Symbiotic panel, I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

Chapter 253 Immortality is Equivalent to Hell

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past five years, the canopy of the Jianmu tree has completely covered the entire Dongcang Town, but the houses and streets under the canopy will no longer be obscured by its shadow.

Because one by one, the Dawn Bells were hung on the drooping branches of the Jianmu tree by the joyful spirits flapping their wings.

The delicate bells sway gently in the breeze, casting melodious sounds and shimmering light upon all the places sheltered by the Jianmu tree.

And where the morning light shines.

The grains growing on the rooftops were kissed by the joyful spirits, and the flowers of joy bloomed.

They had long forgotten the lingering old man Qiu, and were diligently drawing upon the earth's surging, compassionate power to bear their own bountiful fruit.

Under the protection of the Jianmu tree, there are no seasons.

So as long as they have enough spiritual power and vitality, they can produce endlessly, and ripening seven or eight times a year is not a problem at all.

The bamboo ants are carrying these mature crops into the granaries that Li Ye has built, where food is piled up like mountains.

The mature "Jia Guo" is no different from the fruit that grows naturally, and even carries a strange aura of "longevity" because of the blessing of compassion.

The aura was extremely faint.

However, the bamboo ants responsible for transporting these fruits benefit from it.

Bamboo ants originally only live for about three years. It is only thanks to the ant colony's exaggerated ability to transmit knowledge that they are able to make the creation of all kinds of buildings and objects almost instinctively.

The ant colony that should have died now has no opportunity to interact with the outside world, and because their lifespan has been extended, they have naturally acquired some "spirituality" that ordinary ants do not possess.

"I never expected that you would be the ones who benefited the most."

Li Ye looked down at the bamboo ants that were carrying the grains back. They had transformed into carts that didn't need to be pulled by people, and were loaded with a full harvest.

The original bamboo ants are basically no different from ordinary ants.

Meanwhile, the bamboo ants are becoming extremely large—almost the size of a palm, and three or four bamboo ants are enough to transform into a cart.

[Name]: Cihuai Bamboo and Wood Ants

[Mood]: Yearning, yearning, yearning
[Status]: Special bamboo ants that have been bound and symbiotic with Wan Chenzhu. They live in a place containing the power of compassion and gradually absorb some of the power of "longevity".

They have an extreme desire for "immortality".

"Do they crave immortality?"

In Li Ye's view, although they were still working hard, their desire for immortality was growing stronger.

The firelight shimmered.

The brightness made Li Ye feel as if his divine sense was being scalded.

All of this is because they have developed their own intelligence as they have lived longer. The longer they live, the less they want to die. Compared to their previous muddled lives, they are now like a completely transformed being.

Naturally, I don't want to die.

He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Because lifespan has been extended, a desire for immortality has also arisen."

The power of this compassion is truly extreme.

Even I…

Over the past five years, he has been working hard to cultivate more worry-free granaries, refine his supernatural powers, and think about how to resolve this matter more quickly.

He was also pondering why the sect was willing to leave Cihuai behind.

Judging from the current situation, Cihui is almost like an "evil god," granting every request but bringing almost nothing but trouble.

But then I thought, if the power of compassion could be used properly, it could not only increase the production of spiritual plants, but also cause spiritual beasts to mutate.

He was considering whether he could make good use of the power of compassion.
Since bamboo ants have such a desire for longevity.

So let the bamboo ants share some of Ci Huai's blessings. If the bamboo ants' desires can suppress Old Master Qiu's longing for immortality, will Ci Huai give up on Old Master Qiu?
According to his speculation, it should be possible. After all, compared to humans with their complicated thoughts, the bamboo ants' ideas are simpler and purer, and their only joy is the desire for immortality.

He felt it was worth a try.

A two-pronged approach.

While continuing to trap Old Master Qiu in solitude, they also used the vast colony of bamboo ants to divide up Ci Huai's blessings.

One of them will succeed.

He acted immediately, focusing his attention on the bamboo and wood ant colony that was building its nest after making the decision.

