72: Chapter 72: Pouring Cement into the Demon God's Buttocks, and the First "Illegal Building" in the Cultivation World
Heavenly River Sword Sect, Scripture Pavilion, second floor.
Li Mo stood before that massive "engineering blueprint," his well-defined fingers gripping a red pen.
He focused on the drawing, specifically the massive rear end of the Demon God stuck in the Heavenly Gate, and drew a circle.
"The foundation determines how high a building can go."
Li Mo pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting the light from the blueprint. His tone didn't sound like he was joking; rather, it felt like he was presiding over a supreme meeting to decide the future of the world.
"If our Heavenly River Sword Sect is going to pull off a 'Conceptual Ascension,' we can't be like those ordinary Cultivators, foolishly lining up to squeeze into the heavens."
"The efficiency is too low, and it's too conspicuous. It's purely making ourselves a sitting duck for those above."
His fingertip lightly tapped the blueprint.
"So, my plan is—attachment."
"Attachment?"
Gu Canghai, Lei Wanjun, Former Inspector of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, and the newly appointed Director Haotian—the four high-ranking executives of the New World Group—were all gathered around the table, their brains collectively stalling.
"Yes, attachment."
Li Mo's finger moved to the area circled in red—a massive, full, and powerfully built... Beelzebub's butt.
"See this? This butt is currently stuck in the gap between the Human Realm and the Immortal Realm, neither up nor down."
"This position is simply a god-given treasure land."
"It can passively enjoy the nourishment of the Spiritual Qi leaking from the Immortal Realm, while also being connected to the earth's veins of our Human Realm."
"We just need to... completely fix it in place, turning it from a living creature into a permanent 'aerial foundation'."
A hint of a manic curve appeared at the corners of Li Mo's mouth.
"Then, we'll use ropes to just hang our Sect right under this butt."
"This is what they call taking advantage of a big tree (butt) to enjoy the shade."
Total silence.
The air seemed to turn into a viscous solid.
Director Haotian's once majestic imperial face now had muscles twitching uncontrollably.
"Mr. Li, let's not even discuss whether this image is too shocking..."
"That Demon God is alive! It moves! What if it gets an upset stomach one day, or... it successfully loses weight? Won't our entire Sect fall from the sky and be flattened like a pancake?"
"Excellent question."
Li Mo snapped his fingers, the crisp sound breaking the silence.
"So, today, we have only one task."
He calmly announced the day's construction details.
"Pour cement... into it."
...
Half an hour later.
The tianhe vessel took to the skies once more. This time, its deck was filled with the Sect's most elite 'construction crew'—a group of broad-shouldered, muscular Abyssal Ogres.
The vessel's cargo hold was filled with a special 'Rule Cement' that Li Mo had personally formulated.
Its recipe was enough to make any Artifact Refining Great Master's Dao Heart shatter on the spot.
Aggregate: Discarded Immortal Artifacts 'offered' by various major Sects in the Immortal Realm, all crushed into uniform granules.
Adhesive: Slime Royal Jelly, famous for its stickiness, taken from the toxic marshes of the Abyss.
Core additive: Golden powder ground from 'Heavenly Law Decree Runes' once used to Seal ancient Vicious Beasts, generously sponsored by Director Haotian.
"The strength of this stuff definitely meets the standards of an 'Emperor Rank' composite material."
Lei Wanjun was directing the ogres to load the evenly mixed grayish-black cement into a row of massive High-pressure spray guns. He patted a barrel, his face full of pride.
"Forget the gluttonous Beelzebub's sphincter; even if the Heavenly Dao itself tried to break it, it wouldn't leave a single mark on this!"
The vessel slowed down, gradually approaching the Bronze Heavenly Gate.
That massive dark-red butt was still vibrating slightly in rhythm. Occasionally, a few drops of lava-hot demon blood dripped from deep within the folds, emitting the scent of sulfur.
Li Mo stood at the bow, holding a megaphone modified from an amplification array, and shouted at the magnificent 'scenery.'
"Brother Beelzebub, bear with it for a moment, it'll be over soon!"
"We're helping you, treating your chronic 'air leak' for free, and throwing in a Divine-Grade 'permanent butt-lift' treatment for good measure!"
"Do it!"
Sizzle—!!!
Dozens of High-pressure spray guns roared in response.
The grayish-black 'Rule Cement' turned into fierce dragons, tearing through the air and firing with pinpoint accuracy into the narrow and critical gap between Beelzebub's butt and the Bronze Heavenly Gate.
"Roar?!" (What is this? Cold and slippery?)
Beelzebub's massive body, stuck behind the gate, shuddered violently.
A viscous, cold substance carrying a supreme sealing power was rapidly filling every inch of space around its body, bringing an unprecedented sense of restraint.
"Roar!!" (No! Don't even think about it! That's my way out! My freedom!)
Beelzebub let out a terrified roar, twisting its body with all its might, trying to pull itself out of this deadly confinement.
"Thinking of running now?"
Li Mo's eyes turned cold as he leisurely took out his Physics textbook from his robes.
"Rule: Friction, amplify ten thousand times!"
Buzz—!
The invisible power of the Law descended.
