The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 216 Heaven and Earth Refine Alchemy: Yama's Son!
A drop of blood entered the dragon's eye, and in an instant, the terrain, known as the "Nourishment Master," seemed to come back to life.

If a master of Origin Arts were to observe from the bottom of the Myriad Spirits Pit, they would find that the entire pit seemed to be inhaling and exhaling the death energy from the Netherworld, which was gathering towards the stone island at the bottom of the pit.

Chaotic energy surged, beams of immortal light scattered, and misty fog swirled around. The Origin Heaven Divine Array set up on the stone island was activated, and the death energy was absorbed by the Sea of ​​Wheels of the Nourishing Life Master and transformed into a vast amount of essence, nourishing the entire stone island.

At the dragon's eye, Ning Qing sat cross-legged and began to practice the Nirvana Dharma.

This is the highest chapter of the Golden Body Technique, and also the final stage of the Unbeatable Golden Body Suffering Realm. It uses the mind to generate the energy of annihilation, which comes from the spirit and is comparable to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, making it the most ferocious of all.

Even Buddhist cultivators in the ancient times who practiced this method often did so only when their path forward was blocked or they were about to die, and thus took this perilous gamble.

Of course, the benefits are also enormous. Once the tribulation is completed and the body is revived from annihilation, the invincible golden body, this treasure raft for saving the world, will reach a higher level, giving rise to all sorts of incredible supernatural powers, and its lifespan will be increased.

After his second Nirvana, his physical body at the Dao-Slaying Realm was comparable to that of a Saint King. After passing the Saint Tribulation and undergoing further cultivation, his physical body would be comparable to that of a Great Saint. It is hard to imagine what earth-shattering changes would occur after his third tribulation.

At this moment, the decaying and corrupting aura within the golden body was forced out, and the secret realm techniques fell silent one by one. The celestial platform was covered in dust, the dragon spine slept peacefully, the four poles dimmed, and the Dao Palace closed tightly...

The sacred laws obscured his power, his boundless supernatural abilities vanished, his youthful beauty turned to white hair, and his vital energy gradually dried up.

Ning Qingyi, renowned throughout the starry sky and invincible all the way, seemed to be on the verge of death at any moment, giving rise to a great sense of terror.

Even so, a piece of land lay in decay, like a seed, striving to absorb every bit of essence from its surroundings, burying its boundless vitality in the thick soil.

This time, Ning Qingyi neither used the divine object of the Myriad Things Soil to protect his life, nor did he use the Primordial Life Stone, the Enlightenment Tea Tree Coffin, or other such items to assist him, precisely because of this Dao Soil.

The more he cultivated, the more he could perceive its potential. Especially when the Daoist soil gradually acquired the properties of the soil of all things, it became increasingly incredible, and he regarded it as the key to stepping out of the third Nirvana.

Silently, the primordial spirit appeared in the Daoist land.

He looked up at the sky, and beyond the Daoist land was nothingness. He could only vaguely see five lifeless celestial palaces, a celestial platform that seemed to float high above the world, and five lifeless celestial pillars.

His gaze fell back to the east of the land of Tao, where the golden divine tree of Fusang seemed to sense something, swaying gently, and the holy power of the sun was spreading.

He then looked at the center of the land, where the divine spring had dried up, the dantian was parched, and the eighty-one golden millet plants had fallen to the ground, all withered and on the verge of death.

This is a divine object grown from relics. Each time it bears fruit, it will transform into a form of immortal substance to replenish the deficiency of its origin. Over time, even a great emperor would be tempted by it.

After all, accumulating immortal matter is enough to live to the next life.

However, this time, even the God of Grains is gradually declining.

He glanced again at the desolate tower suppressed in the Daoist land. This immortal artifact seemed to sense the changes in the human world, and gradually lost its brilliance, becoming simple and unadorned, no longer possessing the power to suppress the nine heavens and ten earths.

Finally, the primordial spirit sat cross-legged under the Fusang Immortal Tree, in a dignified and solemn posture.

The Fusang Divine Tree is entirely golden, dazzlingly bright, with bark like scales, ancient and weathered, exuding an aura of creation.

It swayed slightly, its branches drooping, and the sacred power of the sun transformed into a radiant sun behind the primordial spirit.

"All phenomena arise from causes and conditions; when the causes and conditions cease, the phenomena cease to exist, and this is cessation..."

The Daoist voice of the primordial spirit resounded loudly, and the physical body seemed to sense something. The round jade light on the golden body gradually faded away.

As time goes by, the concept of "health preservation" has been completely revived.

