My Perfect Immortal Cultivation Life

The sound of the instrument was deep and resonant, initially just a faint tremor that traveled along the bluestone slab to Li Yu's feet, and in an instant, it echoed throughout the entire ninth floor like a thunderclap. The sound was not the crisp clang of sharp weapons colliding, but rather like the booming of an ancient bell, carrying the weight of time and an inviolable majesty, making Li Yu's eardrums tingle and his blood surge.

He abruptly stopped, his spiritual energy instantly freezing, the pale blue light suddenly intensifying as it fiercely protected his dantian and meridians. The gravity that had been barely holding him back now surged dramatically with the power of the weapon's hum. Li Yu's knees bent slightly, his trousers stretched taut by the tension in his muscles, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his chin and splashing onto the bluestone slab, creating barely perceptible sprays.

"Is this... a warning from the spirit of the artifact?" Li Yu frowned, his gaze sweeping across the depths of the ninth floor. There, clouds and mist swirled, and the once clear exit plaque was now shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, making the words on the plaque blurred. Only the staircase leading to the eighth floor still emitted a faint but firm spiritual light, like the only guide in the darkness.

He could feel an invisible will watching him, a cold and ancient will scrutinizing the intruder, as if judging whether he was qualified to step into the next level. The flow of spiritual energy around him became increasingly sluggish, and the pressure piled up like waves, making each breath extremely difficult. It felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, and even the flow of blood and qi slowed down.

Li Yu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He did not choose to back down, but instead sank all the spiritual energy in his body into his dantian, letting the pressure wash over his muscles and meridians. The cultivators of Wanqi Peak were known for tempering their bodies and mastering the Dao of Weapons. Such extreme pressure, which would be a dead end for others, was a rare opportunity for him to temper himself.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them. The pale blue aura on his body no longer flickered; instead, it condensed into a thin layer of light armor, clinging tightly to his skin and gradually dissipating the violent pressure. He stomped his foot down again, and this time, the muffled thud of the bluestone slab was no longer weak; instead, it carried a steady force, causing the pebbles to bounce up and then fall heavily back down.

"No matter who you are, I will get through this today." Li Yu shouted in a low voice, leaning slightly forward as he walked step by step toward the stairs. Each step was extremely difficult, yet extremely determined. The trembling in his legs gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedented sense of weight, as if every inch of his bones had been tempered to be even more resilient.

The deep, resonant sound of the instrument still lingered, but it could no longer shake Li Yu's mind; instead, it seemed to accompany his progress. As he drew closer to the stairs, the gravity on the ninth floor gradually weakened, and the gray mist slowly dissipated. The words on the exit plaque became clear again, revealing four ancient characters: "The Artifact's Charm Begins to Take Shape."

Li Yu didn't linger, leaping onto the steps. The steps were paved with warm, smooth mutton-fat jade; the moment he stepped on them, a gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body through his feet, instantly soothing his fatigue and the soreness in his meridians. He slowly descended the steps, the sounds of the instruments fading into the distance, replaced by the clear, melodious tinkling of jade pendants, pleasant to the ear, yet carrying a subtle hint of wariness.

After descending for an unknown amount of time, an arched doorway appeared at the end of the stairs. Lifelike carvings of artifacts—swords, tripods, bells, and mirrors—were etched on either side, their flowing lines radiating a rich spiritual energy. Inside, the light was soft, and one could vaguely see a neatly arranged stone table and benches, as well as various ancient weapons hanging on the walls. A faint aura of metal and spiritual energy permeated the air.

Li Yu paused slightly before the gate. He could sense that the aura of the eighth floor was completely different from that of the ninth floor. It lacked the violent pressure of the ninth floor, but possessed a strange tranquility, as if concealing an unknown danger. In the very center of the arched gate, a palm-sized jade tablet floated, engraved with the character "器" (qi, meaning vessel), its spiritual light shimmering, as if waiting for something.

Just as he reached out to touch the jade tablet, the patterns on both sides of the portal suddenly lit up, the clear sound of jade pendants abruptly became rapid, and the weapons hanging on the wall trembled, faintly showing signs of being unsheathed and ringing. A cold voice suddenly rang out from within the portal, devoid of any emotion: "Those who attempt to reach the eighth level must pass the weapon test; those who fail will be expelled from the secret realm."

