The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

For die-hard fans who feel as if an immortal has personally appeared, the latest chapter of "The Path to Immortality: Starting with the Analysis of Basic Visualization Methods" has been released!

You can see it if you look down from the sky.

The million "trolls" may seem scattered and disorderly, but they are actually organized into small teams of ten people each, and ten teams form a large brigade. Each brigade has a clear objective: to find villages located on the plains.

No matter how weak the "Tuyuren" are, they are still an extraordinary race, possessing hundreds of pounds of strength and skin as tough as cowhide. Coupled with leather armor made from the hides of demonic beasts and refined iron weapons imbued with spiritual energy, even a martial artist who has entered the Dao cannot easily defeat them in a one-on-one fight.

A village might have three or five "warriors" and that would be quite remarkable, but to have to fight against a hundred "fishmen" was a recipe for disaster.

It can be said.

This was a one-sided massacre...

As the "Foggy People" ravaged the land, vibrant villages fell into deathly silence...

If someone pays attention, they will be able to see it.

With each step forward taken by the million "tattoo artists," the sky was tinged with a three-foot-wide blue hue, resembling a piece of blue gauze slowly unfurling from afar.

It is thousands of feet above the ground.

A ferocious black dragon, several dozen feet long, swam slowly along with the black line below. Above its head stood a handsome and refined young man with gentle, watery eyes.

He leaned slightly forward, his eyes reflecting the scenes of carnage, yet his gaze remained unmoved.

"Huh..."

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, raised his hand and grabbed, opening his palm, a wisp of fine, hair-like, blood-red aura slowly swirling.

"This is... the origin of the Spirit Ruins?... "

As Zhu Yu sensed the crimson aura, fragmented memories surfaced in his mind, and at the same time, a name called "Li Erniu" came to mind.

This strand of "Spiritual Ruins Origin" is deeply integrated with "Li Erniu," giving him the feeling that it is "Li Erniu's" identity card, the proof that allows him to survive in the "Martial World," and the foundation for his entry into the Dao.

"Identity..."

Zhu Yu's eyes were thoughtful. He put aside his identity as "Li Erniu" and his eyes turned dark in an instant, staring intently at the wisp of blood-red thread that was fluttering.

When it flew out of the "blue sky" covering it.

A tiny vortex appeared, instantly engulfing the crimson aura.

At that very moment, Zhu Yu's eyes shone brightly, and through the tiny vortex, he vaguely glimpsed a rotten, dark red color.

"What is that? Martial World Reincarnation?... "

He frowned, raised his hand and retrieved several more "identity tokens," then hurled them out of the "Azure Sky" area.

A tiny vortex instantly appeared…

"A rusty, weathered monument?... "

Zhu Yu looked on in surprise.

Through the vortex from different angles, he vaguely glimpsed a massive monument, as large as a mountain, on which countless tiny names were engraved; the "identity token" was integrated into those names.

"Is it a divine creation? Or..."

Zhu Yu's thoughts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed them for the time being. Now was not the time to investigate the Netherworld of the Martial Realm. It would be better to investigate after conquering a prefecture.

Without much thought, his divine sense surged forth like a tide, collecting each "identity token" into a jade bottle. Although he didn't know what use they were, he kept them for the time being. Even if they were useless, he could slowly process them into pure "Spiritual Ruins Origin" or trade them with others in the future.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, this vast plain was deserted.

The "Tu Yu Ren" who slaughtered the people of the "Martial World" did not level up like in the game, but it was still full of murderous aura and was significantly stronger than before.

And this time.

The million "smurfs" who suffered negligible losses began at the edge of the vast plain, controlling the main road in and out of the plain, not far from a small town called "Guancheng".

They clearly already knew about it.

The city gates were tightly closed, and the city walls were lined with soldiers in full armor, armed with swords, spears, and bows and arrows. However, upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to see that although these soldiers were not emaciated, they were by no means strong and valiant.

On the contrary, the servants guarding the people who clearly had some status were all burly, with bulging temples and sharp eyes, clearly possessing vitality and strength, and were martial artists who had entered the Dao.

"What kind of monster is this? Do you know?"

On the city wall, a middle-aged man in an official robe with a solemn expression frowned as he looked at the corpse of the "Fishman" on the ground and asked in a deep voice.

The manager of the largest grain shop in "Guancheng," who was also a "Tuyuren" hunted and brought back by his subordinates, shook his head upon hearing this:

"I don't know, it seems to have appeared out of nowhere."

"This monster has hide as thick as cowhide, possesses immense strength, and is not very intelligent, but its clothing and weaponry are not what one would expect from a wild animal..."

He took the white waxwood spear from his subordinate and handed it to the county princess, saying solemnly, "Although this is not a 'sharp weapon,' it is still a rare and exquisite piece of weaponry. Even the Zhenwu Guard might not be able to equip all of them with it..."

