Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny novel Chapter 1997

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.

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?"