I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 193: Chapter 189: The Annihilation of Immortals and Demons

The scriptures of the eight Orthodox and Demonic Sects are most complete within the Ghost King Sect and the Pill Cauldron Sect.

The Ghost King Sect is renowned in the world for Ghost Cultivators and far surpasses other sects in exploring the Dao of Divine Soul.

The Art of Reincarnation is an extremely secret scripture of the Ghost King Sect, which would have been nearly impossible for outsiders to see if the sect hadn't been destroyed and the Dharma Decline hadn't arrived.

This technique places one in a deathly situation only to be reborn afterward, using secret techniques to tear the Divine Soul into pieces while ensuring the self does not get lost, forcibly integrating into the soul of a newborn infant and, with vast memories and Soul Power, rewriting and transforming it into a new soul.

"This involves the Dao of Samsara, and the soul is too mysterious; even a Nascent Soul ancestor would find it difficult to succeed one in a hundred times," he said.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and felt carefully, sensing a faint connection with Jianmu and even perceiving a slight consciousness, such as a craving for Creation Dew.

The source of the connection was the soul contract. When the Ox tore its own soul, it intentionally kept the soul contract intact, forcibly imprinting it into the nascent consciousness of Jianmu, which over time became an inseparable part of it.

Ever since he sensed Jianmu's sentient intelligence, Zhou Yi had been pondering how to wholly control it.

An Innate Spirit Root that takes shape is not only extraordinarily powerful but also carries a heaven-defying fate that even the mighty dare not touch.

Only after obtaining the lineage of the Heaven-Mending Sect from Xiao Tiezhu did Zhou Yi find an ancient Artifact Refining technique, which involved infusing the soul of a spirit beast into a Magic Artifact to create a Pseudo Spirit Tool with slight spiritual intelligence.

Zhou Yi spent over a hundred years comprehending the Art of Reincarnation and the method of the Artifact Spirit until he could finally merge and apply them.

The mana moved and formed mysterious constraints, which he cast into Jianmu with a wave of his hand. This was the method of recognizing the master for a Spiritual Artifact, and it could also nurture and connect with the Ox's consciousness.

In this way, the likelihood of the Ox maintaining its self greatly increased, and it allowed for dual control over Jianmu.

Several years later.

Zhou Yi finally completed the spirit artifact's refinement and found the contract scrolls from the Wanjuan Daozang, which recorded hundreds of methods of acknowledgment involving everything from the essence, Qi-Blood, and Divine Soul to the legendary Karma.

He applied the methods of acknowledgment in succession, and Jianmu shone with spiritual light, its entire structure from roots to trunk covered in inscribed constraints.

"No matter the origin of Jianmu, I have expended countless years of my life to nurture it, so it has recognized me as its master. No one can take it away, not even the heavens themselves!" he exclaimed.

...

Before he knew it, a hundred years had passed.

Jianmu had grown to sixteen feet tall, with a trunk as thick as a grown man's arm, standing in the center of the formation.

Walking around Jianmu while carrying a hoe, the Ginseng Doll wore a puzzled look and asked, "Immortal Master, why hasn't Jianmu developed branches yet?"

"I do not know myself," he said.

Using the Jade Dew Art to irrigate, Zhou Yi said with a smile, "Perhaps it just hasn't grown up yet? At any rate, you'll live a long time, no need to hurry, just keep waiting."

The scriptures never recorded a limit to the lifespan of ginseng, but some have found ginseng with ten thousand years of medicinal age in ancient ruins.

Sensing the familiar aura, Jianmu let fall a divine light of profound yellow, curling it like a tongue around the Creation Dew.

Soon after, it emitted surging waves of Spiritual Energy which filled the space of a hundred yards underground, condensing into wisps of spiritual fog that ascended to the sky and eventually became droplets of spiritual rain that fell down.

"Even without the Creation Dew, the spiritual energy it exudes daily is already enough to maintain cultivation levels."

"Every burst of spiritual energy, once refined, can increase mana slightly. Although the amount is minimal, after a thousand years, it could break through the mid-stage of Golden Core!" he said.

Zhou Yi invested all his Spiritual Objects into Jianmu, except for the Spiritual Medicine seeds and some rare spiritual ores. Now he was utterly impoverished.

Fortunately, Jianmu did not disappoint, and as it matured, the spiritual energy it emitted grew exponentially.

The Ginseng Doll stood fixed at one foot tall, its limbs plump and delicate in appearance like a porcelain doll, staring intently at Jianmu, drooling uncontrollably.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm really not," it said.

"Then get back to work; today we'll cultivate another two acres of spirit fields!" Zhou Yi said as he kicked the Ginseng Doll, returning to his reclusive stone chamber and casually picking out scriptures to contemplate.

"The method to refine poison pills, which combines Ten Thousand Years Corpse Poison with the filthy air from the earth's core, appears identical to Qian Yuan Spirit Pills but can poison and kill a True Monarch... Tsk tsk, this alchemy genius, really fits my tastes!" he mused.

...

That day.

Zhou Yi took out the divination tube and gently shook it, casting a minor heaven-controlling spell.

The divination sticks fell, indicating that all was well.

"Three hundred years have passed; there should not exist a cultivator in this world that I cannot divine... perhaps, there are no cultivators left at all," he wondered.

Zhou Yi walked out of his stone chamber, put away the Daozang bookshelves, and looked ahead.

A region stretching over two hundred li had all been cultivated into spirit fields, where the Ginseng Doll was working hard with a hoe, followed by the Blood Vine Demon, wagging its tail as if to cheer it on.