Everyone present understood what he meant.

If even a lowly, unintelligent wild animal possesses such weaponry, it's clear that its existence is far from simple.

The "Guancheng" is less than a hundred miles away from the legendary "Lost State" of Yanzhou. It is easy to imagine that the monster that suddenly appeared most likely came from there.

County Magistrate Yang Mao took the white wax spear, examined it for a few moments, threw it back, turned around and looked out of the city. Looking at the scattered "Tu Yu Ren" outside the city, he still held some hope in his heart.

Hopefully, there will be fewer "Tuyuren" coming from Yanzhou...

Seeing that the county magistrate remained silent, the others became anxious. They showed him the corpse and the white wax spear, hoping he would say something about leaving the "fortress," but to their surprise, he seemed unwilling to leave.

"No wonder he, a second-class Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination), wasn't appointed to an official position in the capital, but instead was exiled to this godforsaken 'Guancheng' (a remote, desolate place)..."

The group cursed inwardly. If it weren't for the "Great Yu" rule that anyone who fled without the permission of the in charge of the invading enemy would be sentenced to death, they would have left long ago.

They exchanged a glance, and were about to say something when they suddenly heard a gasp of shock from the side. Turning around, they saw that the servants, the county magistrate, the registrar, and the guards all had expressions of horror on their faces.

Follow his gaze.

Suddenly, a seemingly endless black line appeared in the distance. The group was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly focused their attention. When they saw where the black line was, their expressions changed drastically.

Those weren't black lines at all; they were densely packed, like monsters lying on the ground.

Coming to their senses, they all had only one thought in mind.

"run!"

Whether it was them, their servants, worshippers, or soldiers guarding the city, as they gazed at the endless array of monsters, an uncontrollable sense of panic spread through them.

Until the "Fishman" was clearly visible.

Clang...

A soldier dropped his long sword, cried out "I don't want to die," and turned to flee. But before he could take two steps, a flash of cold light streaked past, and he froze, falling to the ground with a thud. His body was severed from his head, and a thick stench of blood filled the air.

"Those who flee in fear of battle shall die!"

County Magistrate Yang, his face ashen, forcefully threw his attendant's longsword to the ground and shouted, "That monster isn't even as tall as you, what's there to fear?" Then, he reassured them, "I'll send a message to the government office by bird, and reinforcements will arrive to help us soon."

After his words...

The soldiers who hadn't examined the "Fishman's" corpse were clearly less panicked, but the wealthy men in the city, upon hearing Yang Mao's words, turned pale and then flushed, their faces turning frighteningly ugly.

The grain shop manager stepped forward, "Your Highness..."

Yang Mao glanced at them and waved his hand, saying, "No need to say anything more. Show your strongest abilities and prepare to fight."

After saying this, he ignored the man and walked to the city wall. He looked around, trying to find the mastermind behind him, but he only found some "Fishmen" who were taller than ordinary "Fishmen".

Just then.

Yang Mao suddenly looked up at the sky-blue color that was spreading towards him, and stared blankly for a moment. "What is that?"

For some reason, the moment he saw the "blue sky," a surge of anger welled up inside him, and he wanted to ascend to the heavens and tear it apart.

But as soon as he took a step, he was startled and came to his senses, taking two steps back with fear in his eyes.

"What an eerie sky..."

This bizarre situation made his face turn ugly, and he couldn't help but feel a little reluctance to retreat. His cultivation was at the "Dao Fruit Realm". Although the "Tu Yu Ren" was strange, it was nothing more than an ant that he could destroy at will.

Even if the "fortress" falls, he can simply walk away, and at that time he can still give an explanation to his superiors and the imperial court.

But the strange weather that disturbed his mind made him uneasy and shook his belief that he could retreat at any time.

Although the wealthy families in the city had grievances against Yang Mao, they dared not directly resist him. The first requirement for the imperial court to recruit Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations) was that they needed to have the cultivation level of "Dao Guo Realm". With the power of a "county princess", she could kill them all by herself.

To save his life.

Everyone immediately sent their trusted confidants to bring over the best guards from the manor.

Those with money, on the other hand, directly spend their resources to recruit skilled fighters in the city.

In just half an hour.

A large number of martial arts practitioners gathered at the city wall.

at the same time.

The vanguard of the "Fishmen," numbering around ten thousand, also arrived at the city. Instead of attacking rashly, they sat down on the ground, took out various foods they had looted from the village, and began to eat heartily.

"This…"

Upon seeing this scene, Yang Mao and the others on the city wall were stunned, and their expressions immediately turned even more grim. It was not hard to see from this that there must be a human-like intelligent being behind these monsters.

Yang Mao hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the wealthy families in the city and said in a deep voice, "These monsters have come all the way from 'Nightmare Province,' they must be exhausted. Now is the perfect time to kill them..."

