159: Chapter 159 The Beginning of the Legend

Everything that happened in the Falling Immortal Secret Realm was like a category twelve superstorm, sweeping through the entire Cangxuan cultivation world in a very short time.

The news first leaked from the upper echelons of the major Sects, and it was only a relatively "conservative" version.

"Have you heard? A hidden Senior appeared in the Falling Immortal Secret Realm with heaven-defying cultivation, and it's suspected he has already ascended!"

"Not just ascended; it's said that even a mighty figure from the Upper Realm tried to attack him, but was glared back with a single look!"

However, as those prodigies who had personally experienced it all returned to their respective families and Sects, various details began to spread with added embellishments.

The rumors also began to grow increasingly bizarre.

An Outer Sect Disciple of the Qingyun Sect was vividly recounting in a market teahouse: "My third uncle's son's Dao Companion's Senior Brother was right there on the scene!

He said that Senior didn't even lift a hand; he just blew a breath of air, and that Mahayana Stage old Devil Head turned to ash!"

The Cultivators in the teahouse listened in stunned silence, pulling out Spirit Stones one after another to ask him to continue.

This version circulated for less than a day before being replaced by an even more explosive one.

An Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa lowered his voice while discussing the Dao with friends: "What's blowing a breath? I heard from a Disciple of the Taixu Holy Land that Senior is actually an Immortal Emperor descended from the Immortal Realm!

His time playing in the mortal world here in our Eastern Wasteland has ended, and he was escorted back by an honor guard from the Immortal Realm!"

"Exactly! It's said that golden lotuses fell from the sky and there was Purple Qi Coming from the East for Thirty Thousand Miles. That scene, tsk tsk..." another Cultivator chimed in, his eyes full of yearning.

Soon, even the version of an Immortal Emperor descending couldn't satisfy people's imaginations.

A more ancient and even more noble title was bestowed upon that mysterious white-robed Senior.

A three-thousand-year-old Old Ancestor from the Flowing Cloud Valley said solemnly at a Sect assembly: "You are all wrong! I have searched through ancient records and finally found the answer.

That white-robed Senior is not an Immortal Emperor at all; he... is actually the Incarnation of the legendary 'Dao Ancestor' who created the path of cultivation!"

As soon as this claim came out, it was immediately accepted by countless people.

Indeed!

Besides the Dao Ancestor, who else could possess such power?

Besides the Dao Ancestor, who else could make a mighty figure from the Upper Realm back down?

Besides the Dao Ancestor, who else could still harbor compassion and protect all living beings upon leaving?

Thus, the legend of "The Dao Ancestor's Incarnation playing in the mortal world and returning to his Origin in the Falling Immortal Secret Realm" became the most mainstream and widely accepted version in the Eastern Wasteland.

Interestingly, in this massive storm sweeping the entire Eastern Wasteland, very few people knew the name Su Changge.

When all the Cultivators spoke of him, they used various titles of respect.

"That white-robed Senior."

"Dao Ancestor."

"Immortal Venerable."

His real name became an unmentionable taboo, forgotten by everyone in a silent understanding.

As the two major Sects that had the closest contact with the "Dao Ancestor," the status of the Taixu Holy Land and the Heavenly Sword Sect soared instantly.

Countless Loose Cultivators and even Cultivators from other Sects flocked to the two Holy Lands, hoping to hear even a few words about the "Dao Ancestor" from the mouths of Mo Wentian and Lin Gujian.

Even a trivial detail would be enough for them to go back and brag for a long time.

Outside the mountain gate of the Taixu Holy Land, thousands of Cultivators gathered every day.

"Senior Brother Mo! Please tell us about that Senior's elegance!"

"Senior Brother Lin! I heard you traveled with Senior for several days; could you reveal a thing or two?"

Among these Cultivators were white-haired Nascent Soul Old Monsters and young Disciples who had just established their foundations.

The same desire burned in all their eyes—a nearly frantic yearning for that legendary existence and the path leading to the immortal way.

Mo Wentian and Lin Gujian regarded Su Changge as the beacon they would pursue for the rest of their lives.

They cultivated more diligently than ever before.

Mo Wentian went into seclusion for seven days and broke through the Bottleneck that had troubled him for three years.

When he stepped out of the seclusion room, his entire temperament had changed, with a bit more of a transcendent and ethereal air between his brows.

"That single look from Senior made me understand what the true Great Dao is," Mo Wentian said to the brothers who came to congratulate him. "Cultivation is not about competing, but about enlightenment."

Lin Gujian gained new insights into the way of the sword; his Sword Intent now carried a hint of misty and ethereal aura, something he naturally realized after recalling the scenes of Su Changge taking action.

He stood at the peak of Heavenly Sword Peak every day, facing the firmament for hours at a time.

"Senior Brother, what are you looking at?" a Junior Brother asked curiously.

"I am looking at that path," Lin Gujian pointed at the sky, "the path Senior has walked."

They firmly believed that as long as they became strong enough, one day they would be able to tear through the firmament, ascend to the Upper Realm, and once again admire that Senior's elegance.

The entire Eastern Wasteland was tossed into unprecedented turmoil because of Su Changge's "departure."

Countless people went mad for it, and countless people fought for it.

The Scripture Pavilions of the major Sects were searched thoroughly, and all the classics regarding Ascension, the Upper Realm, and the Dao Ancestor were eagerly borrowed by Cultivators.

Some ancient Secret Realms, which were originally of no interest to anyone, were now packed to the brim.

Because there were rumors that those Secret Realms might hide traces left behind by the Dao Ancestor.

Some even began to build thatched huts near the ruins of the Falling Immortal Secret Realm, waiting day and night in hopes of sensing the aura left behind by that Senior.

The cultivation atmosphere in the Eastern Wasteland underwent a earth-shattering change in just a few short months.

Those Cultivators who previously only knew how to fight over resources and scheme against each other now began to Cultivate wholeheartedly, pursuing the Great Dao.

Because they knew that the existence of that Senior proved one thing—

Ascension is not a legend.

The Immortal Realm truly exists.

As long as one is strong enough, they can tear through the Boundary Wall and step into that legendary world.

However, the true protagonist of the story was, at this moment, experiencing an unprecedented crisis.