I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

Chapter 468: The Secret of Deity Transformation, Advancement to the Mid Stage

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Gazing into the distance in the direction the green-robed puppet had departed, Yan Donglai opened his palm and began divining with his fingers.

At first, his expression was calm, but then his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a trace of disappointment:

”After all these years… I shouldn’t have harbored such expectations.”

Yan Donglai murmured to himself.

Decades ago, during that journey to Great Qing, he had developed a keen interest in Lan Changqing.

Lan Changqing had defeated True Monarch Cyanwood despite having a lower cultivation base, his potential and fortune clearly surpassed the latter.

They shared the same dao title “Evergreen,” and he had even become the close friend of Old Ouyang’s reincarnation, such coincidences.

It was as if fate itself had arranged their meeting.

At one point, Yan Donglai believed that Lan Changqing might be the one he had been waiting for through countless years.
For that reason, he had tracked him to Fengyuan Kingdom, seeking clues from his past life.

He even paid a hefty price to obscure the heavenly secrets, shifting fate to compel Lan Changqing to visit the Great Kun Realm.

Every volume of the Evergreen Tecnique originated from him.

That Lan Changqing lacked the final volume of the technique was also part of his calculations.

To that end, he had prepared a more complete version of the Evergreen technique in advance.

”This child is inferior to the peerless prodigies of the human realm and those blessed with great fortune. Still, his fate remains stable and rising, and his destiny is not yet fixed.”

”Currently, his foundation and potential may allow him to cultivate the Evergreen Tecnique up to late Nascent Soul, but he lacks the bearing for Deity Transformation.”

Yan Donglai concluded his divination with a rough judgment in mind.

Lan Changqing’s fortune and potential did indeed surpass True Monarch Cyanwood’s, but he still fell short of Yan Donglai’s lofty expectations.

A seedling like this, by past standards, could be considered acceptable for discipleship.

Yan Donglai took a step forward, appearing above the ruins of the cave estate, locking onto the distant green-robed puppet.

He tracked it for a distance.

Suddenly, Yan Donglai paused, sensing that Lan Changqing’s fate and destiny had shifted unpredictably, turning toward elements unfavorable to his own plans. 𝘙ᴀΝồ𝐛Ɛs̩

”This child is cautious and suspicious by nature.”

”If I were to approach rashly and take him as a disciple, I might inadvertently hinder his fortune and cultivation.”

Yan Donglai realized that the plan to accept him as a disciple was unwise.

Lan Changqing was a longevity cultivator who practiced the path of survival through caution, and was also skilled in divination. Keeping him nearby might do more harm than good, it would be better to let him roam free.

He would need to observe further.

If Lan Changqing struggled even to reach the mid-stage of Nascent Soul and proved to be a mere flashy silver spear with no real edge, then he would have no qualms about abandoning him.

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Yan Donglai kept his distance, concealing the heavenly secrets, no longer approaching the distant figure.

Most of his attention remained fixed on Lan Changqing.

Suddenly, he sensed something and looked coldly behind him:

”How long does Fellow Daoist intend to follow me?”

As the words fell, in the forest ten li away, a ragged, unremarkable, barefoot old man swayed out.

”Tsk tsk, worthy of a legendary great cultivator, so quick to detect this old man.”

The barefoot old man had a wine gourd at his waist, and though he appeared drunk and staggering, he crossed several steps and arrived before Yan Donglai in an instant.

Yan Donglai’s expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowing as he closely observed the old manʼs every move.

At the Nascent Soul stage, no cultivator should be able to get so close to him without his detection.

Even if he had been distracted earlier.

”Which Heavenly Lordʼs incarnation might Your Excellency be? We don’t seem to have met before.”

Yan Donglai remained composed, slowly descending onto a stone on the mountain below.

Now, only a few zhang separated them.

A strange gleam flashed in the barefoot old manʼs eyes as he looked at the ancient-robed elder who stood with hands behind his back, utterly unperturbed.

The other had seen through his identity with a single glance, without the usual shock or reverence other Nascent Soul cultivators might show.

It was said that this man, ten thousand years ago, had once escaped unscathed from a Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord’s pursuit, his current abilities were impossible to fathom.

A few zhang apart, the two met eyes.

The surrounding forest seemed to freeze, birds ceased their songs, and all sounds fell into silence.

Yan Donglai’s robe fluttered in the wind, his expression gradually stern, unwavering.

