Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 823 The True Method of Immortality (22)

The four-person meeting finally concluded smoothly, ignoring the Yun family members.

Since they didn't know the reason for the decline in sales, they could only start with the most basic solutions: lowering prices and reducing taxes to reduce the cost of living and thus boost sales.

The specific approach involved discounting previously unsold magical artifacts and selling various cultivation techniques at half price, hoping to boost the market in one fell swoop.

Chu Yuntian had actually considered Yun Jianhua's suggestion to distribute money, but he quickly rejected it.

If they dare to issue this money, it will flow into the financial market tomorrow under various pretexts, becoming a financial force used to drive up stock prices and then sell off shares.

After all, money is so important that even knowing they might lose their heads, they are still willing to risk their lives to make a fortune, and they don't care if they are held accountable afterward.

The combined efforts of several families did bring a slight recovery to the market, but it quickly plummeted again at an even faster pace.

The entire market seemed to have fallen into stagnation, and the cultivators of the lower realms seemed to have united through some special channel and started to resist the will of the upper realms by giving up.

While the young patriarchs of the four families were having headaches, a Nascent Soul cultivator was also having a headache in the void.

More than a month ago, God briefly left for a period of time, and returned extremely weak.

The magnificent talisman became dull and lifeless, most of its power was lost, and its frail body seemed to melt into the void at any moment, causing the Nascent Soul cultivator Grand Temple Master great heartache.

In order to cure the other party, he spared no expense and won over various star lords, in exchange for a lot of divine power, but unfortunately it was just a drop in the bucket.

Gazing into the void, the high priest asked with concern, "Heavens, are you feeling better now?"

After a long while, a weary voice echoed in the void: "No, the strength is still waning, and the actions of the four major families have not had much effect."

As he spoke, a phantom symbol of authority appeared in the void, exactly the same as the symbol around Lu Shuangxing's neck.

However, this symbol seemed like a mirage, which could vanish at any moment, making the head priest even more heartbroken.

"This authority is formed by me gathering the power of a large number of star lords. It is the power of capital. As long as someone is pursuing capital, it will provide power for my authority and become the source of my healing."

"But now, the power is breaking free, and the cultivators of the lower realms are shaking off the influence of capital, and that is exactly what I fear. That guy is here; he must be here to hunt me down! He won't let me go!"

The void began to tremble, and even the mighty heavens seemed unable to resist that being's terror, letting out a sharp scream like a little girl.

But immediately, a vast power arrived, and the magic of the high priest began to comfort the heavens, gradually calming Him down.

After He had offered some consolation, the High Priest said, “Heavens, although the timing may be a little premature, some fruits are ripe and ready to be enjoyed. While I cannot grant you power through authority, these monks may offer you some comfort.”

Subsequently, several cultivators were brought over.

In their eyes, before them stood the mysterious and unpredictable Grand Temple Priest, and behind them lay the ethereal and elusive Heaven.

They are now in a temple in the void, where every brick of the white jade tower before them is incredibly sacred, and every crack is filled with divine power.

The head priest before them was an incarnation of a deity; a single glance from him carried immense weight, making it hard for them to breathe.

One of the cultivators knelt down and respectfully said, "I am..."

"No need to introduce yourself, just follow the procedure," the head priest interrupted, speaking softly.

"Yes. My physical age is nineteen, and my spiritual age is nine hundred and thirty-seven. I have come today for the method of immortality, and I hope that the Grand Temple Master can grant my request."

Although one can buy life in this world, the lifespan of the primordial spirit is still limited, with a maximum of nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Once the limit is exceeded, the primordial spirit will immediately collapse, turn into dust, and dissipate into the world.

Ordinary cultivators don't care; after all, living is already so difficult, so let them just turn to dust. But for many people in the upper realms, who possess immeasurable wealth, death is an extremely terrifying thing.

However, the Grand Temple Keeper has broken through the thousand-year limit, which is the best proof of the method of immortality and is the pursuit of every wealthy cultivator.

Upon hearing the age of the other party's primordial spirit, the head temple keeper nodded slightly and said, "Not bad. And you?"

"My primordial spirit is nine hundred and forty-five years old."

"Nine hundred and fourteen years old."

"Nine hundred and sixty-seven years old."

Everyone present was nearly a thousand years old.

They sensed their lifespan was nearing its end, and disregarded all costs, squandering their wealth, just to reach the Void Temple, meet the High Priest, obtain the secret to immortality, and enjoy eternal bliss.

After the last person revealed the age of their primordial spirit, the Void Temple fell silent.

The head priest looked at the crowd, his eyes gleaming, seemingly lost in thought.

The people below, unaware of what was going on, could only look expectantly at the head priest, hoping he would speak soon.

Finally, after half an hour of silence, the head priest smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

That smile made his already handsome face seem as if the snow had just melted, captivating all who saw it.

The people present had tried all sorts of games and seen all sorts of things, but they were still stunned and trembling with fear, thinking to themselves that the Grand Temple Master was indeed a celestial being.

Looking at the bowed crowd, the high priest smiled and said, "Since you are here for the method of immortality, a ceremony is necessary. We are born under the heavens and are protected by them. You have enjoyed the blessings of the heavens for nearly a thousand years; would you like to repay them now?"

Although they didn't know the purpose of the ritual, they all nodded in agreement, indicating their willingness, in order to obtain the method of immortality.

Seeing everyone nod, the head temple keeper smiled and said, "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Turning around, the head priest bowed to the empty space behind him and said loudly, "Please, Heaven, have a meal."

As soon as he finished speaking, darkness fell all around, followed by the soft sounds of water and chewing teeth.

The dense darkness resembled heavy snow, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.

Several people present had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, but their vision could not penetrate the fog in front of them, and they could not even see the people around them.

"Head Temple Master, what's going on?!"

One of them instinctively flew outwards, but then felt himself hit something.

She hurriedly stepped back a few paces, then stared intently at the scene, only to find herself frozen in place, unable to move.

Before her, her companion was entangled by unseen hands, and fine wounds kept appearing on his body.

The other person's desperate gaze was right in front of him, but their mouth had been swallowed by the void, and he could only hear intermittent cries of "Save me."

Then, even that sound vanished completely, leaving her only endless emptiness and the ever-approaching sound of chewing.

Turning her head in despair, she saw the head priest walking towards her, holding half a head that was being digested.

"The secret to immortality has arrived."

(End of this chapter)