Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 28 The third level

"Consider your heart, consult your heart. It is nothing more than affecting the cultivator's spiritual consciousness, and then affecting the sea of ​​consciousness, triggering negative emotions."

Fang Jun walked leisurely on the Red Cloud Sword Peak, his steps light, as if the stone steps under his feet were just an ordinary mountain road.

It’s not that he wasn’t affected by the spell of self-examination, but even if he was affected, it would be meaningless.

In the previous catastrophe of Taoism, Fang Jun had long been accustomed to fighting against alienated thinking.

The assistance of Yuanshen No. 2 allowed him to quickly regain consciousness when his consciousness was on the verge of collapse. A mere spell of self-examination was nothing more than a breeze on his face.

Even if endless thoughts of retreat emerged in his mind, Yuanshen No. 2 could enable him to take every step firmly.

Therefore, what Fang Jun said to Yan Xinghan that he "can lead people" was not a lie.

He could indeed do it, because no matter how severe the negative emotions were, they couldn't shake his will, not to mention the "super-doubled" effect that might result from bringing others with him.

Of course, Fang Jun would not bring anyone with him no matter what.

Giving Yan Xinghan some pointers was already the most he could do, but exposing his own abilities was unnecessary.

To be honest, this was the result of his restraint. If he exerted all his strength, he would only need one minute to reach the top of the mountain.

On the mountain trail, there are still many monks struggling forward.

They were all surprised when they saw Fang Jun's calmness.

However, while these people were envious, no one asked for advice. Fang Jun was naturally content to be idle and would not offer any help.

"Brother Fang, I wish you success in collecting herbs."

A cultivator from the Dahe Sect offered his blessing. Fang Jun nodded without saying anything more.

……

At the top of Hongyun Sword Peak, clouds and mist are swirling, and the sky is filled with rosy clouds.

A towering palace stood atop the peak. It was the Red Cloud Sword Palace. Above the palace gate, the four characters "Dao Xin Wu Dust" were inscribed, their brushstrokes powerful and evocative, exuding a faint, ethereal aura.

In front of the palace gate, two monks stood on the steps.

One of them was surrounded by clouds and mist, with an extraordinary temperament; the other was surrounded by stars, and his clothes were as black as night.

They all stopped in front of the steps, staring at the four words "Tao heart is dustless" and thinking hard, and even ignored Fang Jun's arrival.

"The first level is combat power, the second is Dao heart, the third is..."

Fang Jun shook his head and smiled, then stepped onto the stairs. His eyes swept over the words "Tao Heart Without Dust". The next moment, his consciousness fell into nothingness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a dreamland filled with birds singing and flowers blooming.

The illusion is beautiful, with a pool of water in the center. An old man is sitting cross-legged by the pool with his eyes closed, concentrating, as if he has become one with the world.

"Another one." The old man spoke slowly, his voice as calm as an ancient well. "You will comprehend the sword here. Once you gain new insights, pour them into the sword pond. I will grant you a token from the Red Cloud Sword Palace. With this token, you can enter the herb garden and collect a magical herb. The quality of the herb is related to the depth of your insights."

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes and ignored Fang Jun.

Fang Jun: "Senior, wait!"

The old man said nothing.

Fang Jun: "I would like to ask you some questions, Senior."

The old man remained indifferent.

Fang Jun had no choice but to release the Red Cloud Realm that he had comprehended: "Look, I am your descendant from a different generation. Am I qualified to ask for your advice?"

The old man finally opened his eyes and said calmly, "Red Cloud Sword Intention, you are indeed qualified, but you can only ask one question."

"Only this one."

Fang Jun sighed inwardly. Based on the information provided by the Dahe Sect, he already knew that this old man was the guardian of the Red Cloud Sword Palace.

However, apart from this identity, no other information is known.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "I want to know how to build this secret realm."

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "Okay."