”Haha! Who in this world does not know you?”

The barefoot old man laughed, breaking the silence, and cupped his hands in greeting.

”This old man’s surname is Zhong, a latecomer. Iʼve long heard of Fellow Daoist Yanʼs legend.”

”So it is Fellow Daoist Zhong.”

Understanding dawned on Yan Donglai, his expression softened, becoming refined and gentle as he returned the gesture:

”I, Yan, have been in slumber too long, out of touch with the present age. I only recognize a few of the old fossils still clinging to life. Just now, I was rude to the Heavenly Lord.”

”You flatter me. In front of Fellow Daoist Yan, how could I dare call myself a Heavenly Lord?”

The barefoot old man responded humbly.

”What brings Fellow Daoist Zhong near my old abode?”

Yan Donglai quietly divined, wondering whether this Heavenly Lord’s incarnation had discovered Lan Changqing’s presence. if so, it might interfere with his own plans.

Even with fifth-rank divination, deducing matters involving Deity Transformation Heavenly Lords was highly difficult and resisted by fate.

”It’s all coincidence, Fellow Daoist Yan, do not misunderstand.”

The barefoot old man lifted his wine gourd and took a hearty swig before explaining his reason:

”I received intel from spies in the Demonic Peak Realm and was tracking them in the surrounding area. It just so happened that I passed by your old residence. Who would have thought I’d run into Fellow Daoist Yan in person?”

”This Yan is an incarnation as well.”

Yan Donglai’s tone paused slightly, then he nodded in agreement:

”The matters of the Demonic Peak Realm are indeed not to be ignored, they are our shared responsibility.”

Hearing this, the barefoot old man couldn’t help but be surprised, once again examining Yan Donglai.

He hadn’t realized earlier that the other was also an incarnation, yet in their earlier standoff, Yan had shown no less power than his own Deity Transformation incarnation.

Of course, Yan Donglai’s true body wasn’t a Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord, so outsiders couldn’t easily tell.

”Why did Fellow Daoist Zhong follow me?”

”At first it was curiosity to confirm your identity. But now, I have something I wish to ask you.”

The barefoot old manʼs eyes flickered as he stated his purpose.

Yan Donglai hesitated for a moment, intentionally trying to buy time.

If the barefoot old man had detected Lan Changqingʼs presence, he could at least buy him some time to escape...

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”Fellow Daoist Zhong’s inquiry, could it be related to the ‘Heavenly One Great Tribulation’?”

Yan Donglai spoke with a half-smile, directly pointing out the truth.

“Exactly! By the looks of it, the current Heavenly One Divine Sovereign’s lifespan is running out. The Great Tribulation is approaching, and this old man dares only roam the world with a mere incarnation.”

“Sigh, unlike Fellow Daoist Yan, who walks the world unrestrained, standing toe to toe with Deity Transformation cultivators without fearing the threat of the Heavenly One Great Tribulation.”

The barefoot old man spoke enviously.

The Heavenly One Great Tribulation targets only those in the Deity Transformation stage.

These Deity Transformation Heavenly Lords may seem aloof and unmatched in the human realm, but in truth, their true bodies remain hidden and restrained, while only incarnations walk the world.

With the degradation of Heaven and Earth in the human realm, those who manage to ascend to the Deity Transformation stage are all favored by great fortune, and even so, there is a fixed number within the heavens.

For any great cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage to ascend to Deity Transformation, the best chance comes only when another Deity Transformation cultivator dies or enters eternal slumber, returning their fortune to the world.

Many years ago, there was once a high-profile Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord who swept across an entire large province, making countless enemies.

In the end, he was besieged and slain by a group of top Nascent Soul cultivators of that realm, of course assisted by the incitement and interference of other Heavenly Lords’ incarnations.

That Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord perished in bitterness in the Northwest.

Moreover, the power of Deity Transformation cultivators faintly exceeds the limits of the human realm. Each time they take action, they risk backlash from the heavens and earth, damaging their vitality and lifespan.

This is why most Deity Transformation cultivators in Heaven Honoured Continent keep a low profile, avoid karmic entanglements, and refrain from meddling in mortal affairs.

At times, they are even less renowned than Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, their names unknown to the world.

Yan Donglai took in the old man’s envy with a neutral gaze, neither denying nor affirming.

More than ten thousand years.

