Chapter 810: A Revolutionary Change

Half a month later.

On this day, movement was detected from the rift torn in the sky at the center of the Immortal Realm.

"Woo...hahaha, is this the new land we've found to survive?"

"Hahaha, the air here is so fresh!"

"I, the Bloody-Handed Butcher, have arrived!"

"The people here seem so weak, hehe..."

"Don't fight me, this territory is mine, haha!"

"That mountain over there belongs to me now."

"Brothers, look! There's a city up ahead. Let's go see if there's anything good inside..."

In an instant.

Amidst cheers and shouts, figures began to emerge from the rift in the sky.

As the first person came out, followed by the second, the third, and so on, a continuous stream of people flew out of the rift, scattering in all directions across the Immortal Realm.

Many, relying on their strength, immediately began to pillage and plunder.

The scene was like a swarm of locusts descending.

This teleportation continued for over half a month, with hundreds of millions of people being transported through.

Just as everyone thought the teleportation was about to end, thunderclouds gathered around the rift.

The first "Calamity Gate" had arrived.

In the orthodox terminology of Yunxing, a "Calamity Gate" represents a sect's rank, indicating that the sect has at least a high-level Calamity Realm expert within its ranks.

To put it in terms of the original Nine Realms' hierarchy, even a 99th-level True Immortal would only be equivalent to a second-level Calamity Realm. This meant that any Calamity Gate sect had the power to easily flatten the Nine Realms.

Above the Calamity Gates were the "Dao Gates."

A Dao-level sect indicated that the sect had at least a Dao Mirror-level expert within its ranks.

From the rift.

After the first Calamity Gate descended, the second, third, and more followed in an endless stream.

Finally.

After a few days, Dao energy began to emanate from the rift.

A true Dao Gate had arrived.

An undisputed behemoth.

The arrival of these experts, Calamity Gates, and Dao Gates was revolutionary for the Nine Realms.

Countless lives, trajectories, and destinies were altered...

Of course.

Their arrival wasn't without benefits for the Nine Realms.

From the very first day the connection with the outside world was truly established, a certain shackle on the Nine Realms was broken.

On that day, countless people in the Nine Realms saw their cultivation levels break through several stages, feeling as if the bottlenecks that had once constrained them had suddenly vanished.

This was especially true for lower-tier planes like the Immortal River Continent.

Fundamentally, these lower-tier planes, the Immortal Realm, and the outside world all belonged to Yunxing. However, they had been confined by the Eight Great Sovereigns, who had imposed shackles upon them.

If the Immortal Realm had been shackled once, these lower-tier planes had been shackled three times.

As a result.

It was extremely difficult for people from lower-tier planes to break through the Martial Emperor level and become Human Immortals to enter the Immortal Realm.

As for reaching the 99th level of True Immortal in the Immortal Realm, it was nearly impossible.

Because breaking through this level meant breaking the shackles and the cage set by the Eight Great Sovereigns, something they would never allow.

In summary, the arrival of the outside world and the breaking of the shackles brought both joy and sorrow to the people of the Nine Realms.

But without exception, the Eight Great Sovereigns, once revered by millions, had now become figures of scorn. Instead of kneeling before their statues in reverence, people now spat on them in disgust.

...

Time flew by, and a year had passed.

Shadow Island.

The small island was bustling with activity, people coming and going without end.

Old men and women played chess, some engaged in petty affairs, while others carried manure or fished. Life went on without any significant changes.

As for Yi Feng, his map had become much more detailed.

From the crawling creatures in the Floating Corpse Valley to the Mengduo Beasts in the Chaotic Corpse Ground, and later the Molten Giants in a ruined land and the two-headed water monsters in a certain river.

So, over the course of a year, Yi Feng had been constantly grinding, slashing, and leveling up, never once leaving the island.

His cultivation level had risen from Golden Immortal 60+, roughly equivalent to the 31st level of True Immortal, to Golden Immortal 100+, equivalent to the 71st level of True Immortal.

