I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Xuan Yuan Peak.

The mountain wind whistled, causing Daoist robes to flutter.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged, breathing in and out the spiritual energy as he cultivated the Xuan Yuan Secret Tome.

The primary reason for his secluded cultivation in the Mysterious Primordial Sect was to increase his mana, for in the Dongsheng Divine Continent where human immortals and True Gods still existed, he dared not reclaim Kunlun Cave Heaven for the time being.

Lest one day they met face to face, without the need for any secret technique to discern reincarnation, the towering karmic force above one’s head would make it clear.

The eldest senior brother has reincarnated!

Next, he coveted the Xuan Yuan Secret Tome, which was a superior body refinement technique. Once mastered, it would allow one to develop the Xuan Yuan Law Body, capable of withstanding magical treasures without any protective spiritual light, and the body’s recovery rate would far exceed those of the same stage.

“Last year, poor Dao just celebrated the grand birthday of 8,000 years, having outlived ten generations of Nascent Souls, yet to this day, I have not broken through to Primordial Spirit,”

“However, poor Dao is in no rush. Today I cultivate one technique, tomorrow another, constantly growing in strength. With a thousand spells and ten thousand divine skills at my side, perhaps I can even learn from the geniuses and take on Divinity Transformation in reverse!”

Zhou Yi thought thus in jest. Should he face a Divinity Transformation being in reality, he would vanish without a trace at the first sign of danger.

At that moment.

A purple light swooped across the sky and upon landing, transformed into a girl about ten years old—it was Xuan Yu.

“Little Yi, I haven’t supervised you for a while, and here you are slacking off again,”

Xuan Yu waved her little fist, still revealing a child’s temperament despite becoming a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Zhou Yi hurriedly clasped his hands in plea, “Eldest senior sister, spare my life!”

The reason he called her eldest senior sister was that the eldest and second senior brothers had successively perished, their Dao and physical form extinguished under the Golden Core Heavenly Tribulation. The eldest senior brother died due to a guilty conscience, failing to overcome the inner demons, while the second senior brother perished from insufficient cultivation base and talent.

To die under Heavenly Tribulation is considered the most common occurrence among cultivators.

The Cultivation World in the Dongsheng Divine Continent was at its pinnacle, however, the odds of advancing from Qi Refinement to Core Formation were less than one in ten.

Ling Weizi grieved for some time, lamenting the unpredictability of the Heavenly Dao, and then went down the mountain to wander and continue searching for disciples.

Zhou Yi had witnessed that Heavenly Tribulation himself, but he noticed something amiss—it seemed someone had intervened, secretly employing some sort of Xuan Miao Divine Skill to intensify both the tribulation lightning and the inner demons.

Forming a Golden Core was already extremely difficult, with nearly all cultivators teetering on the edge, just about managing to withstand the Heavenly Tribulation.

A slight increase in difficulty would make success plummet severalfold, a barrier insurmountable for any cultivator without exceptional talent.

“Whoever has such means must certainly be a True God of the Heavenly Court!”

Zhou Yi watched as both men died to the Heavenly Tribulation, his mind undisturbed, his Dao heart as firm as iron after 8,000 years, and having experienced an apocalyptic event across the Nine Continents, he perhaps wouldn’t even take a risk to intervene.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re zoning out!”

Xuan Yu called Zhou Yi back from his trance, standing with hands behind her back, adopting Ling Weizi’s tone as she said,

“With Master away, it falls upon me, as the senior sister, to take up the responsibility of teaching you. Junior brother, you are the hope of the Mysterious Primordial Sect, and you must not slack off in the slightest!”

Zhou Yi nodded repeatedly, “Ah, yes, yes, yes.”

Xuan Yu furrowed her brow slightly, feeling that his response didn’t sound quite right, yet she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong and continued,

“Last night, I had another epiphany regarding the Xuan Yuan Secret Tome, and I will now impart it to you…”

Zhou Yi listened to Xuan Yu explain the technique. It was exactly what he had dreamt of the night before. He struggled to hold back a laugh and had to display a look of confusion and sudden understanding, as if he was playing along with a scripted act.

About an hour passed.

Xuan Yu, following what the old man in her dream had entrusted to her, recited everything word for word and then proudly asked, “Have you memorized it?”

“I’ve got it, eldest senior sister is amazing!”

Zhou Yi laid on some flattery, then feigned confusion, saying, “There are a few phrases I don’t quite understand. For example, ‘Yuan refers to the void, and void refers to the unstained, and the unstained refers to the colors yellow and red’—how should one interpret this?”

As Xuan Yu reiterated, Zhou Yi keenly caught the points of confusion—clearly, she hadn’t fully grasped the meaning herself.

And sure enough.

Xuan Yu’s eyebrows shot up, and her almond eyes widened as she scolded, “Such a simple principle requires my explanation? Go back and ponder it yourself. Later, write down your understanding to submit!”

“…”

Zhou Yi felt helpless; his usually infallible method had unexpectedly given Xuan Yu the advantage to turn the tables on him.

Xuan Yu displayed a smug expression, having spent a long time thinking about how to conceal her comprehension of the experience where explanations fell short, silently criticizing inside.

“That old immortal could’ve explained more clearly, couldn’t he? Making me lose face in front of my junior brother!”

A mere three feet apart, yet there was a vast difference in cultivation levels.

Zhou Yi instantly felt an awareness, his fingers quickly calculating and knowing what Xuan Yu was thinking. He resolved that tonight’s lecture would be even tougher.

Day by day, time flew by in a blink.

On Mysterious Primordial Mountain, only Zhou Yi and Xuan Yu remained, two Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding the ancestral legacy. Despite being so impoverished they were nearly unable to keep the pot boiling, it was dangerous, given the value of the inheritance scriptures.

Fortunately, the heavenly laws were strict, and in the Dongsheng Divine Continent, there were few Loose Cultivators bold enough to rob others, as they couldn’t evade the pursuit of the Mountain Gods and the local deities.

The great demons and monsters that dared defy the heavenly laws didn’t even bother with the Mysterious Primordial Sect.

In the blink of an eye, four years passed.

Ling Weizi still had not returned from his travels, but an unwelcome guest arrived at the mountain.

On that day.

Zhou Yi was meditating at the mountain peak when suddenly, a voice of admiration came from behind.

“What a pity, a Heavenly Spiritual Root confined to this small Mysterious Primordial Sect!”

Zhou Yi turned around to see a clear-faced old man. He immediately circulated his mana to protect his body and said coldly, “This is Mysterious Primordial Sect’s territory. Who might the Daoist friend be, boldly trespassing without invitation!”

“That’s not quite right,”

The Daoist said with a smile, “All under the heavens—the mountains and rivers, streams and lakes—belong to the Heavenly Court, and it is the Heavenly Court that grants the Dao and places names in the Immortal Register. This place is entrusted to the Mysterious Primordial Sect for use, not for ownership!”

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