I only want immortality.

The Celestial Immortal Path inheritance?!

Even though Lu Mingchen was already in a dangerous situation, he was still taken aback when he heard what Yang Xingkong said.

He had only heard that the Heavenly Immortal Path had no fixed rules and each person had their own method, but he had never heard that the Heavenly Immortal Path could be passed down from generation to generation.

As for the "Hall of No Restraint" mentioned by the other party, he had vaguely heard his master mention it before. It was a major sect in Runan many years ago, but due to its various evil methods and its difference from the common people, it was eventually besieged and destroyed by the surrounding sects and disappeared.

Overwhelmed with shock and anger, she tried to break free, but she didn't know what method the other party had used, and she couldn't use any of her Dao foundation or magic power. She was so anxious that her face turned red and her veins bulged.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, there's no need to struggle."

Yang Xingkong set up the magic array, speaking slowly and deliberately, but his hands never faltered. He moved with unwavering steps, his hands never stopping, and he smiled reassuringly as he said:

"What I've prepared for you are the finest restraint techniques from the former Wuju Palace. Don't even mention that you haven't fully solidified your Dao foundation yet; even a Grand Master could fall for them if they weren't careful. Of course, this has cost quite a bit..."

Yang Xingkong paused, his expression unchanged, and smiled broadly: "This is a top-grade treasure obtained at the cost of half the lives of the cultivators of my Yang clan."

Lu Mingchen was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You want to ask if it's worth it? Heh, it's totally worth it. What use are these Qi Refining cultivators even if they're all alive?"

With a flick of his finger, Yang Xingkong sent talismans into the magic array. Immediately, some array patterns surged within the array, flashing red light in an instant. Nodding in satisfaction, he sent another string of talismans into another part of the array. Without the slightest ripple of emotion, he calmly uttered words that sent chills down Lu Mingchen's spine.

"These are your relatives!"

Lu Mingchen instinctively wanted to say those words, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

"Oh, by the way, are you also wondering what the Celestial Immortal Path inheritance is?"

Yang Xingkong continued his hand seals, pouring out his secrets to this "Fellow Daoist Lu" whom he had been forced to endure for so long:

"Telling you won't hurt. The advantages and disadvantages of the Earth Immortal Path are both too great. The difficulty of cultivation is not high, but one will be bound by this spiritual cave for the rest of one's life. Even if one reaches the Golden Core or Yuan Saint realm, one cannot escape it. And how many people can transcend this realm?"

"Once one enters the spiritual realm, how can there ever be a day of transcendence?"

"If you want to be free, you must find a way to have the best of both worlds. This is the origin of the Heavenly Immortal Dao lineage of the Unbound Hall. Choose a cultivator and plant your soul in it. Once your Dao foundation is about to be formed, you can use the Dao foundation for your own purposes, learn the Dao through the Dao, and not be bound by the spiritual acupoint."

"The specific method is... hehe, I'll tell you after Fellow Daoist Lu dies."

Yang Xingkong suddenly stopped, clapped his hands lightly, and nodded in satisfaction. How could he really tell the secret to others?

Even if the other person is a dying person.

It was nothing more than a joke.

The entire formation lit up, and numerous skulls on the Bone Tower emitted red light, densely packed together.

Lu Mingchen's body trembled, and his entire body emitted a faint light, revealing his flesh, bones, and muscles beneath his skin.

As the formation was activated, Lu Mingchen finally had a sliver of an opportunity, but he neither cursed nor questioned. He simply looked down at the peace knot on his chest and said unwillingly:

"...This, is it fake too?"

Yang Xingkong's eyelids twitched, and the smile on his face gradually vanished. In silence, he slowly nodded:

"Of course it's true. If it weren't, how could I have fooled you?"

He gazed at the dense stitches on the peace cloth, a memory rising in his eyes—a tenderness mixed with a hint of disgust and avoidance, as if he didn't want to see it again.

