Born with immortal seed

Chapter 880 The Unexplained Progress of the Great Dao Divine Power

"You've entered my cave?"

Bai Zichen believed that the world in the mirror had been swept away by the real river of time and plunged into it.

After all, this long river spans the past and present, transcends distance, and encompasses countless secrets.

He had personally witnessed the dark shadows that blotted out the sky and the ancient, immortal corpses.

This is still within a safe range; if the consequences are disregarded, it wouldn't be surprising to see anything further upstream or downstream.

To his utter surprise, the Twelve-Winged Spring and Autumn Cicada and the Time Tributary, which almost killed him, appeared in the Shaohua Cave.

It was no illusion or phantom; the heavy, oppressive feeling made the ground of the cave sink a little.

The tributaries of time have become the Milky Way overhead, and the twelve-winged cicada of spring and autumn hangs upside down, its wings folded, the intense true meaning of time hanging like raindrops forming a curtain.

After the tremor in Shaohua Cave, it seemed as if something had happened, yet it also seemed as if nothing had happened at all.

The sky suddenly changed color, with clouds rising and falling in a hurry.

The alternation between light and dark in the sky is several times faster than before.

Like a giant whose eyelids open and close constantly, each opening and closing marks the passage of time.

The growth of spiritual plants, the transformation of mountains and rivers, all happened on fast-forward.

"The river of time... the twelve-winged cicada of spring and autumn... where am I?"

Bai Taotao awoke with a start, her eyes wide open, wondering if she had been too eager to make progress and had fallen into a delusional state.

As an innate spiritual root closely related to the Great Dao of Twilight, it was born in a lower position than the Great Dao of Time.

That's why she was powerless against Bai Zichen back then and quickly surrendered.

Its sensitivity to the river of time and the twelve-winged cicada of spring and autumn is unmatched by any other living being.

Only when the flow of time in the grotto changed, and even the sunlight contained the true meaning of time, did it dare to believe that the scene before it was not an illusion.

"Could it be that Master is truly destined to become the second Heavenly Emperor, ruling over time... and we too will benefit from it and share in the lower realms of the Great Dao?"

Bai Taotao is the transformed form of the Twilight Peach, and tracing back further, it is the Five Virtues Longevity Peach. If Bai Zichen truly achieves enlightenment one day, it will definitely be the one that benefits the most among all his natal spirit beasts.

Although it had long held its master in a very high position, this miraculous change stirred up the deepest ambitions buried in its heart.

Perhaps, that day will truly come...

Seeing that the rules of the grotto-heaven were undergoing dramatic changes, he quickly sat down and entered a meditative state, trying to understand the benefits of the changes to himself.

The Great Way of Time manifests itself, within reach; a day of enlightenment is equivalent to a hundred years of arduous cultivation.

……

"How could this be... People from the same origin attract each other, so they should be integrated into the river of time."

Bai Zichen couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. If there were still fortuitous encounters when one was just starting out in the Dao, one should understand that there are no gifts without a reason when one reaches his level.

Especially those related to the Avenue of Time, they're practically labeled as belonging to the Heavenly Emperor.

If one cannot be considered a true immortal in a general fusion, then what about a Mahayana True Immortal?

The worst thing is to work diligently and tirelessly, overcoming all obstacles to reach the finish line, only to find that you've done all the work for someone else.

However, upon closer examination, it appears that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

The destruction of the Nine Heavens Bone Forging Technique greatly reduced his strength, especially since the loss of the Supreme Sword Bone and the Unparalleled Sword Bone slowed his cultivation speed by 20%.

But the changes in Shaohua Cave are enough to make up for these.

The grotto-heaven accumulates true meaning, causing the difference in the flow of time between the inside and outside to be shortened from 60 years to 30 years, while the effect remains unchanged.

Needless to say, every great divine power soared to the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, one can return to any point in time from the previous moment.

Stepping into the passage of time, hiding deep within the river of time for a quarter of an hour, no supernatural power can be bestowed upon you.

The innate youthful energy can cause a spiritual plant to grow for 100,000 years in an instant.