Li Yu's hand paused in mid-air, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a glimmer of anticipation. He looked up into the portal, his figure shifting slightly before he slowly stepped inside. The moment his figure completely disappeared within the portal, the arched doorway slowly closed, the stairs vanished, and the ninth floor returned to its usual silence, save for the deep, resonant sound of ancient artifacts still echoing in the depths, as if telling the ancient legends of the secret realm.

The sound of the instrument was deep and resonant, initially just a faint tremor that traveled along the bluestone slab to Li Yu's feet, and in an instant, it echoed throughout the entire ninth floor like a thunderclap. The sound was not the crisp clang of sharp weapons colliding, but rather like the booming of an ancient bell, carrying the weight of time and an inviolable majesty, making Li Yu's eardrums tingle and his blood surge.

He abruptly stopped, his spiritual energy instantly freezing, the pale blue light suddenly intensifying as it fiercely protected his dantian and meridians. The gravity that had been barely holding him back now surged dramatically with the power of the weapon's hum. Li Yu's knees bent slightly, his trousers stretched taut by the tension in his muscles, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down his chin and splashing onto the bluestone slab, creating barely perceptible sprays.

"Is this... a warning from the spirit of the artifact?" Li Yu frowned, his gaze sweeping across the depths of the ninth floor. There, clouds and mist swirled, and the once clear exit plaque was now shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist, making the words on the plaque blurred. Only the staircase leading to the eighth floor still emitted a faint but firm spiritual light, like the only guide in the darkness.

He could feel an invisible will watching him, a cold and ancient will scrutinizing the intruder, as if judging whether he was qualified to step into the next level. The flow of spiritual energy around him became increasingly sluggish, and the pressure piled up like waves, making each breath extremely difficult. It felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, and even the flow of blood and qi slowed down.

Li Yu took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He did not choose to back down, but instead sank all the spiritual energy in his body into his dantian, letting the pressure wash over his muscles and meridians. The cultivators of Wanqi Peak were known for tempering their bodies and mastering the Dao of Weapons. Such extreme pressure, which would be a dead end for others, was a rare opportunity for him to temper himself.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them. The pale blue aura on his body no longer flickered; instead, it condensed into a thin layer of light armor, clinging tightly to his skin and gradually dissipating the violent pressure. He stomped his foot down again, and this time, the muffled thud of the bluestone slab was no longer weak; instead, it carried a steady force, causing the pebbles to bounce up and then fall heavily back down.

"No matter who you are, I will get through this today." Li Yu shouted in a low voice, leaning slightly forward as he walked step by step toward the stairs. Each step was extremely difficult, yet extremely determined. The trembling in his legs gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedented sense of weight, as if every inch of his bones had been tempered to be even more resilient.

The deep, resonant sound of the instrument still lingered, but it could no longer shake Li Yu's mind; instead, it seemed to accompany his progress. As he drew closer to the stairs, the gravity on the ninth floor gradually weakened, and the gray mist slowly dissipated. The words on the exit plaque became clear again, revealing four ancient characters: "The Artifact's Charm Begins to Take Shape."

Li Yu didn't linger, leaping onto the steps. The steps were paved with warm, smooth mutton-fat jade; the moment he stepped on them, a gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body through his feet, instantly soothing his fatigue and the soreness in his meridians. He slowly descended the steps, the sounds of the instruments fading into the distance, replaced by the clear, melodious tinkling of jade pendants, pleasant to the ear, yet carrying a subtle hint of wariness.

After descending for an unknown amount of time, an arched doorway appeared at the end of the stairs. Lifelike carvings of artifacts—swords, tripods, bells, and mirrors—were etched on either side, their flowing lines radiating a rich spiritual energy. Inside, the light was soft, and one could vaguely see a neatly arranged stone table and benches, as well as various ancient weapons hanging on the walls. A faint aura of metal and spiritual energy permeated the air.

Li Yu paused slightly before the gate. He could sense that the aura of the eighth floor was completely different from that of the ninth floor. It lacked the violent pressure of the ninth floor, but possessed a strange tranquility, as if concealing an unknown danger. In the very center of the arched gate, a palm-sized jade tablet floated, engraved with the character "器" (qi, meaning vessel), its spiritual light shimmering, as if waiting for something.