The pain of being unable to ascend to the Deity Transformation stage, of bearing a curse of time and age, who could understand his burden?

“The Heavenly One Great Tribulation is still a few years away,”

Yan Donglai said unhurriedly.

“The true lifespan of that Divine Sovereign cannot be measured by ordinary standards. Each time they make a move, at the very least, they still have hundreds of years of life remaining. As for when he’ll act again, that depends on the progress of the Heavenly One Trials. A hundred years sooner or later is within reason.”

“I see.”

The barefoot old man was enlightened.

“No wonder every generation of Divine Sovereign maintains peak condition, capable of killing a fellow Deity Transformation cultivator with certainty.”

He secretly marveled, truly a monstrous being who has lived for over ten thousand years. The secrets he knew surpassed even most Deity Transformation cultivators.

“Hmm? Something’s off! There’s only one active Heavenly One Divine Sovereign in existence. If the previous generation had a few hundred years left after making a move, then what about the years that followed-?”

“Fellow Daoist, knowing too much is not always a good thing.”

Yan Donglai interrupted, his tone obscure, leaving the matter ambiguous.

In this cultivation world, perhaps no one knew the Heavenly One Sect better than he did.

The barefoot old man fell silent in thought, then cupped his hands respectfully.

“Does Fellow Daoist Yan have a way to help this old man avoid the Heavenly One Great Tribulation? If so, I will owe you a favor and offer a great gift in return.”

“More than one fellow Daoist has made such a promise to me in the past.”

Yan Donglai replied blandly.

His gaze fell on the wine gourd in the old man’s hand as he offered a proposal:

“If fellow Daoist is willing to trade the Void Sea Gourd, then I, Yan, will offer my full support to help you greatly improve your chances of avoiding the Heavenly One Great Tribulation.”

“Haha! Fellow Daoist Yan is an extinct fifth-rank artifact refiner, a rarity in the cultivation world. Surely you’re not lacking in spiritual treasures. You wouldn’t seriously covet a few scraps from this old man?”

The barefoot old man grinned broadly, his hand subtly tightening around the wine gourd, even if it wasn’t his true body.

He wasn’t a fool. Since Yan Donglai couldn’t guarantee a complete escape from the tribulation, he certainly wouldn’t agree to the trade.

…

The two changed the subject and exchanged intelligence regarding the Deity Transformation realm, including potential threats from the Demonic Peak Realm.

When the timing was right, Yan Donglai took his leave from the barefoot old man.

“The three generations of owners of the Void Sea Gourd were all loose Deity Transformation cultivators…”

Soaring above the sea of clouds, Yan Donglai’s face revealed a trace of surprise as he recalled this fact.

Due to the old man’s delay, Lan Changʼan had long escaped the range of his spiritual tracking.

“That brat slipped away fast! Could he have sensed something…”

Yan Donglai let out a dry chuckle.

He wasn’t worried Lan Changʼan had discovered anything unusual.

Having cultivated the Evergreen Technique to this level and now possessing the complete technique, it would be difficult for him to turn back now.

Yan Donglai began channeling the Evergreen Tecnique, pairing it with his divination techniques to track Lan Changʼan’s whereabouts.

Just then, he suddenly paused, as if touched by a formless sensation, and turned toward the northwest of the Heaven Honoured continent.

“In Northern Mu Province, a new mid-stage Core Formation cultivator has emerged.”

A sharp glint flashed in Yan Donglai’s eyes.

After a brief divination, he judged the individual’s fortune and aptitude to be outstanding, worthy of being accepted as his disciple.

He glanced once more in the direction Lan Changʼan had gone.

Let’s hope this kid lives up to it, and doesn’t waste the price I paid to block the Deity Transformation Heavenly Lord for him.

Having grasped both of Lan Changʼan’s karmic foundations across two lifetimes, Yan Donglai believed he could not escape his grasp.

He would first focus his attention on that outstanding disciple in Northern Mu Province.

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Several days later.

A black-winged streak of wind-light tore through the skies at terrifying speed, crossing the border of Great Kun and entering the vast and desolate wilderness.

Only after leaving Great Kun did Lan Changʼan finally breathe a little easier.

“The heavenly secrets are in disarray. There’s something very wrong with the lands of Great Kun.”

At this moment, the joy he had felt from obtaining the complete Evergreen Technique had completely vanished.

Just a few days ago, Lan Changʼan had received the full technique from the puppet, and was overjoyed.

