bookbashuk Chapter 105 True Martial, Earth Immortal, Divine Transformation
Chapter 105 True Martial, Earth Immortal, Divine Transformation
Chapter 105 True Martial, Earth Immortal, Divine Transformation
[Group notification: Group member Russell has started a live stream]
[Group members Xiao Yan, Han Li, and Zhong Li — Join the live stream]
Xiao Yan: "Why are you suddenly starting a live stream?"
In Xiaochi Town, beside the Full Moon Well, Xiao Yan sat by the well, preparing to wait for the fox to appear. When he saw that Russell had started a live stream, he clicked on it and was stunned by what he saw.
Xiao Yan: "Didn't you say you were going to find the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault? Where are you now?"
Bertrand Russell: "The tomb of the God of Heaven".
As he spoke, Russell adjusted the camera angle, clearly showing the imposing coffin lying on the high platform in the distance.
Even through the live broadcast, the profound and boundless aura that transcended millennia still sent a shiver down the spines of Xiao Yan and Han Li on the other side of the screen.
Han Li: "Fellow Daoist Luo is indeed a person of great fortune, that you actually found this place."
Russell: "Brother Han, you're mistaken. This really has nothing to do with me; it's all thanks to Xiaoyu."
In the video, Xiaoyu waved her hand in cooperation, a hint of smugness on her face.
Lu Mingfei: "!!!"
Lu Mingfei: "Xiaoyu! What are you doing there!?"
On the Wuji Peak of Kongsang Mountain, Lu Mingfei glanced at Xiaoyu sitting cross-legged in the cave, then at Xiaoyu greeting him in the live stream. His face twisted as he grabbed his hair. He couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't tell the difference!
Russell wasn't really in the mood for fooling around; he wasn't going to go live to show off.
Russell: "The Emperor?"
Zhong Li: "I'm here."
That's it.
Russell breathed a sigh of relief; it was indeed the weight of the rock that gave him peace of mind.
He had Xiaoyu follow behind him as they walked toward the coffin.
A wide staircase extends from the ground to the coffin, with a life-sized bronze candlestick standing every ten steps, winding along the staircase to the top.
As Russell and Xiaoyu ascended the steps, the candles on the candlesticks that had not yet burned out spontaneously ignited, turning a blood-red color yet remaining crystal clear, like rubies. They appeared to be made from the flesh and blood of a strange beast similar to Zhujiuyin.
After climbing ninety-nine steps, Russell finally arrived in front of the coffin.
Russell carefully took out the Earthly Lock, and after examining it, he confirmed that there were no restrictions on the coffin before placing his hand on the coffin lid and pushing it open.
A rough and heavy scraping sound rang out as the coffin lid was moved open a wide enough gap.
Contrary to expectations, no evil black mist rose into the sky, nor were there any unusual phenomena. The Heavenly Emperor's body lay there quietly.
He was dressed in a dark, ancient-style robe. His body was extremely well-preserved, showing no signs of decay. His skin was still lustrous, as if his chest would rise and fall slightly with his breath at any moment.
Han Li: "As expected, none of those who can become Heavenly Emperors are simple people."
Judging from his imposing demeanor alone, he felt that the person in front of him was definitely not just a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even a Deity Transformation cultivator, but at least a legendary Body Integration cultivator.
Xiao Yan: "He looks like he's asleep. Could he be coming back to life?"
Russell: "If it really comes back to life, I'll put it in a red envelope and send it to you."
Xiao Yan: "That works too."
Anyway, the list that Yao Lao gave him included the corpse of a Dou Zong or higher level expert, so if Russell dared to post it, he dared to accept it.
Russell: "————"
Han Li: "Based on my years of experience in the wilderness, since there are no restrictions here, there should be some legacy left behind. Fellow Daoist Luo can look around and see if there are any tokens or anything like that."
A token?
Han Li's words enlightened Russell, and with a flick of his wrist, the Heavenly Emperor Nether Stone appeared in his hand.
As soon as the Nether Stone appeared, it immediately sensed something, and on its own, it floated up from Russell's hand, hovering directly above the coffin, casting a dark blue halo.
Tiny white particles of light, like awakened fireflies, drifted out from the remains of the Heavenly Emperor and disappeared into the Nether Stone. As the light particles dissipated, the body that had once seemed alive began to show clear cracks on its surface, like weathered porcelain.
"What a pity." Xiao Yan sighed and said to Yao Lao, who was floating to the side, "My teacher's body is gone."
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"No rush. The myriad worlds are so vast, there are countless ways to be resurrected. Perhaps after experiencing many worlds in the future, I will directly become a Ghost Immortal." Yao Lao stroked his beard and smiled gently. He was not in a hurry to be resurrected. After cultivating the Heavenly Book, his soul body was stable and his cultivation was gradually increasing. He estimated that he would be able to recover to his peak state soon.
