Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

170: Chapter 170 The Five Elements Immortal Golden Body of the Great Luo Heaven!Gu Yan’s consciousness returned to his body.

He opened his eyes, his mind still savoring what he had seen and heard in the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams.

The strength of that Nightmare had truly taken him by surprise.

With a thought, Gu Yan activated the trait ”Floating Life Like a Dream · Purple” and entered his own dreamscape.

He wanted to test his skills and see exactly how strong this thing was.

Gu Yan then unleashed all his methods—Sentient Life Sword Intent, Laws, Divine Abilities, and Magic Treasures; he used everything at his disposal.

The result... it couldn’t be killed.

The Nightmare was beaten back repeatedly, its body covered in wounds, but it remained immortal and indestructible.

Every time it was injured, a surge of power would gush from the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams, instantly restoring it to its original state.

Gu Yan stopped his assault, lost in thought.

This Nightmare was bound to the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams.

As long as the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams was not destroyed, it would not die.

This thing was an excellent home guardian.

Unfortunately, it could not leave the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams.

Otherwise, if he could take it out and place it in his Grotto-Heaven, it would be a massive combat asset.

Gu Yan woke up and thought of the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords again.

That place had no Dao Fruits and no exotic beasts.

Compared to the Place of Origin of Ten Thousand Dreams, the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords was truly a bit shabby.

Could it be that there was something about the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords that he didn’t know?

Gu Yan thought for a moment, raised his hand to summon the haotian mirror, and tried to deduce the secrets of the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords.

Light flowed across the mirror’s surface, and after a moment, it returned to calm.

No clues at all.

Gu Yan frowned and tried again.

It was still the same.

It was as if the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords was just that simple, with no hidden secrets.

Gu Yan shook his head and stopped overthinking it.

Perhaps the Place of Origin of Myriad Swords was just like that; the Dao of the Sword was a path of slaughter, emphasizing purity, and didn’t need so many bells and whistles.

Thinking this, he put the matter out of his mind.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty years passed.

In the Hall of Longevity, Gu Yan’s cultivation reached the Golden Immortal Second Level.

He had to admit, Breakthroughs in the Golden Immortal Realm were indeed not simple.

One must know that his cultivation conditions could be described as luxurious.

The nine-qi chaoyuan tree and the chaos green lotus phantom dao seed breathed out various types of Spiritual Qi day and night without stopping.

He alone absorbed ninety percent of the output from these two top-tier Spiritual Qi sources, leaving only ten percent to dissipate into the Grotto-Heaven world.

In addition, there were the bonuses from the red trait Foundation of the Great Dao and various other amplification traits.

Under such conditions, it still took twenty years to break through to the Golden Immortal Second Level.

He didn’t dare imagine how slow his cultivation speed would become once he reached the Immortal King Realm or even the Immortal Emperor Realm.

But that was still far off.

There was no use thinking so much; he would just take it one step at a time.

Gu Yan reined in his thoughts, looked inward, and examined his Cultivation Technique.

As his Realm increased, the ”Primordial Chaos Genesis Sutra of the Limitless Great Five Elements” would naturally allow him to comprehend a corresponding Divine Ability for every major Realm.

From Qi Refining until now, he had already comprehended quite a few.

The Divine Ability comprehended in the Heavenly Immortal Realm focused on the unity of heaven and man and sensing the Heavenly Dao; it was called the ”Great Luo Heaven Five Elements Heavenly Mandate Divine Curse.”

It used the power of the Five Elements to communicate with the Mandate of Heaven—words became Law, and the fall of the curse meant the death of the enemy.

In the True Immortal Realm, returning to simplicity and refining the true self, the Divine Ability was called the ”Great Lofty Heaven Five Elements True Self Dao Body.”

It condensed a Five Elements True Self Dao Body; as long as the Dao Body was not destroyed, the original body would not be harmed. It could divide and merge, possessing profound and unpredictable mysteries.

In the Profound Immortal Realm, seeing through Laws and touching the underlying rules of the world’s operation, the Divine Ability was called the ”Great Lofty Heaven Five Elements Law Seal.”

Using the power of the Five Elements Laws to condense a Seal, it could Seal an enemy’s Divine Abilities, Seal the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and even Seal the operations of an entire world.

In the Golden Immortal Realm, where the golden nature is immortal and indestructible through ten thousand tribulations, the Divine Ability was called the ”Great Lofty Heaven Five Elements Immortal Golden Body.”

The Five Elements circulate, eternal and indestructible.

Once the Golden Body was activated, it was difficult for any technique to harm it; it could even withstand the attacks of an Immortal Emperor level.

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Spirit Realm, Eastern Continent, Azure Wave Sect.

