Infinite transcendence began with Covering the Sky.

Chapter 383 Cultivation and Treasure Land

The vast Big Dipper has countless famous mountains and rivers, many of which Qi Zhe has never visited, but now he wants to set off to see them.

This time, Qi Zhe did not bring anyone with him and wandered alone. On the third day after returning to Beidou, he set foot on the Beiyuan land again.

He met Yao Xi, but soon set off again, traveling from the Northern Plains to the Western Desert, wandering through the boundless Buddhist kingdom amidst countless Bodhi trees.

Now he possesses unparalleled power and is constantly under the attention of many, but at this moment no one can detect his whereabouts or know where he is.

“That is Mount Sumeru, the sacred site of the true Buddha.”

Ten thousand miles outside Mount Sumeru, an old farmer in coarse linen clothes pointed at Mount Sumeru and asked Qi Zhe for clarification, his eyes filled with piety.

He was an old farmer at the foot of Mount Sumeru, who had cultivated the land for generations. He did not know who Qi Zhe was; to him, there was only Mount Sumeru in this world.

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhe smiled and nodded: "I've heard that Amitabha Buddha is always present."

In the beliefs of the Western Desert, the ancient Buddha sits cross-legged in the hearts of all beings. He has not truly died, hence the saying that he is ever-present.

Upon hearing this, the old farmer nodded devoutly and smiled as he told Qi Zhe about the wise men in several ancient temples nearby who often cared for agriculture and sent rain and dew upon the land more than once.

This is a rich and peaceful place, free from strife. Outsiders often come to pay homage and shave their heads to practice Buddhism in ancient temples.

The old farmer believed that Qi Zhe was one of them, a powerful cultivator who had killed living beings outside, and pointed out a path of pilgrimage for him, which could wash away his sins.

"Bodhi trees are everywhere, faith unites people, and the teachings endure."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhe smiled, shook his head, and set off, following the directions to Mount Sumeru. Gazing at the divine mountain that seemed to extend almost into the outer realms, his eyes held a strange expression.

The Western Desert is a Buddhist kingdom, with ancient temples everywhere. The boundless power of faith rises from the earth, reaching an extreme, making the entire Mount Sumeru sacred.

Countless pilgrims pray to Mount Sumeru from morning till night, and some even prostrate themselves every step of the way as they walk toward Mount Sumeru, hoping to be baptized.

Qi Zhe saw many cultivators, all of whom were very powerful, including great beings and even kings. They were all dressed in hemp clothing and barefoot, kneeling and moving forward towards Mount Sumeru.

"Alas, I am old. Where can I go in this chaotic world?"

Qi Zhe heard a whisper coming from a powerful being. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw an old man, shirtless and covered in wounds, staggering forward.

This life was very prosperous, but unfortunately they did not keep up. They could not save their lives in the war-torn Beidou region, and after much thought, they could only go to the Western Desert.

"The path to immortality is irrelevant to us; we only seek a dignified end."

Some responded that even kings feel miserable in this chaotic world; they once had their glory days, but they are no longer here.

"Such is the way of the world, such is the path to immortality, what can be done?"

Qi Zhe was inconspicuous in the crowd. He silently turned and left, but stopped when he approached Sumeru and continued on to the next stop.

He cultivated himself on the road and witnessed the ups and downs of human life. Overwhelmed with emotions, he gained a different understanding, and even his celestial platform began to shimmer.

He then went to Nanling, where he met many powerful demons, saw the Demon Emperor's Palace that stood majestically in Nanling, and the barbarian tribes who lived there.

This place is also a sacred land. The Demon Emperor's Palace has taken in many former great demons, who are now heading to the starry sky for refuge. People will continue to leave one after another.

The once-powerful Southern Demon has not returned. According to the Demon Emperor's Palace, he has been missing for many years, and only his still-lit soul lamp tells his story.

Qi Zhe did not linger, leaving his footprints on the high mountains, exploring the ancient sites like a carefree immortal, and soon he drifted away.

"The Central Plains are vast, and the kings are still vying for supremacy."

The vast Central Plains are still engulfed in war, and many of the physical constitutions recorded in ancient books have appeared, with many outstanding individuals emerging in the last hundred years.

