180: Chapter 180 How could this happen?

Zhao Yi gripped the great sumeru treasure hoe.

The opponent has an Immortal, yet the Lower Profound Sect still has so many people left; it seems they were holding back.

Perhaps they were waiting for some Ancestor Zhao to show up.

Then it hit him—he was currently the Ancestor Zhao of the Lower Profound Sect.

Did he just jump into a pit he dug himself?

Before he could speak, Approximate burrowed out of the ground, transformed into a Dragon form, and lay on his shoulder, whispering, "Master, this old man has such intense killing intent, and with Immortal light flashing around him, I'm afraid he's not one to be trifled with."

"Not to be trifled with?"

Zhao Yi grinned.

"Are you stupid?"

"No matter how tough he is, there's only one of him, and there are two of us."

With that, Zhao Yi took a step forward, the white clouds scattered, and he stepped onto the Void Realm, his Aura erupting violently.

Boom!

The pressure of the Mid-stage Human Immortal Realm spread like a tide, gravel on the ground soared into the air, and the surrounding space hummed and trembled.

"I am Zhao Yi, the Immortal Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening, echoing through heaven and earth.

"You dared to trespass on my sect's land and destroy my mountain gate; you deserve ten thousand deaths."

The one-eyed old man's expression shifted slightly, and he snorted coldly.

"Playing tricks. If you were truly an Immortal, how could you be trapped in a mere Wandering Array? You're clearly an impostor who escaped using the array."

"An impostor?"

Zhao Yi laughed.

He slowly raised his hand, and the great sumeru treasure hoe appeared out of thin air. A hundred-meter-long giant hoe spanned the sky, its blade pointing down, aimed directly at the people from the Blood Slaughter Sect.

"Then does this strike count as an Immortal's technique?"

Before his voice faded, the giant hoe crashed down!

Boom!!

The sky and earth changed color, the ground split open, and a hundred-mile-long abyss appeared out of nowhere. The Cultivators of the Blood Slaughter Sect retreated in panic, but dozens were too slow to dodge and were crushed directly into powder.

Blood mist filled the air, and screams were endless.

The one-eyed old man's pupils shrank, filled with shock and fury.

"You... you actually have this level of cultivation?"

It turned out he still didn't believe Zhao Yi had the strength of a Human Immortal.

Zhao Yi stood in the Void Realm, his robes fluttering, his gaze like lightning.

"Now, do you believe?"

The entire field fell silent.

The people of the Lower Profound Sect were moved to tears, while the morale of the Blood Slaughter Sect collapsed.

The one-eyed old man gnashed his teeth and suddenly grinned sinisterly: "Good! What a fine Immortal."

"Today, my Blood Slaughter Sect admits defeat, but remember, my sect is backed by the 'Netherworld Hall.' You killed my Disciples; this debt will be repaid sooner or later."

After saying that, he suddenly exploded, black mist surging around him as he attempted to flee.

"Want to leave?"

Zhao Yi sneered.

"Approximate, stop him."

"Woof!"

Zhao Yi...

This Dead Dog was currently in the form of a Dragon, yet it barked like a dog. Indeed, cross-species mutations were easy.

Approximate didn't know what Zhao Yi was thinking; it turned into a golden light, instantly appearing before the black mist and taking a bite.

"Crunch!"

The black mist was like an apple, with a piece bitten out by Approximate.

The Immortal technique was broken, and the one-eyed old man spat blood as he flew backward, his face filled with horror.

"This... is this a True Dragon?"

"Damn it, you're keeping a True Dragon as a pet?"

Zhao Yi slowly approached, his voice icy.

"None of your business!"

"Give me your life."

The one-eyed old man held his Bone Staff horizontally in front of him.

"Do you really not take the Netherworld Hall seriously?"

"Young man, do not bring disaster upon yourself."

"Netherworld Hall? Never heard of it."

"But today, you must die."

Damn it, you don't look like a good person, not to mention that Bone Staff in your hand—it's clearly a Human Race leg bone.

Zhao Yi raised the great sumeru treasure hoe, the blade glowing with golden light.

"With this strike, I'll send you to Hell."

The giant hoe fell, and the world went silent.

The Blood Slaughter Sect was wiped out.

"An Immortal Avatar?"

"Consider yourself lucky."

Zhao Yi spat.

...

As the dust settled, One Who Listens to Emptiness and the others knelt on the ground, their voices trembling.

"Thank you, Ancestral Master, for saving our lives."

Zhao Yi put away the treasure hoe and said calmly,

"Since you call me Ancestral Master, isn't it only right to save you?"

"Come, take me back to the sect."