In a quiet Immortal Cave in the back mountains of the Azure Wave Sect, a black figure sat cross-legged.

It was Ghostly Soul.

Over the years, the Spirit Realm had seen shifting winds and clouds. In the Northern Plains, there was the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable; in the Western Barrens, the Great Peng Demon King; and in the Central Lands, the Righteous Path Alliance stood ready, with undercurrents surging among all factions.

But none of these matters had anything to do with Ghostly Soul.

His days were far too monotonous.

Every day was nothing more than sitting in meditation, with the occasional stroll around the Azure Wave Sect.

Whatever his original body was plotting, it no longer shared those plans with him.

Ghostly Soul often felt: had the bond between himself, this Incarnation, and the original body grown thin?

Of course, it was just a passing thought.

He was a derivation of Gu Yan’s original will, not an independent personality.

Aside from having the name Ghostly Soul, his essence was still Gu Yan.

Such thoughts were merely a bit of boredom born from the long passage of time.

On this day, while Ghostly Soul was meditating in his cave, his expression suddenly changed.

Eight hundred miles away from the Azure Wave Sect, an aura was approaching.

Tribulation Crossing Realm Ninth Level.

Ghostly Soul raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a spark of interest.

He knew the origins of most Tribulation Crossing Realm experts in the Spirit Realm.

But he had never sensed this person’s aura before; it was very unfamiliar.

Moreover, the person was accompanied by the sound of a flute.

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Eight hundred miles from the Azure Wave Sect, on a winding mountain path, a figure was walking slowly.

It was a being that appeared to be a human woman, tall in stature, wearing a plain white dress, with hair like a waterfall and a cold, indifferent face.

She held a jade flute in her hand and was playing it as she walked.

The flute music was melodious, echoing through the mountains and fields.

But strangely, the birds and beasts she passed showed no reaction at all, and the passing travelers were completely unaware.

It was as if the flute music simply did not exist.

In fact, it truly did not exist.

The flute music this person played was not within the auditory range of the mortal world.

It was the Sound of Spiritual Charm, which could only be heard by beings who had reached a certain level of cultivation and had an understanding of melody.

The woman’s name was Yingluo.

She was not of the Human Race.

She was a powerhouse of the Spirit Race.

The so-called Spirit Race was a collective term used in the Spirit Realm for a certain class of beings.

Mountain and river spirits, ancient trees that gained sentience, exotic gases that took form, and things blessed by the creation of heaven and earth could all be classified into the Spirit Race.

The Spirit Race was fundamentally different from the Yao Race.

The Yao Race consisted of birds, beasts, plants, and Essence Spirits that gained intelligence through cultivation, retaining their racial instincts.

The Spirit Race, however, often originated from some special spiritual object in the world that naturally birthed intelligence over long ages.

They mostly had no fixed form and could transform into humans or return to their original bodies.

In the past, the most powerful group in the Spirit Realm was the Spirit Race.

That was in the ancient era before the rise of the Human Race in the Spirit Realm, when Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was abundant, spiritual objects were everywhere, and Spirit Race powerhouses emerged in succession, dominating the operation of the entire Spirit Realm.

However, later on, the Human Race caught up and surpassed them.

The Human Race reproduced quickly, had a complete cultivation system, and established numerous Sects, gradually taking the dominant position in the Spirit Realm.

On the Spirit Race’s side, there was always one problem: they lacked a sense of collective identity.

Members of the Spirit Race rarely referred to themselves as a single race.

A sentient wondrous stone would not feel that it was of the same race as an ancient tree that had become a spirit.

They simply did as they pleased, cultivating and living their lives individually.

I am me, and he is he.

Although other beings collectively called them the Spirit Race, in their own hearts, this sense of identity was extremely weak.

Yingluo was the same.

Her true form was a spirit nurturing heavenly sound stone.

This stone had endured countless ages, absorbing the essence of the world’s melodies, eventually nurturing intelligence.

She was born with an indissoluble bond with the Dao of Melody, using the flute as her medium and sound as her Law, possessing great divine powers.

Ten thousand years ago, Yingluo fell into a dream within a Secret Realm.

That dream was too long, too blurred; she sank into it and slept for ten thousand years.

As for why she fell asleep or why she woke up, she wasn’t entirely sure herself.

She only felt that something in the dark had been touched, and that long dream had dissipated.

After waking up, Yingluo wanted to see what the Spirit Realm looked like ten thousand years later.

So she left her place of seclusion and traveled, stopping and starting along the way.

Her favorite thing to do was play her flute.

Her flute music was her way of conversing with heaven and earth, as well as her means of expressing her state of mind.

She played when she was happy, when she was sad, when she saw beautiful scenery, and when she remembered the past.

It was just that her flute music could not be heard by ordinary people.