I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1730.

Renyin year, Gengxu month, Xinyou day.

Three years of cultivation felt like the thirty years of seclusion I experienced in the past—the feeling of being a prodigy is marvelous. In the old days, I was like a study genius, nodding off and playing games every day and still managing to score full marks.

Life in seclusion was unbearably dull, so I took out the yellowed books and began to write in my diary once again.

From writing my first diary entry at the age of 20 in the thirty-ninth year of Chongming to this present age of 8421, I have experienced much friction…

From Oiran to Number 8, from Spring Breeze Building to Yihong Courtyard, countless faces come flooding back to me.

Cultivators never forget what they’ve seen; with so many memories stored within the soul, reflecting on those distant pasts, those lost friends, is like looking at flowers in the fog, or gazing at the moon in the water. Walking the Dao alone is also a form of pain.

Heart filled with sorrow, to prevent the rise of inner demons, I descended from the mountain to celebrate.

…

Zhou Yi returned to the Mysterious Primordial Sect and opened his diary.

“Feeling content and my thoughts clear, one should not live in the past.

Upon reciting the last diary entry, I noticed a problem—the sentences were pretentious, not at all like speaking from the heart…

Well, even now they aren’t from the heart!

Only the celebration was truly good—indeed, the way of cultivation should be balanced between tension and relaxation.”

…

Once Zhou Yi emerged from seclusion, he found many unfamiliar disciples within the Mysterious Primordial Sect.

Summoning Jing Yi, the current Sect Leader and one of the rare female leaders, graceful with her Foundation Establishment cultivation already perfected.

“Reporting to Uncle-Master Ancestor, in recent years we have taken in a batch of disciples, placed within the Ming generation.”

“I’ve moved up another generation?”

Zhou Yi shrugged helplessly. Below his own Jing generation was the Tong generation, and below that was the Ming generation.

The Qing generation disciples he accepted back in the day mostly had passed away, with only one advancing to the Golden Core, ranking among the Supreme Elders.

Jing Yi’s eyes and brows were alluring, her posture enchantingly graceful, her voice trembling ever so slightly, “Uncle-Master Ancestor—”

“Disciple has some doubts about my cultivation, my meridians are not flowing smoothly, could you provide some guidance?”

“I’m busy with other matters, go ask the City God in Huaining Prefecture.”

Zhou Yi’s experience was vast, having encountered more female cultivators than Jing Yi had ever seen. How could he not know her intentions? He decisively rejected her and turned into an Escape Skill light, departing swiftly.

In front of juniors, Zhou Yi would always maintain the image of a gentleman; he must not set a bad example for the young ones!

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1760.

Blink your eyes, and thirty years have passed.

It’s often said that the higher a cultivator’s realm, the more indifferent they become, their words and actions becoming more celestial and less human. Much of this actually has to do with seclusion.

Coming out of seclusion to find that a generation has been born, grown old, fallen ill, and died—it’s not easy to remain unaffected.

To preserve my humanity, I descended from the mountain to celebrate.

Side note: Casually refined a Pure Yang Nascent Soul, now there’s an eighty percent chance of successful Divinity Transformation—having an Innate following is really advantageous!

Add another note: The Sect Leader of the Mysterious Primordial Sect possesses the demonic Charm Technique, maintain vigilance!”

…

After celebrating for a year, Zhou Yi hurriedly returned to the mountain.

The Sect Leader of the Mysterious Primordial Sect succumbed to demonic cultivation and died suddenly!

The election of the new Sect Leader required the approval of four Golden Core Supreme Elders, then to be reported to Xuan Yu for final decision.

Upon inquiry, Zhou Yi discovered that the so-called sudden death was just an excuse. It turned out that Jing Yi’s collusion with devil cultivators had been exposed, and she was killed on the spot by the Third Elder, to prevent the sect from being implicated.

The new Sect Leader, a disciple from the Tong generation, was the Truly Immortal Tong Xuan.

The second disciple within the sect with a Heavenly Spiritual Root, the one who was already decided to succeed, with no objections from anyone.

Currently, the Mysterious Primordial Sect is rapidly developing. Despite some internal power struggles, under the absolute authority of Xuan Yu, the overall atmosphere remains peaceful.

Zhou Yi was indifferent to how Jing Yi died, just as he didn’t care about Tong Xuan becoming the Sect Leader. He cast his vote, then retreated to cultivate his mana in seclusion.

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1762.

After one year of cultivation, mana has peaked with no further progress—it is time to find some Spiritual Objects to assist in the Divinity Transformation.

Went to the City God Temple to inquire with Xuan Yu, only to learn that Spiritual Objects for Divinity Transformation were exorbitantly priced. Not only does the Heavenly Court hoard all the natural Spiritual Objects, but Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarchs receive divine positions directly.

It feels like shooting myself in the foot!

After much thought, I decided to send a message to the Scalper, asking directly for two items.

If some rely on ancestors as their backup, and others rely on their sect, why can’t I rely on my mount?

…

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1763.

The Scalper was very efficient, fetching from the Heavenly Court’s treasury Ten Thousand Years of Empty Green and Thousand Illusion Immortal Ganoderma, top-grade Spiritual Objects for Divinity Transformation.

It wasn’t in vain that I raised this bovine for over eight thousand years—finally saw the loyalty returned!

Certainly a reason to celebrate!”

…

Zhou Yi squandered another two years and left the Spring Breeze Building with embarrassment. Returning to the mountain, he wrote in his diary to express his resolve.

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1765.

Old Zhou, oh Old Zhou, you can’t continue to degenerate.

If I can’t cultivate mana, I can cultivate Escape Skills, I can recite Daoist scriptures… in any case, I mustn’t go celebrate again!”

…

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1767. The taste of the Oiran is genuinely wonderful!”

…

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1770.

During a visit to Huaining Prefecture, I unexpectedly discovered a secret meeting that was actually organized by remnants of the Flying Immortal Pavilion.

I presented my Supreme discount card, but they called my bluff and threw me out; they definitely weren’t legitimate heirs of the Orthodox Flying Immortal Pavilion.

I immediately reported it to Xuan Yu—there are cultivators posing as impostors!”

…

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1771.

The charade at the City God Temple that claimed to be the Flying Immortal Pavilion was taken down, and I was revealed in the process.

I was careless; I forgot to use a spell to seal the memories of the female cultivator!

Xuan Yu ordered me to retreat for seclusion. Until I achieve Nascent Soul, I’m forbidden from descending the mountain. If I’m to play the role of a Golden Core Cultivator, then I must obediently go back…”

…

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1772. Accomplished a Divine Skill, certainly a reason to celebrate.”

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1773. Refined an Escape Skill, certainly a reason to celebrate.”

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1774…”

“Emperor’s Calendar, Year 1775.

The most precious thing for a person is life; when reminiscing about the past, one should not regret wasted time nor feel ashamed for repeated idleness. At the moment of death…”

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