My Perfect Immortal Cultivation Life

The instant the black dagger was knocked away by the spiritual light of the bronze cauldron, the offensive of weapons in the training ground suddenly surged. The originally orderly encirclement instantly turned into a chaotic melee. Dozens of magical artifacts simultaneously activated their spiritual energy, their sharp auras cutting through the air with a hissing sound, even causing subtle ripples in the surrounding space. Under the continuous impact, the heavy defensive barrier's spiritual light rapidly dimmed, and several fine cracks appeared on its surface.

Li Yu's fingertips turned slightly white as he rapidly formed hand seals to control the magical artifacts. The spiritual energy within his dantian surged like a mighty river, continuously flowing into the two artifacts before him. He knew very well that these two damaged ancient artifacts were already depleted of spiritual energy and their runes were sluggish. They had only managed to hold on until now because he was forcibly replenishing their essence with his own spiritual energy. If he continued like this, the two artifacts would run out of spiritual energy and shatter completely before even an incense stick could burn out.

The figure in the shadows remained motionless, making no move, yet exuding a subtle sense of oppression, as if coldly observing his limits, or waiting for him to reveal a weakness.

Li Yu glanced at the shadow out of the corner of his eye, but instead of panicking, he calmed himself down and simply withdrew half of his defensive spiritual energy, pouring it all into the bladeless longsword.

The essence of weapon control passed down from Wanqi Peak has never been about brute force or resistance. It is about using the mind to control the weapon and the spirit to control the power. Only when man and weapon are in harmony can their ultimate power be unleashed.

He closed his eyes, completely abandoning the use of his naked eye to predict attacks. He focused only on the two magical artifacts, his pores opening wide to perceive every fluctuation of spiritual energy and the trajectory of every weapon. The next second, he let out a low shout, his hand seals abruptly changing direction:

"Guard your heart with the cauldron, break the deadlock with the sword!"

The broken bronze cauldron hanging overhead instantly shrank, no longer forming a large barrier, but becoming the size of a palm, steadily hovering directly above his dantian, guarding only his core vitals. All the impact was neutralized by the cauldron's heavy aura, dissipating ninety percent of the force. Meanwhile, the seemingly useless bladeless longsword suddenly erupted with an unprecedented azure light, its blade trembling and emitting a clear, resonant cry. It no longer passively parried, but instead actively charged towards the barrage of weapons.

The absence of a blade does not mean the absence of a sharp edge.

This sword was not originally a weapon of slaughter, but rather a weapon-drawing sword that used spiritual energy as its edge and the essence of the weapon as its blade. Wherever the azure light swept, the weapons that came towards it were all deflected by the sword's essence, colliding with each other and crashing to the ground. The originally impenetrable encirclement was instantly torn open. Li Yu did not move his feet, his divine sense firmly locking onto the longsword. With his own divine sense, he simultaneously controlled two magical weapons, one for defense and one for offense, one steady and one sharp, with the rhythm not fluctuating at all.

The rapidly draining spiritual energy instantly stabilized. He no longer stubbornly withstood the futile attacks, focusing only on attacking weaknesses and defending vital points. The pressure on his body decreased sharply, his surging blood and qi gradually calmed down, and even the beads of sweat on his forehead stopped dripping.

The figure in the shadows moved slightly.

Just then, the incense ash at the edge of the trial ground gently fell, and the last wisp of smoke dissipated with the wind.

One incense stick later, we arrived.

The overwhelming offensive came to an abrupt halt. All the weapons froze in mid-air for a moment, then, like a receding tide, returned to their positions, hovering once more on the wall, their sharpness completely concealed, devoid of any ferocity. The bronze cauldron and longsword slowly flew back to Li Yu's side, their spiritual light dimmed, yet they remained steadily suspended, their sounds peaceful.

That cold voice rang out again, this time with less mechanical indifference and more of a subtle hint of approval: "Second stage, weapon control, passed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the training ground trembled slightly, and the stone table in the center rose up again. There were no objects on the table, only a lump of pure white, warm and smooth spiritual material. Next to it was a small carving knife about an inch long, with its blade concealed and no spiritual energy leaking out.

"The third challenge is weapon condensation. It is also the final trial."

As the sound echoed, the surrounding scenery slowly changed. All the weapons on the walls disappeared, and the circular training ground transformed into an ancient and quiet weapon-refining room, complete with furnaces, fire veins, and weapon-making platforms. The air was filled with pure weapon-refining spiritual energy.

"You have half an hour to forge a magical artifact of your own, using the spiritual materials before you as a foundation and your own divine sense as a guide. Do not seek high or low grade, nor powerful killing force; only strive for unity between the artifact and its spirit, so that the artifact moves in accordance with your will. If you fail to forge it, or if its spirit becomes scattered, you will be immediately expelled from the secret realm and never to return."

After the rules were explained, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Even the wind stopped, leaving only Li Yu's steady breathing and the slight humming of the two magical artifacts beside him.

