232: Chapter 232 Cultivated a Fake Immortal

Having lost a Golden Immortal, one could imagine that their days ahead would likely be difficult.

Furthermore, Li Yingzhen had obtained the Divine Stone; if she were to make a Breakthrough beyond the Golden Immortal Realm and achieve the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, a catastrophe would await them.

"What should we do?"

One of the Golden Immortals, possessing a large head but a face full of sorrow, as if he never got enough to eat every day, was none other than Golden Immortal Fu Mei, whom everyone in the Profound Abyss Dao Realm feared.

"What else can we do? Pray to the God."

This praying to the God was literal. Fu Mei extended his hand, and a sacrificial table appeared in the Void Realm. On the table sat a golden incense burner, with a stone trough underneath.

"I will go prepare the offerings," Golden Immortal Fu Yue said clearly. She was the only female immortal among the seven Golden Immortals. Although she was as beautiful as a flower, she was also ruthless.

She tore through space and returned after a dozen breaths. Clenching her hand, she then opened her palm, revealing a dense mass of Cultivators.

Those Cultivators, shrunk to the size of sesame seeds, were kowtowing frantically toward Fu Yue, shouting that they were willing to sacrifice their lives for Golden Immortal Fu Yue, and so on.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now is the time to sacrifice yourselves for me."

As soon as she spoke, the Cultivators in her palm went mad. "Ah!" "Ah ah!" "My Goddess Fu Yue spoke to me!" "Don't stop me! I want to be the first to sacrifice my life for Goddess Fu Yue!"

Fu Yue placed her fair, small hand over the stone trough and said softly, "Offer yourselves!"

These two words seemed to possess infinite charm. The Cultivators in her hand acted as if they were bewitched, scrambling to jump off her palm, falling into the stone trough to become flesh and blood.

In just over ten minutes, nearly three hundred thousand Cultivators finally filled the stone trough, yet the number of Cultivators in Fu Yue's palm did not seem to decrease at all; they remained densely packed and countless.

"Alright, this sacrifice ends here. The rest of you, come earlier next time," Fu Yue's voice rang out again.

"No!" "Goddess Fu Yue, I have waited three hundred full years for this moment. Please, Goddess, give me another chance?"

Countless Cultivators kowtowed in Fu Yue's palm. They had no idea what the outcome of jumping down was, believing it to be a test from the deity, thinking that as long as they jumped, they would see the deity, and they were firmly convinced of this.

Golden Immortal Fu Yue said nothing more, simply closing her hand and tearing through space to leave. When she reappeared, her hand was empty, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

However, the stone trough full of flesh and blood proved that three hundred thousand Cultivators had truly perished there just moments ago. Their flesh, blood, cultivation, and even their Divine Soul were all in the stone trough, all for the sake of seeing the deity of Golden Immortal Fu Yue.

"Begin." Fu Mei and the other Golden Immortals showed no reaction to this; it was clearly not their first time witnessing such a scene.

The smoke from the three incense sticks in the burner rose straight into the sky, and the flesh and blood in the stone trough vanished at a visible rate. Fu Mei and the others knelt under the sacrificial table, prostrating themselves with their buttocks stuck high in the air.

A moment later, a mysterious aura descended. "My God! Fu Mei, Fu Yue, Fu Zhen, Fu Hui, Fu Ju, and Fu Zhong request an audience..."

In the Void Realm, a grand voice spoke, "What is the matter?"

"My God..." Fu Mei hurriedly recounted the matter regarding Zhao Yi. "Golden Immortal Fu Ri has fallen? Dammit, you six wastes!"

Six beams of divine light appeared out of thin air, striking the six Golden Immortals including Fu Mei. From the neck down, the six instantly turned into skeletons, and although drenched in sweat, not one dared to make a sound.

"My God, please calm your anger!" Fu Mei spoke with a trembling voice, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground, his voice shaking. "Golden Immortal Fu Ri fell because that Zhao Yi has Heaven-Defying strength; it is not that we did not try our best. Li Yingzhen has also obtained the Divine Stone; if we do not contain her in time, I fear..."

