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Chapter 453 Supernatural Powers: Seventy-Two Transformations (Please Subscribe)
Chen Yi's learning of supernatural powers this time was completely different from the previous two times.

As long as he abides by the rules of this vast and boundless dojo, he will be safe and sound.

As time went on, the enormous figure in front finished reciting the scripture once.

Just when everyone thought that was the end of it, the figure moved for the first time. His star-like eyes swept around the surroundings, and he slowly spoke:
"In this event, 7,300 people have been able to cultivate the method of transformation, including stillness and movement, death and life, and all kinds of wonderful methods. If they can cultivate successfully, they can travel through the myriad worlds and preserve their soul and body."

"There are thirty-three people..."

The massive figure paused, its eyes seemingly falling on Chen Yi, before changing its words: "Thirty-four people, who have cultivated the method of immortality and indestructibility of the physical body, obtained the Eight or Nine True Meanings, and practiced it to a profound degree, so that their physical body and primordial spirit are immortal and indestructible, with endless wonders."

"Three more people need to be repaired..."

Chen Yi listened to his story with a calm expression, just like the other creatures around him.

However, his mind was in turmoil.

When that gaze fell upon him just now, the seemingly peaceful look seemed to carry a mountain-like pressure, pressing down on him and rendering him unable to move.

Besides, he also felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed, with everything seen through him.

Even though he was indeed naked, the enormous figure in front of him could see not only his appearance, but also his inner self—his swordsmanship, his ability to see the world from afar, and even his identity as the "White Tiger True Lord".

He could vaguely sense a smile on the Taoist's face.

Even though he couldn't see through the starry sky on the Taoist's face, he could definitely feel the smile on his face.

The Taoist priest seemed to be saying, "Ha, I've caught a little mouse."

That's roughly the taste.

Of course, given the cultivation, knowledge, and wisdom of that enormous Taoist, he wouldn't utter such witty words.

Chen Yi's mind raced, and he became even more hesitant to make a move.

I listened to the Taoist priest summarize the results of his previous sermons.

Just when I thought it was over, the Taoist priest continued, "This Dharma assembly was originally scheduled to last 1.2 million three thousand years, but due to some enlightenment I have gained, the assembly will be extended for 320,000 years."

"You may rest for a while. Ten thousand years from now, I will continue to preach the scriptures, using the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique as a foundation to explore the Great Dao of all realms."

How much?

One million two hundred thousand three thousand years?
Chen Yi belatedly realized that so much time had passed in just a short while.

Or perhaps he arrived too late and missed the initial arrival.

He had no idea the specifics.

But he knew that he was going to rest for ten thousand years.

"Ten thousand years, hehe..."

"Fortunately, this place doesn't consume my lifespan, otherwise the lifespan I just gained from advancing to the Celestial Immortal Realm would have been mostly depleted in one go."

"And then there's the next 300,000 years... Damn it, is he trying to kill me with his words?"

Chen Yi hadn't had such childlike吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks) thoughts in a long time.

But upon hearing the Taoist's words, this teenager found it hard to contain himself.

Ten thousand years, three hundred thousand years, one million years... If it were Daoist Zhao Muzi and others here, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it.
It's estimated that when Daoist Zhao Muzi, "General" Sun Xushi, and others arrive, they will also meet a tragic end, dying and disappearing from the world.

He wasn't killed by the black-robed boy, but rather, because his lifespan was limited, he was literally talked to to death by the Taoist's preaching.

After a moment of wild speculation, Chen Yi noticed that many creatures around him had already begun to move.

It was probably because the Taoist priest said that we could rest, and if we didn't follow the rules at this time, we wouldn't be attacked by the black-robed boy.

Therefore, these creatures are not as reserved as before.

Some got up to stretch their limbs, while others stayed put and continued to practice the supernatural powers they had just learned.

Some of them were talking to other creatures, and it seemed that they were people who already knew each other.

However, Chen Yi couldn't understand much of what they were saying.

"Why has Your Excellency extended the duration of this ceremony? This has never happened in the previous ten or so Dharma assemblies."

"The Venerable One said that he had gained some insight, perhaps he is about to open up a new path, in which we can take refuge."

"The Eight or Nine Wonderful Methods can rival the sun and moon, and grant immortality equal to that of heaven. Your Venerable One's sermon this time truly brings blessings to all worlds."

"Fortunately, I overcame all difficulties and traveled for 1,300 years from the land of China to get here. Otherwise, I would have regretted missing this Dharma assembly for the rest of my life."

"So what did you gain?"

"...This humble Taoist priest is not of high wisdom and has never been able to grasp the essentials."