Manipulating time allows one to travel up and down the river of time, cutting into the opponent's previous and next year.

All of the above-mentioned divine abilities can be activated once every thirty years.

"Strange, the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword hasn't improved at all, even though I have the deepest understanding and have been immersed in this divine power the longest..."

Bai Zichen looked doubtful. It was certainly a good thing that his strength had improved, but he had already passed the stage of knowing what but not why.

To advance to the Fusion stage, one must not leave even the slightest hidden danger.

The river of time rushed by, and everything before us seemed unchanged, while the Mirror of Three Lives fell to the ground.

The mirror was dull and covered with spiderweb-like cracks, so shattered that it could not be repaired.

Even if it can be repaired, without that time tributary and the twelve-winged cicada of spring and autumn, it will no longer possess the power of the rare treasure of the land.

"My Great Dao realm has reached an unprecedented peak, but the emptiness of my physical body is also unprecedented... Originally, my nine immortal bones were connected, comparable to a quasi-seventh-level body cultivator, but now I have no advantage in ordinary Void Refinement."

Exchanging one's physical body for a higher realm of cultivation is definitely a worthwhile trade; no one in the cultivation world would refuse such an exchange.

However, this means that Bai Zichen can no longer act so recklessly when facing cultivators of the same level.

In the past, relying on the Nine Heavens Bone Forging Technique, it was almost impossible for the Void Refiner to hurt him. Even if there were sinister secret techniques, they could be blocked by different immortal bones.

Moreover, the removal of nine immortal bones at once consumed a great deal of essence to replenish them, leaving the primordial spirit looking much more haggard.

If we don't make up for it soon, not only will our cultivation not improve, but our foundation will also be affected.

"Among the spiritual herbs I possess, the first one that can consolidate essence and invigorate blood is the Red Ganoderma, but it is only a thousand years old..."

The most valuable medicinal herbs in his possession are not in the Rotten Axe Mountain Herb Garden, but are all cultivated in the Shaohua Cave.

He, the master of this grotto-heaven, can do just as well regulate wind and rain and supply spiritual energy as a plant master.

The greatest advantage of the medicinal garden is that it shortens the growth time of spiritual plants, and Shaohua Cave will only do an even better job of it.

That red Ganoderma was transplanted from Rotten Axe Mountain, and a separate hilltop was set aside for its cultivation.

Several spiritual springs, tens of thousands of acres of nourishing grass, and tens of thousands of feet of Jiuyang soil were all created for the red fungus.

Bai Zichen remained silent for a long time, his chest heaving as he exhaled the primordial essence of youth.

A gray aura swept across, rapidly spreading throughout the entire mountain peak, causing all crops to undergo dramatic changes.

With a loud rumble, it felt as if something was churning beneath the ground, and pillars of earth emerged from the surface.

The red Ganoderma lucidum plant spread out its hanging branches, which were originally no bigger than a palm, but in an instant grew to cover half an acre.

The golden rings, one after another, testify to the age of the red fungus.

From a thousand years to a hundred thousand years, only a moment has passed.

“Spiritual herbs that grow from the innate essence are different from normal spiritual plants. Their medicinal power may be the same, but there is absolutely no possibility of them giving birth to spiritual plant spirits.”

Bai Zichen gently plucked the red fungus, which shrank to the size of a millstone as if startled, emitting a strong, almost scorching fragrance.

Just from smelling it, a warm current rushed through my limbs and bones, and my complexion became much rosier.

This item can be used to refine pills, maximizing their medicinal power. With the addition of auxiliary materials, it can yield at least ten spiritual pills.

Each elixir has a similar effect, but it can supply ten people at once.

The proper use of Ganoderma lucidum is self-evident; no one would do something as foolish as using a cow to chew on a peony.

But that doesn't work with Bai Zichen; cost-effectiveness is the least useful thing to him.

The top priority is to repair the physical body as quickly and effectively as possible and restore the vital essence to its peak state.

With a flick of his fingers, the red fungus swayed back and forth, forming a red thread that burrowed into his body.

Wow!
The qi and blood surged and became tangible, and a crimson dragon burst out from the Niwan Palace, writhing wildly.

