Published: August 10, 2026
Chapter 1042: The Skyline Project!
"Step."
Without using escape light, Liu Yu climbed the Great Path of Longevity step by step, his face expressionless.
One level after another, the steps with huge height differences were steadily crossed and left behind.
Nearly five hundred years of cultivating immortality flashed one scene after another before his eyes.
He savored them carefully—the hardships, bitterness, joys, grievances, and tangled enmities of those years.
Yu Xiaotong, the Feng Guangxiu siblings, Yao Yunsong, Nangong Tian, the Elysium Old Demon, Floating Light True Monarch...
The Xiaomei Mountain Feng Family, the Tianyong City Huang Family, the Divine Sand Sect of West Sand, the Heavenly Dragon Temple of Yuan Martial Nation...
Murder for treasure, exterminating entire clans, the darkest of choices...
Along the way, for all kinds of reasons—sometimes killing for treasures based on his own interests, sometimes maintaining order from the perspective of the sect, and sometimes simply out of pure malice in his heart—
In one event after another, Liu Yu's hands had been stained with far too much blood.
How many lives he had personally taken was already impossible to remember.
To call him a mass murderer would almost be too mild.
But this was the cultivation world. Cultivation resources were ultimately limited, while everyone wanted to go farther, obtain greater power and longer lifespan, in hopes of enjoying more of the world's beauty.
Under such circumstances, one had to fight and seize and plunder. The methods might differ, but the essence was no different at all.
He did not think there was anything wrong with it.
Although, for various reasons, he had used the sect's power to whitewash many things, that was merely standard practice for true lords and true people once they reached a certain height.
From the bottom of his heart, Liu Yu did not think this was wrong. The strong replacing the weak was simply the law of nature.
That is not a black history. That is the road I walked to get here!
If heaven has feelings, heaven too grows old, but the Great Dao is heartless and impartial.
If one day he were to be destroyed by a stronger being, Liu Yu would absolutely have no complaints. Even if he died, he would have no regrets.
"Step~"
When he passed the Hall of Ancestors, Liu Yu paused slightly.
Silently, he offered three sticks of incense, then continued all the way upward without stopping until he reached the mountain peak and arrived before his cave dwelling.
Under the cover of the formation, the cave dwelling was empty and desolate.
Before setting out to face the three great true lords, he had already arranged everything for the future and long ago dismissed the dozens of maids in the residence, including his personal maid, Gu Yueying.
Dressed in a black robe with his hands behind his back, Liu Yu stood on the mountain peak and looked back. His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of obstruction and swept across the entire sect gate.
With nearly ten thousand cultivators dispatched to the battlefield, the sect gate had become much quieter.
Between one spiritual mountain after another, disciples in streams of escape light moved in a hurry, no longer as relaxed and composed as before.
Everyone knew that after Yuan Yang Sect formally joined the war, those ten thousand were only the first batch. No one knew whose turn it would be next.
The shadow of war had descended over the entire sect.
In many people's hearts, there was more or less a sense of urgency, and they subconsciously tried to seize the time to improve their strength.
"Not bad."
After sweeping his gaze around, Liu Yu gave an almost imperceptible nod, quite satisfied with the sect's current state.
Since he took charge, the sect had become stronger by more than one level compared to the era of "Heavenly Wind Ancestor," and could be considered worthy of Yuan Yang Sect's successive ancestors.
His gaze shifted as he scanned again and again, until it finally settled on a first-tier spiritual mountain on the outer perimeter of the sect gate.