He averted his gaze, a habitual smile appearing on his face, and teased:

"But you don't need to regret it. Even if you hadn't accepted it, it would have just been a bit more work. I've been with you for the past three years, and I haven't been doing nothing."

"Alright, I've said so much already, which is enough to repay Fellow Daoist Lu for his hard work over the past three years. If I am able to inquire about the Golden Core Dao tomorrow, Fellow Daoist will have witnessed it. How fortunate I am!"

After saying this, he raised his hand and waved it. Lu Mingchen suddenly felt his body lose control and began to cultivate on its own.

With a "pop" sound.

A cloud suddenly rose above Lu Mingchen's head, transforming into a cloud dragon that coiled around him.

Yang Xingkong clapped his hands and laughed, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, you've succeeded!"

The next instant, the cloud dragon was swallowed up by the White Bone Tower.

Almost at the same time.

Suddenly, a phantom image of a cloud dragon rose above the old grounds of the Thousand Hands Sect, stirring up clouds and mist, and bringing rain and wind.

Whether it was the Qinghe Sect members who were desperately defending their formation or the Song Kingdom cultivators who were attacking with all their might, they were all greatly surprised when they saw this cloud dragon!

"The Foundation of the Way!"

"Someone has attained enlightenment!"

The Song Kingdom cultivators' expressions changed drastically, while the Qinghe Sect cultivators were invigorated!

Among the eight valiant cultivators in the sect, a cry immediately arose:

"The Cloud Dragon Dharma Path must belong to Senior Brother Lu!"

"Senior Brother Lu has succeeded!"

"Quickly, join me in a counterattack!"

For a time, the morale of the Qinghe Sect cultivators reached its peak, while the morale of the Song Kingdom cultivators plummeted, and many of them began to hesitate.

Among the cultivators, Jin Daxu, Cui Minghao and others showed their unwillingness. At most, they would be able to break through the outermost array in half an hour, and then they might also have a chance to glimpse the Dao Foundation.

Even if there isn't enough time, second-grade spiritual caves often contain many second-grade treasures. Although they may not be old enough, they are still invaluable resources.

However, the situation has changed now, so let's not talk about it anymore.

Just as they were lamenting their loss, they suddenly saw the dragon in the sky struggle and roar silently, but in the blink of an eye, it vanished into nothingness.

"What happened?"

Whether they were cultivators from the Qinghe Sect or those from the Song Kingdom, they were all bewildered at this moment.

……

"Lu Mingchen has finally laid the foundation for his Dao."

At the border of Changsha Kingdom, Blackwater, Sandy Yellow Wind, Green Lotus, Crimson Fire... were locked in a fierce battle, but suddenly they sensed something, temporarily ceased their fighting, and looked toward the old site of the Thousand Hands Sect.

Wen Yao's eyes showed relief, Zhu Yu was overjoyed, but Xian Yuqiong and Ye Chutong both felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

The two of them barely managed to fight back and forth with Wen Yao and Zhu Yu using Ye Chutong's mirror magic weapon. Now that the other side has added a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator, they feel the pressure has increased even more.

The two exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, immediately headed towards the old site of the Thousand Hands Sect, intending to take advantage of the opponent's newly established foundation and still relatively weak state to nip it in the bud.

However, Wen Yao and his companion stopped them first.

Wen Yao smiled enigmatically: "Why are you two in such a hurry to leave? Why not linger a little longer?"

As they spoke, they had already made their move. The Blackwater Marsh tried its best to cover the two of them, and the Sand and Yellow Wind also moved accordingly. The four of them started fighting again. Under Wen Yao's deliberate restraint, they unknowingly crossed the border between the Song Kingdom and the Changsha Kingdom and started fighting towards the Changsha Kingdom.

……

"First, acquire the foundation of the Dao, use it to comprehend the Great Dao, and then create your own Great Dao..."

Li Pinghe silently watched this scene unfold within the Thousand Hands Sect's spiritual cave.

While it is called the Path of Celestial Immortals, this line of thinking is actually more like the approach of the Path of Human Immortals.

