Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1997: Chapter 1998: The Perilous Nature of the Human Heart (First Update)

Years ago, Xue An was dragged from Earth into the Multiverse by an inexplicable force, and after three thousand years, he finally achieved the supreme title of Immortal Venerable.

The entire process seems easy to recount, but the hardships and dangers within it are unimaginable to outsiders.

Not to mention anything else, just the trials and tribulations on the road to cultivation are beyond ordinary understanding.

This is also the reason why, from ancient times to the present, there have been countless exceptionally talented individuals, yet not a single one has been able to prove themselves as Immortal Venerable.

It is simply too difficult.

Each realm on the path of cultivation is like an invisible chasm, barring countless people behind its gate.

Some eventually crossed over, while others could not glimpse the world behind that door in their entire lives.

With such layers of filtration, not to mention becoming an Immortal Venerable, even being an Immortal King is considered rare and extraordinary in the Multiverse.

As for Immortal Emperors, they are even more unparalleled at the apex of the Multiverse, existing in extremely scant numbers.

Don’t be fooled by how effortlessly Xue An annihilated You Huahui; it’s because this Immortal Emperor title was obtained through various deceitful, evil cultivation techniques that were inherently flawed. Coupled with the backdoor left in You Huahui’s soul by Xue An, it rendered him powerless against Xue An.

In reality, any Immortal Emperor is an extraordinary genius within Zhongdu, unmatched among billions, and not only that, but also possesses extraordinary fortune. With both aspects combined, they might attain the title of Immortal Emperor.

Introducing so much is to make everyone understand how difficult cultivation truly is.

But the cumulative dangers and obstacles on the road to cultivation cannot compare to the malice of human nature.

In fact, countless geniuses throughout history did not perish on the path of cultivation, but fell victim to the treacherous and base nature of human interactions.

Because the resources for cultivation are limited; if you gain an extra piece of Crystal Stone, it might mean I lose one.

And if your realm is higher than mine, then my very life might be threatened.

Thus, under the sentiments of greed, jealousy, and so on, the martial world of cultivation across the Multiverse is extremely brutal.

Many interactions are purely based on bare benefits, devoid of any emotional investment.

So, when Xue An first emerged from Earth, he faced extremely dire circumstances.

He had no connections, no legacy, no resources, not even a guiding mentor in cultivation; he was simply blinded, completely unsure of how to begin.

Thus, during the initial years, Xue An led a wandering life, barely scraping by on some commonplace cultivation techniques.

If nothing unexpected happened, his fate was basically sealed: to die alone on some planet.

At his end, he might not even break through the Xiaoyao Realm.

It wasn’t until Xue An accidentally encountered someone that his destiny was completely rewritten.

This person was named Gongliang Xing, a descendant of Qingyang Temple.

And this Qingyang Temple was one among countless Sects in the Multiverse, yet not at all prominent.

It had no illustrious reputation, no innate paradise, and even its founding ancestor was merely a True Immortal-level expert.

All of this rendered it rather ordinary.

Yet, it was this small Sect that provided immense help to Xue An, and it can be said a substantial portion of Xue An’s later success as an unparalleled Immortal Venerable was credited to this humble Qingyang Temple.

Back then, Qingyang Temple unselfishly supported Xue An, and although the cultivation techniques weren’t highly profound, they laid a solid foundation for him and offered extensive resource support.

Gongliang Xing went further to be Xue An’s guide in cultivation and became a trusty friend.

Xue An spent the initial period of his cultivation journey in this small, emotionally rich Sect, quite out of place among grand religious orders.

He always remembered these days and kindness.

So, when Xue An’s power grew and his realm rose, even proving himself as Immortal Venerable, he visited Qingyang Temple multiple times to help it flourish.

But unexpectedly, Qingyang Temple actually refused Xue An’s goodwill. Gongliang Xing even smiled, expressing that Qingyang Temple was fine as it was, without the need for greater expansion, because it was too tiring.

Ultimately, Xue An had to give up this idea and instead gifted Mo Wang’an to Gongliang Xing.

With this sword, it was enough to protect the entire Qingyang Temple in peace.

Gongliang Xing later dedicated this sword to the Divine Temple specially built for Xue An.

This is the reason why Mo Wang’an appeared in the Divine Temple.

And last time, when Mo Wang’an was summoned on Earth, Xue An already faintly sensed something amiss.

But who would have expected that when Xue An came specifically this time, he discovered that Qingyang Temple was completely gone, leaving only a ruined Divine Temple.

Until guided by Mo Wang’an, Xue An arrived at a snow-covered white planet, and the sight within ignited his towering fury.

Because he could feel that this planet was clearly a giant prison. Trapped within, not only is escape impossible, but even the soul is bound; even after death, one must reincarnate on this planet, forever enslaved.

This is more malicious than the cruelest punishment because all punishment eventually ends, but this imprisonment is eternal.

Xue An was maddened with rage, his eyes reflecting murderous intent like boiling water, and he took a step forward, flying directly into the planet.

Meanwhile.

On this planet, numerous cultivators in tattered clothes were trudging through the snow and ice, bearing giant stones.

The temperature had dropped to the extreme, and the biting cold made even the prison guards wear heavy cotton garments.

But these cultivators were shackled with iron chains, hunched over, carrying stones each weighing thousands of pounds, stepping forward stumblingly.

Suddenly.

In the midst of the group, a cultivator staggered and fell to the ground.

Crack!

A whip followed, dragging sharp wind and striking down.

With a whip lash, the cultivator’s back instantly tore open a deep, bone-revealing gash.

The cultivator grunted, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, staining the white snow beneath them.

”Damn it, daring to slack off!” A prison guard approached fiercely, raising the whip to strike again.

”Guard sir, spare some mercy; if you whip again, his life won’t be preserved!” An old man nearby pleaded.

”What does it matter if life isn’t preserved? Anyway, you bunch are all born wretched, once dead, you’ll obediently revive here on this planet, eternally enslaved!”

At this, the prison guard couldn’t help but laugh sinisterly.

”What? You want to plead for him? Alright, then you take the remaining lashes for him, how about it?”