However, Yi Feng noticed that after reaching Golden Immortal 100+, his progress had slowed significantly.

Of course, the main reason was that after the two-headed water monsters, Yi Feng hadn't found any higher-level demonic creatures.

This meant that Yi Feng could only grind at these few spots, and as his level increased, the experience points from these grinding spots became less and less.

Sometimes, to accumulate enough monsters, Yi Feng had to rest at home for a few days before he could enjoy a decent round of grinding.

After a few more days of waiting.

Yi Feng picked up his sword and left Shadow Island, heading to his initial grinding spot, the Floating Corpse Valley.

When Yi Feng arrived, the valley was no longer there. Instead, it had been replaced by a small mountain.

Because the valley had been completely filled with the corpses of crawling creatures.

"After raising these pigs for so many days, is this all there is?"

Yi Feng sighed slightly.

But even a mosquito's worth of meat was still something, and any bit of experience was better than none.

In a few quick strokes, the recently gathered crawling creatures were wiped out.

Yi Feng clapped his hands and leisurely walked away, returning to Shadow Island to gossip about the love-hate relationship between Lu Dasheng and the Tofu Auntie.

However.

While Shadow Island remained unchanged, the Immortal Realm had undergone earth-shattering transformations over the past year.

Previously, a Reincarnation Immortal was a figure who could strut around the Immortal Realm with impunity. Now, they were reduced to working as errand boys in taverns.

Of course.

The Reincarnation Immortal Realm was no longer called that; it was now referred to as the First-Level Calamity Realm.

Although both were Calamity Realms, high-level Calamity Realms were capable of establishing Calamity Gates. Now, First-Level Calamity Realm experts were everywhere.

The biggest change in the Immortal Realm was the distribution of power.

The once-mighty factions of the Immortal Realm had collapsed like mountains, and the lofty Immortal Continents had vanished without a trace. The former lords of the Upper Three Continents, who had been at the Sun-Moon Immortal level, close to the True Immortal level, could now only serve as guardians or deacons in the outer branches of Calamity Gates.

Even so, they faced discrimination simply for being from the Nine Realms.

Replacing these Immortal Continents and factions were the various Calamity Gates.

And above the Calamity Gates, the three Dao Gate behemoths stood as equals.

Near the dark mist boundary close to Shadow Island.

This area, spanning thousands of miles, had not become desolate due to its proximity to the dark mist. On the contrary, it had become one of the most bustling places in the Immortal Realm.

The reason for this was precisely because of its proximity to the dark mist.

Now that the dark mist had spread across Yunxing, the major sects no longer had the luxury of training in various locations. Instead, the places available for training had become scarce.

Thus, areas close to the dark mist, where demonic creatures were abundant, naturally became the prime locations for disciples to train.

It was a win-win situation: they could train and eliminate demons at the same time.

Of course.

The most important factor was the tasks assigned to each disciple by their sects.

From top disciples to outer sect disciples, everyone had an annual demon-slaying quota.

It wasn't that they were doing this for the people of the Nine Realms, nor was it out of some noble cause. Rather, given the circumstances, the major sects had no choice but to adopt this practice.

Under this pressure, disciples naturally gravitated toward these areas to complete their sect tasks.

However.

The current situation was a bit off.

The streets were filled with cursing disciples.

"What the hell, is this dark mist fake? I've been camping here for days, and I haven't seen a single demon. What's going on?" one disciple complained as he flew along the dark mist boundary, searching for demonic creatures.

"Bro, stop whining. You've only been here a few days. I've been camping here for a month, and I've only encountered one low-level demon," another disciple retorted.

"Well, at least you've got one. That means you can complete this year's task, right?" the first disciple said.

"Complete my ass! Do you know how many people are fighting over this task?" the second disciple raised his finger, glaring. "There are over thirty thousand people competing for it! It almost sparked a sect war!"