Especially the section at the end describing the “Eternal Evergreen Dao Body” had filled him with deep yearning.

This was a physique that could be cultivated postnatally, claiming immunity to all evil, boundless longevity, and a slight increase in the chances of breaking through to higher realms.

After a thousand years of cultivation, barely entering the beginner level.

Three thousand years, some achievements.

Ten thousand years, one would undergo a transformation, becoming the postnatal Eternal Evergreen Dao Body.

This Dao Body could greatly extend lifespan, far beyond the standard fifty percent increase.

Before this, Lan Changʼan had only a fragmentary version of the Evergreen Technique with no systematic cultivation but had still absorbed centuries’ worth of Qi of the ages.

He only needed a few more centuries of cultivation to reach the thousand-year threshold and attain the first stage of the Dao Body.

However, after obtaining the full technique, Lan Changʼan began to feel something was off.

Arriving in Great Kun and acquiring the Evergreen Technique, perfectly fulfilling his plan, everything had all gone a bit too smoothly.

He had, after all, only been in Great Kun for two years.

He had mentally prepared for a decade or more of investigation before even getting close to his goal.

Furthermore, the completeness of the technique far exceeded expectations.

After receiving it, Lan Changʼan once again performed a divination, only to find that the heavenly secrets were chaotic and obscure, distorted by more than one unknown force.

Thinking again of Priestess Piao of the Demonic Peak Realm, he became even more convinced something was abnormal in Great Kun and hastened to leave.

For this reason, he abandoned his original plan of breaking through immediately while still in Great Kun.

What Lan Changʼan didn’t know was that the report about the Demonic Peak Realm had drawn the attention of Deity Transformation cultivators, and Yan Donglai’s coincidental encounter had thoroughly disrupted the fate of this land.

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Half a day after Lan Changʼan’s departure. Outside the borders of Great Kun, in a barren wasteland.

A streak of blood-hued moonlight flashed through the air at a terrifying speed, faster even than Lan Changʼan’s escape technique, comparable to a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

Whoosh!

From within the blood moon light, a demoness emerged, her skin tinged with moon-blue patterns, thin wings unfurling behind her. She exhaled slowly, the frost moon sigil on her brow faintly resonating with the distant lunar sky.

“Damn it! That hidden stronghold I painstakingly built in Kun Province was discovered by a Heavenly Lord Incarnation…”

She turned her pale face to glance back toward the Tiankun Mountain Range, lingering dread in her eyes.

Centered around Great Kun, she had quietly gathered remnants of the Demonic Peak Realm, descendants of devil cultivators once active in this world to establish a covert base.

Who would have thought a Heavenly Lord avatar would pinpoint the location and launch a brutal strike, utterly annihilating it?

Few survived the assault, and those who did were still being hunted down.

Fortunately, as a priestess of the Moon Demon Clan, her instincts were sharp. She was the first to sense danger and escape.

Over a dozen third- and fourth-rank demon descendants fell, buying her those precious few moments to flee.

“It must be that brat!”

Priestess Piao gritted her silvery teeth, deep hatred and killing intent flashing in her ink-blue eyes.

Back when she encountered the straw raincoat elder, a wave of familiarity struck her. She immediately summoned her people, intending to silence him.

Even though she wasn’t certain whether he had seen through her identity, she wouldn’t take chances.

Unexpectedly, the man was slippery and vanished without a trace.

Worse, he secretly exposed her background.

As ill luck would have it, a nearby wandering Heavenly Lord learned of it at just the wrong moment.

After escaping with her life, Priestess Piao gradually pieced together the truth from that familiar gaze.

After all, since arriving in the Heaven Honoured Continent, she had interacted with very few Nascent Soul cultivators.

And Priestess Piao never forgot a grudge. She vowed:

“Cunning human! When my clan descends upon this realm, you will all pay a dreadful price!”

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Three years later.

Central Great Yuan.

A streak of azure light split the skies, soaring into the Great Yu Kingdom, halting above Yunxia Sect.

Lan Changʼan’s white robes fluttered as he descended, the cuffs speckled with astral dust from foreign winds.

“True Monarch Xiang has returned to the mountain!”

The Sect Master Xuefeng and the upper elders of the Core Formation stage were visibly stunned at Lan Changʼan’s travel-worn arrival.

“…Dalong?”

