1: Chapter 1 This immortal? I'd rather not be one!

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Yunxiao Holy Land.

Purple Qi comes from the east for thirty thousand li, golden lotuses pave the ground to the Nine Heavens.

Today is the most prosperous day the entire continent has seen in hundreds of years.

This is because the Old Ancestor of the Eastern Wasteland's Yunxiao Holy Land, Lu Chen—who suppressed an entire era and is honored as "Emperor Yun Tian"—seems to be undergoing Ascension today!

At the peak of the Holy Land, ten thousand rays of rosy light and a thousand streaks of auspicious color filled the sky.

A Guiding Immortal Gate slowly opened above the Nine Heavens. Inside, Immortal music swirled and heavenly flowers fell, as if welcoming the Supreme Dominator of the Human Realm.

Below the mountain gate, Disciples and Elders, along with the powerful figures from every Holy Land and Imperial Dynasty of the Eastern Wasteland, were all watching this scene.

"Respectfully sending off Emperor Yun Tian for Ascension!"

"Respectfully sending off the Old Ancestor to ascend to the Immortal Realm, to enjoy eternal life!"

The Holy Master of Yunxiao Holy Land, Mo Wentian—a young old man of over eight hundred years—was currently so excited that tears and snot were streaming down his face, his beard trembling.

Heaven bless our Yunxiao Holy Land!

After a thousand years of decline, we have finally produced a Lu Chen.

At three years old, he reached the Blood-Moving Realm; at seven, he challenged a Holy Land Elder to a duel; and before turning four hundred, he ascended to the Emperor Realm, dominating the ages!

Now, the Old Ancestor is about to break the ancient shackles and become the only legend in nearly eighty thousand years to ascend to immortality in broad daylight!

From now on, who would dare say that the Yunxiao Holy Land has no successors! Though, it is true that we will be without a successor again!

"Old Ancestor..."

Mo Wentian looked up at the figure in white standing before the Guiding Immortal Gate, his heart filled with infinite longing.

Before the Guiding Immortal Gate.

Lu Chen was dressed in a simple Black Robe, his long hair tied up casually with only a wooden hairpin. His phoenix eyes seemed half-closed, giving him a lazy, sleepy appearance.

He yawned, preparing to step into the seemingly resplendent Guiding Immortal Gate.

However, years of caution caused a flash of imperceptible dark light to flicker in the depths of Lu Chen's pupils.

"Void-Illusory Divine Pupils, activate."

This was his innate special Physique, capable of seeing through all illusions and looking directly at the Origin.

The next second.

The world behind the Guiding Immortal Gate, shrouded in Immortal light, shed all its disguises in his eyes.

There were no jade palaces or towers.

There were no Fairies dancing.

And certainly no Dao of immortality.

What came into view was a vast, dim, and boundless mine.

Countless tattered, numb-faced "Emperors" were mechanically swinging pickaxes in their hands, clanging away at shimmering Immortal Crystals.

Behind them, armored Immortal Workers swung long whips with expressionless faces. At the slightest sign of slackness, a whip would crack down, tearing flesh and skin.

And at the very top of the mine, a blood-red banner fluttered in the wind, with shocking characters written upon it:

"Ascension is a blessing. Mining grants basic Cultivation techniques for the Immortal Realm. Refuse to be lazy; let us start with you and me!"

"..."

Lu Chen's mouth twitched violently.

Wasn't this just like his previous life's:

"Overtime is a blessing. Joining the company grants social security. Get used to the 007 schedule; let us start with you and me!"

This familiar style, this damn sense of déjà vu, instantly awakened his sealed DNA.

The fear of being a corporate slave working 996 every day in his previous life, only to die from overwork, once again dominated his Soul.

"What the f*ck!"

Countless short videos he had watched in his previous life flashed through his mind—things like "Ascension Trap" and "Immortal Realm Myanmar North"...

It was all true!

He remembered.

He was once a Frog Emperor—no, a Prodigy of the Human Race.

At three years old, he reached the Blood-Moving Realm; at seven, the Dao Palace Realm. He dominated the world with few rivals and was regarded as a genius of Cultivation, yet he still trained diligently every day.

Before four hundred years of age, he reached Great Perfection in his Cultivation and could step into the Immortal Realm. He had thought he would dominate the ages and overlook the changes of eras.

But when he peered into the Guiding Immortal Gate with his Divine Pupils, he saw that scene of despair.

The Immortal Realm was littered with corpses, his race's remains everywhere.