The bamboo ant nests at this time were quite luxurious, reaching a height of several tens of feet, with countless passages and individual nests for each bamboo ant, and mountains of food piled up at the bottom of the nests.

Furthermore, the bamboo ants found some of their favorite decorations in those independent nests, which indicates that they have developed their own preferences for good and evil.

Otherwise, given the habits of bamboo ants, they would never put useless decorations in their nests.

"Desires arise from planning for oneself."

"That's a good thing."

Li Ye nodded, but this time he did not use the Love Song.

Instead, with a wave of her hand, she conjured the Xiangyun Qin (a type of zither), her slender fingers gently stroking it.

Then, the soft, pattering sound of the piano began to rise slowly.

The rain and the sound of the zither intertwined around each bamboo ant nest, as if creating separate spaces for the bamboo ants inside, allowing them to experience the loneliness and isolation brought by the rain.

It's a wonderful feeling.

A cool, damp mist seeped in from outside the nest.

The bamboo ants, who had originally planned to continue working, trembled in fear and immediately curled up in their nest.

Although they have grown up and are no longer afraid of rain, the idea of ​​staying in their nests on rainy days is still deeply ingrained in their bloodline.

When it rains, there's no need to go out and work—this is the instinct of the ant colony. So the bamboo and wood ants, which were originally restless, all settled down in the most comfortable places.

Without having to do any work, listening to the rain and feeling the cool, damp air blocked by their nests, their thoughts naturally begin to wander.

While munching on the food he had piled up, he thought about the warm power that had surged into his body when he was carrying the fruit earlier.

It seems that it was with the help of that power that they were able to grow so big, so powerful, and even have their own preferences and lives.

Would that deity be willing to grant them more power?
Hmm, how do they know that it's a deity?
Although they are now a little smarter, they still can't see through Li Ye's methods.

Thanks to the ant tribe's decisiveness, which is basically to say what to do and do what to say, the bored bamboo and wood ants soon began to pray for more blessings in their hearts.

"Longevity."

"Longevity."

"Longevity."

The combined "wishes" of each individual bamboo ant, along with the unbroken collective abilities of the ant colony, are simply deafening.

Even the rain curtain trembled slightly.

The prayers of these tens of thousands of bamboo ants were quickly answered.

—On the grains placed in their nests, drops of crystal-clear dew appeared.

Accompanied by a faint, compassionate voice.

"To be born is to not be born."

The dewdrops slowly dripped onto the ground, and the bamboo ants frantically sucked up the crystal-clear divine power.

Small ears of wheat quickly sprouted from them.

The sound of rain suddenly stopped at that moment.

Because Li Ye felt a connection with the bamboo ants, he also came into contact with the blessings of compassion—on the Jianmu tree, and on his illusory body, there were signs of wheat ears growing.

Should we drive away this force?
Or do you want to experience this power, to see how it is formed, and how it can make living beings live forever?
Li Ye hesitated briefly.

But in an instant, he decisively transferred this power to the Jianmu world, and saw golden wheat ears sprouting from the soil on the land of Jianmu. Dewdrops slowly dripped from the wheat ears.

"Tick tock~"

When it splashed onto the earth, an almost terrifying vitality burst forth, but it was quickly absorbed and transformed by the earth—or rather, by Li Ye's panel.

All Li Ye could sense was—

【+100000. 】

So a single drop of dew is a full 100,000 points of vital essence!

Well, at this moment he did feel that Mercy was very generous, but it was precisely because of His generosity that so much trouble had arisen.

However, it was precisely because of this bold attempt that he vaguely learned about the "method" by which compassion could grant immortality.

vitality.

The "Jia Guo" formed by the body can maintain the stability of the body and soul - if it is a dead person, the Jia Guo can be used to inherit memories, thus achieving immortality.

For some reason, he felt that this method looked somewhat familiar.

"No wonder that the patriarch who created the Hell Path was related to Cihuai; he was probably inspired by this."

"Can that..."

He suddenly had a very bold idea.

Fellow Daoist Wen!
He needs some of the blood of fellow practitioners to conduct experiments.

However, before he could relay the message, Xiangshui House suddenly sent him an extremely anxious divine message—

Old Master Qiu is up to something.

