Demonic Cultivator: Immune To Common Side Effects - Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Now All Dwell in Tombs

The Dream Realm is an illusion, a mere side effect.

Yet, since the Side Effect Reversal, Li Yan—who shouldn’t have existed thirty thousand years ago—seems to be influencing reality.

The Cinder Annihilation Fairy suddenly recalled something.

“During the battle with the Demon Shadow Sect, there was someone who looked remarkably like him.”

“My soul is damaged, so I can’t fully remember the details.”

“Could he be the reincarnation of an Immortal Cultivator I knew back then?”

Due to her damaged soul, the Fairy had forgotten many crucial details.

She only remembered that Li Yan had been present during that era, leading her to speculate that they must have been acquainted in the past.

“His face is deeply etched in my mind.”

“It’s a pity I can’t quite place who he was.”

The Cinder Annihilation Fairy concluded that anyone capable of leaving such a profound impression on her must have been someone deeply significant to her.

“I seem to remember something else… During the Battle of the God’s Tomb, the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal and I joined forces to seal it.”

“This venerable one perished there, my Dao extinguished on the far side of the bridge. The Sword Immortal… she seems to have died somewhere nearby.”

When Li Yan heard the Cinder Annihilation Fairy’s inner thoughts, his heart skipped a beat.

The Sword Immortal died near here?

Li Yan’s mind raced with possibilities. If he could find the Sword Immortal’s corpse, he could travel back thirty thousand years to the Battle of the God’s Tomb. And the residual soul of the Cinder Annihilation Fairy, hanging from his waist, could guide him.

As Li Yan ventured deeper into the Ancient Tomb, he eavesdropped on the Fairy’s thoughts. Her voice echoed in his mind:

“The site of the divine battle—where the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal fell—should be just ahead. I think I’m regaining some of my memories.”

Heeding her words, Li Yan pressed onward. Before him stretched a road paved with white bones.

Crude tombstones lined both sides, leaning haphazardly in all directions. Yet each bore the name of a powerful cultivator.

Li Yan glanced at a few, faintly recognizing fragments of Ancient Immortal Script.

Tomb of an Unnamed Loose Cultivator, Refining Void Stage.

Tomb of Revered Master Xiao Wu of the Swordless Sect, Body Integration Stage.

Tomb of Beloved Wife, the Lute Fairy, Body Integration Stage.

Tomb of Dearest Friend, the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Venerable, Great Ascension Stage.

Even a cursory glance revealed a multitude of Immortal tombstones, stacked haphazardly along the path. Some inscriptions remained faintly legible, while others had been shattered.

The scene spoke volumes about the ferocity of the Battle of the God’s Tomb.

So many Immortals had fallen here, their tombstones stretching endlessly into the distance, a sight that filled Li Yan with sorrow.

These were Great Powers with heaven-defying cultivation bases, each capable of dominating entire regions. Every one of them had been a leading figure of the Immortal Art Era.

As Li Yan gazed upon the endless sea of tombstones, it felt as if he had been transported back to that glorious age. He lamented the countless heroes and noble souls who had surged into the God’s Tomb like a school of fish swimming upstream, only to meet their deaths here.

White bones littered the landscape as far as the eye could see.

Those who had once wielded the power to stir clouds and overturn oceans were now mere occupants of the grave. The brilliance of the Immortal Art Era had been reduced to dust, leaving only desolate steles to mark the God’s Tomb.

Though Li Yan had not witnessed the Battle of the God’s Tomb firsthand, the sheer scale of this scene spoke volumes about the ferocity of that ancient conflict.

As he walked through the endless rows of tombstones, Li Yan noticed blood-soaked corpses kneeling along the path. These were the once-renowned Immortal Cultivators who had dominated their eras. Now reduced to mindless husks, they knelt amidst the tombstones, emitting meaningless wails. Some clutched their heads in despair, while others raised their arms skyward, as if awaiting salvation.

A profound sense of futility and sorrow washed over Li Yan as he passed through this grim tableau.

