Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Shangyang Inner Landscape.

Ten miles of sky.

A cloud of mist rose from the ground and stretched into the unknowable depths of the mist.

Among the seven, Lu Xun was the first to step onto the cloud ladder and walk towards the top.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yuexi immediately followed.

The others exchanged glances, and Bai Li took the lead, followed by Shen Yueru who stepped onto the cloud ladder.

"Junior brother, follow me!" Shen Yueru turned around and said to Jiang Ning.

"Junior Brother Jiang, please go first!" Ning Ke said.

Jiang Ning nodded and climbed the cloud ladder directly.

He knew that since the true disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect had been summoned here without any other choice, they would have to climb the cloud ladder.

I must meet that true successor of the lineage.

Climbing the cloud ladder, the steps are solid like white jade, with a warm and smooth feel.

As the altitude increased, the surrounding clouds began to surge and change, with the shadows of the sun faintly visible and celestial music lingering in the ears.

As they climbed higher, the clouds and fog thickened, and visibility became increasingly limited.

After climbing a dozen or so steps, the fog thickened, and Jiang Ning could only see Shen Yueru's back when he looked up; Bai Li's figure was completely obscured as he went further ahead.

After several steps.

The clouds and mist ahead suddenly cleared.

A magnificent palace floated in the air, constructed entirely of white jade and gold crystal, with soaring eaves and carved beams and painted rafters.

A faint golden glow surrounded the palace, and the phantom images of ten great suns floated above the palace, resembling real suns high in the sky, casting warm light.

The hall doors were wide open, and the three characters "Shangyang Hall" were inscribed on the lintel in ancient Taoist script, with vigorous strokes and a subtle Taoist charm.

The seven people stood in front of the hall, looking at each other.

The majestic palace is as high as a sacred mountain, exceeding a hundred feet in height.

The seven people standing before the palace suddenly appeared as small as ants.

"Seven junior brothers, please come in!"

Just as the seven people stopped, a clear male voice came from inside the palace.

next moment.

The seven people climbed the steps and entered the hall.

The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside, with a high dome that seems to reveal stars.

The ground was covered with warm, lustrous jade, so smooth it could reflect one's image.

The most eye-catching feature is the center of the hall, where ten bright yellow prayer cushions are arranged in a circle. The cushions are made of neither silk nor hemp and have a faint aura of spiritual energy.

On the futon, a person was sitting cross-legged.

He was a young man, tall and straight, wearing a simple moon-white Taoist robe, his long hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

However, his face was shrouded in a layer of flowing, hazy mist, making it impossible to see his specific features. Only a pair of eyes pierced through the mist, calmly watching the seven people who entered the hall.

His gaze wasn't sharp, yet it seemed to see right through people's hearts, carrying a detached indifference and a lofty perspective that looked down upon all living beings.

Below the ten yellow cushions, further away, dozens of blue cushions were neatly arranged.

"Please take your seats." The young man's voice rang out. Unlike the grand, earth-shaking sound he had used when summoning everyone earlier, his voice was now calm and clear, resonating directly in everyone's hearts, without a trace of worldly malice.

Lu Xun, Bai Li, and the others exchanged glances, all of them seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

This true disciple possessed an unfathomable aura. Simply by sitting there, he seemed to merge with the entire Shangyang Palace and even this inner world, giving people a sense of being unshakable.

The seven people followed the instructions and walked to the dozens of blue prayer cushions. Without scrambling, they tacitly chose the seven cushions at the very front and sat down in turn.

Jiang Ning sat on the left-hand side, with Shen Yueru beside him and Bai Li's back in front of him.

Once everyone was seated, the hall fell silent, except for the ten great suns shining brightly from the ceiling.

The young man, sitting upright on the yellow futon, slowly swept his gaze over the seven people below, lingering briefly on Jiang Ning. He seemed slightly surprised by him, but quickly regained his composure.

"Do any of you fellow disciples have any questions?" the young man asked.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!" Ning Ke bowed to the young man on the yellow futon and then asked, "May I ask which era you belong to, Senior Brother? Are you a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect?"

The young man said calmly, "Like you all, I am a person of this era. Perhaps I entered the Shangyang Inner Realm later than some of you."

"Then why was Senior Brother able to be listed as a true disciple?" Lin Yuexi asked.

"Nothing more than realm!" the young man said calmly.

"What realm is Senior Brother at?" Lu Xun asked.

"Primordial Spirit Immortal Realm! The lineage of true disciples in the Shangyang Immortal Sect is vacant, so those who have achieved the Primordial Spirit Realm can be temporarily included." The young man's voice was calm, yet it shocked everyone in the hall.

Primordial Immortal!

Even in their respective worlds, they are truly exceptional individuals.

Lu Xun, Ning Ke, Shen Yueru and others have already reached the Yang Shen realm. They seem to be only one step away from the Yuan Shen realm, but in reality, it is as if there is an insurmountable chasm between them.