An aura of disgust rose in the area where Old Master Qiu frequented.

That is……

Hell Realm?
Li Ye's consciousness was momentarily stunned. Only then did he remember that the purpose of building Dongcang Market was actually to delve into the Hell Path.

However, the Hell Path has always blocked the only entrance and exit, which is why they have not been able to succeed.

But now that they've suddenly appeared, are they trying to take advantage of the situation?

Well... that's perfect timing.

Li Ye immediately began making arrangements, instructing the bamboo ants to accept the blessing of the Jianmu tree and prepare for battle.

Bamboo ants that can regenerate indefinitely and are virtually indestructible—it's really fun to think about.

……

the other side.

Old Master Qiu is digging a hole.

Ignoring the fact that his fingers, nourished by the power of the compassionate god, were now covered in blood, he frantically dug a hole.

His health is his greatest asset.

Since I can recover, it doesn't matter how painful it is.

As he continued to dig downwards, his blood and the divine power of compassion mingled with the soil, and faint traces of dim yellow spring water began to flow from within it.

It started with just a tiny bit.

Later, the yellowish spring water increased, filling the entire pit as if a dam had burst, and continued to overflow.

They converged into streams that flowed outwards.

Although they were just flowing randomly, the array patterns they formed had already divided the space here.

One after another, figures stepped out of the spring.

They were all dressed in black armor, which shrouded their entire bodies in shadow. Although each of them was extremely tall, they were devoid of any vitality and looked as gloomy as zombies.

These armored figures surrounded Old Master Qiu.

Ci Huai's life force could even work on them—it simply surrounded Old Master Qiu and was constantly drawing on the vital energy surging within him.

Even their originally lifeless bodies seemed to have gained a touch of life.

"Uh……"

Old Master Qiu tried to struggle.

But he couldn't break free at all; he could only feel the endless vitality in his body being continuously drawn away.

His limbs twitched and he even drooled from the corners of his mouth in pain.

Just then, a monk dressed in a gray robe slowly emerged from the dim spring water.

He glanced at Old Master Qiu.

A slight smile played on her lips: "My junior brother is truly kind-hearted. Even in your condition, he still refuses to use you as fertilizer for the Demon-Suppressing Tree."

The cultivator, or rather, Li Ye's senior brother, raised his head.

Looking up at the Jianmu tree that sheltered the area, and the bells within it swaying and scattering sunlight, his eyes were filled with excitement.

"The power of the heart and soil."

"The power of the Three Star Tree".

“I really miss it.”

Life in the hell realm is actually not easy.

After all, although they had mastered a lot of spatial supernatural powers, the cave heavens they created were all terrible, gray and messy, and incomparable to the Four Seasons Sect.

But no way.

If his original body hadn't accepted the power left behind by Ci Huai and used the "Jia Guo" to create three clones, the Hell Path probably wouldn't have given him even the slightest bit of authority.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as he dies here, at the hands of the disciples of the Four Seasons Sect's Star-Tracing True Person, his main body will definitely be able to have a smoother experience.

Thinking of this, he reached out and grabbed Old Master Qiu.

With slender fingers gripping Old Master Qiu's collar tightly, he pulled him closer and looked him straight in the eye, saying, "Old Master, have you ever heard that everything comes at a price?"
The power of compassion is good.

But it's also very useful.

When has Old Master Qiu ever suffered like this?

He struggled desperately but couldn't break free at all; when the power of compassion touched the cultivator, it would be absorbed by the latter.

The eldest brother wasn't in the mood to say anything more to him. After he finished speaking, he threw Old Master Qiu into the pit that was still bubbling with dim yellow spring water.

"thump!"

He sank to the bottom instantly.

A deathly cold liquid poured into his five orifices, and he struggled and convulsed as if he were about to die.

But life force kept him from dying.

The clash between the two forces generated countless wisps of mist, and as the mist drifted by, more black-armored soldiers appeared.

They lined up quietly.

The sky turned completely dark.

It contrasts sharply with the radiant Jianmu tree in the distance, one black and one white.

One is evil, the other is good.

(End of this chapter)