Transmigration: The Peerless Immortal Husband

The accident happened too suddenly. From the landscape painting to the whirlpool that formed, pulling the four of them in, it all occurred in the blink of an eye. By the time the people outside noticed the unusual situation and rushed over as quickly as possible, all they saw was that even the painting had been sucked into the whirlpool, and then the whirlpool disappeared right before their eyes.

It left them wondering if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

“Who was here just now? What exactly happened?”

“Did some kind of mechanism get triggered? Where did those people go?”

Even the two groups of cultivators who had been fighting over the Ningying Pill rushed in, searching and feeling around every corner, but there was no sign of anything unusual. The cultivators who had previously encountered Gu Yao and the others explained their identities, which caused the other cultivators to regret not acting sooner. Especially those who had bumped into them—this side hall had clearly been entered by them first, but they had missed the opportunity.

They were absolutely certain that this had been a major opportunity.

Tao Yue and Du Lingdai were a step behind and hadn’t reacted in time to the surprise. When the other cultivators rushed in, the two of them immediately blended into the crowd and found the other students from Tianfu Academy.

The students from Tianfu Academy had no chance to get to the front to investigate. They only learned from the discussions around them that the incident had been caused by Gu Yao and his group, and they couldn’t help but worry. “Do you think Senior Brother Chi and the others will be alright?”

“They should be fine. Senior Brother Chi and the others weren’t interested in fighting over the treasures outside. They were just wandering around, and this happened unexpectedly…”

Everyone understood that the more one actively pursues something, the less likely they are to get it, while those who aren’t paying attention often stumble upon great opportunities. At this moment, the cultivators from Changxian Sect couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

“They’re too greedy. There are so many treasures outside, and that wasn’t enough for them? Senior Brother Chi and the others aren’t so easy to mess with. They’ll be fine.”

The group searched the side hall several times but found nothing. In the end, they had no choice but to station guards to prevent anyone from entering or leaving. They couldn’t waste all their time in this hall; they still had to continue fighting over the treasures in the other side hall, including the Ningying Pill. As long as they took one item back, they would receive significant rewards from their sect—such a benefit was immense.

After a brief spell of dizziness, Gu Yao and the others realized they were in a dark chamber. However, as soon as they entered, the chamber lit up. When they could finally see the surroundings, even someone as experienced as Chi Changye couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

“What is this place?” Xu Chen asked in the space. Gu Yao sure had a knack for getting himself into trouble—could he ever make it back to his original world on his own? Xu Chen couldn’t help but doubt.

In the center of the dark room was a massive formation, still active. Surrounding the formation were thick, coiled dragon columns made from the same material as the two massive columns outside the main hall. The walls of the chamber were adorned with relief sculptures.

“The relief sculptures on the walls are quite strange,” Tian Feirong said, pointing at the wall behind them.

Chi Changye spoke cautiously, “Let’s first examine the content of these reliefs. It seems there’s no way out of here for now. Perhaps these reliefs serve some other purpose.”

“Alright,” Gu Yao nodded.

The four of them each chose a relief to examine. At first, they wanted to stay alert, wary of any sudden changes, but as soon as their gaze fell upon the reliefs, the same situation that had occurred with Gu Yao and the landscape painting earlier happened again. This time, it was even more intense—he felt as though he were being pulled into vast, turbulent scenes.

Gu Yao didn’t understand why he couldn’t control his actions, passively watching as each scene unfolded. On a vast land, countless cultivators and beasts coexisted, strange flowers and herbs grew everywhere, and even a weed that no one paid attention to seemed like a valuable spiritual herb to him. Yet, it was overlooked by the cultivators living here and could easily be trampled.

As he watched, he gradually realized that these cultivators, who looked similar to humans, weren’t truly human but were likely members of the Hundred Clans from ancient times. Almost every cultivator born from these clans possessed their own innate divine abilities. They were powerful beyond measure and ruled over this land, while true humans were weak and insignificant, living in the cracks between these powerful beings, some protected by certain clans.

The Hundred Clans were inherently strong. Although some had peaceful temperaments, others were inherently belligerent. A great upheaval in the world dragged the Hundred Clans into a fierce battle, and humans were forced to pick sides.

As the battles between the Hundred Clans grew fiercer, with countless casualties, the possibility of a ceasefire vanished, and the fighting continued until death. Meanwhile, humans, with their strong reproductive abilities, gradually grew stronger by learning and adapting. From being weak, they eventually reached an equal footing with the Hundred Clans. As the power dynamics shifted, some of the clans could no longer suppress the rise of humanity. Some refused to accept defeat and turned their hostility toward humans, while others chose to retreat, gradually integrating into human society and becoming part of humanity’s bloodline.