This realm requires enlightenment of the Great Dao, using special methods and in combination with innate Qi, in order to achieve a transformation of the soul and attain the primordial spirit.

"Senior brother, does achieving the Nascent Soul Immortal status mean one can be ranked among the Ten Great Sequences of True Disciples like you?" Lu Xun couldn't help but ask.

The young man shook his head slightly: "Ordinary Nascent Soul Immortals are not qualified. The minimum requirement for the Ten Great Sequences of the Shangyang Immortal Sect is a superior Immortal Foundation."

"A superior immortal foundation?!" Lu Xun was immediately shocked.

Looking at the young man sitting cross-legged on the yellow futon in front of him, his expression immediately became respectful.

"Senior brother has actually achieved a superior immortal foundation!!" His tone was filled with surprise, and even more so with awe.

He comes from Jiuhua Mountain, with a long-standing lineage, and has a deep understanding of the Dao of Immortality, knowing the extraordinary nature of a superior immortal foundation.

Of those who achieve the Primordial Spirit, one or two out of ten have a medium-grade Immortal Foundation, and one or two out of a hundred have a high-grade Immortal Foundation.

Those who have reached this point are truly exceptional individuals who have survived the test of time, surpassing countless others and transcending the masses.

Among these individuals, those who can establish a superior immortal foundation are truly one in a hundred.

Among the masses, the number is countless.

A superior immortal foundation means a foundation far surpassing that of one's peers, with unlimited future potential.

He knew very well that the true disciple in front of him had achieved a superior immortal foundation.

If this were in ancient times, there would be a 60-70% chance of becoming a celestial being.

Celestial Immortal is the second of the four realms of immortality.

The true immortals of the third realm are almost only those with superior immortal foundations who have the possibility of glimpsing them.

Among the hundred immortals, one or two may attain this rank.

Of those below them, only one in ten thousand could achieve the foundation of immortality.

Inside the hall, there was silence for a moment.

Everyone was awestruck by the words "superior immortal foundation".

Shen Yueru, Bai Li, and the others looked solemn, their gazes now filled with genuine reverence as they looked at the figure shrouded in mist. Initially, when Bai Li heard the young man before her describe his cultivation level as a Nascent Soul Immortal, her eyes remained calm and unmoved.

However, upon hearing the words "superior immortal foundation," a ripple couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

A superior immortal foundation is something she is still pursuing.

As a nine-tailed celestial fox, she only had one choice when she achieved the primordial spirit: a superior immortal foundation.

She wouldn't take this step if she couldn't achieve a superior immortal foundation.

But she knew how difficult this step would be.

Not long ago, she climbed the 200th floor of the Heavenly Ladder and left her name; her foundation was strong enough for her to take this step.

But she knew that it would take quite some time to take this step.

Even with the support of the demon kingdom behind her, she is not that simple.

The young man before her, whose face she could not see clearly, was from the same era as her, but had already achieved the primordial spirit immortality of superior immortal foundation.

In ancient times, this person would have been enough to ensure the eternal prosperity of a sect.

Celestial beings are those who live as long as the heavens.

At this moment, the young man looked at the expressions on everyone's faces and nodded with great satisfaction.

Having reached this point, even with his current state of mind after years of reflection, he still can't help but feel a little smug.

A superior immortal foundation is something that truly transcends the masses and countless living beings.

Then, he couldn't help but feel a little sad and sigh.

In this era, even though he has achieved a superior immortal foundation, he still has no hope of a true immortal path.

The path to immortality ends here.

"May I ask your name, senior brother?" At this moment, Lu Xun composed himself and asked respectfully.

“Just call me Haoyang True Disciple!” the young man said, then continued, “The Shangyang Immortal Sect has ten True Disciples, each with a name. As a True Disciple, you will naturally have a name.”

"Greetings, Master Haoyang!" Upon hearing this, Lu Xun bowed respectfully.

"Greetings to the true disciple Haoyang!" Lin Yuexi immediately reciprocated.

"Greetings to the true disciple Haoyang!" Lin Ke followed.

The others also bowed to him.

After the seven people bowed, Haoyang Zhenchuan nodded slightly.

Then he said, "Fellow disciples, do you know why I have summoned you all here?"

"I don't know!" Lin Yuexi said.

"Please enlighten me, Master Haoyang!" Shi Jun said.

“It’s very simple!” True Disciple Haoyang said, and continued, “There are only eight of us true disciples in the Shangyang Immortal Sect. We are fellow disciples, so we should share what we have and support each other! We are all outstanding talents from various regions and realms. We have unique insights into information channels, resources, and cultivation methods that we need.”

"The reason I have gathered you all here today is to establish a communication and mutual assistance mechanism among true disciples, so as to deal with possible crises in the future, or to explore certain ancient ruins, blessed lands, or even deal with the variables in the world."

