Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1499 Don't you want to go to the Upper Realm?

Although this avatar of the powerful figure from the upper realm had only made a deal with him, Su Fan still bowed deeply once again.

"Thank you again for your great kindness, senior..."

The old man chuckled, then turned and left.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Don't you want to go to the upper realm...?"

Since the old man didn't want to have any interaction with him, Su Fan stopped being so respectful.

"Senior, if I go to the Upper Realm, can I join a sect...?"

After hearing Su Fan's words, Laozi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"Absolutely not... The talent of disciples from the Upper Realm is far beyond what you cultivators from the Lower Realm can compare to..."

Putting everything else aside, at least this old man is quite honest.

Although these words are quite hurtful, this is indeed the situation. In their view, cultivators from the lower realm who go to the upper realm are only fit to be slaves and servants.

It seems that no one will be able to pass this Heavenly Gate Trial.

At that moment, Su Fan suddenly felt an urge to say something to this old man.

Don't bully the youth to be poor.

But in the end, he didn't say it, because he really didn't dare.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the opponent is just a phantom clone; killing him would be as easy as turning your hand.

The old man's vast and unfathomable divine consciousness alone could easily crush him.

"Since I can't join a sect, why should I, a junior, go to the Upper Realm..."

Su Fan's words startled the old man again; he hadn't expected this young man to dare speak to him like that.

The old man had almost forgotten how long it had been since anyone had acted so presumptuously in front of him.

Although he was unhappy, he was, after all, a big shot in the Daoist sect of the upper realm, and he would not stoop to the level of a "reptile" from the lower realm.

If he weren't afraid of developing flaws in his Dao heart, why would he go to such lengths?

Wouldn't it be satisfying to simply send a clone to annihilate this brat and then take possession of his incomplete Thunder Dao manual?

If it were one of those old demonic sect members, this kid would probably have turned to ashes by now.

"Hehe... Kid, don't be so arrogant. You'll understand when you go to the Upper Realm..."

At this point, the old man glanced at Su Fan with a smile.

"Oh...right, don't think that just because you possess a demonic seed, you'll have a chance to go to the Upper Realm. There are at least eight or ten thousand cultivators like you with demonic seeds. You're probably just pawns casually placed by those old monsters of the demonic sects, and they probably haven't even forgotten about you themselves..."

Seeing Su Fan's increasingly disappointed expression, the old man felt much better.

"You should think about how to deal with the Yin spirit within you first. Don't let it get to the point where your physical body and Yin spirit merge, only to be possessed by the demonic seed and become an avatar of that old monster..."

Seeing that Su Fan's expression was getting worse after hearing his words, he took the opportunity to deliver another blow.

"Even if your physical body and Yin spirit successfully merge, and you have a chance to go to the Upper Realm in the future, you will not be able to escape the clutches of that old demon who planted the demonic seed. You will be his servant for all eternity..."

At this point, the old man couldn't help but give a wry smile to himself.

It seems my understanding of the Dao is still unclear. What is my status? Why should I stoop to the level of a mere worm from the lower realm?

His words just now were indeed unbecoming of his status.

So the old man said earnestly, "If I were you, I wouldn't go to the Upper Realm. Rather than being controlled by that old demon who planted the demonic seed there, it's better to stay leisurely in the Lower Realm..."

Although Su Fan had long guessed his future fate, just as the old man had said.

But he kept ignoring this matter because he had no control over his own destiny.

Su Fan was just like that by nature, and since he couldn't change it, he simply stopped thinking about it to avoid getting upset.

But this old man exposed everything to his face, every word piercing his heart, leaving him no room for even the last bit of self-deception.

Why...

A surge of resentment suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart, spreading rapidly like wildfire.

This completely ignited the last bit of stubbornness in his heart.

From the moment he transmigrated to this cultivation world, Su Fan harbored the intention of lying down and doing nothing, and never even planned to become an immortal.

His biggest wish is to live a simple and peaceful life with his family.

Find a quiet place, lie down comfortably until you die.

But today, he was really provoked by what the old man said.

"Damn it, do they really think I'm nothing?" he roared inwardly.

Although he was nothing compared to this old man.

But he stumbled and fell to where he is today, having faced countless brushes with death and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and has long since stopped taking life and death seriously.

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven.

These words echoed repeatedly in his mind, and his previous timidity and inferiority gradually gave way to a fierce determination.

He refused to believe it; he wasn't even afraid of death, so why would he care about these things?

Thinking of this, he bowed deeply in worship again, but this time, his eyes held a more determined look.