The Nine Revolutions Spirit Transfer Chapter records that all kinds of treasures can be used as objects for the foundation of one's cultivation, and even more so, they can be used as objects for cultivators to entrust their cultivation.

The premise is that these treasures themselves contain the Dao, and the cultivator's foundation in the Dao is naturally rich in the Dao, so they can also use it.

However, most methods of the Human Immortal Path cannot solve one problem: the cultivation level of Human Immortal Path cultivators is often limited by the upper limit of the treasures they possess, and their progress is even slower.

Previously, Li Pinghe did not understand the reason, but now that he has personally experienced the spiritual cave through a split soul, he understands many things.

If the Earth Immortals study the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the rivers, lakes, and seas, then the Human Immortals study what has already been achieved, what is a small pond dug by others. No matter how great their abilities, if they cannot see the heaven and earth, they can only be trapped in one place.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were just copying what others had said.

Of course, the path of the human immortal is not always like this. If one obtains top-grade natural treasures and one's own methods are not sealed, then the upper limit is hard to say. For example, the way of man and sword in harmony passed down from generation to generation in the Longyuan Sword Sect, where man nurtures sword and sword helps man, may not necessarily fail to produce great cultivators.

However, such inheritance is extremely rare and difficult, not much easier than the Path of the Celestial Immortals.

Strictly speaking, Yang Xingkong's Heavenly Immortal Path inheritance was also a clever trick, as it added another method to the cultivation method of the Human Immortal Path.

It was as if he had seized a new pond by trickery and force, and through the sluice gate of this pond, he diverted the water of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to his own pond via Lu Mingchen.

In this way, he not only saw the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but also possessed the ability to independently forge his Dao foundation without relying on spiritual caves, and at the same time, he could cultivate more easily like a Daoist immortal.

They enjoy all the benefits without suffering any harm.

"Unfortunately... can there be no perfect solution in this world? If the Celestial Immortal Dao inheritance of the Unbound Palace is truly so powerful, how could it have suffered the calamity of annihilation?"

As Li Pinghe watched Lu Mingchen's painstakingly forged Dao foundation being swallowed by the White Bone Tower, he finally stopped hesitating and a thought flashed through his mind...

"It's done!"

Seeing the White Bone Tower swallow the Cloud Dragon Dao Foundation condensed by Lu Mingchen, Lu Mingchen's gaze became blank, while Yang Xingkong's eyes flashed with an indescribable excitement.

He had sacrificed so much for this day: the groveling and subservience of the past three years, the offering of the Yang Clan's sacred site to the Qinghe Sect, and the loss of nearly 80% of the Yang Clan's members...

"It's not time to relax yet."

Yang Xingkong's excitement was quickly suppressed. He stepped forward and carefully held the white bone tower in his palm.

The White Bone Tower trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the Cloud Dragon Dao Foundation within it was still unwilling to be controlled by it.

Yang Xingkong didn't care. He made a hand seal, and the surrounding magic arrays rose into the air and quickly contracted, creating immense pressure to help the White Bone Tower suppress the Cloud Dragon Dao Foundation within.

As the white bone tower descended from top to bottom, the red light of each skull's eyes gradually brightened, and just as it was about to reach the bottom level, a beam of clear light suddenly shot out from between Lu Mingchen's eyebrows!

Yang Xingkong was completely focused on the bone tower, and had not anticipated that Lu Mingchen would encounter such a mishap at this crucial moment. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. His expression changed drastically, and he could only shout in shock and anger, "Stop!"

However, how could that clear light obey? In the blink of an eye, it crashed headfirst into the white bone tower!

"No--"

Yang Xingkong's eyes widened in disbelief!

The white bone tower swayed slightly, and then the red light on the skull on it went out one after another with a series of "bangs"!

The clear light did not give up. With a gentle turn, it grabbed the White Bone Tower along with the Cloud Dragon Dao Foundation within it, and was about to break through the air and leave.

