Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 489 Patriarch Chunyang, please accept my bow!
"We can only lie low for now and find another way... The Wancheng Sword Sect, the land of the Dao Lord... is truly a troublesome place."

This thought, filled with deep resentment and regret, eventually dissipated like smoke, returning to complete seclusion, awaiting the arrival of the next opportunity.

The Wancheng Sword Sect, atop the mountain.

Here, the sea of ​​clouds is no longer floating, but is compressed and tamed by the invisible and overwhelming sword intent, transforming into a surging "Sword Cloud River," encircling a huge portal that stands alone atop the main peak, yet seems to be embedded in the void of the sky.

The portal appears both real and illusory, neither gold nor stone. The whole thing resembles the tip of a Pure Yang magic sword, magnified billions of times, shimmering with a warm yet incomparably sharp nine-colored glazed luster.

Above the gate, traces of the Dao seem to naturally evolve, condensing into eight ancient and simple seal characters, with strokes as swift as dragons and snakes, containing supreme Daoist charm.

"Pure Yang Without Limits, All Things Silent, Void Realm"

This is the Daoist temple of Lu Chunyang, the Pure Yang True Lord, the Pure Yang Grotto Heaven.

Upon attaining the Golden Elixir, one naturally possesses a celestial abode, capable of exploring profound mysteries.

Inside the cave, the scenery suddenly changed.

The boundless void was not darkness, but was shrouded in a constant, warm, pale golden light that seemed to cleanse the depths of one's soul of all negative dust.

This light is the manifestation of pure Yang True Qi.

There are no mountains or rivers, no pavilions or towers, only countless stars floating and turning in the void.

These stars are not real stars; each one contains the rudimentary form of a pure and ultimate sword intent.

Crimson Sun, Frosty Moon, Gale, Sky-Splitting, Thick Earth, No Return, Annihilation, Creation... Hundreds of millions of sword intent stars revolve according to mysterious and unpredictable trajectories, forming a vast and all-encompassing "Dao-Born Sword Domain".

At the core of this sword domain, the void is as flat as a lake.

A futon, formed from the purest innate Geng metal energy and Xuan Yang essence, floated here. A person sat upright on the futon.

He was wearing the most ordinary bluish-gray linen Taoist robe, washed until it was faded, yet exceptionally clean and tidy.

There were no accessories or embellishments, only a warm and simple deep purple gourd hanging from his waist, which subtly matched the rhythm of the nine orifices of the body.

His face was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, a straight nose like a solitary peak, and lips with distinct lines that carried a hint of cynical smile.

His facial features were perfectly combined, showing no trace of time. Only his eyes seemed to contain two ancient and profound universes, possessing both the tranquility of having witnessed the vicissitudes of life and the sharpness and divine light that could penetrate all the heavens and the myriad realms.

His gaze was crystal clear, yet unfathomable, as if reflecting the essence of all laws and principles in the world.

He sat there, without exuding any earth-shattering aura, as if he were perfectly integrated with the pure sword-dao cave he had just entered.

However, as soon as your gaze falls upon him, even if it is only the pattern on his Taoist robe, your mind will be involuntarily captured by an indescribable sense of presence.

It was as if what I saw was not a person, but a sword that had sheathed all its sharpness, returned to its original simplicity, and was waiting to be drawn again!
The Sword of the Dao!
The ultimate in swordsmanship!
That restrained, pure Yang sword intent, though formless and intangible, truly exists in every inch of this grotto-heaven.

It is not domineering or forceful, but gentle and indestructible, upright and righteous like the sun at its zenith, extremely strong and masculine yet extremely gentle and compliant.

It is the foundation of the laws governing this grotto-heaven, the core of the operation of all things.

Under the shroud of this sword intent, all demons and monsters have nowhere to hide, and all turbid energy is purified and refined. Only the purest Dao heart can resonate with it. This is the true meaning of the original sword path, forged through countless tribulations and the fusion of all laws into one's own body.

At this moment, Lü Chunyang, who sat upright in the core of Chunyang Cave Heaven and was like the master of ten thousand swords, was looking ahead with a slightly curious and inquisitive gaze.

Just three feet in front of him, the space rippled gently like water.

Xu Yunfan, who had vanished without a trace in front of the Wancheng Sword Sect's mountain gate, now seemed to have been "shaken" out of another painting. He hovered there quietly, still in the unconscious posture he had when he fell. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and the True Martial Subduing Magic power in his body seemed to have been almost completely disintegrated by the aftershock of that earth-shattering sword intent. Even the energy of the "Xuandu Eight Scenes Refining Heaven Creation Cloud Book" had become dim and obscure.

Lu Chunyang did not immediately begin treatment, but instead observed Xu Yunfan with great interest.

His gaze seemed to penetrate flesh and bone, looking directly into the Dao foundation and the original soul of the person.

"Weird."

Lu Chunyang let out a soft "hmm," and his slender, jade-like fingers casually traced a few lines in front of him.

As he moved his fingertips, several stars in the void of the cave, containing the sword intent of "heavenly secrets," "calculation," and "peeping into the truth," lit up slightly, casting extremely subtle yet mysterious and difficult-to-understand threads of light, attempting to entangle and deduce Xu Yunfan's origins and background.

Sensing Lü Chunyang's gaze, which seemed to see right through him, Xu Yunfan's tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

If he doesn't wake up soon, this Sword Sect True Monarch might start using his methods to attack him.

If this True Lord's magic were to penetrate him, then his very clothes would be exposed.

If you can jump and leap, you might have a chance to instantly use Soul Exchange and be dealt with in your sleep, but then you'll have nowhere to cry.

However, after what just happened, Xu Yunfan felt much more at ease.

Xu Yunfan opened his eyes, and the scene inside the cave instantly flooded his vision.

The boundless void was enveloped in a constant, warm, pale golden light, cleansing the mind of all worldly cares.

Billions of stars, imbued with ultimate sword intent, rise and fall along mysterious trajectories. However, these countless stars are not real celestial bodies, but rather billions of individual entities containing the rudiments of pure, ultimate sword intent.

Crimson sun, frigid moon, gale, sky-splitting rift, thick earth, no return...

They float and flow in the void following mysterious and unpredictable trajectories, together forming a vast and all-encompassing "Sword Domain of the Dao," which is the ultimate realm of Pure Yang True Lord Lü Chunyang's manifestation of his fundamental swordsmanship.

However, upon closer inspection, Xu Yunfan's surging heart calmed down slightly. In the dazzling Sword Domain Heaven Realm, there were only a dozen or so stars that truly shone with brilliance and displayed profound sword intent!
The remaining billions of stars were all hidden in darkness and silence, forming a dazzling yet silent contrast with the blooming starlight.

Xu Yunfan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If this Lü Chunyang truly comprehended the myriad sword intents, even if he wasn't a Dao Lord, he would probably be only a hair's breadth away from it.

The dozen or so stones represent the dozen or so sword intents that Lü Chunyang has comprehended and mastered to their fullest extent.

Lu Chunyang's creation and evolution of the "Dao Sheng Sword Domain" is by no means merely a grand Daoist temple; his ambitions must be far-reaching and far beyond what the eye can see.

At the end of the gaze was the figure in green robes, sitting upright on the innate Gengjin Xuanyang futon, seemingly integrated with the entire Sword Domain Heaven Realm—Lu Chunyang.

(End of this chapter)