Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

Compared to Qiu Siruo, Yin Xia’s emotions were clearly even more furious.

It’s just that she didn’t show it on her face.

For a great power of the Immortal Ascension Realm like Realman Shuangyu, not allowing joy or anger to show was the most basic thing.

“From beginning to end, it has always been you plotting something…”

Qiu Siruo, standing to the side, looked coldly in Mr. You’s direction and spoke thus.

Mr. You’s gaze shifted away from Chen Yan, landing on the young woman clad in moon-white daoist robes, whose skin was covered in a multitude of cracks emanating a glazed, fiery light. He revealed a smile:

“It’s been a long time, you’ve actually grown so big. So, do you still remember my teachings from back then?”

His words were clearly meant solely to mock Qiu Siruo.

Because Mr. You knew all too well that the brief life as Si Youyou was completely insignificant to Qiu Siruo.

But no matter what, Si Youyou was still a part of Qiu Siruo.

Qiu Siruo held the long sword flowing with glazed sword energy in her hand, her gaze sweeping over Mr. You and Yin Xia.

She was weighing.

Weighing exactly what she should do.

Chen Yan had gone through immense hardship to obtain that True Person Minghua’s Dao Basis, his true purpose being to enter this Fusheng City.

Since True Person Minghua’s Dao Basis had already been refined into the Heavenly Summit Palace, then just as that existence had said, her own Dao Basis, or Realman Shuangyu’s, could also become keys to enter Fusheng City.

Hah, as the Tenth Generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, how could she simply become someone else’s stepping stone like this?

“Don’t think everything is going so well, Immortal Venerable.”

Qiu Siruo said coldly:

“You should know, the current you isn’t even an Ascender.”

Immortal Venerable?

When Chen Yan heard this form of address come from Qiu Siruo’s mouth, no ripples were stirred in his heart. He had long had a rough guess about Mr. You’s identity, just never dared to be certain.

A figure capable of toying with Immortal Ascension Realm cultivators with such ease, playing them like pieces on a board, was probably only possible for someone whose realm was above Ascending to Immortality to be so composed.

“What you say is also true.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. You placed both hands behind his back, nodding slowly as he paced.

In this current era, there were a total of seven great powers at the Ascending to Immortality level or above with reincarnated bodies, six of whom had completely recovered their original cultivation.

Only Mr. You’s current cultivation realm still remained at the peak of the Dao Union Realm.

Wait a moment.

Chen Yan seemed to think of something.

Mr. You, before he himself went to the Heavenly Summit Palace, heard the message Li Haowen left for him from over sixty thousand years ago, was consequently observed by “that existence” due to the change in cause and effect, leading to the destruction of Heavenly Summit Mountain and bearing sixty thousand years of karma… even before all that, Mr. You had already been at the peak of the Dao Union Realm.

Lin Qifeng had also told him that his own Great Master, Ruan Tingzhu, the reincarnation of Yan Yunhe, had passed away and ascended to immortality not long after reaching the Divine Ability Realm in one breath and the Dao Union Realm in another.

Furthermore, considering that the Immortal Ascension Realm cultivators who were already at the Passable God Realm or above before the Immortal Dao’s revival had not raised their cultivation realms…

The consequences of forcibly raising one’s cultivation before the Immortal Dao’s revival were likely quite severe.

This meant that Mr. You was already at the peak of the Dao Union Realm before the Immortal Dao’s revival; he had cultivated back to the peak of the Dao Union Realm in this lifetime!

“I indeed have not yet ascended to immortality…”

Mr. You said, then he raised his head, looking towards the distant north.

Clang!

The sound of something breaking rang out from the sky.

“It’s over.”

Mr. You said slowly, as if speaking of a rather insignificant little matter.

Immediately, both Yin Xia and Qiu Siruo, who had been mutually wary of each other, also underwent drastic changes in their expressions.

Because it was over.

…

Heavenly Summit Mountain.

No, it was hard to say if this could still be called Heavenly Summit Mountain.

The originally majestic peak, over eight thousand zhang tall, had vanished, leaving behind a massive pit with a radius reaching nearly ten thousand li.

A cultivator clad in moon-white daoist robes, his entire body covered in dense, pitch-black cracks as if he might shatter at any moment, like porcelain, sat on the steps of the pure white palace within the deep pit.

The Eighth Generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, Gu Jing.

The twisted and contorted Abyssal Tower, the rust-stained Thousand Clouds Blade, and the Great Sun Seal, completely shattered in the middle, were scattered amidst the ruins not far away.

And the three once-earthshaking great powers of the Immortal Ascension Realm, Caiyun, Sun-Eroding, and Xu Zhou, had completely merged as one with this enormous pit.

Gu Jing lifted his head with considerable effort, his teetering gaze looking towards the shattered sky.

The crumbling laws of heaven and earth were falling from the sky.

The once clear and bright firmament had now become like an aged scroll painting, with countless pitch-black cracks crisscrossing across this canvas.

The sky was still azure, a scene of gentle breeze and bright sun.

It was precisely because of this that when fragments of the sky fell towards the earth, it produced such a profound sense of absurdity.

The manifested existence of the law’s collapse also fell from the sky together, refracting distorted projections of heaven and earth.

This was not an apocalypse, or rather, not an apocalypse in the ordinary sense, but a dissolution beginning from the most fundamental level.

The Chenping Continent was perishing.

And soon after, it would completely vanish, as if it had never appeared at all.

Whether it was the time or space of the Chenping Continent, its order or its laws, all would cease to exist.

This was the result of the Heavenly Summit Palace’s mighty power completely shattering the entire Chenping Continent’s laws of heaven and earth.

And the Dao Basis of True Person Minghua, refined into the Heavenly Summit Palace, had also completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Vanishing along with it was the karma that True Person Minghua had once borne.

Gu Jing’s vision began to darken; this was a sign his spiritual sense was starting to disperse.

He had done everything he could possibly pour forth.

Everything that had happened over these sixty thousand plus years was all illusory, of no consequence.

Next, it would be up to Jingchen.

Thinking this, Gu Jing stared at the massive fragment of sky, tens of thousands of zhang long, falling from above his head, and the pitch-black fissure behind the fragment.

Hazily, he seemed to see something behind the pitch-black fissure.

But it also seemed like he saw nothing.

A melodious chime of a bronze bell rang out, followed by the sound of something breaking completely.

Then, the Eighth Generation Steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain slowly lowered his head.

A fragment, divided by dense, pitch-black cracks, fell from his cheek, turning into spiritual light and returning to heaven and earth the moment it touched the ground.

Gu Jing’s crack-covered body, like a weathered porcelain statue, shattered inch by inch, until it completely dissipated.

Only that solitary, pure white palace remained, standing alone in the center of this void-like pit.