Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Thirty years later.

The six kingdoms are long gone.

The ancient states of Wei, Qi, Yan, and Chu, along with the smaller kingdoms supported by the immortals, were gradually swallowed up in the chaos of war.

Finally, what remained was a new empire called "Da Xuan".

Xindu, Tianjing.

On Changming Street, the most bustling street in the city, there is a three-story restaurant.

On the second floor of the restaurant, the storyteller struck the gavel, his spittle flying everywhere.

"Do you all know that this place was not like it is today thirty years ago?"

"At that time, six kingdoms stood side by side, and the immortals were high above all others."

"What is the Immortal Clan?"

"That's no ordinary wealthy family."

"Among the human race, there are immortals who can fly on swords!"

"With a raised hand, lightning and fire fell to the ground."

"With a stomp of his foot, mountains and rivers tremble."

Even mortal emperors must bow and pay their respects!

The guests below listened with great interest.

Some people laughed out loud.

"Old Liu, you're bragging again."

"If such immortals really existed, why can't we see a single one these days?"

The storyteller's beard twitched.

"That's why the chaos of exterminating demons occurred!"

Legend has it that thirty years ago, a peerless demon appeared in Jiang Family Immortal City.

"This demon was originally a son-in-law of the Jiang family. Once he became a demon, he slaughtered the immortals and massacred the six kingdoms."

"The immortals of the six kingdoms rose up to slay the demon, but he slaughtered them so fiercely that the heavens and earth were plunged into darkness."

"After that battle, the path to immortality was severed, spiritual energy was depleted, and there were no more people in the world who could fly or escape into the earth."

"Later, the various kingdoms fell into chaos, and His Majesty seized the opportunity to raise an army, sweeping across the land, thus establishing the Great Xuan of today!"

A richly dressed young man curled his lip in disapproval.

"What kind of bullshit immortal is this?"

"It's just a rumor from a chaotic era."

His attendants quickly echoed his sentiments.

"What you say is true, sir."

"If there really were immortals, how could our Great Xuan army have swept the world away?"

The young master gave a soft hum.

"My ancestors fought their way out of the chaos alongside His Majesty."

"My grandfather wrote it very clearly in his diary that the so-called Immortal Clan Mountain Gate was nothing more than a group of families occupying the mountain and pretending to be gods and ghosts."

"If there were truly immortals who could fly on swords, how could the imperial army have possibly breached the city's defenses?"

The storyteller didn't argue, he just chuckled.

"It's normal that you don't believe me, young master."

"The world has changed."

Just as the young man was about to speak again, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone sitting by the window out of the corner of his eye.

The man was wearing a light blue monk's robe.

The style of the robe was very strange.

Unlike today's scholars, nor like martial arts practitioners.

He sat alone by the window, a pot of wine in front of him, but he didn't drink it.

She simply watched quietly as people came and went downstairs.

The young man was taken aback.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something indescribable about that person.

light.

It's too bland.

He was sitting there, yet it seemed as if he might disappear from this world at any moment.

He glanced at it again.

The man seemed to notice and turned to look at him.

Then, he chuckled softly.

The young man felt a sudden tremor in his heart and subconsciously lowered his head.

When he looked up again, the window was empty.

The wine is still there.

The person is gone.

The young man suddenly stood up.

Where are they?

The attendant was startled.

"Young master, who is it?"

The young man pointed to the window.

"Didn't you see someone in a priest's robe sitting over there?"

The attendants looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I...I didn't notice."

The young master's expression changed.

He has practiced martial arts since childhood and has excellent eyesight; it's impossible for him to be mistaken.

How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly disappear?

He suddenly turned around and looked at Old Liu, who was still telling stories on the stage.

Is it...

Is there really such a thing as cultivating immortality in this world?

Is there really someone who can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and ride the wind on a sword?

……

The northern ice plains remain snowy and windy.

Gu Changjin stood in front of a cracked iceberg and glanced back at the south.

Thirty years.

For ordinary people, it would be enough to change dynasties.

For a cultivator, it's nothing more than a long period of seclusion.

He has accomplished a great deal in the past thirty years.

He wiped out all the Golden Elixir cultivators from the six kingdoms.

