Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

244: Chapter 244 Finally, I met my master in person!Feng Bage felt his entire body wrapped in a soft light, his whole being becoming weightless, as if he were a piece of duckweed drifting with the current.

Once that force dissipated, his feet were back on solid ground.

Beneath his feet were clouds, yet they felt as firm as a floor paved with white jade.

Looking around at the vast sea of clouds, he saw palaces standing majestically in the distance, radiating ten thousand rays of golden light and a thousand streaks of auspicious qi.

The grandeur of that palace and the majesty of its Aura were things Feng Bage had never seen before in his life.

Above the palace gates hung a giant plaque with three large characters written on it: Hall of Longevity.

His gaze swept around, seeing the boundless expanse before the hall where Spiritual Plants and Spiritual Flowers grew everywhere, their medicinal and floral fragrances intertwining in a way that was refreshing to the soul.

The most eye-catching among them was a Nine-Colored Giant Tree, its leaves shimmering with brilliant colors.

Beside the tree was an Illusory Green Lotus, seemingly present yet not, floating quietly and emitting a profound and mysterious Dao Rhyme.

While Feng Bage was secretly marvelling, the gates of the Hall of Longevity opened silently on their own.

A voice came from within the hall: ”Since you have arrived, come inside.”

The voice was neither as cold and deep as Revered Master Ming He’s, nor as peaceful and gentle as Revered Master Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang’s, but when Feng Bage heard it, his heart skipped a beat.

He recognized this voice.

Back in the Spirit Realm, when he was being surrounded and attacked, it was the owner of this voice who had called down a sky full of thunder at the critical moment, reducing the enemies present to ashes.

Later in the Demon Realm, it was again the owner of this voice who had bestowed a Cultivation Technique and Magic Treasure from afar, helping him reach where he was today.

Feng Bage immediately straightened his robes and strode into the hall.

The furnishings inside the hall were simple yet extraordinary. A Daoist dressed in black robes sat cross-legged on a meditation mat; he had a young face, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

This person was Gu Yan.

Without hesitation, Feng Bage knelt on both knees and kowtowed respectfully, ”Disciple Feng Bage pays respects to Revered Master.”

Gu Yan nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

Speaking of which, this Disciple in name only was taken in by Ming He back then.

At that time, he had used the haotian mirror to see that Feng Bage’s future killing nature was too heavy, so he wanted him to have the constraints of a sect to at least reduce his killing karma.

But after so many years, this fellow still killed those who needed killing and hacked those who needed hacking; it seemed nothing had changed.

However, having said that, he actually quite liked Feng Bage.

Gu Yan raised his hand to signal him to rise, casually chatting about his recent cultivation progress and asking some questions about the Xuanhuang Realm.

Feng Bage answered them one by one, his speech very respectful.

Once the small talk was over, Gu Yan changed the subject: ”You have now reached the Tribulation Crossing Peak. Have you ever wondered who you actually are?”

Feng Bage was stunned, his face showing confusion: ”Disciple... is just your Disciple. What does Revered Master mean by this?”

Gu Yan answered with a question: ”During your cultivation until now, have you ever had any strange feelings? For example, memories that shouldn’t belong to you?”

Feng Bage frowned slightly, pondering for a moment before saying, ”Now that you mention it... I occasionally have some dreams.”

”The dreams contain some bizarre scenes that don’t seem like things I’ve experienced at all.”

”I originally thought it was caused by the Heart Demon arising from killing too many people and demons, so I didn’t pay it any mind.”

Gu Yan nodded gently, ”That was not a Heart Demon.”

He beckoned with his hand, and the haotian mirror emerged from the Void Realm.

Gu Yan flicked a finger, sending a streak of spiritual light into the mirror, and several scenes immediately appeared on its surface.

”Look.”

Feng Bage focused his gaze, and the scenes in the mirror flickered past like a kaleidoscope.

He saw a vast starry sky, with a crimson star at the center radiating brilliant light.

Within that star sat a figure dressed in a crimson divine robe, possessing great majesty; it was the God of Yinghuo Star.

That was his first life.

In the Immortal Realm, he was the Yinghuo Star God, a powerhouse of the Immortal King Realm.

The scene shifted; the Yinghuo Star God had offended the Cang Emperor over something and was stripped of his divine office, cast down to the mortal world to undergo Reincarnation life after life.

He passed through dozens of lives, sometimes as a human, sometimes as a beast, or even as plants, tasting every kind of suffering.

Until one life, he met Ming He and was taken in as a Disciple, finally finding the correct path of cultivation.

The scenes in the mirror faded, and Feng Bage remained speechless for a long time.

Gu Yan said, ”The Way of Killing Life Divine Ability you practice, as well as that Godly Power of the Colorless Realm, are all skills you already mastered in your past life.”

”It’s just that Reincarnation erased the memories, but the Divine Abilities were etched into your soul.”

Feng Bage remained silent for a long while, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He had never imagined he would have such an origin.

Seeing his changing expression, Gu Yan spoke up, ”From now on, practice peacefully in this Grotto-Heaven. Even if you don’t rely on the Way of Killing Life in the future, it will not be difficult for you to return to the Immortal King Realm.”

”If one day you wish to return to the Immortal Realm to seek justice from the Cang Emperor, your Revered Master will back you up.”

Feng Bage’s heart warmed, and he immediately bowed again, ”Disciple... thanks Revered Master.”

Gu Yan waved his hand, indicating no need for formalities, ”Go. There are many palaces in this Grotto-Heaven; just find an empty one to stay in.”

”If you want to walk around and see the sights, that is up to you as well.”

Feng Bage respectfully took his leave and exited the Hall of Longevity.

He did not immediately look for a palace to settle in, but first wandered around the various parts of the Grotto-Heaven.

This walk lasted for more than half a day.

The more he saw, the more shocked he became, and the more delighted he felt.

This Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven was just like the Xuanhuang Realm, with scenes of great unity everywhere.

The ten thousand races lived in harmony, each attending to their own business with very little conflict or killing.

The mountains and rivers were beautiful, the vegetation was lush, and a harmonious and friendly atmosphere permeated the world.

There was no coldness of the law of the jungle, and no anxiety of living in constant danger.

To be honest, Feng Bage actually liked this very much.

Although he was bloodthirsty to the bone, he never took pleasure in bullying the weak.

The people and demons he killed were all those who deserved to die.

Now, being in such an orderly and vibrant world, he instead felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.