148: Li Yan's name is on the white jade bamboo slip? !

A chill ran down Li Yan’s spine when he saw what Yan Poshan encountered in White Jade Capital.

How vast was the Immortal Cultivation World, that it could provide hundreds of Ascenders daily?

And these Ascenders, upon arriving in White Jade Capital, became Materials for Immortals to use in Alchemy?

Were these Cultivators from the Lower Realm merely ants in the eyes of Immortals, not even worthy of being Cultivators?

Upon closer thought, Li Yan hadn't traveled very far since leaving Jingxu Sect.

He had always been wandering within this Small World known as the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Whether it was Jingxu Sect or Cloud City, even the Divine Tomb, they were all within the world of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

However, judging from the scene of Yan Poshan’s Ascension, this Immortal Cultivation World contained more than just one Ten Thousand Mountains.

It seemed the entire Lower Realm was divided into countless Small Worlds.

There were countless other places like the Ten Thousand Mountains, surrounded by barriers.

Li Yan started to sweat profusely as he thought about this.

“I never imagined that the people of this place would live their entire lives within the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

“And beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains, there are countless other places, separated by these barriers.”

What did that feel like?

Have you seen a beehive?

A beehive is composed of thousands of hexagonal cells, storing honey, eggs, or larvae.

Suppose, and I mean suppose.

Suppose the Ten Thousand Mountains is just one cell within that beehive.

Then, looking at the entire Immortal Cultivation World, it is divided into countless grid-like nests.

The people in each cell are, in fact, the 'honey' raised by the Immortals of White Jade Capital.

More accurately, it's a combination of 'honey' and 'Gu'.

That would be Beehive-style Gu Raising!

Li Yan let out a bitter laugh upon learning this truth.

His heart was filled with countless sorrows, that mixed feeling making him realize how insignificant humans were.

As a Transmigrator, he had originally believed he could defy fate.

He never expected that he was merely 'honey' in countless grids, the honey of the Immortal families of White Jade Capital.

Ascension was a scam. Moonlit Sword Immortal and Ember Immortal were probably already dead, right?

No wonder Ohazy moon reincarnated into Yan Qingqing, hiding within Yan Qingqing’s Soul.

Ohazy moon was hunted to her death, ultimately losing her memory.

If Ohazy moon, his female disciple, met such a fate, Ember Immortal was probably not faring any better.

Ember Immortal might have already been refined into a Golden Core by the Immortals of White Jade Capital, or perhaps, like Ohazy moon, she Reincarnated but lost her memory.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Knowledge was like a taboo; truth was a sharp blade.

The more one knew, the more one understood this world, the more despair one would feel.

Cultivation could grant longevity.

But the ultimate goal of Cultivation was to become a Golden Core for an Immortal family?

Then why should I cultivate at all?

However, a glimmer of hope remained in Li Yan's heart, hoping that this group of Ascenders could defy fate and resist the Upper Immortals.

Li Yan closed his eyes again at this moment, observing the situation in White Jade Capital through the Dao patterns on Yan Poshan’s body.

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When the hundreds of Ascenders heard the One-Eyed Old Man utter the words 'Alchemy Materials',

Some Cultivators immediately suffered Divine Soul collapse, laughing loudly.

“What a joke!”

“I, your elder, refined so many people into Pills in the Lower Realm, and now I am to be refined into a Pill?”

“Is this Karma? Is this destined Reincarnation?”

How ridiculous!

These elites from the Lower Realm, who viewed other Cultivators as fish on a chopping block.

After Ascension, they realized that Cultivation was a game of big fish eating small fish! And small fish eating shrimp!

The One-Eyed Old Man grinned, letting out a sinister laugh.

He seemed to enjoy toying with these people, watching these former powerhouses collapse and go berserk. The Old Man loved seeing their reactions.

The One-Eyed Old Man let out a low chuckle: “What I most enjoy seeing is your current state.”

“Every day, I tirelessly watch, watching you, the chosen ones of the Lower Realm, go from exasperated to Divine Soul-confused.”

“Be angry, wail, scream!”

Seeing the group about to resist, the One-Eyed Old Man flicked the brush in his hand, ink splattered, drawing a boundary!

An ink-colored barrier rose, trapping these elites within it.

Watching the chaotic Ascenders, the One-Eyed Old Man, holding his brush, leisurely recited:

“The Immortal Path is long, a thousand years but sand slipping through fingers.”

“Golden CoreWatch the changing world in a nutshell, Nascent Soul breaks tribulations to witness Dynasties change. Former Dao Companions turn to yellow earth, today's fellow disciples become ancient tombstones.”

“The fervor of slaying demons and devils has long cooled with the Dao Heart, leaving only a clear spiritual platform, counting the empty vastness of the sun and moon's rotation—this Immortal life of boundless longevity, was originally a ten-thousand-year solitude locked on the Ascension Platform.”

The unwilling Ascenders pounded on the barrier, roaring ceaselessly, like vengeful spirits from the depths of Hell.

Yet, the One-Eyed Old Man thoroughly enjoyed this scene; it was one of the few amusements in his long life.

“With a thousand years of essence blood, temper the Dao bones; with Ten Thousand Mountains and rivers, make a sacrifice.”

“What thousand-year Cultivation Geniuses, what Immortal couples.”

“Ah~ This feeling is wonderful. At this moment, most of you will turn into Golden Cores.”

Whenever the One-Eyed Old Man thought of this, he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

The small booklet he held was filled with names.

“The Immortal couple fromHappy Valley, Li Changqing and Liu Ruyan, since you love each other so much, I'll arrange for you to be in the same Pill Furnace, to be 'cooked' together.”

Behind the ink-colored barrier, the handsome man and beautiful woman desperately smashed the wall with Spells, but it was to no avail.

Before a True Immortal like the One-Eyed Old Man, these Blood Cultivators were nothing.

“Blood Jade Fairy from the Snowfield, your Blood Jade bones have some value. Send her to be skinned, de-fleshed, and her bones extracted.”

“The Barbarian fromNether Island, Abe Harumei, send him to become Yin and Yang White Jade bones.”

“The One-Armed Sword Immortal from theTomb, missing an arm? Can only be processed as waste material.”

To ignite the fear of these Ascenders, the One-Eyed Old Man called out their names, where they came from, and where they would be sent, one by one.

This place was like a slaughterhouse, where fresh pigs were brought in, sorted, selected, and processed according to their grade.

And the more angry and fearful the Ascenders became, the happier the One-Eyed Old Man grew.

Li Yan, possessing spiritual vision, could see that the One-Eyed Old Man was absorbing the fear and anger of these Ascenders.

By feeding on the intense emotions emitted by these people, the One-Eyed Old Man could gain a continuous supply of magical power, like consuming the toxic paste of an evil Cultivator, making the Old Man addicted.

From the Old Man's words, it could be deduced that the Immortal Cultivation World was vast! Very, very vast!

The Ten Thousand Mountains was also known as Bugui Mountain.

Within it, there was not only Bugui Mountain, but also regions like the Snowfield,Nether Island, andHappy Valley.

Just as Li Yan had just thought, each region was divided into honeycomb-like cells, and the Cultivators within were treated as Gu, raised inside.

And the One-Eyed Old Man casually flipped over the white jade slip, showing it to everyone.

It was densely covered with various names.

When Li Yan glanced over it, his name prominently appeared on it.

[Bugui Mountain — Li Yan.]