Having said that, he raised his hand, grabbed the long sword from the ground, and shouted:

"All martial artists who have entered the Dao shall follow me in charging into battle against the foreign races..."

"Yes."

The wealthy families in the city weren't stupid; they knew this was the perfect opportunity to kill the "Tuyu people." Without a word, they handed over their servants and retainers to Yang Mao's personal guards for command. They stood by the city wall, watching the cavalry, composed of five hundred Daoist warriors, charge straight towards the "Tuyu people" several miles away.

Deep in the sky.

Seeing this, the whale flicked its tail and said in a deep voice:

"My lord, should we take his life?...

Zhu Yu was about to nod when, as if sensing something, he shook his head slightly. With a thought, wisps of smoke appeared out of thin air and condensed into a bronze gate three feet high.

The door was wide open.

Hundreds of streaks of light emerged from the sky, revealing figures of various shapes and sizes. Among them, the leaders were Xiang Sui, Liang Kuan, Bai Yan, Xun Su, Ni Ying, Bai Meng, Qiao Hewei, and others.

It was brought here by the "Sailing Boat" and has just arrived.

The moment it appeared.

They were terrified by the black dragon that the whale had transformed into, and when they saw Zhu Yu above its head, they all bowed and paid their respects.

"Greetings, Senior Brother"

"This disciple greets the Lord of the Manor."

Zhu Yu raised his hand in a gesture of support, glanced around at everyone, and said softly, "For this attack on the outer realm's spiritual ruins, I will be generous with rewards; all those who slay..."

The voice was soft, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

The reward is simple and straightforward.

Entering the Dao of Martial Arts, 10 contribution points.

A martial artist at the Divine Word Realm receives anywhere from a hundred to a thousand contribution points.

Martial artists at the Dao Fruit Realm will receive 10,000 basic contribution points, and depending on their cultivation level, will be granted a certain amount of major and minor merit points…

All the spoils from conquering foreign lands belong to them.

This is the reward that Zhu Yu has proposed.

These rewards are all issued by the "Qingping Tower," and their quantity is ten times that of the original reward.

As for the rewards for occupying states and counties, those will be calculated separately.

After explaining the rewards, Zhu Yu looked at the Yinming Mansion disciples, some eager, some thoughtful, and some timid, and said softly:

"The third contributor will be granted a 'spiritual artifact embryo' and a hundred paths to the origin of the Spirit Ruins."

"Hmm! And..."

Everyone was taken aback, but the eyes of the cultivator who had reached the peak of Qi Refining lit up as he looked on expectantly.

Zhu Yu continued, "The second contributor will receive one 'Divine Power Talisman' I personally crafted, one 'Spiritual Weapon Embryo', and two hundred strands of Spiritual Void Origin."

The player who contributes the most points will be granted a secondary Foundation Establishment position.

Finally, the words were simple.

But it stunned those cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of Qi Refining. When they came to their senses, their eyes shone with intense light.

"Additional Foundation Location!"

Their main purpose in turning to the "Underworld" was precisely this.

Xiang Suiyou's acceptance of Zhu Yu's offer wasn't too surprising. He nudged Liang Kuan, whose dark red eyes shone brightly, and confidently transmitted his voice:

"Senior brother, I've got your back. This first place is definitely yours..."

Knowing that he had already received a promise from Zhu Yu, Liang Kuan nodded gratefully upon hearing this.

Bai Yan's beautiful eyes fell on "Dream" on the boat behind, and then occasionally glanced at the whale under Zhu Yu, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Xun Su, Ni Ying, and Qiao Hewei were all eager to fight, but unlike before when Xun Su was the leader, now it was Qiao Hewei who took the lead.

Bai Meng stood to one side carrying a coffin for raising corpses. Since offering the talisman last time, she had become taciturn and gradually drifted away from the three of them.

"Go..."

Zhu Yu waved his hand, and everyone felt dizzy. When they came to their senses, they found themselves standing on the ground, the ground trembling. Looking up, they saw billowing dust ahead, and hundreds of knights charging towards them.

"ha…"

"Contribution points have arrived..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then came to their senses. When they realized that the strongest of the newcomers was only comparable to the Qi Refining Perfection stage, Xiang Sui, Liang Kuan, Qiao Hewei and the others all showed joy.

"kill!"

Even faster were the disciples who had just entered the sect. They used various spells, such as condensing fire feathers, ice arrows, or stone spikes, and threw them at Yang Mao and the others who were rushing towards them.

In an instant, nearly a hundred spells rained down.

The world was suddenly illuminated.

Upon seeing this, Yang Mao, the leader, paled instantly. He spurred his horse to the ground, his body erupting with crimson blood energy. He clenched his fist and slammed it upwards, shouting:

"gravel."