Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

98: Chapter 98 Even in death, the demonic heart remains unrepentant!Time flows like water; another three years passed.

Gu Yan was now four hundred and nineteen years old, and he remained at the ninth level of the Undergoing Tribulation Realm.

Inside the Longevity Peak Immortal Cave, he sat cross-legged, his surrounding aura thickened to the extreme.

He was only one step away from becoming a Human Immortal.

But he was in no hurry.

In one more year, he would be able to draw a new trait.

It was only a year’s time; there was no harm in waiting.

Gu Yan withdrew his thoughts, his gaze falling upon the haotian mirror before him.

He was currently deducing the subsequent Realms of the ”Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture” Cultivation Technique.

This technique, which even Mortals could Cultivate, was originally only capable of reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm.

However, after several years of deduction by the haotian mirror, it had now been extended to the Mahayana Realm.

Above Spirit Transformation is Void Refining.

What is Void Refining?

One who refines the void refines away the illusory to perceive the truth.

From Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation, a Cultivator Cultivates the ’substantial’.

Substantial spiritual energy—also called dharmic power—as well as a substantial Physical Body and a substantial Divine Soul.

But upon reaching the Void Refining Realm, one Cultivates the ’void’.

This void refers to the Void Realm, nothingness, and illusion.

What a Void Refining Cultivator must do is merge themselves with the power of the void between heaven and earth, drawing energy from the void and allowing the void to contain their being.

This step is a true, massive barrier.

Once crossed, the difference is as vast as heaven and earth.

From then on, a Void Refining Cultivator’s Lifespan is theoretically limitless.

As long as they can withstand the Lightning Tribulation encountered during Breakthrough, as well as the Great Heavenly Tribulations that occur every three thousand years—each stronger than the last—they need not worry about their Lifespan.

Survive it once, and live for three thousand years.

If one keeps surviving them, they can theoretically achieve eternal life.

Of course, in practice, few can achieve this.

The Great Heavenly Tribulations become more brutal each time; those who can survive three to five are already as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Regardless, the Void Refining Realm is the Realm where one truly departs from the category of Mortals.

No matter how strong a Soul Transformation Cultivator is, there will come a day when their Lifespan is exhausted.

But a Void Refining Cultivator can live on forever as long as the Heavenly Tribulations do not destroy them.

This is Void Refining.

Above Void Refining is Body Integration.

In Body Integration, the Divine Soul and Physical Body merge into one, and one merges with the Laws of heaven and earth.

At this stage, the Cultivator themselves becomes a small world; with every gesture, they can invoke the augmentation of the Laws of heaven and earth.

Above that is Mahayana.

The Mahayana stage is simply waiting for the tribulation to undergo Ascension.

The haotian mirror had already completed the deduction for all three of these Realms.

It sounded simple, but Gu Yan knew that the extraordinary nature of this was far more than that.

The most Heaven-Defying aspect of this technique wasn’t how high it could reach, but that Mortals could also Cultivate it.

That was the key.

If Spiritual Root restrictions were ignored, given the perspective of the ”Primordial Chaos Genesis Sutra of the Limitless Great Five Elements” that Gu Yan cultivated...

Combined with the highest grade innate spirit treasure, the haotian mirror, it wouldn’t be impossible to deduce a technique that could reach the Immortal King Realm at minimum.

But what use would that be?

Without a Spiritual Root, one still couldn’t practice it.

The ”Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture” was different.

It truly did not pick based on Aptitude, only asking of one’s true heart.

As long as one had a heart seeking the Dao, they could enter the path.

This was its greatest value.

Gu Yan waved his hand, and several Jade Slips flew out.

A moment later, several presences received the Jade Slips.

Senior Sister Lin Wei.

Old Chen.

Xuan Chenzi Xuan Chenzi.

Yun Chenzi Yun Chenzi.

All were core figures of the Taiyi Dao Sect.

After finishing this, Gu Yan withdrew his gaze and suddenly remembered something.

With a thought, he performed a divining calculation.

Feng Jiuge?

This kid seems to be facing a tribulation recently.

Gu Yan’s brows twitched slightly.

Back then, although he was taken in by the evil body You Hun, You Hun’s Disciple was naturally his Disciple as well.

When his own Disciple was in trouble, he couldn’t just ignore it.

He waved his hand, and the images in the haotian mirror shifted.

A moment later, the scene in the mirror gradually became clear.

...

Spirit Realm, Middle Earth.

It was currently dusk.

The setting sun on the horizon was like blood, staining the entire world a deep crimson.

That red was so thick it wouldn’t disperse, like blood spilled from the heavens, or like the burning fires of karma.

Among the mountains, countless Cultivators stood in the void.

Some stood on Flying Swords, some atop pagodas, some sat on lotus pedestals, and some were surrounded by various Magic Treasures.

Densely packed, there were at least a thousand people.

And among these people, the lowest cultivation was the Nascent Soul Realm.

The highest clearly possessed the aura of the Void Refining Realm.

They formed a large circle, and in the center was a battered and exhausted figure.

Feng Jiuge.

At this moment, he no longer had even a shred of the high-spiritedness he had years ago.

His robes were torn, he was covered in blood, and his hair hung disheveled over his shoulders.

That Top-Grade Magic Treasure, the lesser heavenly cycle star ring, which should have been brilliant with starlight, was now dim and lusterless, its body covered in cracks, seemingly ruined.

He knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a broken sword, gasping for breath.

There was no escape.

