Ten thousand I am across the heavens

For the Ghostly Demon Lord, capturing a sixth-level immortal was not a difficult task. However, capturing a useless sixth-level immortal was still a bit troublesome.

There isn't a single useless person among those who can become immortals. Luck, strength, and temperament are all indispensable. They are all individuals chosen from among millions. Each one has been forged in countless bloody battles. Whether it's their talent for cultivation, intelligence, or political acumen, they are all top-notch.

If these people were to gain power greater than his own, he might not be able to control them.

However, it's not without a solution. The solution is to cultivate an immortal being oneself. In the past, this would have been virtually impossible for the Ghostly Demon Lord, who was only at the sixth level of cultivation. The idea of ​​personally cultivating an immortal being was utterly a pipe dream.

But now he felt somewhat confident. He even felt that this was not a difficult task.

Although he only brought some of the future technology with him, he did bring with him many inexpensive methods for refining Gu worms.

Because the future Ghost Demon Lord's plan for him to build a killing move in the past is a production-type move. It's used to produce massive armies for him to control.

Therefore, some essential, inexpensive methods for producing Gu worms must also be brought along. This significantly reduces the cost of cultivating an immortal.

So, in a deserted little mountain village, a snotty-nosed kid who was being bullied by other children in the mud suddenly saw a small insect crawl into his nostril. Instantly, he became incredibly strong, knocking away the children who were bullying him. The kids stared in disbelief at their own hands.

The Ghostly Demon Lord in the shadows nodded: "Even with a first-class aptitude, he can be bullied like this by a bunch of peasant kids. His temperament is truly useless. From now on, we just need to ensure that this guy's growth is smooth sailing. With this foundation, as long as he doesn't encounter any major setbacks, he'll be a useless piece of trash after becoming an immortal."

The Ghostly Demon Lord, now an immortal, has no shortage of time. Having learned many new killing techniques, he's discovered he still has much room for improvement. Therefore, he's even less concerned about wasting a little time training a newcomer.

And so, this exceptionally talented individual from the mountains inexplicably embarked on the path of cultivation. Along the way, he encountered numerous fortuitous events, suffered various humiliations and setbacks, was surrounded by beautiful women, and indulged in wine and women daily, yet his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. Whenever he faced difficulties or setbacks, he would conveniently encounter a master to guide him or a sudden event that turned misfortune into good fortune.

In just two years, he grew to the fifth level and became a well-known genius in the area. He also made connections with a prestigious old family in the area and, by sheer luck, won the heart of their daughter.

He was no longer the person who toiled in the fields; now he was dressed in fine clothes and spoke arrogantly, just like a spoiled brat born into a wealthy family.

Legend has it that he visited the immortal's cave and thus discovered the secret of how to become an immortal, making him the most likely among his generation to achieve immortality.

"Each of them, having painstakingly cultivated to the fifth level, is trying to catch up with me. Because through their arduous cultivation, they can advance to the next level and become immortals, just like before."

That's hilarious! They don't even understand the principle of breaking down and then rebuilding. They're just making their own emptiness more and more solid. Doesn't that mean they'll never have a chance to become immortals?

"Your aptitude is inferior to mine, your luck is inferior, and your ability is far inferior. How can you compete with me? Heh, today I, this young master, will demonstrate a meteoric ascension in broad daylight. I'll also open the eyes of these bumpkins." The newly promoted fifth-level peak cultivator on the mountaintop uttered these bold words, and the booming sound echoed throughout the surrounding area, attracting countless fellow cultivators to come and watch.

At the same time, he shattered his own acupoints, following what he had observed in the immortal's cave. He felt the three energies of heaven, earth, and humanity frantically converging upon him, striving to balance them. However, he only felt that the three energies were waxing and waning, like a plate completely filled with water. Even the slightest tilt would cause it to spill out.

Balancing the three energies was far more difficult than he had imagined. It seemed that if he wasn't careful, he would completely lose his balance and his body would be torn to pieces.

However, at that very moment, an invisible force filtered out the three energies converging on him. For some reason, he, who was on the verge of collapse, regained his balance.

"So that's how it is. Becoming an immortal is indeed not so easy. I almost reached my limit just now, but luckily I have extraordinary talent. I managed to pull through. If it were someone with mediocre talent, if they really knew how to become an immortal, they would have died countless times trying like me. Alas, even with my unparalleled talent, becoming an immortal is fraught with danger. No wonder there are hardly any immortals in this world. Becoming an immortal is so difficult; I imagine there have been very few who have succeeded throughout history."

The Ghostly Demon Lord, who had secretly assisted this guy, let out a long sigh of relief. Helping someone else achieve immortality was extremely difficult. Before acquiring future technology, it wasn't even theoretically possible. His current success even had an element of luck. However, seeing Cheng Qian's performance, he was completely relieved.

The plan was even more successful than expected; this character was completely ruined. He may have personally created the most useless immortal in the history of the world.

If we really let this guy go and leave him alone, he might become the first immortal in legend to be killed by a reverse strike at the fifth level.

This person, whose abilities were at the very bottom in terms of temperament, aptitude, and life experience, was precisely the most suitable test subject for him.

There was no need to hide anything anymore. A huge, pitch-black hand descended from the sky and grabbed at the newly ascended immortal.

"How dare you take this opportunity to ambush me! Die!"

As he spoke, he unleashed his powerful killing move, his fists bursting forth with a force as strong as splitting mountains, and slammed towards the black hand descending from the sky. However, his fists were like mud oxen entering the sea; when they struck the black hand, not even the slightest ripple was produced, and it was immediately grasped.

"Who are you? How dare you ambush me! Behold my killing move!" Grabbed, he was still unwilling to give up and tried to unleash his killing moves in resistance. But no matter what killing moves he used, he seemed unable to budge the black hand in the slightest. He could only watch helplessly as he was dragged into a vortex that resembled a spatial portal. Then, the scene before him underwent a dramatic change, and he was pulled into an unknown space he had never seen before.

[To be continued]

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