Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

Thus, the cycle of four lifetimes has come to an end.

With a long sigh, Shen Ye awoke from his dream, only to find himself still in the same stone chamber he had started in.

The fluorescent stone overhead emitted a cold, eerie light, and clear water seeped into the stone trough in the corner of the wall, just like when you close your eyes.

The scenes I experienced receded like the tide, and I could no longer remember exactly what I had gone through; only some blurry remnants remained in my mind.

The great dream of eternity will eventually end in awakening, and the path to cultivation will begin.

What he learned from his four lifetimes boils down to one thing.

"The great path is not yet complete, so do not stop your steps."

"Cultivating immortality, if you truly wish to attain the Great Dao, you may lack talent, you may waste time searching for the right path, but you must never lose your sincere heart in seeking immortality and attaining the Dao!"

At this moment, the stone figure's voice once again echoed faintly from the surrounding walls.

"The test is over."

"Six people entered, and one passed through."

The opposite stone wall slowly cracked open, revealing a new passage.

"What lies ahead is the secret opportunity of this hidden realm."

"Go and get it."

Shen Ye stood up and walked into the passage.

The passage wasn't long, and the walls were covered with ancient patterns of various shapes. The deeper you went, the stronger the spiritual energy in the air became.

At the end was a rather spacious stone chamber.

In the center of the room stood a waist-high stone platform. The surface of the platform was blank except for densely engraved array patterns that shimmered with a faint spiritual light.

Shen Ye walked over.

The moment he stepped onto the stone platform, a crack suddenly appeared in the void above the platform.

A wisp of pale blue light drifted out from the crack, swirled lightly in mid-air, and then flew straight toward him, disappearing into his brow.

In an instant, a cultivation technique of only a few thousand words appeared in Shen Ye's mind.

The formulas, operating routes, and precautions during practice are all meticulously detailed and presented in the most minute way.

At the same moment, a very faint halo floated on his body surface, seeping into his skin like a living thing, and then disappeared into his body along his meridians.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The array patterns on the table flickered for a moment, then went completely dark and remained silent.

Shen Ye closed his eyes and carefully read through the cultivation technique, having already grasped most of it.

The technique itself is not particularly complex, but the underlying principles are quite ingenious.

Using the cultivator's own death energy as a medium, it draws in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming death into life.

Ordinary cultivators cannot master this technique, since living people have no death energy to draw upon.

But Shen Ye was different.

Although he couldn't explain why, he could clearly feel that this technique had a natural harmony with his body.

Shen Ye immediately sat down cross-legged and began to practice the technique according to its instructions.

Following the incantation, the spiritual energy seeped into the body from between the eyebrows, traveling along the meridians and acupoints, and circulating throughout the limbs and bones.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to shift from breathing through his mouth and nose to some deeper breathing technique, and all the pores on his body suddenly opened, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Boom!

The spiritual energy circulated within the body, and after several cycles, it finally rushed into a deep, dark place in the abdomen.

When the dantian is opened, magical power is born.

The spirit was drawn into the body; it was successful.

Feeling the faint yet real spiritual energy within his dantian, Shen Ye slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, he found that his senses had been cleared of dust, and everything around him became much clearer.

One layer of Qi.

Strangely enough, when Xianfan wanted to praise him, he wasn't as excited as he had imagined.

He just sat quietly for a long time.

Suddenly, the first life in that dream flashed into my mind.

That was also a boy who had spent the night watching the stars from the rooftop of a mountain village. As dawn approached, he suddenly realized something, jumped off the roof, and ran to tell his mother:

"I'm not getting married, I'm going to cultivate immortality!"

At this moment, the boy's lifelong wish has come true.

That was my only thought; I had no other intentions.

Shen Ye stood up.

A crack appeared in the wall on one side of the stone platform, revealing a passageway extending upwards.

The stone man's voice came one last time.

"This is the way home; just go out."

"From now on, you have to walk your own path."

