Ascension of The Unholy Immortal

In the cozy confines of a humble inn, Liang sipped his wine, a contemplative expression etched across his face.

He had successfully navigated his issues with the Dong Clan and forged a unique alliance with them—an impressive feat.

Power!

If his cultivation hadn't elevated him to the status of being nearly equal to those in the Void Return Realm, such a relationship would have been beyond his reach. His ties to the Divine Spirit Palace aided him, but ultimately, it was his own strength that made it possible.

After spending several days at the Dong Clan headquarters, Liang departed openly. Utilizing the Void Integration Matrix, he rushed to Floria to fulfill his agreement with a mysterious woman from the Divine Spirit Palace.

It had been a long time since he last set foot on this vibrant planet, which continued to thrive as it always had.

"By the end of this trip, I intend to settle all outstanding matters," Liang muttered, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes.

He hadn't forgotten about the Spirit Wandering Paragon, who had threatened his life over the Red Lotus Paragon spirit ring when he first arrived in Solitude, the renowned cultivation paradise of the Runestone System, aside from Nexus.

"First, I need to visit Frostfell. There are a few matters left for me to resolve."

Days later, Liang descended into the subglacial realm of Frostfall.

Frostfell greeted Liang with its biting winds and an icy expanse that stretched endlessly before him. The pale sunlight filtering through the frost-laden clouds cast a cold, ethereal glow over the frozen landscape. Despite the harsh environment, Liang felt no discomfort; his cultivation had long since rendered such trivialities inconsequential.

As he descended into the labyrinthine caverns below the surface, the air grew colder still, but it carried with it a strange serenity. Bioluminescent organisms illuminated the tunnels, their soft glow reflecting off crystalline ice formations to create an otherworldly scenery. This was not Liang's first visit to Frostfell—but this time, his purpose was different. He wasn't here for exploration or rising his cultivation, but for something entirely different.

Unlike the previous time he didn't linger around and headed to the Galactic Dragon City immediately.

The icy winds of Frostfell howled as Liang emerged at the base of the towering gates of the Galactic Dragon City. The arches, carved with celestial dragons, still gleamed with embedded gems, though Liang's gaze lingered not on their beauty but on the four gatekeepers.

Liang produced the same blue token, its ice dragon shimmering faintly. The guard's inspection was sharper this time, his runic aura probing the jade's energy. Satisfied, he nodded. "Proceed. But tread carefully. The city's politics grow… thicker these days."

Liang didn't ask for clarification because he didn't really cares.

Inside, the city thrived as before—its crystalline spires glinting under the dragon's icy glow. But Liang's attention was drawn to the slumbering dragon overhead. Its scales pulsed faintly, as though sensing his return.

"Has its power grown? "he wondered. The last time he'd seen it, the dragon seemed a monument. Now, its presence felt more alive.

He quickened his pace toward the heart of the city and finally he arrived at Exploration Hall.

Without bothering to ask he headed to information section, which is one of the most thriving sections in the Exploration Hall.

The information section of the Exploration Hall buzzed with subdued activity, its walls lined with frost-etched shelves holding countless jade scrolls. Liang approached the counter, where a clerk in fur-lined robes glanced up, her breath visible in the frigid air. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his abrupt arrival.

"I need details on the aftermath of Kun Peng City's fall," Liang stated without preamble. "And everything significant in Frostfell since my last visit."

The informant's fingers stilled on her ledger. For a heartbeat, she studied him, then gestured to a waiting bench. "Wait here."

She returned moments later with a slender jade scroll, its surface etched with frost-like runes. "This contains the major events," she said, placing it on the counter.

"Anything else?"

The Informat studied him for a moment before smiling. "If I'm not mistaken, you must be Senior Liang, right?"

Surprise flashed in Liang's eyes. "You know who I am?"

The Informat's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course! We have plenty of information about you."

Liang narrowed his gaze, puzzled. What information? Did the Dong Clan disclose details about him?

No, that seemed unlikely; they wouldn't waste resources on trivial matters.

"I would appreciate it if you could provide all the information you have on me," Liang said, trying to maintain his composure.

He then placed a spatial ring on the counter. "I believe this will be sufficient compensation for your time."

The informant's eyes widened as her gaze fell upon the ring. Even without examining its contents, she could sense the potent energy radiating from it. She nodded curtly, her professional demeanor firmly back in place. "As you wish, Senior Liang. Please allow me a moment to gather the information."

She disappeared into the labyrinthine shelves, the faint rustle of scrolls the only sound in her wake. Liang waited patiently, his gaze distant as he contemplated the potential implications of his information being so readily available.

The informant returned with two jade scrolls, their surfaces shimmering with frost-like runes. She slid them across the counter, her eyes flickering with a mix of curiosity and caution. "The second scroll contains all recorded accounts pertaining to you, Senior Liang. The tales… vary widely."

Liang retrieved the scrolls without a word, his fingers brushing the icy surface of the second scroll. He tossed another spatial ring onto the counter, this one heavier with resources, and turned to leave.

"Senior," the informant called after him, her voice tinged with awe, "some stories are written to be believed, not corrected."

***

In a dimly lit room at the nearby Frostspire Inn, Liang sat cross-legged on a bed of pelts, the jade scroll glowing softly in his palm. As he absorbed its contents, his expression shifted from guarded tension to a mix of resignation and dark amusement.

The scroll painted him as a man of contradictions: a nobody who'd stumbled into paragon-level power, a silent cultivator who'd charmed his way into the Dong Clan's inner circle, and a "Divine Paragon" whose exploits were embroidered with enough half-truths to confuse even the keenest observers. The fabricated details were almost poetic—a humble origin, a chance rune awakening, and a seven-rune paragon legacy.

"So this the informations they have," he mused with amusement in his eyes.

The tales of his "romance" with the Dong Clan's saintess were particularly absurd, though he admitted the narrative cleverly explained his ties to the clan without revealing the cold pragmatism of their alliance.

He leaned back, exhaling slowly. The false identity he'd cultivated for years held firm. As they say, A moving shadow is harder to kill than a standing flame.

With that, he turned to the first scroll—the one detailing Frostfell's recent upheavals. The cold glow of the jade illuminated his face as he delved into accounts of political strife, rogue paragons, and the major events.