Yang Xingkong was both shocked and furious, but he immediately thought of a way to counter it. He made a hand seal, and suddenly a net-like array pattern appeared around the White Bone Tower, covering it from above!

This White Bone Tower was created by sacrificing countless members of the Yang clan, and is connected to them by blood. No matter how far apart they are, they can be summoned with a single thought.

However, this was exactly what Qingguang had been waiting for. He suddenly abandoned the White Bone Tower, retreated instead of advancing, and pressed his body directly towards Yang Xingkong!

Yang Xingkong's heart skipped a beat, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood and then let the light rush towards him!

In that instant, blood from his heart fell onto the White Bone Tower, while the clear light pierced Yang Xingkong.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, hundreds of talismanic lights emanated from Yang Xingkong's body, making a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers!

The light flashed and quickly revealed the figure of an old man, who held a Qiankun bag embroidered with the character "Yang" in his hand, but his brows were furrowed as he stared intently at the person opposite him.

Opposite him, Yang Xingkong's face was ashen, yet a blood-stained smile appeared on his lips. In his hands, he had somehow managed to lift the white bone tower stained with his heart's blood.

On the Tower of Bones, every skull has red eyes, as if it were alive.

"I never expected it to be you, Li Canglang. No wonder my grandfather praised your wisdom and insight back then; you had already planted a hidden trap for him... Unfortunately, no matter how many schemes you devised, you were ultimately no match for fate. I have won!"

Yang Xingkong stared at Li Pinghe, whose face was solemn, his eyes flashing with surprise, unexpectedness, fear, ruthlessness, and a hint of undisguised smugness.

For him, surpassing others was far less important than surpassing someone as shrewd and calculating as Li Pinghe, especially since the latter was a renowned senior.

Li Pinghe remained silent. Even if he was good at calculation, how could he have figured out that Yang Xingkong had so insanely stacked hundreds of protective talismans on his body?

Moreover, he was not his true self here; it was merely an insignificant split soul. Faced with a situation where defenses were practically impenetrable, he naturally returned empty-handed.

At most, seeing that the situation had taken an unexpected turn, he had no choice but to take a step back and snatch the Qiankun bag...

Unfortunately, it seems we can't take this Qiankun bag back with us.

Li Pinghe's gaze fell on the white bone tower, and a deep solemnity arose in his eyes.

But then the blood-stained white bone tower slowly turned, and Lu Mingchen, who had been looking down, suddenly opened his eyes and stared stiffly at Li Pinghe.

An indescribable pressure instantly fell on Li Pinghe!

Despite not making any movement, it was as if a mountain had fallen, and the soul, which had been instilled by the Great Dao, began to sway like a candle in the wind.

"Is this the foundation of the Dao?"

A hint of infatuation rose in Yang Xingkong's eyes. Through the White Bone Pagoda, he had successfully gained complete control over a Dao Foundation cultivator. If he wanted, he could do anything he couldn't do before.

For example, crushing someone in front of him as easily as crushing an ant, someone he might never have been able to reach.

And now, all you need to do is reach out your hand...

boom!

Lu Mingchen suddenly exploded!

Flesh, blood, and bones turned into powder in an instant, but a touch of red emerged from within, and in that instant, the powder was reassembled!

This turn of events was so sudden; almost in the blink of an eye, to the astonishment of Li Pinghe and Yang Xingkong, a figure in red had already leaped out from the pile of flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, a finger struck Yang Xingkong's brow.

boom!

Having exhausted over a hundred magic talismans, Yang Xingkong now had no power to resist. Silently, his finger force pierced through his bones.

He immediately reached out and took the white bone tower into his palm before landing. He looked at Li Pinghe with a calm expression and smiled gently:

"Brother Li, it's been many years! How have you been?"

Her red dress was as red as blood, her skin as white as snow, and her voice and appearance surpassed even that of a woman.

Li Pinghe was stunned for a moment, and could hardly believe his eyes:

"Ning He?!"