Within the Zixia Peak cave-dwelling, Jiang Ziyan opened her violet, starry eyes, visibly surprised.

The last time Xiang Dalong left Great Yuan, he vanished for over a hundred years.

This most recent time, he left without notice.

She had thought it would be decades, maybe centuries or even a final farewell.

Even the imperial court of Great Yu had resigned themselves to that thought.

Who would’ve expected that after just eight years, Xiang Dalong would return to Yunxia Sect?

“In just eight cycles of spring and autumn, the sect’s fortune hasn’t diminished much.”

Lan Changʼan quietly observed.

His gaze drifted toward Yunlan Peak, his brow lifted slightly.

Someone was cultivating atop Yunlan Peak.

Whoosh—

The clouds shimmered. Heaven and earth’s spiritual energy surged, tinging the sky with a faint radiance.

“Dalong! I thought you were never coming back, so I had Haoyuan stabilize his realm here and prepare to break through to Nascent Soul on an auspicious day.”

True Monarch Purple Mist descended on jade steps to greet him, gently linking arms with Lan Changʼan, her tone apologetic.

“No matter,” Lan Changʼan replied softly, now at ease upon returning to Yunxia Sect.

Within the Yunlan Peak cultivation grounds, Jiang Haoyuan hadn’t entered the main cave, but cultivated in a temporary residence nearby.

“Ziyan has gone to great lengths. You even prepared a new Nascent Soul opportunity for Haoyuan,” Lan Changʼan commented offhandedly.

Jiang Ziyan’s expression shifted subtly, her smile somewhat stiff.

“Now that I’ve reached mid-Nascent Soul stage, acquiring the right resources has become much easier. Plus, after the war campaign of Great Yu, the sect has earned significant merit…”

In truth, this second set of resources for Haoyuan drew considerable dissatisfaction from the elders.

Yet none dared to challenge the authority of the Supreme Elder.

Typically, a cultivator who fails once at forming a Nascent Soul has a very slim chance of success the second time.

First, the backlash damages their Dao foundation, which was rarely ever restored to flawless condition.

Second, the trauma often leaves lingering fear.

Thus, even among powerful sects, second chances were rare.

But Jiang Haoyuan held special status, Purple Mist’s final disciple and direct descendant of the Jiang clan.

With no outstanding Nascent Soul seedlings emerging within Yunxia Sect, Haoyuan’s recovery of confidence and renewed resolve had persuaded Jiang Ziyan to take another risk.

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Several days later.

Boom!

The skies above Yunlan Peak burst with fading light; the gathered spiritual energy dissipated like receding tides.

At the final moment of forming his Nascent Soul, Jiang Haoyuan failed once again.

Thankfully, he survived.

True Monarch Purple Mist sighed softly, though also with a touch of relief.

She was the sect’s sole Nascent Soul True Monarch. Despite being a mid-stage powerhouse, she often felt her strength alone was not enough.

Haoyuan’s breakthrough would have been ideal, one reason she made this rare exception.

But once again, it ended in failure.

Urgh!

Inside the sealed chamber, Jiang Haoyuan vomited blood and collapsed, pale and filled with unwilling despair.

“How…how could this happen?”

“I was more experienced this time, my will resolute, fully prepared to risk everything…”

Severely wounded by the backlash, Jiang Haoyuan soon lost consciousness.

“Haoyuan…”

Purple Mist rushed into the chamber, administering a sacred healing pill.

“His will is strong, but his Dao foundation still bears flaws… Heaven’s timing was not with him.”

Lan Changʼan offered a few words of comfort.

Jiang Ziyan, clearly dispirited, said little and took her disciple away to recover.

After seeing them off, Lan Changʼan activated the grand formation of Yunlan Peak, inspecting the cave and underground palace. All was in order.

He brought Lord Earthrock and Profound Water Monarch with him and went straight to the underground palace.

Before he could act, the two spirit beasts had already replanted the Xuanmu Vine Gourd, reconnecting it with the earth vein.

Lan Changʼan shook his head quietly.

What’s with the Yunxia Sect? Why do they always try to sneak in core disciples to attempt breakthroughs behind the sect’s lucky star?

First Jiang Haoyuan, twice.

Then, long ago, Immortal Yunqing.

Three failed Nascent Soul attempts, each time when Lan Changʼan and the gourd vine were away.

