Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 389 True Martial Devouring Demon Scripture
Only by taking the true scriptures as the foundation can one build the ladder to heaven and open the door to immortality.

At this moment, by sheer coincidence, a true scripture that no one has ever cultivated to the Foundation Establishment stage has appeared in the world.

This lineage has been passed down to this day, but the position of Daoist is vacant, like a peerless sword sealed for a thousand years, waiting for a destined person to wield it.

Xu Yunfan looked up, his eyes clear and bright.

"Why don't you pass on the true cultivation scriptures of the Divine Martial Dao Foundation to me, senior? When I attain the Golden Core Dao in the future, I will definitely help you transcend the sea of ​​suffering of reincarnation and continue your path of cultivation."

Xu Yunfan's eyes flashed like lightning, and his words carried an unspoken sincerity.

"wishful thinking!"

Shenwu Zhenren's face suddenly twisted as he stared intently at the faintly visible dark gold Dao patterns on Xu Yunfan's chest.

The martial arts crystal had become intertwined with the other party's lifeblood, making it difficult to separate.

The realization that three thousand years of planning had ultimately benefited others made him feel a metallic taste rise in his throat, and he almost died of exhaustion.

"how so……"

Xu Yunfan stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep and boundless as the sea.

The ginseng essence continued to flow through his flesh and blood, completely repairing the hidden injuries caused by the fierce battle.

Having gained even more strength, he clearly felt that taking the old monster's life now would be as easy as flipping his palm.

"It seems that you are determined to end your life here."

Xu Yunfan sighed softly, his Ten Extremes True Qi condensing into a crimson-gold vortex in his palm. "What a pity for this Foundation Establishment cultivation. From now on, I'll just be a pig or a dog, sinking into the sea of ​​suffering."

Hearing Xu Yunfan's harsh words, Shenwu Zhenren's face turned extremely ugly.

Xu Yunfan looked up at Shenwu Zhenren, his eyes flashing with golden light like swords.

"It seems the real person miscalculated."

He strode forward, the ground cracking with each step. "Since you don't want to be dignified, then I'll be dignified for you..."

Shenwu Zhenren's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and he transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Xu Yunfan.

"Even if I possess you, everything still belongs to me!"

The divine martial master transformed into a stream of light, like a poisonous dragon entering the sea, instantly piercing through Xu Yunfan's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

In an instant, Xu Yunfan felt as if his skull had been cleaved open by a thunderbolt, and a chilling aura carrying boundless resentment rushed straight in, striking the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness like a dragon striking its own tail.

"Young man! Although my cultivation level has fallen, I was once a Foundation Establishment cultivator. My soul is vastly different from that of ordinary Qi Refining disciples. Today, I will show you the methods of a Foundation Establishment True Person!"

A frenzied surge of divine consciousness exploded within Xu Yunfan's head, and a vast starry sky suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The divine soul of the Divine Martial Immortal manifested as a giant that blotted out the sky, with nine giant purple-black snakes coiled around its body.

Those were the natal Dao patterns he had condensed when he was building his foundation. At this moment, these black snakes writhe wildly, tearing the entire sea of ​​consciousness and starry sky to shreds.

Xu Yunfan suddenly groaned, and pale golden blood seeped from his seven orifices.

He could clearly feel the terrifying pressure contained within the other party's soul; it was the aura of someone who had truly touched the laws of heaven.

Although the remnant soul of the Divine Martial Immortal was not even a fraction as strong as it was at its peak, the Foundation Establishment Realm still exerted a greater suppression on cultivators at the Qi Refining level, especially on martial arts practitioners, much like a tiger on a lamb.

"Pro."

As this soft shout echoed in his mind, Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly glowed with a golden luster, as if transforming into two golden suns.

The instant one enters the "Lin" state, within a radius of a hundred feet, three fallen leaves slowly drift down from the air; seven feet below the ground, the subtle vibrations of seventeen ants carrying insect eggs are felt; on the crooked tree in the southeast corner, the flapping wings of two sparrows stir up thirty-six wisps of air...

Everything in the world is reflected in the lake of my heart, revealing every detail.

