Chapter 82: The Immortal Realm is Exploding

Everything has its own chain of disdain.

From the choice between gas and electric vehicles to the types of gaming platforms, disdain and superiority exist equally in all things.

Among the many extraordinary systems, cultivators are undoubtedly the most arrogant. Systems like magic, in Li Wanshou’s eyes, aren’t even worth a single hair of the immortal path.

“Change, it must be changed!”

The old man huffed and puffed.

“What’s the point of becoming a god? My disciple must ascend to immortality. Then, master and disciple both as immortals—how splendid would that be!”

“Hmph, you foolish disciple, it’s not too late to correct yourself now!”

“Wait for me to reshape your spiritual root!”

“Master, actually, I…” Xu Xi was about to explain that he practiced both cultivation and magic, and his once-burned Heavenly Spiritual Root had long since recovered.

But Li Wanshou acted quickly.

The wind pressed against the bamboo, leaves rustled, and his wrinkled hand moved through the light.

From the intangible void, he pulled out an object.

A green radiance swirled, like crystalline jade or a tenacious growing root. Its original form must have been some rare divine wood.

Based on experience, Xu Xi immediately judged it to be an excellent material for crafting an external wood-type spiritual root.

No.

Xu Xi’s expression turned to shock. What the old man took out wasn’t raw material but a near-complete semi-finished product, only needing to be implanted into a person’s body.

This meant Li Wanshou had been preparing for this day long ago.

Xu Xi was certain.

The old man himself hadn’t expected this day to come. His earlier surprise and joy were genuine.

So, what mindset had driven the old man to prepare such a spiritual root in advance?

“Master,” Xu Xi spoke softly.

“What is it now, you rebellious disciple?” Li Wanshou frowned slightly.

“Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to apologize to you.”

“Hmph, at least you have some conscience. It wasn’t in vain for me to deceive… ahem, buy this Jianmu branch for you.”

The old man raised an eyebrow, looking quite pleased with himself.

But just as he held the Jianmu branch, ready to implant the spiritual root into Xu Xi, he was shocked to find that a wood-type Heavenly Spiritual Root already existed peacefully within Xu Xi’s body.

Xu Xi was not only a Saint Magister but also a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator.

“This… this is…”

The old man was baffled.

His beloved disciple coming back to life was shocking enough.

He never expected that the Heavenly Spiritual Root, which should have been completely destroyed, had also recovered.

“I suppose it’s just a stroke of luck,” Xu Xi smiled, not revealing the existence of the simulator, attributing everything to the grand power of world fusion.

“To think it would be like this. I went through the trouble of finding this Jianmu,” Li Wanshou sighed regretfully.

He glanced at the Jianmu branch, his eyes filled with disdain, and casually tossed it to Xu Xi.

In his words, it was just a rotten piece of wood, useless to an immortal like him, so he might as well give it to Xu Xi.

Xu Xi thanked him with a smile, accepting the gift without hesitation.

His master’s stubbornness was as consistent as ever.

Gently shaking the teacup, the spiritual bamboo water danced gracefully in the cup, emitting a fresh fragrance. A sip revealed a perfectly balanced warmth.

Xu Xi and Li Wanshou sat facing each other, surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, feeling the gentle breeze and the faint, lingering spiritual energy.

“Master, are you truly at the immortal realm now?”

“Of course.”

Faced with Xu Xi’s curious question, Li Wanshou couldn’t help but stroke his beard and laugh, clearly proud that Xu Xi had finally asked.

“My talent isn’t great, not comparable to your Heavenly Spiritual Root.”

“But my luck is astonishing, hahaha.”

“Somehow, as my lifespan neared its end, I unexpectedly found an immortal pill. Not only did my cultivation break through to the Spirit Transformation stage, freeing me from the brink of death, but my cultivation aptitude also leaped forward. Truly marvelous!”

The old man spoke at length.

His seemingly calm face couldn’t hide the upward curve of his lips.

He went on and on about his cultivation history.

From shocking the Cultivation World to slaying peak-level experts, he talked until he finally ascended to immortality, only stopping to take a sip of spiritual water to quench his thirst.

“So, you’ve ascended to immortality?”

“Would I lie about such a thing?”

After hearing Li Wanshou’s reply, Xu Xi grew even more puzzled: “Then why aren’t you in the Immortal Realm, but here in this world instead?”

The old man’s expression stiffened, as if touched by something unpleasant.

His lips twitched.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence: “The Immortal Realm… is gone.”

The old man began recounting his experience.

It was on a sunny morning. Having reached the peak of mortal cultivation, he stepped into the Immortal Realm’s guiding light under the respectful gazes of countless junior disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect. His mortal body ascended, and his soul was remade.

Everything was so smooth.

Everything was so natural.

Li Wanshou soared through the air, comprehending the Dao, and ascended to immortality. Amidst the phenomena of falling flowers and golden lotuses, his form flew into the infinitely distant spacetime, until he was drawn into the Immortal Realm.

The Immortal Realm was beautiful and mysterious, even more breathtaking than the descriptions in the various sects’ records.

Ancient and immortal.

The Dao existed eternally.

Vast heavens surrounded the Immortal Realm, and boundless seas pushed against its peaks.

It was the center of all realms, the ultimate destination countless seekers of the Dao dreamed of. The immortal light was dazzling and awe-inspiring, and the stars were massive, pressing against the boundaries of worlds.

True immortals within the Immortal Realm comprehended the laws.

Supreme Immortal Kings ruled over infinite domains.

True dragons soared through the nine heavens, and qilins roamed the nine realms, perfectly embodying what it meant to be the Immortal Realm.

At that time, Li Wanshou was so shocked by the sight of the Immortal Realm that he couldn’t speak. When he finally regained his senses, excited to begin exploring, an unexpected event occurred.

The Immortal Realm.

Was severed by a single sword strike.

Yes, literally, a flawless sword light cut through the realm’s body.

Some immortals exclaimed, “He has returned.”

Li Wanshou didn’t understand. Having just ascended, his knowledge of the Immortal Realm was too limited. He didn’t even know what to do.

Originally planning to find Xu Moli in the Immortal Realm and take care of his disciple’s only relative, the sudden catastrophe in the Immortal Realm was too abrupt.

Space-time collapsed, the Immortal Realm exploded, and the newly ascended Li Wanshou, as weak as an ant, was pulled and swallowed by the collapsing spacetime, unable to control his fate.

In the end, as Xu Xi saw, he was forced to transmigrate to the real world.

“Tell me, how could such a fine Immortal Realm just disappear like that?”

The old man sighed.

He gloomily drained the spiritual water in one gulp.

“Although I am a true immortal, that catastrophe was too vast. Now, no matter what, I can’t find a way back.”

“Helpless, I stayed in this world as a guest.”

“Taking up this role as, uh, Bureau Director of the Supernatural Administration?”

Li Wanshou’s thoughts were simple.

Although Earth wasn’t the Cultivation World he knew, the culture and customs of China bore many similarities to the Cultivation World, so he chose to lend a hand.

At the same time.

The fusion of the supernatural and the appearance of Boundary Ruins also caught Li Wanshou’s attention.

He speculated that Earth might have some unique feature attracting the descent of myriad realms. If he could figure it out, perhaps he could find a way back to his original Cultivation World.

As for the Immortal Realm…

Having witnessed its explosion firsthand, the old man held no hope for its survival.