Thinking of the story of the Investiture of the Gods that the teacher told her about during her trip to Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, Guiling Shengmu immediately felt that a storm was brewing.
At times like these, besides retreating to the mountains for arduous cultivation and quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic, making friends with immortals from all walks of life and having friends all over the world is also a good path.
Although Cao Ya is weak, the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit observes his innate talent and destiny, and believes that he has the potential to become an immortal in the future.
Once one attains immortality, one has begun to transcend life and death, and is no longer bound by the Three Realms and Five Elements.
"Alas, it's just a casual move. If it succeeds, I'll be happy; if it fails, there's no loss." The Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit thought to herself, bowed, bid farewell to Cao Ya, and rode away in a streak of light.
On the other side, Cao Ya watched the Turtle Spirit Mother fly away and frowned slightly. The prehistoric continent was already showing signs of a great calamity, and all the immortal sects and Buddhist sects were closing their gates and dared not leave the mountains easily.
But when a great calamity truly erupts, how can one avoid it simply by hiding?
Cao Ya felt that he also needed to be careful, to stay away from the world and hide in the deep mountains and forests, disappearing without a trace, so that he could not be dragged into the great calamity again.
This unnamed mountain is located within the territory of the Yin Shang Dynasty. It is next to the territory of a feudal lord and a vast area of sacred mountains where various sects gather. If he continues to stay here, he will likely be tainted by the aura of calamity and lose his mind. If he does something foolish, Cao Ya will truly be doomed.
"Yes, I'll go deep into the mountains and forests, where few people venture, and the calamity's aura won't spread. I'll seclude myself and cultivate diligently, and then emerge from the mountains after a thousand or so years. By then, the Great Tribulation of the Gods will be over, and I'll have nothing to worry about." Cao Ya encouraged himself with these words.
What else could he do?
Will they willingly step into the Investiture of the Gods?
Is he trying to kill himself?!
After a quick tidying up, there wasn't much to it. The truly precious items were the "Fragment of the One Yuan Golden Elixir" and the "Turtle Spirit Immortal Technique: Celestial Immortal Chapter," both of which were in Cao Ya's mind.
brush!
Cao Ya took to the air and left the Yin Shang Dynasty, avoiding the territories of the eight hundred feudal lords, and went straight to those remote and desolate places.
If people knew about his whereabouts, they would probably laugh at him for being cowardly and timid.
But Cao Ya wasn't embarrassed at all; saving his life wasn't shameful.
Do you not see the Jie Sect now, with ten thousand immortals paying homage, its power dominating the universe? The Chan Sect, the Western Sect, the Heavenly Court, and the human race are all inferior to it.
As for the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan, whose era has passed, they can't even catch up with the Jie Sect's taillights and have been left far behind.
But after the Investiture of the Gods, the Jie Sect was reduced to only a handful of members, and even its leader was reprimanded by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Of course, the Chan sect didn't fare well either.
On the contrary, Western religions quietly made a fortune and ushered in a period of great prosperity.
Especially after Journey to the West, Western Buddhism almost broke away from Xuanmen and became its equal.
It should be noted that the Xuanmen sect was passed down by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Even though the Dao Ancestor Hongjun did not concern himself with worldly affairs after merging with the Dao, the power of the Western Sect was still enough to make people tremble with fear.
The schemes of the two Western saints were undeniably far-sighted.
Below even a sage, all are but ants.
Cao Ya is not even an immortal. In the eyes of a sage, he is probably not even an ant, but just a speck of dust.
Interfering in the Investiture of the Gods is simply courting death!
Fortunately, Cao Ya was still quite strong, at the peak of the Refining Spirit Returning to Emptiness realm, and his combat power was not weak. He could go to many dangerous places. Otherwise, he would not have been able to go very far before he might have died in some kind of fight.
Along the way, he did encounter cultivators fighting each other. When such things happened, Cao Ya would usually just take a look from afar and then take a detour to avoid them.
