A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Zhou Ping fully understood Jin Jingtian's last regrets, and the desolate tone of his voice lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Zhou Ping, the victor is king and the loser is villain, it's all ordained by Heaven. I regret that I couldn't take your body, but I don't regret anything I did."

"The path to immortality is elusive, and mortals vie for it. Moreover, the opportunity is right before our eyes. Since the Fourth Ancestor, no cultivator has been born in our Jin Clan. For hundreds of years, the great cause of cultivating immortality has become a nightmare for every clan leader in our clan."

"Now that I have failed in my attempt to seize the soul, I am dead and my spirit is gone. I have no one to blame but myself. However, I have one more thing I would like to ask for your help with."

"Don't think about refusing yet. After you hear what I have to say, you can decide how to act."

"After the fact that the Jin Clan possessed relics of cultivators was exposed, their fate was sealed. A mortal race without the ability to protect itself is simply unable to stop the greed and corruption from cultivators."

"Therefore, after you appeared, I began to plan for the future of the Jin Clan. The first step was for me to seize your spiritual root."

"If this plan succeeds, even if the Jin Clan is wiped out by the cultivators, I will not care. After becoming a cultivator, I will be a clan by myself, and I can roam freely throughout the world."

"Unfortunately, I failed. The Jin clan's hope no longer lies here. It has been taken far away by Xiao Yan, who carried the seed of hope, and has quietly gone into hiding."

"No one will be able to threaten them there, and no one will know the secrets within. They can quietly sprout and grow, creating a new world for the Jin Clan."

"My request is that you eliminate the last hidden dangers for Xiaoyan and the others, and completely wipe out the Jin clan and the invaders in this area, so that no one will know of their existence."

"If that's the case, then you alone will have to bear the consequences of this immense slaughter."

"Of course you can refuse, but I can tell you clearly that as long as there is one Jin clan member alive here, your identity as a cultivator will be exposed, and you and your family will be plunged into endless trouble."

"There might even be cultivators who will relentlessly pursue you in search of the relics of the Four Ancestors."

"Although I failed to seize your soul, considering the overall situation of this event, I do not consider myself a loser."

"By the way, my soul-stealing of you was a personal act. Xiaoyan and the other members of the clan were all kept in the dark by me. I hope you don't misunderstand her."

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Everyone says immortals are good, but they can't forget fame and fortune! Where are the heroes of the past and present? Only a mound of weeds remains on their desolate graves...

As Jin Jingtian uttered his last soft chant, this grandmaster of the Jin clan, a powerful and ruthless figure, vanished without a trace, his soul and spirit extinguished.

Zhou Ping slowly opened his eyes, his face now ashen.

Unexpectedly, the Jin clan chief left him with such a huge mess at the last moment.

Those were the lives of thousands, including all the Jin clan members here, whose fates were decided in a single thought...

This person's ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness are truly chilling.

Zhou Ping stood up, looked at Jin Jingtian, who was completely blackened and had been dead for some time, and sighed softly, whether to him or to himself, it was unclear.

"Cultivating immortality... cultivating immortality... in the end, it all led to death, like a lamp going out. Didn't that cultivator also perish here?"

"It seems that even becoming one in ten thousand cultivators still doesn't guarantee true freedom and ease..."

"Snap!"

Under Zhou Ping's expectant gaze, the jade platform in the dark room was easily opened. It was empty except for a light blue, exquisite cloth bag.

"This...this is the relic of the fourth ancestor of the Jin clan!?"

Zhou Ping stared blankly at the cloth bag in his hand, his mind momentarily blank.

It took him a while to recover. He looked at the blue cloth bag from side to side, not knowing where to start.

To Zhou Ping's surprise, he couldn't open the strange cloth bag!

No matter how much he tore or thrashed the bag, it showed no signs of opening. After trying several times, he finally gave up on the idea of ​​opening it.

The items of cultivators are truly strange; even a tattered cloth bag is so troublesome. I wonder what good things are hidden inside.

After his attempt failed, Zhou Ping could only purse his lips, hide the object in his bosom, and then excitedly walk towards Liu Feng's corpse outside the dark room.

I wonder if this cultivator has any other good things on him. Surely he can't have everything like this bag?

He touched the yellow talisman in his pocket, recalling its magical defensive power, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

After obtaining the talisman, Zhou Ping had planned to use it in his confrontation with Jin Jingtian, but after trying it out in secret, he discovered that he had no idea how to activate it.

It's nothing like the previous cultivator who could simply hold it in his hand and create a protective golden aura.

Left with no other choice, he had to obediently tuck it into his pocket.

Despite the nausea and vomiting in his stomach, Zhou Ping carefully searched Liu Feng's body.

Fortunately, there was nothing like the blue cloth bag in Liu Feng's clothes, and he quickly found the items one by one.

After confirming that he had not missed anything, Zhou Ping quickly left the area. After gagging a few times with a pale face, he began to examine Liu Feng's belongings.

There were only three things in front of Zhou Ping: a worn-out book, an exquisite porcelain bottle (the one Liu Feng had used to take medicine), and a piece of misty, shiny jade.

Zhou Ping fiddled with the jade and porcelain bottle for a moment, then put them into his pocket. He didn't know what the purpose of one of the items was, and he knew that the other contained medicine for healing, so he didn't need to worry about it for the time being.

Then, he fixed his gaze on the tattered book.

Since it was written by a cultivator, whatever it contains should broaden his horizons and benefit him greatly, no matter what it says.

"The Secret Cultivation Method of Tongyang Temple".

After Zhou Ping turned to the first page, several ancient-style characters appeared in his eyes, immediately piquing his interest.

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Outside the Golden Garden, the battle between the two sides continued.

Jin Haiming's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he kept looking back into Jinyuan with a look of anxiety.

After waiting for a long time, Jin Jingtian still did not return, and the guard who went to ask for help was also nowhere to be found, which made him somewhat panicked.

Watching the cultivators moving about in the distance, the Golden Clan's protective puppets were unable to inflict any effective damage on them.

This cultivator was more troublesome than he had imagined; he never expected that he could remain unharmed despite the continuous attacks from the clan's protective puppets.

Although he looked disheveled at the moment, he showed no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.

Just then, a loud roar suddenly came from another battlefield, filled with grief, indignation, and resentment.

"Jin Hong!"