Just as he reached out to touch the jade tablet, the patterns on both sides of the portal suddenly lit up, the clear sound of jade pendants abruptly became rapid, and the weapons hanging on the wall trembled, faintly showing signs of being unsheathed and ringing. A cold voice suddenly rang out from within the portal, devoid of any emotion: "Those who attempt to reach the eighth level must pass the weapon test; those who fail will be expelled from the secret realm."

Li Yu's hand paused in mid-air, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a glimmer of anticipation. He looked up into the portal, his figure shifting slightly before he slowly stepped inside. The moment his figure completely disappeared within the portal, the arched doorway slowly closed, the stairs vanished, and the ninth floor returned to its usual silence, save for the deep, resonant sound of ancient artifacts still echoing in the depths, as if telling the ancient legends of the secret realm.

The deep, resonant sound of the instrument still lingered, but it could no longer shake Li Yu's mind; instead, it seemed to accompany his progress. As he drew closer to the stairs, the gravity on the ninth floor gradually weakened, and the gray mist slowly dissipated. The words on the exit plaque became clear again, revealing four ancient characters: "The Artifact's Charm Begins to Take Shape."

Li Yu didn't linger, leaping onto the steps. The steps were paved with warm, smooth mutton-fat jade; the moment he stepped on them, a gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body through his feet, instantly soothing his fatigue and the soreness in his meridians. He slowly descended the steps, the sounds of the instruments fading into the distance, replaced by the clear, melodious tinkling of jade pendants, pleasant to the ear, yet carrying a subtle hint of wariness.

After descending for an unknown amount of time, an arched doorway appeared at the end of the stairs. Lifelike carvings of artifacts—swords, tripods, bells, and mirrors—were etched on either side, their flowing lines radiating a rich spiritual energy. Inside, the light was soft, and one could vaguely see a neatly arranged stone table and benches, as well as various ancient weapons hanging on the walls. A faint aura of metal and spiritual energy permeated the air.

Li Yu paused slightly before the gate. He could sense that the aura of the eighth floor was completely different from that of the ninth floor. It lacked the violent pressure of the ninth floor, but possessed a strange tranquility, as if concealing an unknown danger. In the very center of the arched gate, a palm-sized jade tablet floated, engraved with the character "器" (qi, meaning vessel), its spiritual light shimmering, as if waiting for something.

Just as he reached out to touch the jade tablet, the patterns on both sides of the portal suddenly lit up, the clear sound of jade pendants abruptly became rapid, and the weapons hanging on the wall trembled, faintly showing signs of being unsheathed and ringing. A cold voice suddenly rang out from within the portal, devoid of any emotion: "Those who attempt to reach the eighth level must pass the weapon test; those who fail will be expelled from the secret realm."

Li Yu's hand paused in mid-air, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a glimmer of anticipation. He looked up into the portal, his figure shifting slightly before he slowly stepped inside. The moment his figure completely disappeared within the portal, the arched doorway slowly closed, the stairs vanishing as well. The ninth level returned to its usual silence, save for the deep, resonant sound of artifacts still echoing in the depths, as if telling the ancient legends of the secret realm. Li Yu stood before the portal, pausing slightly. He could sense that the aura of the eighth level was completely different from that of the ninth. It lacked the violent pressure, but possessed a strange tranquility, as if concealing an unknown danger. And in the very center of the arched portal, a palm-sized jade tablet floated, engraved with the character "器" (artifact), its spiritual light shimmering, as if waiting for something.

Just as he reached out to touch the jade tablet, the patterns on both sides of the portal suddenly lit up, the clear sound of jade pendants abruptly became rapid, and the weapons hanging on the wall trembled, faintly showing signs of being unsheathed and ringing. A cold voice suddenly rang out from within the portal, devoid of any emotion: "Those who attempt to reach the eighth level must pass the weapon test; those who fail will be expelled from the secret realm."

Li Yu's hand paused in mid-air, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a glimmer of anticipation. He looked up into the portal, his figure shifting slightly before he slowly stepped inside. The moment his figure completely disappeared within the portal, the arched doorway slowly closed, the stairs vanished, and the ninth floor returned to its usual silence, save for the deep, resonant sound of ancient artifacts still echoing in the depths, as if telling the ancient legends of the secret realm.