Fang Jun was slightly startled. He had expected a question involving the most advanced knowledge in the world of immortal cultivation to be rejected, but he hadn't expected the old man to be so straightforward. In his eyes, the most valuable thing about the Red Cloud Sword Palace wasn't the secret techniques or precious treasures or elixirs, but the technology used to construct this secret realm.

The flaws in the Way of Heaven meant being able to extract a cornerstone from the laws of physics. This kind of creation had already reached the pinnacle of knowledge and skill in the world of immortal cultivation.

Fang Jun asked, "What is it?"

The old man raised his eyelids slightly: "The answers you want are all in the sword pool."

Fang Jun frowned: "Senior, can't you just tell me directly?"

The old man said nothing.

Fang Jun asked tentatively, "Is it true that no matter what I ask you, you will answer 'in the sword pond'?"

The old man spoke this time: "The Sword Pond holds everything, whether it's history, memories, techniques, or treasures. As long as you can comprehend it, you can gain everything."

Fang Jun was helpless: "Doesn't that mean I didn't ask anything?"

The old man said calmly: "But I have already answered."

Fang Jun: “…”

He wanted to make a few more teasing remarks, but considering the old man's unfathomable strength, he finally restrained his thoughts and turned to walk towards the sword pool.

From a distance, the pool water looks like a mirror, calm and without waves, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Looking closer, it is a rolling white cloud. The clouds are separated and a red light flickering at the bottom can be vaguely seen.

However, the next moment, the sword pool changed.

Countless clouds and mists formed a series of phantoms.

These phantoms swung their swords to cut through the sky, with sword energy running rampant; some sat cross-legged to gain enlightenment, with sword energy flowing around them; there were also countless unfamiliar faces, some happy, some sad, some angry, some mourning, some refining elixirs with swords, some carving formations with swords, and some transforming all things with swords.

All of these are related to the sword.

Each phantom represents a feeling, a memory, or even a kind of skill.

Moreover, the distribution of these phantoms is not random, but arranged in a mysterious pattern.

"The sword pool really carries everything." Fang Jun understood in his heart.

Fang Jun's spiritual sense tried to contact a phantom, and the phantom holding a long sword suddenly turned around and slashed with the sword!
His pupils shrank and he quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the sword.

"These phantoms are not dead objects, they actually have intelligence, which is the 'God' of the original owner, or you can also call it will!" He was secretly shocked.

At this moment, the shadowy figure of the sword cultivator slowly spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes: "If you want to inherit my legacy, you must receive my three swords."

Fang Jun said: "Okay!"

With the first sword strike, the shadowy figure of the sword cultivator swung his sword as fast as the wind, and the sword energy turned into clouds and mist all over the sky, heading straight for Fang Jun. Its power was equivalent to the fifteenth level of Qi Refining in practicing spiritual-level techniques.

Fang Jun did not dodge or evade. The Tianjun sword was unsheathed. The sword light was like a rainbow, colliding with the clouds and mist, bursting out with dazzling light.

With the second sword strike, the shadow of the sword cultivator flashed and turned into a stream of light. The sword force was as misty as clouds, piercing directly into Fang Jun's heart. This sword strike was from the eighteenth level of Qi Refining!

Fang Jun used Yuanshen No. 2 to calculate the sword cultivator's landing point, concentrated his magic power at one point, and confronted the opponent head-on.

"boom--!"

The clouds and mist dispersed, and Fang Jun was unharmed.

With the third strike, the shadowy figure of the swordsman slowly raised his sword, its tip pointing toward the sky. In an instant, the light within the illusion dimmed, leaving only the radiance of that single sword between heaven and earth.

This is a sword strike from the twenty-first level of Qi Refining!
Fang Jun took a deep breath, and Yuanshen No. 2 immediately overclocked and concentrated all his magic power on the Tianjun Sword. The red cloud sword intent shone, releasing a crimson light.

"boom--!"

When the two swords collided, heaven and earth seemed to be silent.

After a moment, the light dissipated, Fang Jun was still standing steadily, but the shadow of the swordsman slowly dissipated, leaving only the lingering sound.

"The Three Swords have passed on to you."

(End of this chapter)