The Mysterious Immortal, the Everlasting Lamp

"I condensed sixteen strands of true energy in one night. It turns out my talent is so outstanding."

Lu Wenze's mouth stretched from ear to ear, and he was laughing very happily.

He had learned about the cultivation status of his other senior brothers. His eldest senior brother, Wen Yuliang, had only condensed two to three strands of true qi in one night of cultivation when he first entered the Dao Embryo Realm.

As the rooster crowed at dawn, Lu Wenze felt his energy was excessively high, and he was completely unable to sleep.

This is also the meaning of cultivation: to transcend the mundane and take the first step on the path to immortality in a true sense.

Lu Wenze flipped his wrist, and his natal magic weapon appeared in his palm.

Upon closer inspection, the lamp body is not entirely cast from a single piece of brass. On both sides of the lamp body, which contains kerosene, there are two vertical markings formed by inlaying glass into the brass. The remaining amount of kerosene can be clearly measured through the glass markings.

When this dragon oil lamp was bound, only one-tenth of the dragon oil in the bottle had been used.

The fire dragon oil in the bottle had been used to deal with the demonic shadow.

[Purify the polluted spiritual body and condense a small ball of pure spiritual energy.]

Lu Wenze looked at the information box that popped up in front of him, a hint of joy on his face.

Did the time-space power they brought with them remain after they traveled through time?

Is this the power of spacetime deduction and analysis?

"This damn low-spec panel information."

"How delightful!"

Although it wasn't a cheat system in the traditional sense of online novels, the information box that appeared in front of him still made Lu Wenze genuinely happy.

Through the glass scale, Lu Wenze saw a layer of white mist floating inside the container that held the kerosene in the lamp.

His soul, which had traveled from another world, had separated from his body and merged into his natal magical artifact.

The joy that comes from the depths of one's soul for pure divine energy is genuine.

After the flames of the Fire Dragon Oil burned away the demonic shadow, the pure mist-like substance left behind was clearly beneficial to his soul when absorbed.

Lu Wenze hesitated.

Should it be used on one's natal magical artifact, or on this current soul?

"My natal magic weapon is my trump card; it can only ever be used as a backup plan."

"Now that I have transmigrated into this body, whether I cultivate or live in this world, it will all be done by this body."

"At this stage, it's no longer possible to distinguish between the 'original owner' and the 'previous body'."

"They are essentially one entity, with only primary and secondary aspects clearly distinguished."

"One only has one life, and one's natal artifact is always just an instrument, not the real person."

Having made his decision, Lu Wenze sent his natal magic weapon back to his sea of ​​consciousness. He then controlled the Everlasting Lamp with his mind, unscrewing the lamp head to reveal the oil lamp bottle.

Pure divine energy floated out and flowed into his soul.

The traces left by the invasion of the demonic shadow were completely smoothed out as pure divine energy merged in.

And it strengthened his soul.

Lu Wenze was immediately alarmed.

He didn't feel anything unusual about his soul while he was cultivating.

Even when cultivating with the power of dual souls, he had absolute control over both his body and soul, and never discovered the hidden dangers left by the invasion of his soul by the demonic shadow.

"The power level of the Dao Demon Shadow has exceeded my current level of understanding."

This is Lu Wenze's evaluation of Dao Moying.

It is obvious that Senior Brother Wen Yuliang's cultivation level has reached an extremely high level.

Three thousand Dao patterns lock the elixir body.

Recalling his senior brother's gentle and refined image, a hint of anger flashed in Lu Wenze's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Impotent rage will only lead you into a bigger predicament.

Given his senior brother Wen Yuliang's cultivation level, if he truly harbored murderous intent towards him, Lu Wenze would have absolutely no power to resist.

At least, the death crisis brought about by the Dao Demon Shadow is still within the rules.

"Just follow the rules, and you'll survive."

creak.

Lu Wenze opened the doors and windows to let the room air out. The fresh air after the rain filled the room, making him feel comfortable.

Ashes and footprints lay scattered on the threshold.

It was truly a thrilling night.

