Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 625 Stone Creek Town

It will surely attract the attention of True Lord Pudu and even other True Lords in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, just like a bright light in the dark.

That is the true path to death.

Now that I'm in another world, I dare not use it even more.

After all, it was still unclear what the true strength of the gods in Attila, which was clearly a Great Realm, was.

If I accidentally expose myself, I might get beaten to death by a mob.

intolerable.

As for the pursuers, Qingyuan Zhenjun.

This is the real problem!
This person possesses the Golden Core cultivation level, has mastered the wondrous Dao of the Pure Qi of Heaven and Earth, and has cultivated the Pure Qi of the Immortal Palace to protect his body.

Once the cave opens, its power is unparalleled. Even if injured, as long as he recovers, he can follow the spatial trajectory of the Void Ferry into the Boundary Sea. With his understanding of the void and his ability to lock onto Xu Yunfan's aura, finding this place is only a matter of time.

It probably won't be long.

We need to figure out what's in this realm that we can use to trick them.

As for seeking enlightenment and attaining a higher status in this realm, Xu Yunfan never even considered it.

He cultivated the true scriptures and attained the fruition in the Taihua Lingxu Realm.

There's no way to prove it in this realm.

But a great realm must contain a wealth of opportunities, so he naturally wouldn't give it up easily.

The cave was deathly silent.

Xu Yunfan quietly regulated his breathing, circulating the "Divine Firmament Nine Heavens Profound Sky Undying True Scripture," slowly absorbing the chaotic energy from the outside world, methodically avoiding the violent chaotic factors, and gradually repairing his nearly collapsed body.

"after all……"

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the dim cave entrance barrier, and after a while, glanced at the Star Spirit Banner standing beside him. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, with a hint of self-mockery that was barely perceptible.

"It has been tainted by the filthy colors of Emperor Yuan Shizong."

Xu Yunfan, the martial arts prodigy of the Divine Martial World who valued gratitude and was ambitious, had long since drifted away from the Yuan Shi Sect amidst its intrigues and countless life-and-death battles.

On this path, survival is the only important thing.

Become stronger, become stronger as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, once True Lord Qingyuan arrives, all that awaits him is the annihilation of his soul and spirit.

This challenge is probably a thousand times more dangerous than facing Ye Yuan's Radiant Sunless Dao Fruit.

He composed himself and once again immersed himself in the arduous process of healing and recovery.
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Three months later.

In a small town called Stone Creek Town.

Xu Yunfan walked slowly through the streets. The town had a population of only 30,000, and there were few adventurers wearing armor and carrying weapons on the streets.

Having recovered to his peak condition, he set foot in a remote border town called Stone Creek on the continent of Attila.

The clothes he wore, which were out of place with his surroundings and made of unfamiliar materials and cuts, looked more like a simple dark combat uniform than the linen or luxurious velvet robes commonly seen in this world.

This immediately attracted the attention of ordinary people, both overtly and covertly.

Whispers echoed through the alleyways and under the eaves, a mixture of curiosity and a touch of wariness.

"Look at that outfit, I've never seen it before."

"It looks like a mage? But where's the mage tower's symbol?"

"Shh! Don't point fingers, or you'll get into trouble! The Master is unpredictable."

"They look young, but can someone who can walk this desolate road alone be an ordinary person?"

"His eyes are so bright..." The whispers were soft, but they reached Xu Yunfan's ears clearly.

He ignored them and walked steadily down the main road paved with gravel.

Unexpectedly, from those hushed words, he gleaned not only rejection or mere curiosity, but also a deep-seated, almost instinctive, awe rooted in the very marrow of this world.

The gazes cast upon him, especially upon seeing his composed gait and dignified demeanor, were quickly overwhelmed by awe rather than curiosity.

We walked through the town's rather shabby streets.

The wooden and stone houses are low and crowded, with walls stained with dirt of varying shades by wind and rain, and the air is filled with the smells of livestock, hay, and cooking smoke.

Most pedestrians wore coarse cloth clothes that had been starched until they were faded, and their movements carried the caution and hard work characteristic of small towns.

However, when his gaze fell on a clearly planned area in the center of the town, a completely different scene came into view.

It was a magnificent building.

The Temple of Delis.

Although its scale could not compare to the cathedrals of light in the great cities that knights imagined, its magnificent and solemn appearance stood out particularly against the backdrop of the low, commoner houses around it, like a bright pearl set in coarse linen.

The entire church is built of polished white marble, with each stone fitting together perfectly, gleaming with a soft and holy light in the afternoon sun.

The Gothic spires soar high, pointing towards the clouds, as if silently proclaiming the majesty of the gods.

The enormous rose window is inlaid with stained glass, and intricate and exquisite patterns are faintly visible.

The main gate is carved with countless tiny angel reliefs holding musical instruments, each with a different posture and lifelike appearance.

The spotless stone steps in front of the door are as smooth as a mirror, creating an ironic contrast with the muddy ground in the alley.

This magnificent building, which consumed most of the town's believers' savings and may even have made their lives more difficult, was built to enshrine that insignificant being in the vast Attila pantheon.

Delis, the goddess of song and listening.

This name is almost unheard of in the vast land of Attila.

Having existed for only a thousand years, it is as immature as a toddler in the eyes of the gods who claim to trace back to the beginning of time.

Her followers are mostly concentrated in this area, and their numbers are limited. Their influence is limited to protecting this corner of the land from bad weather, calming the people's emotions, and listening to some trivial troubles.

For countless beings in Attila, the name "Dilis" may never have appeared in their consciousness.

In order to trace these inconspicuous minor deities and the locations of their worship, Xu Yunfan spent a lot of time carefully sorting through voluminous books and mixed information streams before finally pinpointing a border town called Shixi.

After all, messing with these insignificant minor deities won't have much of an impact.

The heavy oak door opened silently, and a deep, somber scent of sandalwood mixed with the cold, metallic aroma of stone wafted out.

The interior of the church was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside.

The space has a high ceiling, and sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows high up, casting dappled and beautiful light and shadow on the ground.

Several rows of benches were sparsely scattered, and there was no one there at the moment.

Apart from an elderly deacon dozing at the entrance, the entire hall was eerily quiet, with only the faint echo of his footsteps reverberating between the stone walls.

His gaze lingered almost no longer on the surrounding furnishings, but went straight to the altar.

There, a life-size stone statue of a goddess is enshrined.

The statue is carved from pure white stone with a texture similar to jade. The craftsmanship is so exquisite that it is astonishing. Every detail is filled with the devotion of believers and the ingenuity of craftsmen.

The statue is of a woman.

She had a slender and graceful figure, and an elegant demeanor. Her uniquely styled long dress hugged her beautiful curves, and the hem rippled like water. Although it was made of stone, it seemed to be endowed with a certain flowing rhythm.

(End of this chapter)