Li Yu walked slowly to the altar and gently touched the luminous white spiritual material with his fingertips. The warm spiritual energy flowed into his body through his fingertips, perfectly merging with his own spiritual energy without any separation. He knew very well that the first two tests, identifying and controlling the weapon, tested his eyesight, skill, and control, while this final test, condensing the weapon, tested his inner will.

The way of all things is that the vessel is the carrier, and the mind is the foundation. When the mind is chaotic, the vessel falls apart; when the mind is calm, the vessel is formed.

He didn't immediately draw his sword, nor did he ignite the fire vein. Instead, he stood quietly before the altar, closed his eyes, and recalled his journey so far. The overwhelming gravity of the ninth level, the oppressive feeling of making every step difficult, the series of trials on the eighth level, the siege of countless weapons, and the gaze that had always been watching him from the shadows.

He came to this Myriad Artifacts Secret Realm not to seize ancient divine weapons, nor to gain empty fame, but to temper himself, break through bottlenecks, guard his Dao heart, and walk his own path steadily.

Once a thought is made up, the mind is free of distractions.

Li Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, devoid of any emotion. He raised his hand to ignite the spiritual fire beneath the altar, the flame gentle and pure, neither raging nor fierce, just enough to slowly melt the clump of spiritual material without harming its essence. He picked up the small carving knife, not carving intricate patterns, nor forging a sharp edge, his fingertips as steady as a mountain, stroke by stroke, following his own will, slowly shaping it.

He did not forge swords, refine cauldrons, or create any magical artifacts for attack or defense.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the spiritual fire slowly died down. On the platform, a pale blue token, about the size of a square inch, lay quietly. The token was plain and unadorned, its surface smooth and warm. On the front was engraved only a simple character "渔" (fish), and on the back was engraved a basic protective rune. Its spiritual energy was restrained, not revealing any sharpness, yet it was completely integrated with Li Yu's divine sense and spiritual energy, as if it had been born to him.

The moment the token took shape, the entire eighth level suddenly lit up, with countless rays of spiritual light converging from all directions and pouring into the token. All the weapons on the walls simultaneously resonated, as if paying homage to this newly created magical artifact, and even the aura of the entire secret realm became gentler.

Li Yu raised his hand and grasped the token. The token was warm to the touch and connected to his mind. With a thought, a layer of gentle spiritual light enveloped him, making him calm, composed, and serene.

Just then, that cold voice rang out for the third time. This time, it was completely devoid of indifference, carrying a clear approval: "All three trials have been passed, your mind is pure, you do not chase after brilliance, nor covet power, and you are in harmony with the true nature of all weapons. You have officially passed the eighth trial."

As the words fell, the scene in the weapon-refining room slowly faded away, the arched doorway reopened, and a downward staircase clearly appeared, leading directly to the seventh level of the secret realm. And at the front of the staircase, the figure that had been hidden in the shadows finally slowly emerged.

It was a phantom dressed in a plain-colored Taoist robe, with a blurred face and a tall and straight figure. It exuded an ancient aura that was completely the same as that of the Myriad Weapons Secret Realm. Its gaze fell on Li Yu, gentle yet carrying a heavy pressure.

The phantom slowly spoke, its voice no longer cold, but hoarse with the weight of time: "For hundreds of years, you are the first challenger to reach this point and still maintain your integrity."

Li Yu held the token calmly, bowing slightly to the illusory figure with neither servility nor arrogance. He knew that this illusory figure before him was the true master of the eighth level of the Myriad Artifacts Secret Realm, and also the greatest secret hidden deep within this realm.

The instant the black dagger was knocked away by the spiritual light of the bronze cauldron, the offensive of weapons in the training ground suddenly surged. The originally orderly encirclement instantly turned into a chaotic melee. Dozens of magical artifacts simultaneously activated their spiritual energy, their sharp auras cutting through the air with a hissing sound, even causing subtle ripples in the surrounding space. Under the continuous impact, the heavy defensive barrier's spiritual light rapidly dimmed, and several fine cracks appeared on its surface.

Li Yu's fingertips turned slightly white as he rapidly formed hand seals to control the magical artifacts. The spiritual energy within his dantian surged like a mighty river, continuously flowing into the two artifacts before him. He knew very well that these two damaged ancient artifacts were already depleted of spiritual energy and their runes were sluggish. They had only managed to hold on until now because he was forcibly replenishing their essence with his own spiritual energy. If he continued like this, the two artifacts would run out of spiritual energy and shatter completely before even an incense stick could burn out.

The figure in the shadows remained motionless, making no move, yet exuding a subtle sense of oppression, as if coldly observing his limits, or waiting for him to reveal a weakness.

Li Yu glanced at the shadow out of the corner of his eye, but instead of panicking, he calmed himself down and simply withdrew half of his defensive spiritual energy, pouring it all into the bladeless longsword.

The essence of weapon control passed down from Wanqi Peak has never been about brute force or resistance. It is about using the mind to control the weapon and the spirit to control the power. Only when man and weapon are in harmony can their ultimate power be unleashed.

