The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 200 Half Immortal
Although the limit of cultivation in the mortal realm is the number 49, the realm after 9,000 years is not something that mortals can reach. Therefore, in the cultivation world, 8,000 years of cultivation is usually regarded as the perfection of the mortal realm.

If a mortal can obtain an opportunity to break through eight thousand years of cultivation, it is considered to have broken through the limit. When undergoing the Immortal Tribulation, they will have a 10% greater chance of success, which shows how rare it is.

If the potential is not yet exhausted and there is still room for improvement, there will be a small change every hundred years. The demonic energy will be refined once more until the cultivation reaches eight thousand five hundred years. Including the previous eight thousand-year refinements, the demonic energy has been refined a total of thirteen times.

Before the Immortal Realm, the magical power within a cultivator's body was in a gaseous state. Therefore, in the ancient primordial era, the mortal realm was also known as Qi Refining. At that time, the realm was divided in a general way, and it was simply divided by the number of times the magical power had been refined, which was called the Thirteen Levels of Qi Refining.

Although cultivators and mortals lived together at that time, those who often interacted with mortals were mostly low-level cultivators. As a result, some mortals, not understanding the situation, generalized and referred to cultivators as Qi Refiners.

Yang Chan had never mentioned these things to Ding Lin. It wasn't that she deliberately wanted to hide them. At that time, Ding Lin was just a red carp in her lotus pond. Although they had a deep friendship, Yang Chan never imagined that Ding Lin could get to where he is today because of his background.

At that time, Yang Chan went to great lengths just to get Ding Lin to meet the requirements for studying the "Black Water Scripture".

At that time, Yang Chan thought that if Ding Lin could raise his cultivation to seven thousand years before his death, barely meeting the conditions for breaking through to the Immortal Realm, she would do her best to help him and enable him to transcend the mortal realm and become an immortal.

This would be the best possible outcome.

Later, Ding Lin left Mount Hua.

He first transformed into a dragon, then entrusted his soul to a true innate spiritual object to lay the foundation. In this way, both his body and soul were in harmony, and he received great rewards, allowing him to cultivate in the Peach Garden. By sheer chance, he actually reached this point.

With 8,500 years of cultivation and his demonic energy refined thirteen times, the moment he achieved that, the accumulation of those repetitions and the quantitative change finally triggered a new round of qualitative change.

Within the dantian, the inner core remained silent for a moment, like the tranquility before a change in the world. Suddenly, it spun rapidly, a gale arose, and the demonic energy, controlled by the inner core, rose with the wind.

In an instant, the three dantian merged into one, and the inner world opened up, seemingly real yet illusory. In a chaotic and primordial space, a piece of lightning-struck wood with a charred surface and a few new buds on its surface lay on the ground. Not far away, a slender lotus plant swayed in the gale, but it was by no means weak.

The inner core rose into the air, its surface blooming with golden patterns, like a great sun, shining brightly.

The demonic energy whipped up by the gale gathered into clouds, attempting to obscure the sun, but after several attempts, it failed each time. Under the scorching sun's witness, it could only drizzle down a shower of sun showers before reluctantly giving up...

The clouds collect and the rain stops.

Suddenly, the inner elixir sank back into the lower dantian.

The opened interior returned to chaos once more.

In the darkness, Ding Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with horror.

what?
Ding Lin looked towards his dantian.

The inner core lay dormant, a slender, small lotus rooted in the dantian wall. Everything I had just witnessed seemed like a dream, an imagination.

Ding Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little disappointed. He forced a rather awkward smile.

Yes.

The inner landscape opens up, creating a blessed land within the body; this is a sign of achieving a fairyland.

He's only a primordial spirit, how could...

meeting?
The gaze fixed on the dantian suddenly froze.

Locked at the foot of the lotus leaf, where a little water rippled, a tiny puddle appeared out of nowhere.

This is... demonic energy transformed into liquid?
Ding Lin quickly sensed his entire body again.

Apart from this, the rest of his body was still filled with demonic energy.

Ding Lin finally realized that what had just happened was not a dream, but a real event. The puddle at the foot of the lotus leaf was a remnant of that rain.

Ding Lin looked at his upper dantian again. The lightning-struck wood was floating there, and a new bud had sprouted into a small branch.

The limit of the mortal realm is the number 49, but the Qi Refining Realm can only reach the thirteenth level. This is because above the thirteenth level, between eight thousand five hundred years of cultivation and ten thousand years of cultivation, although one has not yet stepped into the immortal realm, one is no longer simply in the mortal realm.

In the ancient primordial era, these cultivators were also known as: half-immortals.

With eight thousand years of cultivation and the eighth level of Qi Refining, one's chances of ascending to immortality increase by 10%. With eight thousand five hundred years of cultivation and the body of a half-immortal, one's chances of ascending to immortality increase by 30%.

The dream I had when I became a half-immortal was actually a rehearsal for opening up a blessed land after ascending to immortality. However, because my demonic energy was insufficient and I had not undergone the tempering of the lightning tribulation, my yang energy was insufficient, so I was destined to fail.

But in any case, having had a rehearsal, one will naturally be more adept when ascending to immortality, which is the origin of the extra three layers of assurance.

Ding Lin was unaware of all this, but he could sense his own progress.

A burst of joy.

Looking up, a bright moon hangs in the sky, its surface like a jade disc the size of a house, adorned with colorful laurel blossoms.

The long-awaited moonlight.

For a moment, it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

How long has it been?

Ding Lin paused for a moment, and then vaguely remembered that he hadn't seen nighttime for a long time.

Every morning he would collect water from the pool, and then he would begin his cultivation, continuing until the next morning, in a continuous cycle. Since arriving at the Peach Garden, he had never seen night again, except for the first one or two nights.

At that time, he was immersed in the abundant spiritual energy, and he was overjoyed and even excited by the rapid progress in his cultivation.

At that time, I thought that the opportunity was rare and every bit of time was precious, so how could I bear to waste it? I felt that I didn't have enough time to cultivate myself.

Later, the pace of his practice gradually slowed down, but what started as a passionate act became a habit. Days passed by, and before he knew it, more than a decade had gone by.

After the initial unfamiliarity, a feeling of being in another world arose in my heart.

A sudden surge of emotion.

Within the dantian, the lotus leaf trembled gently, and a cool sensation spread from the bottom of the heart, causing the mood to involuntarily relax and unwind from the tension.

Ding Lin exhaled, and the demonic energy within his body completely subsided, no longer feeling as unfamiliar as when he had just broken through.

Like a clear spring under the moon, falling from a high mountain, its trickling stream is clear and sparkling.

Every spiritual practice is a journey of the soul, and changes in one's state of mind often happen unexpectedly.

Increase your spiritual cultivation through practice, break through realms with your spiritual cultivation, control your magical power with your realms, and then master everything with your state of mind.

Ding Lin withdrew his gaze and looked around. After the breakthrough, his hearing and vision were even more acute. Across from him, in the thousands-year-old peach forest, the shadows of the trees swayed, and leaves gently brushed against the fruit. The bright red peaches were hidden in the emerald green.

Looking at it now, there was still mostly covetousness in his eyes, but apart from that, there was also some appreciation for beauty.

(End of this chapter)