After all these years, cultivators from the Refining Void, Body Integration, and Great Ascension Stages had become nothing more than handfuls of dirt beneath tombstones or blood-soaked corpses.

Yet the sheer number of graves furrowed Li Yan’s brow.

“So many graves… which one is hers?”

Finding the Obscured Moon Fairy’s tomb in this vast cemetery seemed an impossible task.

Li Yan scanned each tombstone, his eyes drifting over countless names—the celestial prodigies of the Immortal Art Era. Yet nowhere could he find the grave of the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal. Her resting place remained hidden.

Where could she be?

Just as Li Yan was about to abandon his search, a surge of Blood Qi in the distance caught his attention. He saw the elders of the Heavenly Evolution Sect and the Yellow Path Sect gathered around a massive stone coffin, casting spells to pry open the narrow gap between the lid and the coffin.

“Don’t slack off, everyone!” one elder barked. “This is the coffin of the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal! Let’s get it open—the treasures inside will be shared by all who see them!”

“This stone coffin is so heavy and thick,” another elder groaned. “It’ll probably take us hours to cut through it.”

Several elders grinned greedily.

“According to ancient texts, the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal possessed peerless beauty, with sword qi as frigid as the moon—her radiance surpassed even the heavens.”

“I wonder if her body has decomposed yet,” another elder leered. “I’d love to glimpse the immortal countenance of that Sword Immortal from ages past.”

Seeing these men attempting to pry open the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal’s coffin, a frigid glint flashed in Li Yan’s eyes.

Consider this: the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal and countless cultivators fought to prevent the Ancient God’s awakening, sacrificing themselves not just for their own sake, but for the sake of all living beings. Yet these later generations showed no reverence, defiling a saint of old with vulgar curses!

Li Yan wasn’t a saint, but he deeply respected those who sacrificed for others. Perhaps because he himself could never make such a sacrifice, he held these martyred Immortals in even greater awe.

Watching them intently plunder the tomb, Li Yan pondered his plan. He wouldn’t charge in like a reckless fool; he needed at least a two-hundred percent certainty of success before making his move.

Careful calculation revealed thirteen opponents, all Blood Qi Cultivators in the Blood Core Realm, ranging from the first to sixth layers. Li Yan, a genuine Immortal Cultivator at the first layer of the Golden Core Stage, held a distinct advantage over these false Blood Qi Cultivators.

Combining the Blood Glazed Lotus Lamp, his Shadow Technique, and the poison pills he carried—relying on their Side Effect Reversal to replenish his spiritual energy—he finalized his strategy.

Ready to act, Li Yan prepared to hunt down this band of scoundrels. He unleashed thirteen Shadows, which silently materialized behind them.

While the fake Blood Core Realm cultivators were completely focused on the stone coffin, Li Yan twisted the wick of his Lotus Lamp, amplifying the strength of his shadows. He unleashed a fatal strike against the thirteen impostors, sending thirteen Cinder Annihilation Slashes hurtling forward simultaneously.

Swords flashed, heads rolled.

The thirteen fake Blood Core cultivators instantly stained the stone coffin with their blood.

Watching how effortlessly his shadows had slain them without a sound, Li Yan gained a new understanding.

This genuine Blood Glazed Lotus Lamp, he mused inwardly, makes shadows even more concealed, nearly imperceptible to cultivators!

Before, when I used shadows for ambushes, the Blood Qi they emitted would often alert opponents.

The difference between this genuine artifact and the imitation is truly vast.

Seeing his successful ambush and how easily he had subdued the thirteen fake Blood Core cultivators, Li Yan marveled at the extent of his growth within the Dream Realm.

The Cinder Annihilation Slash he had learned from the Cinder Annihilation Fairy proved particularly potent. Its ability to unleash overwhelming power in a single instant left opponents utterly defenseless.

With the tomb raiders eliminated, Li Yan emerged from the shadows and approached the stone coffin of the Obscured Moon Sword Immortal.

He wondered if the Obscured Moon Fairy would still recognize him when he reentered the Dream Realm.