"Yes, I haven't even grasped the eighth or ninth level of the skill, and I'm not as talented as those senior brothers."

"The method of transformation is one thing, among the 14.88 million fellow practitioners who came this time, more than 7,000 senior brothers have been passed on the Great Dao. But I did not expect that so many senior brothers have also achieved the most difficult methods of immortality and the art of breaking the law."

"Didn't that human over there obtain the method of immortality?"

"I saw it clearly just now. That human was killed by the Venerable's attendant with one blow, but unexpectedly he turned misfortune into blessing and cultivated the method of immortality. He was able to reshape his physical body, his primordial spirit is immortal and his physical body is indestructible. We are all envious."

"That person who cultivated this method received it as a gift from the Immortal Child Master; it's an acquired spiritual treasure... truly remarkable..."

Chen Yi noticed the gazes of these people and knew they were talking about him, so he subtly waved his hand and put on a Taoist robe.

—It was the White Tiger Daoist Robe of the Taixu Dao Sect that he hadn't worn for a long time.

Then he sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes.

He wasn't afraid of the creatures around him attacking him, since he was only temporarily here to cultivate the "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts".

You can go back whenever you have successfully completed your cultivation.

However, while he closed his eyes to rest, he couldn't help but pay attention to what the creatures around him were saying.

There were a few things those people said that really puzzled him.

For example, where is the land of China? For example, how long it would take more than a thousand years to get here? And the Taoist priest in front of us, who is called Venerable, has already started more than ten Dharma assemblies, etc.

All of this made him somewhat curious.

“A single Dharma assembly lasts for over a million years, and more than ten such assemblies would last for over ten million years. What kind of great being could live for so long?”

As Chen Yi pondered these thoughts, he heard a being with a deep voice speak:

"A great calamity is approaching. Since we have not transcended the myriad realms, we will inevitably become those who undergo tribulations. Only those like the Venerable One can avoid it."

"It's hard to say. This catastrophe is said to involve powerful sages. I don't know if it's just alarmist talk."

"That's inevitable. The immortality of sages is an eternal truth. They cultivate alongside the Great Dao, so how could they possibly undergo tribulations? In my opinion, it's just the idle talk of some people with shallow cultivation."

"I guess so……"

Catastrophe?

What kind of catastrophe could sweep across so many people?

Or is it a powerful cultivator who can survive for tens of thousands of years?

As Chen Yi listened to the conversations around him, his mental perception unconsciously expanded. Even without carefully sensing and probing other living beings, he could detect the aura of supernatural powers and divine will emanating from these people.

Each and every one of them was incredibly powerful. In comparison, everyone here seemed to be on par with Daoist Zhao Tianhe, that is, a powerful being at the ninth level of supernatural abilities.

Their cultivation levels are mostly above the Celestial Immortal realm.

Compared to these beings, Chen Yi's own cultivation level at the initial stage of the Celestial Immortal Realm was completely insignificant.

Among them were many people whose cultivation far surpassed his. As soon as his mental perception approached, it was as if he had hit a wall and was bounced back.

Some might even leave a hole in the tendrils of his mind's perception, like a needle, causing him a headache.

Upon noticing this, Chen Yi couldn't help but grin. "Where did the system send me? It feels like there are celestial beings everywhere here, and they're less valuable than dogs?"

You should know that his current cultivation level, while not exceptionally high, is still considered to be above 90% of the cultivators on Mount Taizhou.

Even in powerful realms like Sword Dao Heaven and Demon Realm, there are very few cultivators who have reached the Heavenly Immortal realm; most are ancestral figures in their respective realms.

And yet, placed here, within a dojo supposedly housing over ten million lives, it's considered a nobody...

"It's a good thing I wasn't born in a world like this, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to travel the world at six years old, let alone descend the mountain at sixty. That would be considered a sign of my diligent cultivation."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Yi stopped listening to the idle chatter of the creatures around him and focused his mind on cultivation.

Recalling the content of the Taoist's sermon in his mind, it was roughly...

Ok?
After recalling for a moment, Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, as if some kind of force was blocking his way.

When he tried to recall it, he couldn't remember the contents of those scriptures.

To be precise, apart from the profound mystery of the immortality technique he had learned, he only retained a vague impression of the other scriptures in his mind.

Without proper method or understanding of the essentials.

"No wonder I had to give this lecture again. If everyone is in this situation, it really is a case of 'once in a lifetime,' meaning you won't get another chance like this."

Chen Yi looked around, sighed slightly, and stopped thinking about it, focusing all his attention on cultivating the supernatural power, the art of immortality.

His newly learned supernatural power technique is only at the first stage, and in a short period of time, it can only allow him to rebuild his physical body four times.