Countless brilliant Emperors and peerless Body Refining geniuses were trapped by the Immortals of the Upper Realm in Supreme Magical Artifacts, reduced to the lowest of slaves.

The so-called Ascension was merely a means for the Immortals of the Upper Realm to filter for high-quality "batteries" and "miners"!

Prodigies of his own race were slaughtered at will, with severed limbs piled up like mountains.

And for him, if he stepped into that gate, the best outcome would be to become just another member of that mine, silently swinging a pickaxe until his divine energy was exhausted, turning into a pile of dry bones.

"Hahahaha..."

"Do not ascend! Do not ascend..."

Lu Chen laughed; Douyin did not deceive him.

"Sitting in sorrow by the Guiding Immortal Gate, worrying alone while in the human world?"

"Screw your Immortal Ascension!"

Lu Chen abruptly pulled back the half-step he had already taken and, facing that resplendent gate of Immortal light, loudly cursed with full vigor:

"I'm not ascending!"

Boom!

As soon as the words left his mouth, the Guiding Immortal Gate seemed to be enraged, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from within, attempting to forcibly drag him inside.

"Giving you face and you don't want it, huh?"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. The lazy expression on his face vanished completely, replaced by a stern look.

He reached back and unhooked a plain-looking sword-nurturing gourd from his waist.

He gave it a light tap, aiming at the Guiding Immortal Gate.

"Get lost!"

Hum—

A Sword Qi, so faint it was almost invisible, drifted leisurely from the mouth of the gourd.

At first, it was only as thick as a hair and completely unremarkable.

But after flying three feet, it suddenly surged!

It transformed into a terrifying beam of sword light that pierced the heavens and earth, carrying Supreme power capable of severing space and time, and slashed fiercely onto the Guiding Immortal Gate!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only an eerie silence.

That Guiding Immortal Gate, condensed from the Laws of the Immortal Dao and eternal, disintegrated inch by inch from the center right before everyone's eyes, like a drawing being erased by a rubber, turning into specks of light that dissipated into nothingness.

One sword strike, cutting the Guiding Immortal Gate!

In an instant, heaven and earth lost their voice.

The thunderous cheers of congratulations came to an abrupt halt.

The waves of Immortal music suddenly stopped.

The smile on the face of Yunxiao Holy Master Mo Wentian froze; his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes were nearly popping out of his sockets.

Tens of thousands of Disciples and Elders, along with all the visiting guests, were petrified on the spot, each maintaining their upward gaze as if struck by a binding spell.

W-what is happening?

The Old Ancestor... just slashed the Opportunity for Immortal Ascension... with one sword strike!

Rumble!

Above the firmament, the Heavenly Dao was enraged.

The destruction of the Guiding Immortal Gate was the greatest provocation against the Heavenly Dao.

Endless tribulation clouds gathered in an instant, a black mass, with lightning flashing, as if to destroy the world.

A purple divine lightning, thicker than a mountain, tore through the firmament, carrying a terrifying aura capable of blasting an Emperor into fly ash, and struck down directly at Lu Chen!

"So noisy."

Lu Chen looked up impatiently and glanced at the world-destroying divine lightning.

Just one glance.

That purple divine lightning, which had already descended upon his head, suddenly froze, and then, at a speed faster than it had arrived, "whooshed" back into the tribulation clouds.

Immediately after, the clouds of tribulation, as if they had seen a ghost, dissipated frantically. In less than a single breath, the sky returned to a cloudless clarity.

It was as if the world-destroying scene from just a moment ago was merely an illusion.

Lu Chen had literally stared the Heavenly Tribulation back!

He had successfully, in the most violent way possible, exploited a bug in the world and forcibly remained in the Human Realm.

After doing all this, Lu Chen brushed the non-existent dust off his Black Robe, grumbled something, descended from the sky, and landed steadily beside the rocking chair on the peak of Xiaoyao Peak.

He spoke with his Emperor's voice to his Disciples and descendants who were completely dumbfounded.

"Alright, everyone disperse."

"I suddenly feel that our Yunxiao Holy Land has good mountains, good water, and good people; I can't bear to leave."

"This Immortal Ascension, I won't do it!"

Having said that, he plopped down into the rocking chair and swayed leisurely, leaving everyone with a dashing yet utterly absurd silhouette.

The entire Yunxiao Holy Land was deathly silent.

Only Mo Wentian remained, disheveled in the wind, his brain completely crashed.

What on earth is the Old Ancestor trying to do!

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Realms: Blood Moving, Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Grotto-Heaven, Dragon Transformation, Immortal Platform, Saint, Supreme, Quasi-Emperor, Emperor