The blood sacrifice that had dried up on the stone island, and the blood of all spirits that had been spilled in the Chaos Lake, gradually began to glow and were gathered together drop by drop.

The crimson hue between heaven and earth grew increasingly intense, with fragments of the myriad paths evaporating and wisps of imperial energy being drawn in and injected into the dragon's eyes.

A divine pearl floated within, its crimson color almost dripping, absorbing all the vital energy, as if being refined into an elixir by heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

This divine pill has become increasingly ethereal, as clear and translucent as agate, like a magnificent celestial pearl, its dreamlike colors captivating the heart.

The entire Wanling Pit became increasingly extraordinary, overflowing with chaotic energy that filled the entire pit, making it impossible for anyone to see what was inside.

Over the past decade, countless Netherworld Generals have appeared here. After sensing the revival of the Myriad Spirits Pit, their actions have become more and more frequent. One holy corpse after another has been thrown in, representing all races. Even more astonishingly, the corpses of three Quasi-Emperors have been thrown in.

If others were to find out, they would surely be shaken to their core.

This is a quasi-emperor. Even in death, his body contains unparalleled fragments of the Great Dao, which, when extracted, are absolutely no less valuable than divine objects such as fragments of the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill.

Rumble!
From the dark, heavy clouds of the underworld came a deafening roar of thunder, and streaks of blood-red lightning danced, illuminating the ghostly soldiers and generals beside the Pit of Ten Thousand Spirits.

An ancient chariot emerged from it, devoid of any luster, covered in the marks of time, with even its shafts nearly broken, exuding an aura of decay. Yet, the moment it appeared, all the ghostly soldiers and generals knelt on the ground.

"My father once said that a Chaos Immortal Pill would be born in this Ten Thousand Spirits Pit, and it seems that it is about to ripen." On the chariot, a pale-faced young man muttered to himself.

Clad in dark armor, he exuded an aura of death, like an ancient warrior risen from the depths of hell, his words dripping with a chilling crimson. Moreover, his cultivation was extraordinary; though he appeared to be less than five hundred years old, he had already broken through to the Great Sage realm. If word were to spread, he would surely become famous throughout the ancient road!
"Greetings, Yama!" The thirteenth Underworld General rushed out, his voice hoarse. He was also a Great Saint, belonging to the Yama Palace, one of the three great halls of the Underworld!

The young man's identity is also obvious: he is the current Yama's disciple, inheriting the bloodline of the supreme being of the underworld, and his noble status is only inferior to that of an imperial prince.

"Has there been any unusual activity lately?!" Yama looked towards the Myriad Spirit Pit, his blood-red eyes trying to see through the chaos, but the terrain here was too terrifying, obscuring everything.

"No." The thirteenth underworld general shook his head and said, "It's just that the fragrance of the elixir is getting stronger and stronger, and the old monsters nearby can't sit still anymore. They all take action, and the underworld soldiers and generals suffer heavy losses."

"A single elixir, once swallowed, offers the chance to comprehend the mysteries of the Chaos Body. If word gets out, even a Quasi-Emperor would be tempted," Yama said expressionlessly.

This Myriad Spirits Pit is a treasure trove that gave birth to the Chaos Monster. It contains not only the blood of myriad spirits, but also the blood and imperial aura left behind by this monster during its transformation. If it were created by the heavens and earth, it would be enough to drive people mad.

However, the process of nurturing the elixir was far too fast. The chaotic monsters had only been around for tens of thousands of years, yet this treasure land was already able to nurture the elixir, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

If he hadn't happened to wake up, he probably would have missed this news. After all, according to those in the underworld who were proficient in source arts, it would take at least 100,000 years for such a precious pill to be successful.

Now that he's been born, it's a perfect opportunity for him.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?" the thirteenth Underworld General asked.

"Just wait quietly."

After saying this, Yama returned to his chariot and stood like a statue in the underworld.

The thirteenth Underworld General returned to the army and, as before, led the Underworld army to guard the Ten Thousand Spirits Pit.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.

The Myriad Spirit Pit was no longer just filled with chaotic energy; a rich vitality and spiritual energy transformed into celestial light and flew out, creating a sacred aura that forced the army of the underworld to retreat again and again.

Many old monsters couldn't contain themselves and charged into the army. Some successfully rushed into the Ten Thousand Spirits Burial Pit, while others were thrown into the pit after being killed, becoming nourishment for the precious land.

During those three years, Yama was like a corpse until one day he rose from his chariot, and a terrifying aura emanated from him.

boom!
A bolt of lightning struck down, igniting the entire Ten Thousand Spirits Pit!

"A calamity is descending from the heavens; the Chaos Immortal Pill is about to be born!"

(End of this chapter)