal.

The Immortal Realm, like the Nine-State, has Five Elements Divine Techniques that are relatively straightforward in combat, while Yin and Yang Divine Powers tend toward the bizarre and sinister, impossible to guard against.

"Enough, I can’t be bothered to keep guessing. The more Illusion Realms they add, the more it proves that this Daoist Civilization has quite a few Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasures in their pockets. At the very least they dug up an entire Ancient Tomb of an Immortal Venerate. They’re way richer than us True Immortals."

True Man Danding was also quite pained. "If I could dig up an Immortal Venerate’s ancestral tomb all by myself, I’d be as rich as an Immortal Venerate too."

"You’re thinking too much."

True Immortal Mo Mei chuckled. "Unless in reality we could resurrect over and over like this, how could a single person bulldoze an entire ancient tomb? Even an Immortal Venerate alone faces the risk of death."

Reality isn’t a game.

Some First-Time Kills, certain taboos in ancient tombs, are things even Immortal Venerates have to avoid.

This is not something to joke about.

As the two chatted, True Man Danding couldn’t help but sigh:

"I secretly checked our Immortal Venerate Emperor’s library—Jiumu Immortal Venerate was an extremely powerful Immortal Venerate in Ancient Times, only slightly below the three great Immortal Venerates."

"Now that this coffin has been opened, aside from the countless Yin Spirit armies, the coffin must contain some extremely rare treasure: the Jiumu Source Spirit."

"So those three bastards who opened the coffin must have stolen the Jiumu Source Spirit."