Gu Yao saw scenes of strong warriors receiving battle reports and hurriedly leaving their palaces, thinking they would return soon. However, they were swept into fierce battles and never came back. The earth seemed to echo with their lamentations, as mountains and rivers fractured, and once-prosperous cultivation grounds were destroyed. In the final moments of the scene, Gu Yao seemed to hear a heavy sigh that resonated deeply within his heart.

When Gu Yao pulled out of the image, he felt the heavy and suffocating pressure constricting his throat, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, a hand rested on his back, warm spiritual power flowing into his body. The suffocating sensation immediately dissipated, and Gu Yao was able to return to normal.

“Big Brother Ye, did you also see it? The rise and fall of the ancient Hundred Clans? Is this the content the mural is trying to convey?” Gu Yao asked.

Chi Changye nodded, his eyes filled with emotion. “I saw it too. The Hundred Clans were so powerful, yet they disappeared from the world just like that. Instead, it was the human race, originally dependent on the Hundred Clans, that became the ruler of this world. The bloodlines of the Hundred Clans had to survive through the human race.”

The so-called ancient remnants of the Hundred Clans had ultimately become integrated into the human race, no longer pure members of the ancient Hundred Clans. And it was clear that their strength and innate divine abilities paled in comparison to the Hundred Clans. Ultimately, the Hundred Clans had become part of history.

It could be said that today’s cultivation world for humans had developed on the foundation laid by the Hundred Clans. After seeing the images, Chi Changye felt that every cultivation method still bore traces of the Hundred Clans’ divine abilities and techniques. While humans lacked the innate divine abilities of the Hundred Clans, they could grow through learning and training, step by step, mastering the innate divine powers of the Hundred Clans.

This, perhaps, was the reason the human race became the ruler of the world. The Hundred Clans, being too powerful from the start, failed to cherish what they had. Their reckless battles and destruction shattered the world, while humans carefully grew stronger in the process.

However, would the end of the Hundred Clans one day become the future of the human race?

Tian Feirong and the little fatty were a bit late to exit the images, and their heads were throbbing with pain. It took a while for them to regain their senses. They exchanged glances, their hearts full of confusion.

Tian Feirong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “So, this Cangkun Hall and the Cangkun Secret Realm must be remnants from the ancient past, right? What do those images mean for us to see them?”

The little fatty said, “Second Brother Tian, you must be the bloodline of the ancient Hundred Clans, right? Could it be…?”

Tian Feirong shook his head. “It was Gu Yao who first triggered that teleportation restriction. That’s how we all ended up here.”

The two of them suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Gu Yao. Could it be that Gu Yao had a special constitution, with blood from the ancient Hundred Clans flowing through him? Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?

Gu Yao glanced up at Chi Changye, who looked at him with complete trust in his eyes. Gu Yao scratched his head and said, “Yes, I do have a special bloodline, but it hasn’t fully awakened yet.”

“What is it?” Tian Feirong and the little fatty asked curiously. Even Chi Changye looked interested, and Xu Chen shouted, “How come I didn’t know about this? What kind of secret are you hiding? Could it be that the Pill Pavilion found you because of your special constitution?”

Xu Chen was feeling a bit unfair—why did all the benefits seem to go to Gu Yao? And he had totally misjudged the situation and hadn’t noticed anything.

Gu Yao felt there was no need to hide it anymore, so he muted Xu Chen’s voice in the space—it was really too distracting. “My uncle told me about it. When he left, he made arrangements. He said I’m from a spiritual race called the Heavenly Spirit Clan. Actually, I don’t know much about the Heavenly Spirit Clan, but it seems there’s something special about my soul.”

Gu Yao actually had some doubts about whether his uncle was mistaken. His soul was different from that of ordinary cultivators, but he believed this difference was because he came from an interstellar world, not because of the body he inhabited. However, without seeing his uncle, he couldn’t know the full truth.

“Heavenly Spirit Clan? That sounds impressive,” Tian Feirong said, stroking his chin. He was now certain that he belonged to a branch of the Fire Spirit Clan, though of course, he couldn’t compare to the true Fire Spirit Clan.

The cultivation methods he had acquired should also have been derived from humans who inherited this bloodline, built upon the foundation of the Fire Spirit Clan’s divine abilities. These methods were later researched and summarized through acquired study. If he were to be completely honest, he still considered himself part of the human race.

Gu Yao shrugged. “I don’t feel particularly remarkable. Maybe it’s because the bloodline of this particular race is quite rare in me.”

Of course, he could still feel his bloodline gradually awakening. His sensitivity to spiritual energy and the speed at which he cultivated had definitely increased. It wasn’t just because he had enhanced the purity of his spiritual root—there were various factors at play, and it was difficult to pinpoint exactly which one was responsible.

“Heavenly Spirit Clan? I think I’ve heard of it,” Xu Chen’s voice suddenly echoed in the space.