There is still a lot of room for improvement.

As Chen Yi began to cultivate, the surrounding creatures, after a brief rest and chat, also sat cross-legged on the futons to cultivate.

Even those cultivators who did not comprehend the supernatural powers and methods from the "Eight-Nine Arcane Arts" practiced their respective methods here.

They are bizarre and varied.

Chen Yi clearly no longer paid attention to this. Even if there were some wonderfully useful methods around him, he wouldn't bother to explore them if they weren't his.

in the days that followed.

Chen Yi was tired, so he took a break, looked around, and listened to their casual conversation, which gave him a vague impression of the situation here.

When he got thirsty, he took out some wine from his storage artifact.

Although there are those who crave fine wine, most of them will not speak up in this temple.

When he was hungry, he ate fruit to fill his stomach.

Life wasn't so boring or dull.

Ultimately, the people and things here were still relatively new to Chen Yi, preventing him from getting bored.

Soon, ten thousand years passed.

On the platform in front, the enormous Taoist priest reappeared.

A boy in black robes struck a gong, the sound carrying far and wide: "The ceremony continues, no noise is allowed."

Then, everyone awoke from their cultivation and stared intently ahead.

Chen Yi was no exception.

Ten thousand years have passed, and his supernatural power, the art of immortality, has been cultivated to the sixth level.

Compared to the time he spent outside, his progress was remarkably slow.

But if we put it here, ten thousand years would seem like a fleeting moment, passing in the blink of an eye.

Not only did time pass quickly, but Chen Yi also did not feel any signs of aging in his mind or body.

It's probably a situation where "time passes by in the mountains".

Then, the Taoist continued reciting the previous scriptures, explaining the wonderful methods and applications of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

This time, Chen Yi didn't explore his surroundings like he had when he first arrived. Instead, he focused on chanting scriptures with the Taoist priest from the very beginning.

"Contemplate the collapse of the Milky Way, with stardust as the mother. Comprehend the rotation of the four elements, with the five elements as the father."

When the mind stirs: the liver (wood) can shelter a blue phoenix, the lungs (metal) can sound like swords and spears. A drop of blood holds the roar of the vast ocean, a strand of hair is tied to the summit of Mount Taizhou.

The body is the universe, thoughts are creation—

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi heard a voice in his ear:
"At the age of forty-six, you have already reached the middle stage of the Celestial Immortal realm. You have successfully cultivated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and obtained the supernatural power of Seventy-Two Transformations."

Only then did he realize that he had transformed into a giant black and white tiger.

He sat cross-legged on the futon like a human, with his hands forming a tiger seal.

It was a white tiger in human form.

Before Chen Yi could check his own situation, the black-robed boy beside him reappeared and stuffed a tray into his hands.

Without hesitation, Chen Yi lifted the red cloth, took out the pills inside, and put them in his mouth.

"At the age of forty-six, you have reached the middle stage of the Celestial Immortal realm. You have received a gift from the Heavenly Dao Guardian Child—the Nine Aperture Mystic Elixir. Reward: 20 Counterattack Points."

"Nine Apertures Mystic Elixir: After taking the elixir, it undergoes seventy-two transformations, and the transformed objects will awaken their original true spirit."

As the voice appeared, Chen Yi felt that the white tiger he had transformed into under the influence of this pill underwent some extraordinary changes.

Its external body had shrunk by two sizes, no longer as rugged as before, but instead more agile.

The hair became even more lustrous, each hair seemingly composed of spiritual energy, constantly absorbing and releasing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

At the same time, astonishing changes also occurred within his body, including the altars and palace complexes.

The entire altar doubled in size. The four symbols—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird—that originally stood on the altar were scattered in the four directions, each forming an altar to protect the increasingly towering altar in the center.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was being drawn in was far more turbulent than before, constantly transforming into supernatural powers and divine intent.

At this point, the divine will that transformed was no longer primarily based on the sword path, but was divided into four: the sword path, the art of being close yet far, the art of immortality, and the seventy-two transformations.

The palace complex in his mind also expanded, but after the divine power and intent shifted from the altar, two more figures appeared on the three stars beneath the white tiger in the sky.

Besides the previous golden-armored warriors, the new figures that appeared were an ape demon wearing black armor and a strange-looking fish—like a whale, top-heavy and bottom-light.

Everything happened too fast.

Chen Yi could only glance around hastily before quickly regaining his composure and continuing to follow the Taoist's sermon.

Before half of the 320,000 years had passed, he had already mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations. He was determined to master the last supernatural power in the remaining time.

Just then, the Taoist priest asked, "Can your minds be freed from ten thousand years of solitude?"

(End of this chapter)