"Approximate, where is the Immortal Stone mine?"

With the danger cleared, Zhao Yi brought up the Immortal Stone mine again.

One Who Listens to Emptiness was confused.

"Ancestral Master, does Xuan Mountain really have an Immortal Stone mine?"

Zhao Yi...

How would he know?

But if Approximate said there was, there definitely was. After all, when it came to finding veins and locating mines, Approximate was a professional.

Ahead, Approximate was already leading the way, riding on clouds and mist.

The group arrived at an unnamed small mountain a thousand miles away from Xuan Mountain.

It belonged to the same mountain range as the Profound Sect.

"It's right here."

One Who Listens to Emptiness...

Many members of the Lower Profound Sect...

This was where they raised Spirit Beasts, and the small mountain was covered in filth. You're saying there's an Immortal Stone mine here?

Isn't this a joke?

Approximate transformed into its thousand-foot true form and, without any disdain, pushed over the small mountain and clawed open the rock layer, revealing a patch of crystal-clear mountain stone.

"It really is an Immortal Stone mine."

"Wuwu~"

"Our Lower Profound Sect is finally saved."

One Who Listens to Emptiness lay on the mountain stone and actually started crying again.

Other Cultivators of the Lower Profound Sect were also wiping away tears.

This gave Zhao Yi a wave of revulsion. Lower Profound Sect?

To him, it looked like a Sissy Sect.

Damn it, I have to find a way to toughen them up.

Zhao Yi didn't want to be called a Sissy Ancestral Master.

"Everyone, get the Hell out of the way."

Feeling uncomfortable, Zhao Yi's tone naturally turned sour.

Seeing Zhao Yi holding the hoe, One Who Listens to Emptiness wiped his tears and asked in confusion,

"Ancestral Master, what are you doing?"

"Digging for Immortal Stones."

"Can't you tell?"

"Ah?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness was dumbfounded.

"Ancestral Master, you're digging for Immortal Stones personally?"

"Is that appropriate?"

Zhao Yi...

"What's not appropriate about it?"

Are you kidding? If it wasn't for this Immortal Stone mine, would he have become the Ancestral Master of the Lower Profound Sect?

One Who Listens to Emptiness naturally didn't know Zhao Yi's plan; he looked at Zhao Yi with a face full of surprise.

"It's nothing, nothing. I just didn't expect you to know how to mine, Ancestral Master."

"And I didn't expect you to also be an Immortal Fu De. In the future, this Immortal Stone mine won't have to benefit outsiders."

Zhao Yi was speechless.

What do you mean "know how to mine"?

Isn't it something anyone with hands can do?

But...

"What is an Immortal Fu De?"

Zhao Yi clearly caught the main point.

One Who Listens to Emptiness said, "Immortal Fu De? It's exactly what it sounds like—an Immortal with blessings, an Immortal with Karma."

Zhao Yi's expression changed.

"And if I don't have it, what happens?"

"Don't have it?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness was stunned for a moment.

"Immortal Stones are spiritual. Only those with destiny or an Immortal Fu De can dig them..."

"What if someone else digs them?"

"It would be in vain because if you're not an Immortal Fu De, you simply won't find any."

"Could it be?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness looked at Zhao Yi cautiously.

"Is the Ancestral Master not an Immortal Fu De?"

Zhao Yi...

"I don't know. How can one tell if they are an Immortal Fu De?"

One Who Listens to Emptiness was speechless. He really wanted to ask if the Old Ancestor had gone stupid from seclusion; how could he not know this?

Unfortunately, he didn't dare. He could only explain,

"Old Ancestor, in the Great Awakening Spirit Realm, there is an incantation,"

"called the Merit Mantra."

"When an Immortal holds this incantation, they can see their own Karma and know their own sins."

"Old Ancestor, the Merit Mantra is..."

"Om, Bei, Mi, Da, La, Suo, Ha,"

"Reflect my heart, reveal my true Karma."

After One Who Listens to Emptiness finished chanting the Merit Mantra, a faint white light appeared behind his head.

"Old Ancestor, for those who cultivate immortality, blessings are hard to come by, and one dares not touch sin."

"Therefore, Disciples are what's commonly called 'Whiteboards'."

"Merit Mantra?"

Zhao Yi was quite interested.

"Om, Bei, Mi, Da, La, Suo, Ha,"

"Reflect my heart, reveal my true Karma."

When Zhao Yi finished chanting the Merit Mantra, all the Cultivators of the Lower Profound Sect were completely dumbfounded.

One Who Listens to Emptiness even slumped to the ground, his face pale.

"How could this be?"