”Little devil!” the leading Void Refining Cultivator spoke coldly.

”Do not dream of resisting further. You have committed many slaughters, and your hands are stained with blood. Today is the day you die!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a female Cultivator stepped out from the crowd.

She had a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivation and was not bad-looking, but her face was currently full of hatred, her eyes filled with venom.

”Feng Jiuge!” she ground out through clenched teeth.

”You damned little devil! Back then, you took advantage of my secluded cultivation and unstable cultivation to steal my purity, and you even slaughtered my entire sect! From that moment on, I have wanted nothing more than to eat your flesh and drink your blood!”

”Today, I will make you wish you were dead!”

Feng Jiuge: ”...”

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he only gave a cold laugh.

Slander.

Pure slander.

He, Feng Jiuge, had killed countless people, but he never denied it.

He remembered why he killed every single person he had slain.

But this female Cultivator?

He had never even seen her.

Much less done anything like ’stealing her purity’.

But he disdained explaining.

Explain what?

Would an explanation be useful?

These people had already convicted him in their hearts long ago.

Whatever he said would be dismissed as sophistry.

Since that was the case, why say more.

Feng Jiuge leaned on his broken sword and slowly stood up.

He looked around at the gazes—some indifferent, some hateful, some mocking—and suddenly laughed toward the heavens.

”To kill those who deserve to be killed makes one a devil?”

”To punish those who deserve to be punished makes one an evil spirit?”

His laughter gradually stopped, and his gaze became as cold as frost.

”If that is the case—”

”Then I, Feng Jiuge, am a devil!”

”I am an evil spirit!”

”In this life, I, Feng Jiuge, have no regrets about killing all those who deserved to die!”

”If there is a next life—”

”I will still be an evil spirit!”

”Even if I fall, my demonic heart still does not regret!”

As his voice fell, the surroundings went silent.

The Void Refining Cultivator frowned: ”Devil, even at death’s door you refuse to repent! Die!”

He raised his hand, about to give the order to attack.

However, at that very instant, the sky suddenly split open!

A massive crack spread down from the depths of the firmament.

Within the crack, thunderclouds surged.

Purple-black lightning darted through the clouds, emitting a terrifying aura that could destroy everything.

All the Cultivators were stunned.

This is...

What’s happening?

Before they could react, the lightning moved.

Bolts of lightning fell from the crack, precisely locking onto every single person.

BOOM!!!

Over a thousand bolts of lightning struck down simultaneously.

There were no screams.

No struggling.

No one even had time to make any reaction.

Those Cultivators—the lowest at Nascent Soul, the highest at Void Refining—were turned to ashes in an instant, with not even a speck remaining.

Between heaven and earth, there was a deathly silence.

The female Cultivator stood rooted to the spot, her whole body trembling.

She had also been struck by lightning.

But she hadn’t died.

She was merely charred black and in a wretched state.

She didn’t understand what had happened.

Why was everyone else dead, while only she remained alive?

Feng Jiuge was also stunned.

He looked up at the slowly healing crack in the sky, and a voice suddenly reached his ears:

”Disciple, how to deal with this woman is up to you.”

The voice was indifferent and calm.

Feng Jiuge, however, was shaken to the core.

This voice... was very similar to his Revered Master, You Hun.

But it also seemed somewhat different.

Yet the other party called him Disciple.

Could it be... truly Revered Master?

It must be Revered Master!

Besides Revered Master, who would save him at a time like this? Who could save him with such means?

Feng Jiuge immediately knelt and bowed deeply toward the sky:

”Disciple Feng Jiuge thanks Revered Master for saving my life! Revered Master’s great kindness is something this Disciple will never forget!”

There was no response.

The crack in the sky healed completely, as if nothing had ever happened.

But Feng Jiuge knew that Revered Master had heard him.

In the distance, the female Cultivator finally came to her senses.

She looked at the empty sky around her and at the fellow Cultivators who had been reduced to nothing, a look of extreme terror appearing on her face.

Then she saw Feng Jiuge.

She saw Feng Jiuge slowly standing up, holding that broken sword, walking toward her step by step.

”No... don’t...” She retreated, trembling.

”I... I was forced! They forced me to say that! It was that Void Refining Cultivator, he said if I identified you, he would give me benefits! I had no choice, I really had no choice...”

”I beg you, spare me! I’ll do anything! I can serve you, I can be your Cauldron, I can...”

Pfft.

A flash of sword light.

Her words came to an abrupt halt.

Feng Jiuge withdrew his broken sword and looked at the corpse on the ground, expressionless.

Slandering him was one thing.

But he never regretted his killings.

...

Longevity Peak.

Gu Yan looked at the images in the haotian mirror and nodded slightly.

He was very satisfied with Feng Jiuge’ attitude.

That female Cultivator was lying; he had seen through it long ago.

But how to handle it was Feng Jiuge’ own business.

To kill or to let go, it was all up to him.

Now that Feng Jiuge chose to kill, it suited his wishes.

Some things are not worth forgiving.

Some people do not deserve to live.

Gu Yan raised his hand and put away the haotian mirror.

One more year.

In a year, he would be able to draw a new trait.

Speaking of which, he had been drawing for so many years and had never once drawn the lowest-level grey trait.

The worst trait, Floating Life Like a Dream, was of purple quality.

Being able to spar and battle with anyone he had seen within a dream was a quite good effect.

He wondered what he would draw this time.

Gu Yan withdrew his thoughts and continued his closed-door cultivation.

A year’s time would pass very quickly.