Each refined fingertip-sized piece of red fungus yields enough essence to fill a person at the peak of the Void Refinement stage.

He was like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing massive amounts of essence, and yet no abnormalities appeared in his body.

Only after the entire red Ganoderma lucidum was completely refined did the essence become fully replenished, the shadow at the location where the immortal bones disappeared vanished, and a slight swelling sensation was felt.

Bai Zichen opened his eyes, his pupils shimmering with a brilliance, like the most dazzling stars.

……

The Five Cold Immortal Realms.

Of the nine immortal realms in the Earthly Immortal Realm, this place is the smallest, not even as small as the eleventh of the Central Immortal Realm.

The entire area is covered by glaciers, and the spiritual energy is rough, causing a stinging pain in the meridians when refining it.

Therefore, the cultivation techniques practiced by cultivators in the Five Cold Immortal Realms are often characterized by broad and sweeping movements, rather than subtle variations.

Only when one reaches the level of a deity will this influence gradually disappear.

On the precipitous summit of the icy mountain, a slender figure trudged through the snow, like an ordinary person without any cultivation, climbing step by step upwards.

Holding a ruler whose material is indiscernible, he occasionally dips it into the snow for leverage.

"Old man Gong, there's been a result on that matter, get down here now!"

A black-robed monk arrived on a cloud, his face obscured by the brim of his hat, revealing only a sharply defined chin.

The thin, middle-aged man ignored him, his clothes fluttering, and the place looked empty.

Half an hour passed before he finally descended from the summit, clutching a string of icy fruits, and mingled with the wind and snow.

"Has the fairy sent word that the Sacred Essence Pill of the Pure Maiden Sect has been approved?"

The Heavenly Punishment Peak Master's face was ashen, and each step he took seemed indistinct, making it impossible to discern his actual footing.

Even whether this person is actually in this realm is impossible to ascertain.

"That's right, the elixir will be delivered next month, at which time you will be able to break through to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement Realm... This is just the beginning, I believe you won't have to worry about supplies until you reach the Integration Realm."

Ao Laolong's golden eyes were deep and unfathomable, inevitably tinged with envy.

Having escaped her pursuers after arriving in the Five Cold Immortal Realms, Fairy Ice Soul quickly contacted the Pure Maiden Sect, recognized her ancestors, and became their acknowledged direct descendant.

However, Gong Shu and Old Man Ao were in a rather awkward situation, living far from home, so it goes without saying that they were not highly regarded.

But a hundred years ago, the situation was different.

“Fellow Daoist Ao, the Su Nu Dao has provided you with a considerable amount of cultivation resources, which are delivered on time every year… The cauldron was borrowed, but it’s not that we haven’t been able to get it back.”

Gong Shu knew what was bothering Ao Laolong and comforted him.

A hundred years ago, the iceberg where the two lived cracked, and the chilling air from the earth's core erupted out, threatening to cause a disaster.

The Mountain and River Cauldron, which Ao Laolong had kept close to his body, flew out on its own, drawing away the cold air and calming the strange phenomenon.

However, this also caught the attention of the Grand Elder of the Su Nu Dao, who personally asked to borrow the Mountain and River Cauldron.

However, the reward given was quite generous for a demon saint.

No matter how indignant Ao Laolong was, he could only swallow his anger at the actions of the combined-level powerhouse, while outwardly maintaining an air of pride.

As for why the other party agreed to a lease instead of simply abducting the vessel, the two speculated that it was because the Mountain and River Cauldron contained the mark of a demon god.

In terms of destiny, this treasure has already belonged to the Heavenly Demon Realm.

Seizing and refining treasures can easily provoke a backlash from the artifact spirit, and it also jeopardizes one's own destiny in the grand scheme of human and demon races.

This was not a good choice for the Su Nu Dao, who had lived in seclusion for many years.

The loan agreement was made, and the cause and effect remained on Ao Laolong, but it did not affect the Grand Elder of the Su Nu Dao from playing with the Mountain and River Cauldron and slowly eliminating the demon god mark inside.

(End of this chapter)