Qi Zhe didn't dwell on it and headed to the Qinling Mountains with mixed feelings, where he met Gai Jiuyou, who was adjusting his state.

“I’m getting old,” Gai Jiuyou sighed, sitting opposite Qi Zhe in one of the ancient halls, staring at Qi Zhe with unwavering eyes. His hair was gray, his back was hunched, and he wore ancient clothes, but he still looked very wise, and his eyes were still quite clear.

Moreover, Qi Zhe could feel that his blood and qi were now gathering, like a pot of boiling water gradually heating up, with a fire burning underneath.

"If you become an immortal, you won't age."

Qi Zhe laughed upon hearing this, seemingly relaxing considerably, which caused Gai Jiuyou's eyes to sparkle.

"You want to become an immortal?" Gai Jiuyou's tone was somewhat strange.

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhe replied, "Tell me, who wouldn't want that?"

At this moment, Gai Jiuyou fell silent. He had once thought about becoming an immortal. In his youth, he was dashing and looked down on the past and present, but in his old age, he had become indifferent to everything.

He felt that Qi Zhe was the same person he was back then, but the difference was that Qi Zhe was about to attain enlightenment and had not missed this life.

"Becoming an immortal is difficult; throughout history, who has ever seen an immortal?" Gai Jiuyou sighed in regret, a look of sorrow in his eyes. Even he didn't know if immortals existed in the world.

“The traces of immortals can be found.” But Qi Zhe only said this one sentence. He knew very well that immortality was attainable, and there was no need to be confused.

This is his greatest advantage. Compared to the Supreme Beings who are lost on the path to immortality, he has all the answers and knows that with unparalleled combat power, everything can be resolved.

The two remained silent for a moment. Qi Zhe's words touched Gai Jiuyou deeply. Although he didn't know if they were true, he still felt somewhat comforted.

“Let’s go. I’ve heard you’re going to prove your faith. There’s no need to waste time.”

Qi Zhe left. This time, he returned to the Eastern Wilderness and headed towards the Myriad Dragon Nest, descending upon it silently.

The Dragon Nest was eerily silent. It had been breached in the past, but no one had occupied it to this day, simply because the Emperor's Coffin lay between them.

Qi Zhe stepped into this place again amidst the vast dragon energy, crossed the nine dragon caves, entered the pitch-black dragon nest, and saw the ancient coffin lying across the cave entrance.

"Go!"

At this moment, Qi Zhe released the True Dragon Immortality Elixir, allowing it to take root once more. With a hiss, the small dragon swayed, like a stream of light, and once again took root at the entrance of the Dragon Cave.

Qi Zhe then strode forward, ignoring the elixir of immortality, heading deep into the Myriad Dragon Nest. Even the Emperor's Coffin couldn't stop him.

This will be his place of seclusion. The presence of an imperial coffin blocking the entrance to the cave is actually a good thing, as it will keep out many villains.

"There was blood in the coffin, and it was half-destroyed."

When Qi Zhe turned his gaze to the Emperor's Coffin, he saw that the Emperor's Coffin, which was piled up with pieces of divine source, was flashing with blood light and was emitting supreme power.

The coffin contained only half a body, its flesh mangled and shrouded in chaotic energy, exuding a chilling killing intent that even Qi Zhe found terrifying.

"Let's go. Remember there's still a coffin."

Qi Zhe then turned and left. He did not disturb the ruthless man's coffin, but instead headed towards the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, aiming to reach the final dragon's lair.

This is the lair of the true dragon, forged from logs of ebony, shrouded in endless chaotic mist, its interior almost a self-contained space.

When Qi Zhe arrived here, he saw another coffin, which suppressed the great formation of the Ten Thousand Dragon Emperor. There was also blood in it, and half of the body was accompanied by a broken formation diagram.

The ancient coffin exuded killing intent, suppressing the imperial formation. In the past, no one could get close to it, not even the members of the Myriad Dragon Nest who were armed with ancient imperial weapons.

But none of this could stop Qi Zhe. At this moment, he acted immediately, stepping on the Emperor Formation to move the ruthless man's coffin aside.

"This place is mine today!"

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