With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

After Li Xiao left, Demon Mountain’s gaze finally revealed a trace of something thought‑provoking.

"This Meng Chuan boy is trapped in the mortal cage and can’t run anywhere. Submitting to the Cosmos is his destined fate... so there’s no need to rush."

As a Tier Eight Divine Level existence, Demon Mountain had lived for an unknown number of years; every decision he made was naturally deeply calculated and far‑sighted, not the "considerate to subordinates" behavior Li Xiao imagined.

"But Li Xiao is different. He has been building up his power along the Demon Path for many years; he is the most outstanding Demon Path leader in the entire mortal world.

As for gathering Divine Thought, manipulating faith, orchestrating riots and such, none are more proficient than him. Experience like that, a talent like that, cannot be carelessly wasted."

"Because what matters most right now..." Demon Mountain’s voice sank and melted into the darkness, "is to let my main body, as well as the Divine Master’s Split Soul, step out of the dimensional gap as soon as possible. Once that happens, the overall situation of Blue Star will be sealed."

On the day his main body descends into the mortal world, Blue Star will be consigned to Purgatory.

In this process, the most crucial thing is the collection of Spiritual Power, so the development of the Purgatory Sect is the current top priority.

In the mortal world, it is not only Purgatory; other forces from Cosmos planets have long since quietly taken root.

The secret organization that worships the "Mother of the Stars" operates in countries such as Shae, infiltrating through dreams to harvest the power of faith.

Then there are the reformers of the Western "Mechanical Divine Kingdom", who secretly implant viral technology to control humanity’s thought‑network.

There is also "Ancestral Dragon", which, together with the Purgatory forces, regards Great Chu as its base camp, and the soon‑to‑return "Mountain Whispers"...

All sides are accelerating their expansion in their own ways, trying to be the first to "awaken" the gods behind them.

If they fall even a step behind, this fat, rich Blue Star will inevitably fall into the hands of other Cosmos forces that first escape the dimensional fissure.

As for cultivating talent and the like, it won’t be too late to worry about it once the overall situation is settled.

With that thought, just as he was about to pick up his phone, a ringing sounded right beside him.

Demon Mountain answered the call, and when he heard the clear female voice on the other end, his expression grew even more satisfied.

[You truly are a woman filled with wisdom. With your help, I believe the establishment of our overseas branch will be incomparably smooth.

As for what you need, I will inform the Divine Master of your request and bring you good news.]

[...]

Listening to the stream of gratitude coming from the other side of the phone, Demon Mountain put on a magnanimous smile and said:

[No need to be so formal. We’re all our own people. Once you grasp the complete Law and ascend to Tier Eight, you too will be an immortal divine existence, just like me.]

[...]

[Hahaha, you’re right! Easing the Divine Master’s burdens!]

Smiling, he hung up the phone and rose to leave.

His black robe brushed across the ground, and shadows spread from beneath his feet, writhing like living things as they gradually swallowed up his figure.

The faint rolling of gravel grew more and more distant, and the villa returned to a deathly silence...

...

At the same time, in Great Chu’s Jin Land, the Taihang Mountain range.

In the cleft of a sheer cliff, the north wind howled.

This was near the "Mountain Whispers Demon Nest Ruins".

The white‑robed man seated cross‑legged here stirred slightly; his expression changed as he suddenly opened his eyes, looking toward the west.

"So you’ve come after all..."

The clouds and mist of the firmament scattered, and a figure flickered past.

It seemed even faster than his thoughts, and in the next instant actually appeared by his side.

[Great Saint of Floating Light, Zhou Yun] slowly stood up, his gaze fixed the whole time on the uninvited Western strongest.

"Sarapho, what are you doing here?"

Facing Zhou Yun’s "knowing the answer yet asking", Sarapho did not speak; he merely let his gaze roam around, a strange light surfacing in his eyes.

He was making his final calculation—whether or not to force his way in.

Zhou Yun could not stop him.

Seeing Sarapho’s hesitating stance, Zhou Yun was clearly on full alert.

His left hand, clasped behind his back, made a grasping motion in the void, his perception locking firmly onto the other’s body.

"Do you want the Law?"

He extended his left hand; lustrous white flowing light encircled half of his arm, gathering in his palm into a sword of light.

The sword light was restrained, hovering in midair, pointing distantly at Sarapho.

"I ask you to withdraw."

Sarapho did not move at all.

Pale white radiance suddenly erupted; Sword Qi surged in every direction, encircling the entire Taihang Mountain.

"Withdraw!"

With that final shout, on the heels of Zhou Yun’s words, Sarapho was just about to act!

Zi‑zi‑zi—

From the high vault of sky behind him came a chilling ripping sound. A pair of enormous gray‑white dragon claws, like ink diffusing through water, tore open a fissure; then the entire body squeezed out from the gap. Its head silently howled toward the spot where the two stood, and its dragon eyes, like two red furnaces, stared unblinkingly at the Western outsider.

"Xiao Hei, do not be rude."

A hearty voice rose from the dragon’s back, and right after, a robe‑clad old Daoist leapt down from the sky, simultaneously drawing the giant dragon back into his body.

That boundless, terrifying giant dragon was actually his imaginal creature!

"This old monster Zhang Sanfeng..."

Sarapho articulated the words one by one in his heart.

Ever since the ink dragon had appeared, his expression had turned extremely ugly; at this moment he was even more clear in his heart.

Today, if he wanted to seize the Law left behind by Mountain Whispers, he feared there would be no chance...

With Ancestor Sanfeng here, Zhou Yun instantly had far more confidence, the goosebumps that had risen along his arms slowly fading away.

Sarapho’s peak Tier Seven strength was near the absolute pinnacle of the mortal world, not something he could block.

Facing him alone earlier, the pressure had been truly immense.

"Coming from afar, you are a guest; even coming uninvited, you are still a guest. Xiao Zhou, put that sword away first."

Once Ancestor Sanfeng spoke, he flipped his hand and drew the Divine Sword he had summoned back into his body, though his entire aura still surged like a keen waterfall of light, ready to erupt.

Sarapho pressed his lips together, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

He did not wish to waste words; just as he was preparing to open his mouth to "take his leave", his expression suddenly froze, and his face grew even more unsightly!