Looking at the runes engraved on the door bolt, the characters are elegant and unrestrained, exuding a wildness that conveys an unquestionable law.

The person who wrote this text possesses extraordinary spiritual cultivation.

The rules he set seemed to shroud the entire Fire Dragon Academy under his rule.

Lu Wenze was very curious about which senior from the Fire Dragon Academy had inscribed the Dao script.

This text possesses such powerful binding force.

"The Demon Shadow is a calamity. If this calamity were not shrouded in the rules, the Fire Dragon Academy might only have one powerful cultivator left."

Lu Wenze couldn't help but turn his gaze to the central courtyard, as if he were looking beyond the central courtyard where his master was recuperating in seclusion, and landing on the front courtyard of the No. 2 courtyard.

The backyard of No. 2 Courtyard is now deserted, with only Lu Wenze living there.

In the front yard, there were also the eldest senior brother Wen Yuliang and the second senior brother Liu Bai.

"Does my senior brother know I'm still alive?"

Lu Wenze made a bold guess in his mind.

The shadow of the demon still loomed over his heart.

But Lu Wenze was very curious about what his senior brother Wen Yuliang's expression would be if he saw that he was still alive.

Before I knew it, I had walked to the front yard.

Being a disciple of the master has one advantage: you don't have to do any work at the Fire Dragon Academy.

As a direct descendant of the Fire Dragon Academy, Lu Wenze, this cowherd, had enjoyed some good fortune.

"Yuliang, think this through carefully."

Just as I reached the front yard, Uncle Chixin's voice came again.

At this moment, Uncle Chixin had a solemn expression and was talking with his eldest brother, Wen Yuliang.

At this time, the eldest brother Wen Yuliang was not in good condition. He was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked more than ten years older.

However, the eldest brother, Wen Yuliang, is an enlightened being, and his realm is already on the same level as that of his master, Chixin.

Uncle Chixin looks like a young man in his thirties.

However, Lu Wenze knew very well that his Uncle Chixin was already close to sixty or seventy years old.

Lu Wenze is unaware of his exact age.

"Uncle-Master, please return. This is Master's tribulation, and also a tribulation for you as his disciple."

Wen Yuliang calmly rejected his Uncle Chixin's words.

"You know the Daoist academy's tradition; the only way to overcome this demonic tribulation of Dao Dan is through self-salvation!"

"Moreover, my nephew is still far from achieving the Three Thousand Dao Patterns Locking Body."

"Stubborn rock".

Uncle Chixin wanted to curse loudly, but when he got to the point of speaking, facing Wen Yuliang and the smelly, hard stone, he only uttered two words.

"Let's go, let's go, let's see when all the people in this Second Hospital will die."

Uncle Chixin summoned his disciples to carry a corpse out.

Lu Wenze felt ice-cold all over.

The body was carried away from the front yard of the Second Hospital?

There is only one answer.

Second Senior Brother Liu Bai is dead.

How did he die?

With Second Senior Brother's cultivation level, even if Dao Demon Shadow's voice had the power to bewitch people, he wouldn't be bewitched, would he?

How did he do it?

Lu Wenze stared intently at his senior brother, Wen Yuliang.

Uncle Chixin and his men walked past him, forgetting to bow.

"snort."

Uncle Chixin snorted coldly, not taking Lu Wenze, who had only recently joined the sect, seriously.

A disciple who has been with the Fire Dragon Academy for half a year is not yet qualified to join the game.

When the eldest disciple, Wen Yuliang, turned around and saw Lu Wenze, he trembled. The expression on his face at that moment was quite interesting.

His expression shifted from surprise, confusion, and doubt to eventual relief.

"Liu Bai is dead. He fulfilled my wish." Two lines of tears streamed down the cheeks of the eldest brother, Wen Yuliang.

"Junior brother, I know you have many questions in your mind. Come, let me invite you into my room to discuss them in detail."

Wen Yuliang gestured for him to proceed.

Inviting me into the house? Lu Wenze's mind immediately cleared.

Isn't this the highest level of sincerity?

If I were a demonic shadow, and my senior brother invited me into the house, wouldn't that be handing over my life?