My Master Knows It All

949: Chapter 258 949: Chapter 258 During the Minor Era of Inversion of Heaven and Earth, all those in the Earth Immortal Realm and above in cultivation would fall into slumber.

Yet the Sect Leader of the Blood-qi Demon Sect did not sleep, because she had severed herself.

Although she was imprisoned here, she still sensed the Grand Preceptor’s slumber.

She did not know why the Grand Preceptor had fallen asleep.

From her understanding and with the Grand Preceptor’s confidence, she believed he would choose to sever himself.

She never imagined that the Grand Preceptor did not sever himself but instead fell into a deep sleep.

Regardless of why the Grand Preceptor slept, the fact remained that he had slept.

Her fellow disciple the Grand Preceptor was asleep, which meant that as long as she could escape from this imprisonment, then not just the Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty but the entire Eastern Wasteland would be unable to stop her.

She had indeed managed to escape her confines, but problems arose afterward.

In the Bleeding Tears Demon Sect, all cultivation techniques and divine skills were based on blood.

The sacrifices prepared for her by the man in the grey robe, the third prince of the Qi Tian Dynasty, died unexpectedly.

With no other choice, the grey robe turned him into a Corpse General.

The blood was impure, and thus, she did not immediately return to her peak.

Fifty years have passed by now, and through cultivation, she had reached the pinnacle of her power at the Golden Core Stage.

Yet now, the world had changed.

The Sect Leader of the Bleeding Tears Demon Sect, with a gaze that seemed capable of overturning the lives of all beings, looked down upon the grey robe, her eyes emitting a chilling coldness as she said in a cold voice, “Now, the Eastern Wasteland has begun to connect with the Central Five Provinces.

What’s the point in taking action at such a time?”

Feeling the anger in the Sect Leader’s tone, the grey robe hurriedly bowed his head and replied in a low voice, “Sect Leader, the disciple, had been in contact with the subordinates of the Martial Immortal.

Now, due to the shift of the Eastern Wasteland and frequent natural disasters, the people from all the Immortal Sects have gone out to aid mortals.

We could join forces with the subordinates of the Martial Immortal and fight against the members of the great Immortal Sects.

By then, not only the Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty but the entire Eastern Wasteland will fall into chaos.”

“Chaos?

You overestimate those zombie soldiers and corpse generals.

With them?” The Sect Leader of the Bleeding Tears Demon Sect scoffed with contempt, “Those dead corpses are nothing but a bunch of useless trash without the Martial Immortal.

Ally with them?

If the remaining descendants of the Qi Tian Dynasty had been patient and waited until now before taking action, this world might indeed have fallen into prolonged chaos.

But, those useless weaklings were discovered by the people of the Hundred Peaks Sect early on.

I allowed you to act only because they would have been exterminated by the Hundred Peaks Sect sooner or later, even if you hadn’t made a move.

What we need to do now is wait—for the complete merging of the Eastern Wasteland with the Central Five Provinces, and then we will go to the Central Five Provinces and return to the main sect.”

Cao Zhen began to rescue one village after another along the coast.

He spent six months on the rescues.

The entire Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty, or rather the entire Eastern Wasteland, suffered frequent natural disasters due to the land’s movements but gradually stabilized—a sign marked by less frequent tsunamis, no new volcanic eruptions, and a decrease in the frequency of earthquakes.

And Cao Zhen also noticed that the power of his Prosperous Age Picture Record was once again becoming stable.

Previously, under the constant onslaught of natural disasters, he had noticed that his Prosperous Age Picture Record had also dimmed.

Clearly, it was due to the natural disasters that the prosperity of the Guardian Imperial Dynasty was affected.

After six months, when Cao Zhen saw the world gradually stabilizing, he finally set out on the road back to the Hundred Peaks Sect.

Since his arrival in this world, he had always been within the Hundred Peaks Sect.

This was the first time he had left the sect for such a long span of time.

Once, he thought fifty years was a very long time.

But as he began his cultivation, as he experienced all aspects of mortal life, he realized that fifty years truly wasn’t long at all.

In those fifty years, there were far too many experiences in life he had not yet felt.

But with the Eastern Wasteland on the move, he had no choice but to stop and return to the Hundred Peaks Sect.

The Hundred Peaks Sect had existed for hundreds of thousands of years—fifty years was but a momentary blip to the sect.

Yet, after a gap of fifty years, as Cao Zhen flew toward the Hundred Peaks Sect once more, there was a peculiar feeling within him.

Even an inexplicable sense of nervousness as he neared his homeland assailed him.

Only upon landing at the gate of the Hundred Peaks Sect did he truly realize that fifty years had brought great changes.

At the very least, he did not recognize any of the disciples guarding the gate.

In the past, at the height of worldwide chaos, the gates of the Hundred Peaks Sect were only half-open, and the Mountain Protection Array was partially activated, ready to be fully deployed at any moment.

Moreover, the guardians of the gate were led by someone at the Golden Core Stage.

But after so many years, with peace reigning, the gates of the Hundred Peaks Sect were wide open, and there were no signs that the Mountain Protection Array was even operational.

A single glance from Cao Zhen revealed that among the ten or so disciples at the gate, none were at the Golden Core Stage.

And he did not recognize a single one; they were obviously disciples who had joined the Hundred Peaks Sect in the last fifty years.

Among the group of disciples, a young disciple with a handsome appearance cupped his hands towards Cao Zhen and said, “Dao Companion, greetings.

May I ask what brings you to our Hundred Peaks Sect?”

Because of the nature of immortal cultivation, cultivators tend to be generally handsome men and beautiful women.

Looking at the disciples before him, Cao Zhen couldn’t help but recall a line of poetry in his mind.