"May I ask your name, senior?"

He wanted to remember the person who had looked down on him, and if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely show the person that even a "reptile" from the lower realm could defy the heavens.

Seeing the stubbornness in Su Fan's eyes, the old man chuckled, his smile full of disdain.

In his eyes, Su Fan was nothing more than an arrogant little brat.

Despite its lofty aspirations, it is ultimately just a mortal reptile.

It's hard to say whether I'll ever be able to go to the Upper Realm in this lifetime. Even if I do, I'll just be used as expendable material to fill the gaps on the battlefield.

You dare ask for his name? You're not worthy!

"You don't need to know my name, because we'll never cross paths again..."

After the old man finished speaking, he ignored Su Fan and his figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

As he watched the old man's figure gradually disappear, he felt a tightness in his chest, and even breathing became painful.

From beginning to end, the other party didn't even look at him directly.

"Yes, what right do I have to make him remember me..."

Su Fan chuckled self-deprecatingly, but the resentment in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

Even if the other party was a powerful figure from the upper realm, and he might really be just a small insect in his eyes, the humiliation of being looked down upon was something he couldn't let go of.

Su Fan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the resentment in his heart.

He kept telling himself that, given the other party's status, being able to trade fairly with him was already a sign of respect.

But that sense of resentment, like a seed, quietly took root in my heart.

Su Fan returned to his personal secret realm and sat cross-legged by the pool next to the thatched hut.

He closed his eyes, trying to distract himself by looking at the information in his mind, but as soon as he activated his divine sense, he was overwhelmed by the chaotic information.

Su Fan felt that the information about evil spirits and strange phenomena in his mind was chaotic and confusing.

Even that old guy probably doesn't know what these strange documents are.

He probably couldn't be bothered to check it out, let alone bother to organize it, so all sorts of information about evil spirits and strange things were a jumbled mess, completely incomprehensible.

At this moment, the emotions that had been provoked by the old man surged up again, and every word he uttered felt like a needle piercing his heart, making him restless and his Dao heart feel as if it were about to shatter.

"This old bastard, a dignified Daoist master from the upper realm, descended to the lower realm just to destroy my Dao heart?" He couldn't help but curse inwardly, but he felt mostly powerless; he didn't even have the right to resist.

Su Fan then took out an ancient book made of animal hide from his storage ring and opened it to examine it.

But when his eyes fell on the pages of the book, he couldn't concentrate on a single word.

At this moment, Su Fan had no interest in looking at these things.

He simply tossed the ancient book aside, stood up, and wandered aimlessly into the small courtyard in front of the thatched hut.

At this moment, Li Chongxiu and several girls were at the stove in the courtyard, preparing lunch for him.

Su Fan arrived at the thatched hut and waved to Li Chongxiu. The girl quickly put down her work and ran to his side.

"Come in with me, I need to talk to you about something..."

After Su Fan finished speaking, he walked into the thatched hut. Li Chongxiu, that silly girl, really thought that her master wanted to see her, so she followed him inside.

It wasn't until evening that Li Chongxiu finally emerged shakily from the thatched hut.

She grimaced as she found a place to sit in the courtyard and turned to look in the direction of the thatched hut.

"What's wrong with Master? Why is she acting like an animal, ruining her whole afternoon..."

Inside the thatched hut, Su Fan lay on his back on the floor, staring blankly at the roof.

Although he had just vented to Li Chongxiu, which slightly relieved some of his irritability.

But after the passion subsided, the resentment and indignation in his heart remained unabated.

Moreover, the more Su Fan thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. The old man's words were like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.

He felt restless and had an urge to destroy everything.

Su Fan's expression became increasingly ferocious, his hair rose without wind and twisted continuously.

His long hair seemed to come alive, with the ends even transforming into ferocious tongues that kept sticking out their forked tongues, making him look extremely eerie.

He even had a vague feeling that something inside him was stirring and trying to break free of its restraints.

"Click..."

At this moment, the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" suspended above the second Yin Spirit within the body suddenly flashed with a bolt of lightning.

"Whoosh..."

A flying sword wrapped in lightning also roared out from the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" and shot towards the Second Yin God.

Seeing its master in danger, the "Thunderbolt Sword" instinctively acted to protect him.

The second Yin spirit, which had been restless, immediately became docile.

The Thunder Sword has been nurtured within the Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal, and its combat power has been advancing by leaps and bounds.

Now, if it were to strike with its sword, even a cultivator at the Integration Realm might not be able to withstand it.

The spirit of the "Thunderbolt Sword" will advance in time.