Lan Changʼan could have intervened. He could have helped Jiang Haoyuan repair his foundation; a second breakthrough wouldn’t have been difficult.

Even the baptism from his Heavenly Demon Secret Art would have improved the chances of surviving the heart demon tribulation.

But ever since Jiang Ziyan advanced to mid-stage Nascent Soul, Haoyuan had slowly lost reverence for him.

There was also a rift in his relationship with Jiang Ziyan.

In such a situation, Lan Changʼan saw no reason to reveal his methods or aid Haoyuan in mending his foundation and increasing the odds of success.

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After the Xuanmu Vine took root, Lan Changʼan returned once again to the cave-dwelling atop Yunlan Peak.

He entered seclusion to cultivate, refining the complete Evergreen Technique he had obtained.

He carefully adjusted his state of mind and spirit, awaiting the perfect moment to break through.

Two months passed.

When Lan Changʼan’s essence, spirit, and energy reached perfection, he no longer hesitated, he began his assault on the bottleneck of his realm.

Above Yunlan Peak. It was as if an invisible void had formed, drawing in the boundless spiritual energy surrounding the fourth-rank spirit veins of Yunxia Sect.

Though a minor realm breakthrough would not trigger the grand phenomena of a Nascent Soul Tribulation, cultivators of the same level nearby could still sharply sense the disturbance.

“Dalong reached the peak of early-stage Nascent Soul not that long ago. He’s already attempting to break through to the mid-stage?”

Even Purple Mist True Monarch was visibly surprised.

She didn’t believe Xiang Dalong could truly advance so easily.

All those seasoned Nascent Soul cultivators in the cultivation world, who among them hadn’t stumbled repeatedly at these bottlenecks?

If breaking through minor realm barriers were truly this simple, mid-stage Nascent Soul powerhouses wouldn’t be so rare.

Half a day later.

The spiritual energy atop Yunlan Peak surged like a tidal sea, followed by an overwhelming spiritual pressure.

That pressure hovered at the pinnacle of the early Nascent Soul stage, hammering again and again at the bottleneck ahead.

Jiang Ziyan felt her heart tremble. Each of those surging waves of force seemed fiercer than what she herself had mustered when breaching her own bottleneck years ago.

After the time of half a stick of incense, a thunderous boom echoed through the clouds.

Above the cave-dwelling, radiant light spiraled through the sky. Verdant vitality burst forth among the peaks. Trees and plants within several li shot up visibly, as if reborn in spring.

Then, a vast, unfathomable pressure of pure spiritual power slowly settled across Yunlan Peak.

“Mid-stage Nascent Soul… He actually succeeded in a single attempt…”

Jiang Ziyan’s delicate face shifted colors. Her jade-like hand clenched tight in disbelief.

What she had toiled for, plotted and struggled over two hundred years to achieve, Xiang Dalong had crossed in a single effortless step.

The spiritual pressure now emanating from Yunlan Peak was unmistakably at the mid-stage Nascent Soul level and even more powerful than when she herself had broken through.

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In the secret chamber atop Yunlan Peak.

“So this is the mid-stage of Nascent Soul! My spiritual sense and magical power have doubled compared to before!”

Lan Changʼan’s eyes gleamed with light as he circulated the surging tide of spiritual power within him.

At this moment, he felt that a mere flick of his hand could crush his former early-stage self with ease.

Whether it was the quality of his magical power, endurance, or explosive strength, it had all ascended to a whole new level.

The Azure Profound Sword Formation, along with all his potent magical treasures, would now rise in power alongside his elevated cultivation.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lan! Just one more step, and you’ll stand at the very peak of the human realm.”

The green-skinned middle-aged commander puppet Wei entered from the adjacent chamber and smiled warmly in congratulation.

“The peak of the human realm is still far off,” Lan Changʼan replied with a smile and a shake of the head.

Though Puppet Master Wei’s flattery was pleasing, he dared not harbor such lofty delusions.

The world of cultivation was ever-changing and perilous. One had to at least reach the Deity Transformation stage or attain the legendary Great Cultivator status like Yan Donglai before one could claim to stand atop the human realm.

That said, with the surge in his magical power, a newfound confidence now swelled within him.

If he were to return to Great Qing now, he could reshape the landscape of the cultivation world, driving the Six Demonic Sects from the Eastern Region by his own strength.

Even here in Great Yuan, he felt he could now wrestle with any of the top three Great Cultivators without fear!