Chapter 1068: Chapter 1066: Li Qizi: I Endure Through the Ages in the Mortal World 2
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
Li Qizi stood within Peach Valley.
He watched the great hand descending from the heavens, falling with joy.
In a single palm, three thousand years of the Spirit Ginseng Clan’s prosperity and glory were obliterated.
With terrifying might, it sought to seize the entire Spirit Ginseng Clan, including the Spirit Ginseng Ancestor.
After all, although the Spirit Ginseng Clan could reign supreme on this originally desolate, ice-and-snow-covered planet that had never truly birthed sentient beings, reshaping heaven and earth.
But to the Cosmos as a whole.
The Spirit Ginseng Clan could not possibly be considered a true sentient race, a powerful civilization.
Instead, they would be seen as a rare cultivation treasure medicine.
This sudden merciless hand reaching in from beyond the Starry Sky had been drawn by the medicinal fragrance the Spirit Ginseng Clan exuded.
It came in anticipation, hoping to return in delight.
After all, to find a star covered in thousand-year and even ten-thousand-year spirit ginseng within the vast Cosmos was truly unbelievable.
Should I save them?
Li Qizi lifted his head, gazing at that great hand brimming with excitement and greed.
That great hand was filled with the Spirit Ginseng Clan, gripped in shock and terror.
The Spirit Ginseng Ancestor, unseen for many years, no longer possessed any kingly bearing. It was terrified beyond measure, howling in despair.
Suddenly, this king who had led the Spirit Ginseng Clan through hardships, opening up the mountains and forests amidst ice and snow, establishing a three-thousand-year Spirit Ginseng Kingdom, remembered something.
Its gaze turned south, looking toward the Peach Valley it had nearly forgotten.
Its eyes held pleading, but in the end, it still did not cry out: Fellow Daoist, save me!
Because it remembered that year when it had led the Spirit Ginseng Clan away from Peach Valley.
Li Qizi’s warning to it.
If it stirred up trouble in the future, it was not to mention him.
Back then, it had dismissed this. After all, since it had led the Spirit Ginseng Clan out of Peach Valley.
It dominated the star, reshaping heaven and earth.
What trouble could there possibly be?
And now that calamity had fallen from the heavens, it was too late for regret.
How could it still dare to beg Li Qizi to save it?
It only hoped this heaven-sent calamity would not implicate Li Qizi.
Seeing that the Spirit Ginseng Ancestor had ultimately remembered his warning from back then and had not cried out for help.
Li Qizi sighed lightly and stepped forward.
With a single punch, he shattered the Void.
The great hand flying in from beyond the heavens cried out in alarm and quickly withdrew, shouting.
“Senior, calm your anger! I did not know these spirit ginsengs had an owner, that they were a medicinal garden planted by Senior.”
“Please stay your hand, Senior.”
Li Qizi did not speak. A single punch shattered the great hand that had sought to seize the entire Spirit Ginseng Clan. At the same time, his fishing rod moved.
Within the dark Void, he accurately hooked the attacking cultivator.
Seeing the human cultivator struggling with all his might.
Li Qizi’s killing intent receded. He ignored the Spirit Ginseng Ancestor and the Spirit Ginseng Clan’s kowtowing thanks.
He simply carried the attacking cultivator, leaving behind only one line: Conduct yourselves well.
Then he stepped into the Void and departed.
“Senior.”
“This junior is an Elder of the Spirit River Sect.”
“I trespassed into Senior’s Dao ground by mistake, mistaking those spirit ginsengs for ownerless things, and provoked Senior to act.”
“This junior is certainly guilty beyond forgiveness, but surely not deserving of death.”
“Please, Senior, for the sake of my Spirit River Sect, forgive this junior this once.”
The human cultivator carried by Li Qizi begged in panic.
Li Qizi did not speak. He simply carried the man across the Void. Only after confirming this human cultivator could no longer find the star where the Spirit Ginseng Clan resided.
Did he stop. After obtaining the Star Chart to the Spirit River Sect from the man.
He flicked his fishing rod and said lightly.
“Death may be spared, but punishment cannot be escaped.”
“I banish you to the Starry Sky. Only after a hundred years may you return.”
Having exiled the man, Li Qizi did not linger.
Following the Star Chart, he headed straight for the Spirit River Sect.
The Spirit River Sect was a cultivation sect founded by the human cultivators of This Realm, in Mortal Peril.
It sat upon a massive star.
On this star, besides the Spirit River Sect, there were over a hundred large and small cultivation sects.
Of course.
Li Qizi did not care about any of this.
He silently bypassed the Starry Sky Barrier that the cultivation sects of this star had jointly laid down in the Starry Sky.
He landed upon the earth.
After silently passing through several mortal dynasties.
He arrived before a snow mountain canyon and stopped.
A great river roared as it rushed toward the sea, fish swimming within its waters.
He suddenly felt the urge to fish, but held it back.
Following the same pattern, he found a valley within the snow mountains and remodeled it to resemble Peach Valley.
Only this time.
He no longer sealed himself alone within Peach Valley.
On every first and fifteenth of the month, he would secretly emerge from Peach Valley.
Carrying his fishing rod, he would fish in the great river.
Spring departed, autumn arrived.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years passed.
On this day, Li Qizi, who had once again secretly come to the great river to fish, suddenly hooked a big one.
He joyfully pulled the rod, and then fished up a corpse.
Li Qizi’s face was filled with misfortune. Instinctively, he wanted to toss the corpse back into the great river.
But after thinking it over, he abandoned that plan.
He casually dug a pit nearby, letting this fated corpse rest in peace.
Then he changed locations and continued fishing.
As for what identity this fated corpse held, who had killed it, what loves and hatreds it had entwined in life.
He had no intention of investigating.