In the end, Cao Ya stepped out of the borders of the Yin Shang Dynasty and went into seclusion to cultivate in a dangerous and deserted place.
He didn't find anything wrong with the abundance of miasma; on the contrary, he felt a surge of joy. The stronger the poisonous mist and miasma, the better. Cultivators feared it like the plague and were unwilling to get involved, fearing it would ruin their cultivation.
With no Taoist priests around, he was naturally very safe here alone.
The area was desolate and uninhabited for thousands of miles, with no signs of life. Cao Ya studied the "Turtle Spirit Immortal Techniques: Celestial Immortal Chapter," which described some formations and talisman techniques. Alchemy and weapon crafting were not mentioned, but that was enough.
Combining the knowledge from the "Fragment of the One Yuan Golden Elixir," Cao Ya set up a multi-layered composite formation, stirring up the poisonous mist and miasma. The entire desolate region, spanning thousands of miles, was completely integrated. Even if an attack came from the Void and Dao, Cao Ya was confident he could withstand it.
After finally calming down and cultivating for several years, during which time they entered the system space twice, there were no new people there. Nothing much happened in Cao Ya's other worlds either. After sharing memories, they would chat casually for a few minutes and then everyone would disperse.
Cao Ya returned to the Great World of the Primordial Era and continued his arduous cultivation.
Time flows at different speeds in different worlds.
The Great World of Primordial Era is one where time flows relatively quickly.
Moreover, the history of this world is roughly the same as what Cao Ya knows, but the actual timeline is completely different.
The Shang Dynasty has existed for tens of thousands of years, which is an incredibly long period of time.
Cao Ya speculated that, based on this timeline, the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods would likely take several hundred years to erupt.
His original prediction that he would emerge from the mountains a thousand years later was not very reliable.
Cao Ya decided to leave the mountain ten thousand years later to travel around the world and settle his karmic debt with the Holy Mother Guiling.
However, an event disrupted Cao Ya's plans.
One day, Cao Ya had just emerged from seclusion and was studying scriptures in his cave when a celestial being descended from the heavens, his mouth uttering celestial pronouncements that resonated with spiritual energy and whose voice carried for thousands of miles:
"I have come here by order of the Jade Emperor to invite the rogue cultivator Cao Ya to ascend to Heaven and receive his title!"
The sound waves rolled in, and Cao Ya heard them, instantly leaving him completely bewildered.
"Huh? The Jade Emperor sent someone to invite me to Heaven to receive an official title?!"
Cao Ya was both shocked and utterly bewildered.
What's going on? How did I, a rogue cultivator who hasn't yet become an immortal, come into the Jade Emperor's sight?
They even specially dispatched a celestial official to descend to the mortal realm to invite him!
Do I have such a big reputation?
How come I didn't even know?
Although the Jade Emperor may seem powerless and unable to assert his supreme authority over the Heavenly Court in the face of many forces, they are all subordinates of the Primordial Saint, and the Jade Emperor certainly dares not offend them.
If you tried it on anyone else, the Jade Emperor would have banished you to the mortal realm in no time.
He was, after all, a powerful figure at the Quasi-Saint level. He dared not flaunt his power in front of a Primordial Saint and had to be extremely careful. If it was another powerful being at the Quasi-Saint level, he would also have to give them some face.
Below the level of Quasi-Saints, the Jade Emperor was utterly crushed.
Unless you have an incredibly impressive background, like being a disciple of a saint.
Despite being filled with confusion, Cao Ya immediately stepped out of the cave and indeed saw an old immortal with a flowing white beard, an air of otherworldly grace, and the demeanor of a celestial being.
"This humble Taoist, Cao Ya, greets this celestial being from the Heavenly Court." Cao Ya bowed respectfully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
That old immortal was as deep and unfathomable as the sea; he must have become an immortal.
"No need to be so polite. In the future, when we are both in the same immortal class, we should visit each other more often. By the way, you can just call me Taibai Xingjun." The old immortal said with a smile, which startled Cao Ya.
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