He closed his eyes, completely abandoning the use of his naked eye to predict attacks. He focused only on the two magical artifacts, his pores opening wide to perceive every fluctuation of spiritual energy and the trajectory of every weapon. The next second, he let out a low shout, his hand seals abruptly changing direction:

"Guard your heart with the cauldron, break the deadlock with the sword!"

The broken bronze cauldron hanging overhead instantly shrank, no longer forming a large barrier, but becoming the size of a palm, steadily hovering directly above his dantian, guarding only his core vitals. All the impact was neutralized by the cauldron's heavy aura, dissipating ninety percent of the force. Meanwhile, the seemingly useless bladeless longsword suddenly erupted with an unprecedented azure light, its blade trembling and emitting a clear, resonant cry. It no longer passively parried, but instead actively charged towards the barrage of weapons.

The absence of a blade does not mean the absence of a sharp edge.

This sword was not originally a weapon of slaughter, but rather a weapon-drawing sword that used spiritual energy as its edge and the essence of the weapon as its blade. Wherever the azure light swept, the weapons that came towards it were all deflected by the sword's essence, colliding with each other and crashing to the ground. The originally impenetrable encirclement was instantly torn open. Li Yu did not move his feet, his divine sense firmly locking onto the longsword. With his own divine sense, he simultaneously controlled two magical weapons, one for defense and one for offense, one steady and one sharp, with the rhythm not fluctuating at all.

The rapidly draining spiritual energy instantly stabilized. He no longer stubbornly withstood the futile attacks, focusing only on attacking weaknesses and defending vital points. The pressure on his body decreased sharply, his surging blood and qi gradually calmed down, and even the beads of sweat on his forehead stopped dripping.

The figure in the shadows moved slightly.

Just then, the incense ash at the edge of the trial ground gently fell, and the last wisp of smoke dissipated with the wind.

One incense stick later, we arrived.

The overwhelming offensive came to an abrupt halt. All the weapons froze in mid-air for a moment, then, like a receding tide, returned to their positions, hovering once more on the wall, their sharpness completely concealed, devoid of any ferocity. The bronze cauldron and longsword slowly flew back to Li Yu's side, their spiritual light dimmed, yet they remained steadily suspended, their sounds peaceful.

That cold voice rang out again, this time with less mechanical indifference and more of a subtle hint of approval: "Second stage, weapon control, passed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the training ground trembled slightly, and the stone table in the center rose up again. There were no objects on the table, only a lump of pure white, warm and smooth spiritual material. Next to it was a small carving knife about an inch long, with its blade concealed and no spiritual energy leaking out.

"The third challenge is weapon condensation. It is also the final trial."

As the sound echoed, the surrounding scenery slowly changed. All the weapons on the walls disappeared, and the circular training ground transformed into an ancient and quiet weapon-refining room, complete with furnaces, fire veins, and weapon-making platforms. The air was filled with pure weapon-refining spiritual energy.

"You have half an hour to forge a magical artifact of your own, using the spiritual materials before you as a foundation and your own divine sense as a guide. Do not seek high or low grade, nor powerful killing force; only strive for unity between the artifact and its spirit, so that the artifact moves in accordance with your will. If you fail to forge it, or if its spirit becomes scattered, you will be immediately expelled from the secret realm and never to return."

After the rules were explained, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Even the wind stopped, leaving only Li Yu's steady breathing and the slight humming of the two magical artifacts beside him.

Li Yu walked slowly to the altar and gently touched the luminous white spiritual material with his fingertips. The warm spiritual energy flowed into his body through his fingertips, perfectly merging with his own spiritual energy without any separation. He knew very well that the first two tests, identifying and controlling the weapon, tested his eyesight, skill, and control, while this final test, condensing the weapon, tested his inner will.

The way of all things is that the vessel is the carrier, and the mind is the foundation. When the mind is chaotic, the vessel falls apart; when the mind is calm, the vessel is formed.

He didn't immediately draw his sword, nor did he ignite the fire vein. Instead, he stood quietly before the altar, closed his eyes, and recalled his journey so far. The overwhelming gravity of the ninth level, the oppressive feeling of making every step difficult, the series of trials on the eighth level, the siege of countless weapons, and the gaze that had always been watching him from the shadows.

He came to this Myriad Artifacts Secret Realm not to seize ancient divine weapons, nor to gain empty fame, but to temper himself, break through bottlenecks, guard his Dao heart, and walk his own path steadily.

Once a thought is made up, the mind is free of distractions.

Li Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, devoid of any emotion. He raised his hand to ignite the spiritual fire beneath the altar, the flame gentle and pure, neither raging nor fierce, just enough to slowly melt the clump of spiritual material without harming its essence. He picked up the small carving knife, not carving intricate patterns, nor forging a sharp edge, his fingertips as steady as a mountain, stroke by stroke, following his own will, slowly shaping it.