It was only half a year later, on a certain day, when he had already forgotten about this fated corpse fished from the great river.
He revisited the old spot, and after fishing again.
He suddenly discovered that a large pit had appeared where the fated corpse had been buried.
The fated corpse had vanished without a trace.
His mind stirred, and he grasped a trace of malevolent corpse qi.
Corpse transformation?
Li Qizi was somewhat surprised, but in the end, he did not care.
He still emerged from the valley to fish on every first and fifteenth.
Another thousand years passed in this manner.
Suddenly, on this day.
Li Qizi was calculating the time, planning to go out and fish.
He suddenly heard the earth shaking and mountains swaying outside, the sounds of battle shocking the heavens.
He extended his Primordial Spirit to sense.
And saw a group of cultivators, clearly from different sects, besieging a Corpse King wreathed in monstrous resentment.
Li Qizi had only intended to enjoy the show.
But he never expected.
That Corpse King, seeing it was outmatched and about to perish, suddenly knelt to the ground, letting out a shrill howl.
“I carried a sea of blood-deep hatred in this life, and I had already died.”
“But back then, I received Senior’s pity, was transformed into a jiang, and came back from death.”
“Afterward, for a thousand years I took revenge and slaked my hatred, but in the end, I could not kill all my enemies.”
“Now I beg Senior to save this junior once more.”
“Help this junior slaughter the enemies and wash away the hatred.”
“This junior… ah, I am not resigned!”
Seeing the Corpse King begging for help, the cultivators besieging it finally understood why it had run in this direction when death was imminent.
So they acted immediately, not giving the Corpse King any chance to continue calling for help.
Joining forces, with the force of thunder, they blasted the Corpse King into ashes.
Only then did the cultivators maintain their formation, adopting a battle-ready stance, waiting for the Senior the Corpse King had spoken of to appear.
“Everyone, be careful.”
“This mastermind behind the scenes schemed a thousand years ago to transform the Corpse King, brewing a Great Calamity, wreaking havoc upon our sects.”
“Now although the Corpse King has been slain, this mastermind behind the scenes is likely even more terrifying.”
“Everyone, quickly form up, and send for aid from the sects.”
“We must not let his scheme succeed!”
Seeing that the cultivators who had slain the Corpse King not only did not leave.
But seemed prepared to conjure an enemy from nothing, forcibly picking a fight with the Senior the Corpse King had named as its transformer.
Li Qizi was suddenly somewhat surprised.
After all, he had been fishing here for over a thousand years.
If there really was such a scheming mastermind behind the scenes, then how…
Eh.
Li Qizi suddenly grasped the situation.
Because he remembered.
A thousand years ago, he seemed to have fished a fated corpse from the river, could not bear to let it lie exposed in the wilderness, to be eaten by fish and shrimp.
So out of kindness, he had buried it, letting it rest in peace.
In the end, it seemed to have been tainted with a trace of his aura, causing corpse transformation, and it vanished without a trace.
So perhaps, maybe, possibly, the mastermind behind the scenes they spoke of, who had transformed the Corpse King, was him.
This really is quite an undeserved calamity.
Li Qizi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He saw the cultivators outside, as if facing a great enemy, and after waiting for him to appear for a long time.
They actually began a carpet search.
With a look that said they would not rest until they found him.
Li Qizi felt somewhat depressed.
Not that he worried about being found by the cultivators outside.
After all, he was fully confident it was impossible for the cultivators on this star to discover him.
Because although he was the most unaccomplished of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.
Thanks to Lin Qi.
His current cultivation and strength were far beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine.
Among ordinary cultivators.
Quasi-Saint might be a bit much, but calling him a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he could still live up to it.
So Li Qizi was not at all worried that the group outside, who could not even be considered immortals or buddhas, could see through the formation barrier outside Peach Valley and discover his existence.
He was only depressed that he probably would not be able to fish for a long time.
Forget it.
I can only wait for them to leave.
Li Qizi calmed his heart and began secluded cultivation.
When he emerged from seclusion again, a full five hundred years had passed in a flash.
The mortal turmoil caused by the Corpse King had already been smoothed over by the passage of time.
On the great river, Li Qizi could once again fish happily.
However, his happy fishing life did not last long.
Suddenly.
One after another, cultivators with furtive, sneaky bearings and bodies full of demonic qi began appearing along both banks of the great river.
Although Li Qizi paid no attention to worldly affairs, his ears were sharp and his eyes keen.
He soon learned that these demonic cultivators had come because of a legend of the Corpse King.
It turned out that although five hundred years ago they had never found the mastermind behind the scenes who had transformed the Corpse King.
Many of the powerhouses who had participated in the siege still firmly believed such a mastermind existed.
Otherwise, there was no explaining how the Corpse King had been utterly unremarkable while alive, yet after death and corpse transformation, had risen abruptly.
Becoming the strongest Corpse King on this star, stirring up a bloody storm in the Cultivation World.
Even if such rumors circulated, it was originally harmless.
After all, no trace of the mastermind behind the scenes could truly be found.
But now it was different.
A demonic path sect from an alien star had invaded this star, and was beating the many cultivation sects so badly they could not fight back.
And the commander of this demonic path sect had heard the legend of the Corpse King.
Thus curiosity arose, and he sent people to search.
To this, Li Qizi only wanted to say: Thanks for the invitation, but no.
But the tree desires stillness while the wind will not cease.
When they still could not discover Li Qizi, could not find any trace.
The demonic path cultivators who had come flew into a rage out of humiliation and decided to slaughter freely.
They would lay down the Blood Spirit Grand Formation and directly blood-sacrifice and refine this land and rivers.
Better to kill wrongly than let one go!
With such methods, Li Qizi could only sigh.
“Alas, being alive, isn’t it good?!”