Xu Yunfan let out a soft breath. He hadn't entered the "Lin" state for quite some time. It wasn't that he didn't want to; the stronger the "Lin" state, the better. But as Yu Congling had said before, it seemed that with each use of the "Lin" state, emotions would be stripped away.

After exiting the "Lin" state, it takes a considerable amount of time for humanity to return and for the seven emotions and six desires to reunite.

The ferocious smile of the Divine Martial Immortal suddenly froze.

He discovered that he had not entered an ordinary sea of ​​consciousness, but a vast and boundless world of crystal.

Nine golden suns hang high in the sky, jade-like veins spread across the earth, and twelve bronze cauldrons suppress the four directions in the distance.

The most terrifying thing was that what flowed in this world was not true energy, but some kind of chaotic energy that he had never seen before.

"Is this... the Supreme Realm of Forgetfulness?"

Shenwu Zhenren instantly realized what was happening, his face turning extremely ugly, his voice trembling, "How could the Wancheng Sword Sect's most treasured secret technique be here? How did you cultivate it to such an extent?!"

Even within the Wancheng Sword Sect, very few people know this Supreme Way of Forgetting Emotions.

Before he finished speaking, his entire sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled violently.

Nine golden suns simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light, weaving into golden cloud patterns that blot out the sky.

A majestic figure slowly emerged from the center of the cloud pattern, wearing a tall crown and wide belt, draped in a robe adorned with the stars of the heavens. His face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Xu Yunfan, yet exuded an aura of timeless vicissitudes.

Self-god Dharma!

The Divine Martial Immortal's soul trembled violently.

As a cultivator who had once successfully established his foundation, he knew all too well what this meant.

Ordinary cultivators can only condense illusory images in their sea of ​​consciousness, while those who can manifest their own divine form are all monsters who have tempered their spirit to the level of "thoughts move and the law follows".

"Impossible! You haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage, how could you have condensed your own spirit?!"

Master Shenwu felt a bitter taste in his mouth and couldn't help but roar, "I've been set up! I've been set up!!"

The divine image slowly opened its eyes, its pupils seemingly containing an inverted Milky Way.

He simply raised his hand, and the giant purple-black snakes surrounding the Divine Martial Immortal crumbled inch by inch.

Those once proud innate Dao patterns are now as fragile as Xuan paper exposed to fire, turning into wisps of green smoke in the golden light.

The Divine Martial Immortal let out a shrill scream.

He frantically made hand seals, trying to escape, but saw that his divine avatar's five fingers were slightly spread, and his entire sea of ​​consciousness suddenly collapsed into a chaotic vortex.

Countless golden threads emerged from the void, transforming into a cage that imprisoned the heavens and earth, firmly confining his soul within.

"Search for souls."

As the indifferent Dharma Image pronounced its verdict, countless golden threads pierced the soul of the Divine Martial Immortal.

Fragmented memories flashed by like a revolving lantern.

The extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth during the foundation-building ceremony three thousand years ago, the frustration of hiding as a dragon after falling from his cultivation level, and the scheming of secretly guiding the disciples of the Primordial Sect to find the Martial Dao Mystic Crystal—all these are finally captured on an ancient scroll with dragon bones as its axis and star sand as its ink.

The True Martial Devouring Demon Scripture!
When the golden light touched this memory, a Daoist sound as grand and majestic as a great bell suddenly resounded throughout the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The scroll unfurled automatically in the void, revealing the first twelve ancient seal characters: "Use martial arts to understand the profound, devour demons to nourish oneself. Gods and demons will be shunned, and all laws will return to oneness."

Xu Yunfan's divine form suddenly trembled violently.

The scriptures flooded my mind like a torrent, each word as heavy as a mountain.

"The Divine Warrior is the Emperor who rules over all laws. He tempers his body by gathering the power of the stars in the heavens and refines his soul by absorbing the evil energy of the nine netherworlds. His heart contains his spirit, and his elixir is nurtured in his Purple Palace. His spine becomes a ladder to heaven, with thirty-three vertebrae corresponding to the thirty-three heavens, and his five internal organs become the five sacred mountains, suppressing the five elements in their cycle..."

(End of this chapter)