Before he could finish, the aura in the Void Realm suddenly stagnated. The grand voice fell silent for a moment, as if pondering something. "Divine Stone? Zhao Yi? So it is him!"

"My God, please see clearly!" Fu Mei endured the excruciating pain of the divine light eroding his body, gritting his teeth as he said, "Although that Zhao Yi is also of Golden Immortal Realm, I do not know what kind of heavenly dao law he practices. The moment Fu Ri met him, he completely perished. With our current cultivation and Immortal Artifacts, I fear..."

"Wastes are wastes," the voice snorted coldly. "If it were not for the fact that I am on the Origin Continent and unable to act freely, why would I need ants like you to act on behalf of divine power? Seven against one, and you still lost a Golden Immortal; you deserve to be killed!"

The six beams of divine light trembled slightly, and the sound of bones grinding together emanated from the skeleton-like bodies. It was the sound of Fu Mei and the others enduring pain while kowtowing and pleading for their lives.

"Very well. Bring out your Immortal Artifacts."

Golden Immortal Fu Mei's Da Wu Sword, Golden Immortal Fu Yue's Moon Radiance Wheel, Golden Immortal Fu Zhen's Abyss Suppression Pagoda, Golden Immortal Fu Hui's Radiance Mirror, Golden Immortal Fu Ju's Void Rectifying Ruler, and Golden Immortal Fu Zhong's Loyal Soul Banner—the six Immortal Artifacts hovered above their respective heads.

"Act!" The last bit of essence blood in the flesh-filled stone trough steamed upwards, turning into scarlet mist that coiled between the six Immortal Artifacts.

The green smoke from the three incense sticks in the burner suddenly twisted, actually condensing into a blurry rune that pressed down from the Void Realm, imprinting itself into the core of the Immortal Artifacts.

"This is a wisp of my Origin divine seal," the grand voice said in a low tone. "Using your Immortal Artifacts as a guide, you can briefly open the world-destroying great millstone. The time limit is one incense stick's duration, and the cost is for each of you to lose three thousand years of cultivation."

"Thank you for your grace, my God!" Fu Mei kowtowed with a trembling voice, his head striking the ground with a dull thud.

"Remember," the voice said coldly, "Success is the only option; failure is not allowed. If you allow Li Yingzhen to grow and successfully establish the six paths of reincarnation, I will descend personally. What I will take will not be your cultivation, but your Divine Souls, to be eternally suppressed in the Spirit Refining Prison!"

Before the words faded, the Void Realm trembled, and the mysterious aura suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared. The six Golden Immortals collapsed onto the ground, their immortal bodies slowly regaining flesh and blood, but their faces were as pale as paper.

"world-destroying great millstone? Reincarnation God-Monarch, let's see if you die this time!"

Seven Golden Mountains, Golden Palace. Li Yingzhen and Zhao Yi, who had been sleeping, suddenly woke up at the same time.

Li Yingzhen smiled and said, "Did you also feel it, Virtuous Younger Brother? I thought those seven idiots had a Grand Unity Golden Immortal behind them; I didn't expect it to be a Lower God. I underestimated them."

"Lower God?" Zhao Yi asked in confusion. This Rank was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

"After the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm, one ignites the divine fire, becomes an Incarnation of Law, and achieves the status of a deity. The Great Dao is immortal, and the deity is immortal! It is the highest pursuit of us Cultivators."

"A Lower God is one who becomes an Incarnation of one Law. A Middle God becomes an Incarnation of a hundred Laws, greatly increasing their strength. An Upper God becomes an Incarnation of ten thousand Laws. Can you see the two brightest points of light on the Origin Continent? Those are the two Upper Gods, Myriad Manifestations God Lord and Orthodox God Lord!"

When Li Yingzhen mentioned these two names, thunder suddenly rumbled in the Void Realm as if in warning. Zhao Yi felt his hair stand on end, as if he had been glanced at by some terrifying existence.

One must know that he was now a Golden Immortal; what kind of existence could make him feel like an ant?

"Huh! Something is wrong?" After returning to normal, Zhao Yi realized belatedly. Wasn't there the Dao Ancestor Realm after the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm? God? What kind of thing was that? Could it be that he had been practicing a fake immortality?