The Demon God's skin, which was originally as smooth as silk, instantly became rougher than the coarsest sandpaper.
Combined with the cement that was hardening at a visible rate, Beelzebub discovered with horror that it... had been welded shut.
It could no longer move at all.
Not only that, the terrifying heat and massive contraction force released during the cement's curing process were completely fusing it with that ancient Bronze Heavenly Gate.
"What... what kind of evil sorcery is this?!"
On the other side of the Heavenly Gate, the several Golden-Armored Divine Generals responsible for guarding it were completely dumbfounded.
They watched helplessly as the gap in the Heavenly Gate, which had originally allowed a sliver of light from the Lower Realm to pass through, was completely blocked and leveled by an unheard-of grayish-black substance.
"This is... Illegal Construction!"
One Divine General finally reacted, shaking with rage as he pointed at the 'cement wall' and roared, "They are blocking the Heavenly Gate! This is destroying the eternal Feng Shui of the Immortal Realm! Quick! Use Magic Treasures to blast it open!"
Boom! Boom boom boom!
In an instant, countless immortal sword lights and palm thunders turned into a brilliant rain of light, slamming hard against the layer of newly solidified cement.
However.
Aside from a few insignificant sparks, the layer of 'Rule Cement,' mixed with countless Immortal Artifact fragments and Heavenly Law runes, didn't even have a scratch left on it.
"Save your strength, everyone."
Li Mo's voice, muffled by the cement layer, reached the Immortal Realm.
"This cement is made from your own Magic Treasures. This is called 'using their own methods against them'."
"From today on, this gate is permanently closed."
"If you wish to travel to the Lower Realm for official business, please use the official channels."
Li Mo paused and added.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, the official channels have already been contracted by us."
...
Three hours later.
Construction was complete.
The once majestic and sacred South Heaven Gate had completely changed.
The ancient bronze giant gates had vanished, replaced by a massive, ugly, but eternal-aura-emanating grayish-black strange platform.
In the center of the platform, a dark-red, highly three-dimensional... butt was perfectly embedded.
It was like a giant patch applied between heaven and earth, full of post-modern deconstructivist style, indestructible.
"Finished!"
Lei Wanjun wiped the sweat from his forehead, admiring this great 'work of art' he had personally supervised with immense pride.
"Mr. Li, what's next?"
"Next, we open for business."
Li Mo took out a seemingly ordinary golden thread from his robes. It was transformed from the spine of the dragon vein heavenly book, with one end connected to the Karma of heaven and earth.
"Go!"
The golden line shot out like a swimming dragon, one end plunging deep into the center of the cement platform, while the other end hung straight down like a divine fishing line, accurately connecting to the Heavenly River Sword Sect on the ground.
Li Mo floated high in the air, looking down at the vast land below, his voice reaching every corner of the Sect.
"Activate the 'tianhe no. 1' engine array!"
"Ignite the 'Ancient God Crude Oil'!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with unquestionable command.
"Rise... for me!"
Rumble—!!!
On the ground, the Heavenly River Sword Sect, already modified according to the blueprints, erupted with a violent roar.
Inside the mountain, twelve Planetary-grade Engines modified with Shadow Sect core technology simultaneously sprayed out blinding blue plasma exhaust.
Under the terrified gazes of countless Cultivators in the Southern Desolation.
That Scripture Pavilion, which had been passed down for ten thousand years, along with its main peak, square, oil wells, and even that forest of flesh and blood...
Was slowly, inch by inch, rising from the ground.
The earth was torn open with a massive wound, and ten thousand tons of rock collapsed like a waterfall.
A massive 'Floating Mountain,' pulled by the golden Karma Line, rose resolutely toward that 'butt foundation' above the firmament.
"It... it's flying?!"
"My god! The entire Sect is ascending?!"
"No! This isn't Ascension!"
Director Haotian stood at the edge of the rising square, feeling the surging power beneath his feet. He looked down at the rapidly shrinking mountains and rivers, his eyes flashing with a light called 'fanaticism.'
"This is called... claiming the land as king!"
"We are going to set up our home right at the doorstep of the Immortal Realm!"
He threw his arms open to the howling wind and let out a roar from his Soul.
"From now on, we are the Immortal Realm's... number one Holdout!"
As the Heavenly River Sword Sect ascended, the spiritual energy of the entire Southern Desolation and even half of the Cultivation World's earth began to pour frantically into that torn Void Realm.
Beneath that butt foundation, later known as the 'Cultivation World's First Illegal Construction,' a new kingdom in the sky, a brand new legend, was being born.
Li Mo sat on the balcony of the ascending Scripture Pavilion, leisurely holding a cup of spiritual tea, admiring the approaching Heavenly Gate.
"The landlord (Ancient God) is about to wake up; the ground isn't safe."
"The Immortal Realm (parasites) is too crowded; there's no room for us up there."
He took a sip of tea and showed a comfortable smile.
"So..."
"We'll just live in this 'mezzanine' that's neither up nor down."
"Moving forward, we can collect some tolls from the Immortal Realm; moving back, we can continue to extract oil from the Ancient God."
"This is the perfect ecological niche."