……

The passageway went uphill and became narrower and narrower, and the spiritual energy in the air gradually thinned out, eventually returning to the ordinary mountain and wild atmosphere.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, a crack appeared in the stone ahead, through which a few slivers of hazy sunlight shone.

Shen Ye squeezed out sideways.

The mountain breeze, carrying the pungent smell of grass and trees and a burnt odor, blew in.

He emerged not from the entrance of the passageway he had entered, but from a very hidden crevice in the cliff above, overgrown with weeds and vines. If one did not look carefully, one would not even notice that there was an exit here.

From this vantage point, one can see exactly what's happening in the valley below.

The valley was in complete chaos.

Shen Ye didn't know how long he had been in the secret realm, but the situation outside was clearly no longer the same as before.

In the distant valley, thunderous explosions accompanied by bursts of light and flame spread outwards from the valley floor, revealing several groups of people locked in a fierce battle.

The magical light of the multicolored magic spread out, and the vegetation on the mountain path that was swept up was almost instantly turned into dust. The previously intact ground was blown to pieces, with charred pits and broken rocks everywhere.

He didn't think much of it; no matter how dangerous the situation below was, it had nothing to do with him, a mere level one Qi Refining cultivator.

The most important thing right now is to get out of there as soon as possible.

While everyone below was engrossed in the bloodshed and no one was paying attention to the small, dusty figure on the cliff above,

Shen Ye lowered his body and, close to the rocky slope on the side of the cliff, felt his way down step by step.

Their footsteps were extremely light, and they landed almost silently.

Below the scree slope, a narrow path, completely hidden by bushes, winds its way around the cliff, just missing the main battlefield in the valley.

Shen Ye crouched down and disappeared into the bushes.

The aftershocks of the melee came from behind him every now and then, sending rocks flying everywhere, some of which hit the rock wall beside him, sending up a burst of sparks.

He didn't look back, he just kept running forward with his head down.

……

In the midst of the chaos.

Lu Ci was locked in combat with an unfamiliar gray-robed cultivator. He activated the banners with all his might, and three banner spirits, each wielding a weapon, rushed towards the gray-robed cultivator, causing a gust of cold wind to sweep across the ground.

Just then, he glanced unintentionally at the cliff above him out of the corner of his eye.

A dusty figure was crouching low, feeling its way down the scree slope of the cliff face, moving quickly and carefully.

If he hadn't been secretly keeping an eye on the situation on the other side of the secret realm, he would never have noticed it at all.

Just as Sun Yunqi said, that kid went into that place and came out unharmed.

Moreover, the exit point wasn't the main entrance, but rather a crevice in the rock above.

Lu Ci remained expressionless, but his strike became even heavier, forcing the gray-robed cultivator back two steps with a powerful banner strike.

But his position had already shifted half a step without him noticing, veering slightly in the direction Shen Ye was fleeing.

Shen Ye was reaching out from the bushes.

Just as he was about to escape the valley,

Lu Ci and the gray-robed cultivator clashed again, their banners and magical artifacts collided head-on, producing a muffled boom.

The aftershocks spread outwards, with one wave of air sweeping across the ground at the edge of the battlefield, flipping over several corpses lying haphazardly.

A dusty gray cloth bag slipped out of the arms of one of the corpses, rolled several meters away in the blast wave, and finally got stuck at the base of a clump of bushes.

The clump of bushes was right at Shen Ye's feet.

The whole process was so smooth that there wasn't a hint of deliberate effort involved.

To an outsider, it was just an ordinary aftershock in the midst of the chaos; who would notice where a tattered bag rolled off to?

Shen Ye was crouching down as he hurried along when he suddenly bumped into something.

He paused, glanced down, and saw a drab cloth bag, not very big, half-covered in mud and grass.

Shen Ye quickly glanced around; no one was looking at him, everyone's mind was focused on the battle.

Without hesitation, he bent down, scooped up the bag, stuffed it into his arms, and got up to continue running.

As you turn the narrow path past the foot of the mountain, the shouts of battle behind you fade into the distance.