The spirit fields were full of exotic flowers and herbs. Most had grown only an inch tall seedlings, while some thousand-year-old mature plants were already a foot tall.

"It's time to resurface!" Zhou Yi announced.

Approaching the grave of the Ox, he placed several Spirit Ginseng as an offering and burned a few stacks of joss paper.

Nowadays, the most abundant item in his storage bag was joss paper, since increasingly more graves needed rituals.

Zhou Yi then used the Treasure-Collecting Spell, and the two-yard Jianmu uprooted, rapidly shrinking to a few inches before he swallowed it to nurture within his body.

The Ginseng Doll came over with a hoe and asked, "Immortal Master, why hasn't Jianmu developed branches yet?"

Zhou Yi patted the green leaves and cooed as if to a child.

"Be good, Jianmu has yet to grow up, go and put away the spiritual medicine first!"

...

Red Continent.

Bordering the Beihai.

Zhou Yi stood on air, gazing into the distance at the boundless desert.

Looking far and wide, there was no sign of life.

A fierce wind swept by, and the endless yellow sand surged like waves, creating a surreal yet magnificent scene with the adjacent azure waves of the Beihai.

The scorching sun blazed down, sending a chill running up from his spine.

Zhou Yi followed the old sea chart back, and in just a short three hundred years, the bustling coastal cities of old had all turned into desert.

"Did those old undying make their last stand here, was Blood Sacrifice performed on the Red Continent?"

Controlling his flying light, he raced across the desert sky for thousands of miles; the only change on the ground was the shifting shapes of the sand dunes until he saw the ruins of a Desolate City.

The yellow sand had buried most of the city, with only a few sections of the wall exposed, and the occasional tower proving the past prosperity of the place.

Zhou Yi landed on the ancient city wall, his Divine Sense sweeping in all directions, uncovering many gold, silver, and jade artifacts buried underground.

"Every household has corpses and valuables; it's clear they had no chance to escape and died instantly from an unstoppable natural disaster!"

With a wave of his hand, he pulled an intact mummy from the sand to investigate the cause of death, which very much resembled the Blood Sacrifice Method documented in Daozang. Unfortunately, with the long passage of time, no trace of the spell remained.

He sighed and continued flying southward.

Several days later.

After flying over a thousand miles of mountain ranges, the ground turned from muddy yellow to greenery, and he finally saw signs of human life.

Zhou Yi did not stop his flying light but continued southward until he saw the more familiar landscape of Cloud Continent. After a further two days, he saw prosperous cities on the ground.

Great Qian Capital.

Chongren District.

Most of the capital's bookshops were concentrated here.

It was the year of the major examinations, and the streets were full of scholars buying brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Zhou Yi swept his Divine Sense over the capital and found no trace of cultivators. He transformed into a young scholar and entered the largest shop.

"Shopkeeper, where are the national history books?"

"Right over here."

The shopkeeper pointed to the right side and enthusiastically pitched, "We have Mr. Yang Ming's commentaries on the Five Classics. He's this year's chief examiner. It's only twenty taels; would you like to buy a volume?"

Zhou Yi shook his head and walked straight to the national history, his Divine Sense scanning each volume.

"Two hundred years ago, the power of the Great Qian Kingdom started to wane, and wars broke out all over..."

"After more than a dozen generations of emperors, whether diligent or incompetent, the territory shrank to only one-tenth of its original size, with constant wars on the borders, and states and prefectures occasionally seized."

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. Without cultivators to assist, mere mortal armies could hardly rule a continent.

The Great Qian had survived until now purely by living off its past glories; after all, it had been established for a millennium and the rule of the Imperial Court had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"There is no mention of the White Cloud Temple in the books. I remember that three hundred years before the registration of 'The Chronicles of Great Qian,' the original text definitely acknowledged the contributions of White Cloud Temple to the Imperial Court, praising several True Ones as being comparable to the nation's pillars."

"Now, it has all been edited out..."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, his form faded into nothingness and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was in Qinghua Fang, and the White Cloud Temple, which occupied four to five acres of land, was surrounded by the mansions of the nobility.

Scripture Pavilion.

The old Daoist responsible for cleaning felt his soul grow heavy, and he fell asleep against the bookshelf.

Zhou Yi's form materialized, his Divine Sense sweeping through all the books, quickly finding the 'Biography of the True Man Xuanren' and indeed it contained descriptions of the Cultivation World.

"In the year 932 of Great Qian, Xuan Xiao Daojun fought in the Red Continent for ten days and nights, eradicating all life on the continent..."

Calculating with his fingers, it happened around two hundred years ago, and the records that followed were mostly of mundane affairs.

Zhou Yi stayed in the Scripture Pavilion for three days and nights, going through all the books, leaving with a grim expression.

He then searched for another temple; once upon a time, when Daoism was the state religion of Great Qian, there was yet a Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in the capital occupying over ten acres. Experience new tales on M V L

After reading the Buddhist scriptures there, Zhou Yi's expression grew even more somber.

"Xiao Daoist friend suppressed the Nine Continents for three hundred years, until there were no more cultivators among men, a feat commendable in the eyes of the human race!"

"Yet now, his reputation is completely tarnished, labeled as the enemy of Buddhism, a great demon. I foresaw those bald monks slinging mud at Xiao Tiezhu even during his lifetime, and now even the Daoist community denounces him as a heretic!"

"I couldn't save Xiao Daoist friend's life, but I won't stand by and let his name be slandered!"