In his soul form, he could not only travel to other worlds with Xiao Yan, but he also had to properly handle Xiao Yan's love life. This brat insisted on playing the pure love game, which was simply despicable. He was still waiting for his lovely granddaughter Xiao Xiao to call him grandmaster. If he actually had a physical body, it would be harder to make a move.
Inside the mausoleum, in no time at all, the immortal remains turned to ashes before everyone's eyes, falling softly to the bottom of the coffin.
The Heavenly Emperor's Nether Stone itself seemed to have gained sentience, shooting a beam of dark blue light toward Russell's brow.
hum!
With a buzzing sound, the World Lock floating behind Russell shone brightly, creating a thick jade shield around Russell.
The ancient patterns on the shield flowed gracefully, as exquisite as a work of art. When the blue light struck it, it seemed to encounter immense resistance, unable to move forward and coming to a standstill.
Russell was quite decisive; he stuffed the wisp of blue light into a red envelope and sent it to Zhongli.
A short while later, Zhongli replied.
Zhongli: "It's the Heavenly Emperor's memories."
Immediately afterwards, Zhongli presented what he had obtained in the form of images.
This is the magnificent life of the Heavenly Emperor. He entered a prestigious sect at the age of twelve, achieved Foundation Establishment at the age of twenty, and was hailed as the fastest Foundation Establishment disciple in the sect's history. At the age of thirty, he refined essence into qi, at the age of sixty, he refined qi into spirit, at the age of seventy-two, he cultivated a Dharma body, and at the age of eighty-six, he went deep into the North Sea for eight thousand miles to slay a dragon and achieved the Refinement of Spirit and Return to Emptiness. At this point, the only ones who could compete with him for the Dao were the leaders of various sects. At the age of one hundred and twelve, this was his one hundredth year of cultivation. He had reached the end of the Refinement of Spirit realm, and there was no one in the world who had reached the same level as him.
Then, he got stuck.
He could sense that there was a higher realm ahead, but he couldn't find a way to explore it.
After spending countless years searching for ancient ruins, he finally managed to deduce and open up three paths he believed were feasible, relying on a celestial book and several fragmented ancient methods he had obtained.
He named these three paths the Path of True Martial Arts, the Method of Earthly Immortals, and the Art of Transformation into a Divine Being.
The True Martial Way is the ultimate path to body refinement.
Strengthening tendons, changing blood, forging bones, cleansing marrow, and refining the body, one develops the five elements of supernatural powers, dispersing the vast spiritual energy throughout the body's acupoints, condensing the primordial spirit within the skin, flesh, bones, and blood, pursuing the seamless integration and perfect unity of spirit and flesh, ultimately forging a flawless divine body, allowing essence, energy, and spirit to merge and converge, becoming one, forming a world of its own.
This path is upright and honorable, and it is the one he favors most.
The methods of Earth Immortals and the art of Transformation into Spirits are alternative paths, shortcuts that attempt to bypass the orthodox barriers to the Dao.
The essence of the so-called Earth Immortal lies in enabling cultivators who have reached the peak of the Void Refinement stage to find or create a blessed land using secret methods, and then deeply integrate and refine their own soul and Dao foundation with it, completely connecting their life with this blessed land, making the cultivator the master of this small world.
The person who rules over the grotto-heaven can be called an Earth Immortal. Cultivators are grotto-heavens, and grotto-heavens are cultivators. Relying on the power of the grotto-heaven, Earth Immortals can theoretically possess near-infinite lifespan and supernatural powers to move mountains and overturn seas. Although they are not as free and unfettered as the legendary True Immortals who roam the world, they are still enough to look down on the vast majority of cultivators in the world.
The so-called "divine transformation technique" is even more of a fantasy. It requires the cultivator to abandon everything, merge themselves into a wisp of the Dao in the world, and then transform themselves again after replacing this wisp of the Dao, reappearing in the world as a primordial being.
Of the three, the True Martial Path is the most feasible, the Earth Immortal Method is worth a try, and the Divine Transformation Technique is almost nonsense.
Anyway, the Heavenly Emperor himself cultivated the former method, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough lifespan in the later stages and didn't succeed.
Xiao Yan: "Oh my god, the ancients said, the ancients said—"
I thought the Heavenly Emperor was already the most powerful being in the world, but I never expected that there was an even more ancient being above him.
This is similar to how he originally thought that only Qin Shi Huang said he had learned from the five thousand years of Chinese history, but unexpectedly, the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor said that they had also learned it in the same way.
Han Li: "It seems that the sorceress Linglong from the Southern Frontier possesses the Nascent Soul Technique."
The Beast God, formed from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, possesses an immortal body. If he hadn't been driven by love and willingly abandoned his true nature to become human, Dao Xuan might not have been able to defeat him.
Russell: "Pretty much the same."
Russell genuinely couldn't think of anything else that could create a man-made, innate being like the Beast God.
It can only be said that the witch Linglong is truly amazing; she actually managed to do what even the Heavenly Emperor couldn't.
After carefully storing the Heavenly Emperor's Nether Stone, Russell concluded the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault instance. He closed the live stream and returned the way he came. When he stepped out of the huge stone gate again with Xiaoyu's spirit, the outside world was already different.