Overt and covert.

Immortals, sects, and independent cultivators.

Not a single one was left.

Those Golden Core cultivators originally intended to slay demons.

In the end, it all became his resources.

He used the "Mysterious Netherworld Devouring Heaven Scripture" to devour their golden cores, refine their essence, and extract most of the spiritual veins of the cultivation world of the six kingdoms.

Ten years ago, he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

At that moment, Gu Changjin truly understood just how vast the gap was between the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage.

Once the nascent soul is formed, the spirit seems to truly break free from the shackles of the physical body.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is no longer just an external thing.

It's like water that he can hold in the palm of his hand.

He even felt that he could beat a hundred of himself when he first broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

This is just the Nascent Soul that has been created within the small world.

What would it feel like if the main body of the main world broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?

Gu Changjin was looking forward to it.

But the cost is also obvious.

The cultivation world of the six kingdoms was destroyed.

He drained the spiritual energy, devoured the spiritual veins, and wiped out the immortal clan's legacy.

He dragged this world into the end times.

That's why we have those rumors circulating in the restaurant today.

What demon-slaying chaos? What immortals have vanished?

It's all true.

However, what they didn't know was that the so-called severance of the path to immortality was not a natural disaster.

It was a man-made disaster.

Gu Changjin swallowed it bite by bite.

Now, he's almost at his breaking point.

Gu Changjin looked down at his own body.

Beneath the skin, faint icy blue patterns shimmered.

That's not an ordinary pattern.

Those are traces of fragments from a grotto-heaven.

Three years ago, he finally mastered an extremely crazy secret technique from the "Mysterious Netherworld Devouring Heaven Scripture".

Using the Nascent Soul as an anchor.

Use oneself as a furnace.

The lock is made of Devouring Runes.

He forcefully swallowed the core of this Xuanming Cave Heaven into his body.

As for the result...

It almost exploded.

It's not a description.

It really almost blew them to ashes on the spot.

Even the most fragmented grotto-heaven is still a grotto-heaven.

Even if only half a piece remains, it still contains space, spiritual energy, and remnants of laws.

Stuffing this kind of thing into a body is no different from stuffing a mountain into your stomach.

Gu Changjin has managed to hold on until now by relying on his Nascent Soul cultivation, devouring secret patterns, and frantically burning the lifespan of this other body.

He should have returned immediately.

But he still went on another journey to the human world.

I took a look at the new empire after the six kingdoms.

I looked at the mortal world after the immortals disappeared.

I also looked at those descendants who treated cultivating immortality as a legend.

Interesting.

He devoured an entire era.

Then I watched as a new era emerged.

"That's about it."

Gu Changjin smiled.

The skin has begun to fade.

This is not death.

This is a sign that the Dao traces have returned to their rightful place.

He has settled all the karma of this life to the fullest extent.

The resentment of a son-in-law, the predicament of the Jiang family.

The remnant soul of Xuanming, the golden elixir of six kingdoms.

Fragments of a grotto-heaven.

He took everything he could.

He swallowed everything he could.

If I don't leave now, this body of mine is really going to explode.

Gu Changjin sat down cross-legged.

The wind and snow fell on him, but passed right through him.

His figure grew fainter and fainter.

Within the dantian, the nascent soul, embracing an icy blue cave core, was gradually merging into the indescribable sense of the Dao Fruit.

next moment.

The world has gone far away.

The ice sheet disappeared.

The wind and snow were silent.

When Gu Changjin opened his eyes again, he was already back in the familiar secret chamber of Lingdao Peak.

The spiritual energy of the main world rushed towards me.

Rich, profound, and authentic.

Gu Changjin sat cross-legged on the futon, a wisp of icy blue light slowly fading from his eyes.

He didn't check the cultivation level immediately.

They didn't even look at the soul.

Instead, it involves introspection into the depths of the Dao fruit.

There, an extremely tiny icy blue fragment appeared.

Like a small, frozen world compressed to its extreme.

Gu Changjin was stunned for a moment.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"I brought it back."

"They actually brought it back."

The fragments of the Xuanming Cave Heaven entered the Dao Fruit.

Other gains are also surging back in support.

This wave.

They've made a fortune.