However, the advancement of a spirit also requires undergoing a tribulation, which is fraught with danger and can easily lead to its annihilation.

"not good……"

At this moment, Su Fan also suddenly sat up from the ground, shook his head violently, and his long hair finally fell down naturally.

He then realized that the trouble with the evil spirit's inherent nature within him had not yet been completely resolved.

If it weren't for the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" guarding the Second Yin God's head, Su Fan, in his current terrible state, might have actually fallen victim to it.

This isn't because the Second Yin God wanted to cause trouble; rather, it was originally a fusion of the essence of evil spirits.

At this moment, under the influence of negative emotions, Su Fan's second Yin spirit's instincts were instantly awakened.

I can't stay here any longer; it's time to go out for a walk.

Being trapped in the secret realm will only cause negative emotions to accumulate deeper and deeper. Perhaps the hustle and bustle of the outside world can help him regain some clarity.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, got up from the couch, and walked out of the thatched hut with firm steps.

Su Fan briefly explained a few words to Li Chongxiu, then his figure flickered and disappeared into the secret realm.

The wind from outside, carrying the dampness of the mountains and forests, rushed towards him, bringing a slight coolness to his face.

Su Fan summoned the Ghost Crow, flipped over and leaped onto its back, then rode it away at high speed into the distance.

In fact, Su Fan didn't know where to go either. His decision just now was just a momentary impulse, a desire to escape the secret realm that was making him uneasy.

He let the crows flap their wings, the cold wind brushing against his cheeks, blowing away some of his lingering irritation.

The crow flew for more than a month before finally emerging from the mountains and seeing the long-lost human settlements.

He sat cross-legged on the back of the ghost crow and looked down at the ground. He saw the outline of a huge immortal city gradually becoming clear in the shadows below.

Su Fan patted the back of the ghost crow, which folded its wings and swooped down from the sky, landing on a relatively flat open space.

After returning the Ghost Crow to the secret realm, Su Fan straightened his clothes, used a secret technique to change his physique and appearance, and even suppressed his aura to the Foundation Establishment realm.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary monk who has been traveling a long way.

After doing all this, he finally started walking towards the distant immortal city.

Not far along, a wide road came into view.

It was already evening, and the setting sun in the west was slowly sinking, dyeing the surrounding clouds into a magnificent red glow, like a robe of clouds spread out, dazzling yet understated.

Su Fan stopped and looked up for a moment, and the irritation in his heart subsided a little.

It had been a long time since I had seen such a peaceful scene. The oppressive atmosphere in the secret realm and the humiliation brought by the old man seemed to have been somewhat diluted by the sunset.

The main road was bustling with people, most of whom, like Su Fan, were heading towards the Immortal City.

Flying boats occasionally swept across the sky, and cultivators piloting flying magical artifacts roared past, stirring up a gust of wind.

Su Fan mingled in the crowd, listening to the conversations around him, before gradually realizing what was happening.

This area is likely a former territory that fell during the previous major battle.

Not far away, several independent cultivators, carrying heavy luggage, were helping each other as they trudged along.

Their clothes were tattered, their faces were covered in dust, and they didn't even have a decent storage bag.

Looking at them, Su Fan suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

These people must have hidden in the deep mountains during the great war, lacking even basic supplies, yet they still survived.

He recalled his experiences since his transmigration; though there had been ups and downs, they were still far better than those of these rogue cultivators.

Even so, there was no resentment on the faces of those rogue cultivators; instead, they wore subtle, almost imperceptible smiles.

That was the relief of surviving a disaster, and the longing for a peaceful life.

It's good that I'm alive.

Su Fan sighed inwardly. The resentment and anger he felt earlier because of the old man suddenly became less intense when he saw these rogue cultivators.

After walking for a while, the outline of a city could be vaguely seen in the distance, and some of the wandering cultivators who had traveled for countless days cheered.

Hearing the cheers of the rogue cultivators, even Su Fan's irritable mood improved somewhat.

He knew in his heart that the most tragic victims of this protracted war between "New Guangtian" and "Mountain and Sea Realm" were these low-level rogue cultivators.

The main force in the battle between the two sides must be at least Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, so no one cares about the fate of these poor rogue cultivators.

During these years of war, I don't know how these independent cultivators survived.

After walking for another half an hour, the immortal city finally came into view.

Beneath the towering city gates, the cultivators lined up to enter the city, while the guards on the city walls carefully checked the identity of each person.

Su Fan walked slowly forward with the crowd, feeling the lively atmosphere around him, and the last trace of gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

(End of this chapter)