The massive body of the Blackwater Serpent coiled at the edge of the platform, its head languidly resting in front of the stone gate. Its size had returned to its usual hundred-zhang length, but the crimson patterns on its body had not completely faded, and it faintly shimmered with light.
The Nine Heavens Mystic Bird was in a terrible state. Its once radiant orange-yellow feathers were torn into a mess, covered in dirt and ice shards. Its proud wings and even its body were firmly pierced by several thick icy spears, pinning it tightly to the huge tree trunk. Its aura had plummeted to an unprecedented level.
Upon seeing Russell appear, the Blackwater Serpent immediately raised its head as if seeking praise, its scarlet vertical pupils narrowed, and its forked tongue flicked out, emitting a hissing sound.
"Well done." Russell praised it generously, patted its cold scales, and then flicked his wrist, throwing an elf capsule at the yellow bird that was nailed to the tree. A ball of colorful light quickly enveloped the yellow bird's huge body. The seriously injured yellow bird could not even struggle and shrank rapidly in the light, eventually being absorbed into the capsule and flying back to Russell's hand.
That night, outside Xiaochi Town, beside an abandoned ancient well.
Xiao Yan had been waiting here for a long time. As the moon rose high in the sky and its clear light shone everywhere, he still could not find the three-tailed fox. He stood up, stretched lazily, and his bones made a slight cracking sound.
"Why isn't it here yet—" he muttered, his gaze involuntarily falling on the legendary Full Moon Well beside him. The well was deep and dark, and the water shimmered and was exceptionally clear under the bright moonlight.
With nothing else to do, Xiao Yan felt a surge of curiosity and decided to bend down and look directly into the well.
Moonlight streamed through the well, projecting clearly onto the mirror-like surface of the water, then refracted back, falling precisely into Xiao Yan's gazing eyes.
In an instant, it was as if an invisible ripple spread through his mind, and Xiao Yan's vision suddenly blurred and then quickly cleared.
A graceful figure dressed in light blue robes appeared first, smiling sweetly, her eyes filled with tenderness and dependence—it was Xun'er.
The scene shifts to a landscape of green hills and clear waters, where a woman in white is carefully tending to medicinal herbs. Her profile is gentle and serene, and when she looks back, her eyes are filled with pure kindness and subtle concern. This is Little Fairy Doctor.
Immediately afterwards, a flash of sword light appeared, and on the misty mountain peak, a woman dressed in a plain dress and holding a long sword stood tall and imposing, her brows conveying the majesty of a superior and a hint of subtle complexity. It was Yun Yun.
Numerous figures flashed before my eyes and through my mind like a revolving lantern, some clear and some hazy, intertwining different emotions and memories.
Holy crap!
As if scalded, Xiao Yan staggered back two steps, shook his head violently, and looked away, not daring to look at the well water again. He silently chanted "Namo Amatas" in his heart.
"What's wrong?" The illusory figure of the old apothecary floated out of the ring. Seeing his disciple's reaction, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you see, kid? Why are you acting so strangely?"
"N-nothing!" Xiao Yan chuckled twice, forcing himself to remain calm: "Of course, I only saw my Xun'er."
"Oh, just~~~" A mocking smile appeared on the old face as he stroked his beard and drew out his words.
When his secret was exposed, Xiao Yan blushed even more. Embarrassed, he quickly shifted the blame, saying, "Teacher, don't just talk about me. Why don't you go and take a look yourself? See which of these two seniors, Xuan Yi and Hua Yu, is more likely to become your disciple's official master's wife."
"Always making fun of your master!" Yao Lao gave Xiao Yan a light tap on the head, laughing and scolding him. Of course, despite the scolding, his body was honest as he floated to the well, leaned down slightly, and looked into the well water that reflected the moonlight.
The clear well water reflected the bright moon in the sky, and also reflected the illusory yet clear face of the old man's soul. The moonlight passed through his spirit and fell on the water.
The old doctor's expression paused slightly the moment his gaze fell upon the depths of the well water.
It was a boundless, ancient, and frigid ice field. The sky was an eternal gray-white, and the wind howled, whipping up snowflakes. At the heart of this ice field, in the extreme cold, a pale white flame burned quietly. The flame had no temperature; instead, it emanated a chill that could freeze even the soul. It was quiet and pure, as if it had existed there since the beginning of time.
And deep within the eerie white flames, at the core of the solidified ice crystals, a blurry yet graceful figure lay quietly curled up, arms crossed, like an ancient creature slumbering in amber. Her long hair cascaded down her back, her face indistinct, only a breathtaking loneliness and beauty emanating from her, faintly emanating through the ice and flames—
The old doctor was stunned, maintaining his gazing posture for a long time without moving. The night wind blew through the ancient well, bringing a touch of coolness, and also dispelling the rare daze and deep-seated shock in his eyes.
Xiao Yan, standing to the side, looked at his teacher's suddenly silent back and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.