Short summary: Nine cultivators, an Immortal, the happiest baby in the world, a welcome tag along, a Devil Venerable, a not-so-little ghost, and a sleepy boy's journey to find home. Long summary: The story of reaching the heavens, being crowned as the Heavenly Emperor at the end of the journey couldn't possibly consist of only: enter a Sect, take a lotus position, power up, battled overpowered opponents, defeated, saved by some beauty/ancestor/hidden immortal, ate pills, enter closed door cultivation, break through, fight over powered opponents once more, won the fight, rinse and repeat… they couldn't live just like that for years until they touched the heavens right? What do they do in their free time? What do they do when they're bored? What do they do once they reach the pinnacle of cultivation? Do they eat chicken nuggets? Once when they were a group of nameless noobodies they all agreed that the obvious next step they should take was to build a sect of their own. But now that they reached the summit, and were in the process of creating their dream sect, their to-do list seemed to be filled with the following tasks: Figure out how a certain immortal could kill *cough* co-parent peacefully with his child's other parent. Cover an entire realm with grass. Yes, the "grass", those green common stuff on the ground. Build a red light district. Rebuild an entire village… Weren't they planning to build a sect?! *** Updates everyday unless I'm sick I also want to point out that this story is more on the slice of life department, its objective is to explore what cultivators do apart from reaching Immortal-hood. It's like playing a game but you got caught doing the side quests. So the pacing and plot progression might be slow… maybe. Take my words as a grain of salt. Especially the tags. English is not my first language, keep this in mind.
Ming Yongnian took out his spiritual weapon. A carving of a dragon was etched on the blade. He was gripping the silver hilt tight in his dominant hand.
Feeling the familiar weight in his hand, he twisted the sword in his hands. The Golden tassels attached to the sword handle chased the shadow of the blade.
He had not touched his spiritual weapon after his ascension. Last he used it was against the same Devil Venerable before him.
"Are we going straight to the main course?" Mo Huijun pulled out his spiritual weapon.
A sword with red markings. Like Ming Yongnian's own spiritual weapon, it had etchings of dragons. It was furiously sitting on the blade, preying on its enemies.
"Yeah. You don't mind, do you? It's not like we won't try killing each other while talking." Wasting time was not part of Ming Yongnian's agenda today.
Mo Huijun smirked, sword ready at his side, reflecting the Devil Venerable's fierce eyes. "We talk better through fights."