Haoyang Zhenchuan's voice echoed in the hall, his tone calm as he slowly explained his thoughts.

His gaze swept over the seven people below again, lingering on Jiang Ning for a moment longer.

As a true disciple of the Sequence, most things that happen in the Shangyang Inner Realm cannot escape his discerning eyes.

He also overheard the conversation that everyone had just had below the ladder.

He also knew that Jiang Ning was somewhat different from them.

The path Jiang Ning took was different from theirs; it was the path of martial arts.

Martial arts, even if they flourish in this generation.

But in their eyes, it is still the path of weakness.

Reaching the very peak, reaching the very end, one's lifespan is but a few hundred years.

Unlike them, who, having reached this stage, can only reside in blessed lands and grottoes, though they cannot attain the long lifespan of those from ancient times.

However, it is not difficult for someone at the Yangshen realm to live for over a thousand years.

If one were to achieve the primordial spirit, based on experience, it would not be difficult at all to do so within three to five thousand years.

But he also knew that Jiang Ning, who had mastered the true teachings of the Shangyang Immortal Sect, must be quite capable.

At this moment, Lu Xun suddenly cupped his hands and said, "What True Disciple Haoyang said is absolutely right. However, we are located in different realms, separated by hundreds of millions of miles. How can we maintain contact? The Shangyang Inner Realm is a spiritual world, so how can we transfer resources?"

Haoyang Zhenchuan smiled slightly, and the mist covering his face seemed to ripple: "This is another purpose for summoning everyone here." He raised his hand and gestured, and seven tokens slowly appeared in the void.

The front of the token is engraved with the words "Patrolling the Heavens," while the back is engraved with a pattern of ten suns in the sky.

"Do you fellow disciples know what the Shangyang Immortal Sect was in ancient times?" asked True Disciple Haoyang.

As the group watched the token slowly rotating before them, Lin Yuexi said sweetly, "Please enlighten us, Master Haoyang."

"The Shangyang Immortal Sect is also known as the Sun Emperor, and is one of the emperors of the ancient Heavenly Court. Its status is supreme and its light shines over the ten domains." The young man slowly spoke and continued, "Our Shangyang Immortal Sect also has the position of inspector of the ten domains in the ancient Heavenly Court, and is called the Ten Domains Inspector Angel."

"The tokens before you, fellow disciples, are the tokens of the Ten Domain Patrol Angels. By leaving your mark, you can take on their duties."

Upon hearing these words...

Everyone was shocked.

"Ten Domains Patrol Angels?!" Lu Xun's tone was solemn.

"Not bad!" The young man nodded lightly and continued, "My fellow disciples, you have mastered your duties. With this token, you can transmit messages across realms! Once the energy in the token is fully accumulated, you can even temporarily open a cross-realm passage. In comparison, transmitting supplies or cultivation methods does not consume too much energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped his fingertips, and the seven Guardian Angel tokens slowly floated to Jiang Ning and the other six people.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall showed surprise. Cross-dimensional communication, opening channels, and even transferring supplies—such methods far exceeded the scope of ordinary magical artifacts.

Lu Xun took the token; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, like holding a piece of jade. The two characters "巡天" (Xuntian, meaning "Patrolling the Heavens") on it faintly shimmered with golden light, and the reverse side, with ten suns in the same sky, exuded an ancient and majestic aura.

He couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Haoyang, can this token truly ignore geographical restrictions?"

"Of course." Hao Yang's true disciple's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "This is an ancient token of the Imperial Guardian, something personally crafted by the Sun Emperor."

Anyone within the ten domains can communicate with each other using tokens.

"Senior Brother Haoyang, what does this item require?" Lin Yuexi couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing needs to be consumed!" True Disciple Haoyang slowly shook his head: "Junior brothers, you only need to remember to display this item, hanging it on your waist or placing it in your clothing. This item will automatically recharge upon sensing the Great Sun! Once the recharge is complete, the ten suns on the back of the token will emit golden light. At that time, with the power of the token, you can also temporarily open a passage connecting any region of the Ten Realms. However, normally, it will take about ten years to fully recharge the ten suns."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Haoyang!" At this moment, Shen Yueru had also accepted the token and completed a personal imprint on it.

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Haoyang!" Jiang Ning also cupped his hands in thanks.

The others also expressed their gratitude.

Seeing the people express their gratitude, Haoyang Zhenchuan smiled faintly.

"Fellow disciples, you are too kind. As fellow disciples, we should unite and help each other. As the true successor of the lineage, I should strive for the well-being of all my fellow disciples."

Jiang Ning also held the Ten Domains Patrol Angel Token at this moment.

It was warm to the touch, radiating a comforting warmth.

The material is neither gold nor jade, making it quite extraordinary.

He then left his mark and assumed his duties. (End of Chapter)