The Demonic Path

Gao Yunyi stood there with his hands behind his back.

There was no powerful aura emanating from it, yet it seemed to have merged with this world.

And he is the ruler of this world.

Murong Wudi's blade of grass thrust straight in, carrying unparalleled power, as if it would annihilate everything in the world.

But when the sword tip reached Gao Yunyi's chest, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to advance even an inch further.

The sharp Sword Qi dissipated.

The chilling Sword Intent dissipated.

The powerful swordplay fell silent.

The phantom longsword, formed from withered grass and fallen leaves, disintegrated in an instant, turning into ashes.

Murong Wudi stood there in front of Gao Yunyi.

He no longer possessed the imposing aura he had before.

Weak breath, listless

He seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, looking like a lamp running out of oil and a piece of rotten wood.

That move,

It exhausted all his life's cultivation.

That move,

It drained all his energy and spirit.

Now he,

He was just an ordinary person who was getting old.

But he doesn't regret it.

To be able to face the might of heaven and draw one's sword against Immortal with the Martial Dao of a mortal, one has no regrets in this life.

Gao Yunyi looked at the -10 health bar notification that appeared in the lower right corner.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He lost blood.

It wasn't caused by the old emperor using crudely made homemade explosives.

He was not a mortal.

To inflict real harm on him with my own strength.

Gao Yunyi was not angry.

On the contrary, I was very happy.

It's a kind of joy that comes from not being alone on this path.

It turns out that a mortal's body can indeed shake the Immortals and Gods.

He was so lonely, so isolated.

Standing above all living beings for so long, all I see are bowing in awe and reverence; no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

Today, Murong Wudi's sword strike made him feel as if he had seen a kindred spirit.

"You're great, really great. You've successfully pleased me. Ask away, tell me everything you want to know."

Gao Yunyi sat back down on the stone bench and smiled at Murong Wudi.

Murong Wudi had been completely dissipated and whose power was utterly gone, smiled upon hearing this, showing no trace of regret or sorrow on his face.

Then he bowed respectfully to Gao Yunyi.

"May I ask, Immortal, what is the ultimate goal of Martial Dao?"

Gao Yunyi replied, "The ultimate goal of Martial Dao is immortality cultivation. Martial Dao is the path of mortals, honing one's flesh and bones, and accumulating Internal Force in the Dantian. When this Internal Force transforms into True Qi, and True Qi is perfect and complete, one can break through the boundaries of the mortal world and embark on the path of immortality cultivation."

Actually, he didn't understand either, but he had read enough novels, and that's what they all said anyway. If he was so capable, he should go find the novel's author.

Murong Wudi was stunned upon hearing this.

He thought he had reached the end of his Martial Dao journey, but he never imagined that he was still very, very far from the finish line.

Beyond Internal Force lies True Qi.

Only those who cultivate True Qi can truly achieve immortality.

It was such a long road, so long that even if he spent his whole life on it, he never even touched the threshold.

A hint of loneliness and melancholy flashed in Murong Wudi's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Then he continued to ask:

"May I ask, Immortal, is it possible for mortals to cultivate immortality?"

Gao Yunyi and said, "The lifespan of mortals is like that of fireflies, extinguished in an instant. Mortal bodies are bound by flesh and blood, and without fortuitous opportunity, one will ultimately have no chance on the Immortal Journey to immortality."

Gao Yunyi did not lie; he told the truth.

In ancient times, the lifespan of ordinary people was rarely more than a hundred years. Even a genius like Murong Wudi talent, could only cultivate Internal Force after devoting his entire life to it.

To think that one can attain immortality through martial Immortal Journey is simply a pipe dream, as difficult as ascending to heaven.

If he were given another hundred years, he might still have a sliver of a chance, but looking at him now, he probably wouldn't even survive tonight.

If anyone in this world still has a chance, it must be Zhang Qingyan.

This guy consumed a second-grade Spirit- Spirit-Stabilizing Pill, undergoing a marrow cleansing and meridian transformation, becoming no longer an ordinary person. Once he embarks on the Martial Dao, he will undoubtedly make rapid progress, advancing by leaps and bounds.

So sometimes,

Luck is far more important than hard work.

What most people could never obtain in their entire lives, Zhang Qingyan, a playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, obtained so easily.

After hearing the Immortal's reply,

Murong Wudi's expression clearly darkened.

Yes,

Human lifespan is so short, and human bodies are so frail.

Even with unparalleled talent, it is difficult to cross the chasm between mortals and immortals.

But he hadn't given up, because the Immortal had said that as long as he could please the Immortal, the Immortal would bestow upon him a great fortune.

"I beg the Immortal to guide me through this confusion."

Murong Wudi knelt down again, lowering himself to the dust.

Gao Yunyi gave him a deep look, then slowly said:

"Your path in martial arts is over, and your chance at immortality is gone, but I have a Demonic Path here. I wonder if you would be willing to take it?"

Demonic Path?

The Path of Demons?

Murong Wudi looked up at the Immortal and then got the answer to his guess from the Immortal's face.

But Murong Wudi did not hesitate for a moment.

He nodded in agreement.

"I am willing."

This result was somewhat Gao Yunyi. He thought the other party would hesitate and struggle for a while, but he didn't expect them to agree so readily and decisively.

In truth, Murong Wudi had long hated his mortal body and short lifespan.

In his heart, this mortal body was merely a burden that dragged him toward the end of his Martial Dao.

Back then, in pursuit of the Great Dao, he didn't hesitate to abandon his family and career, severing all ties with loved ones.

Now, fortuitous opportunity and good fortune are right before our eyes.

How could he hesitate?

Since human strength has its limits, then he ceases to be human.

Gao Yunyi was a man of his word, so he placed the [Demon Transformation Pill] on the stone table.

Unexpectedly, this [Demon Transformation Pill], which I created out of pure interest, has become valuable today.

Looking at the purple Pills emitting an eerie glow on the stone table, Murong Wudi help but swallow hard.

Then he kowtowed deeply to the Immortal to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for the Immortal's blessing, Murong Wudi will never forget it."

Gao Yunyi accepted the kowtow and worship of an old man who was almost a hundred years old without any qualms. Since the other party had already chosen not to be human, the benevolent Immortal naturally had to grant his wish.

Humans turned into demons

The process must have been extremely painful.

Gao Yunyi is a kind-hearted person.

I cannot bear to see these cruel scenes.

So when Murong Wudi raised his head again, the Immortal's figure disappeared from his sight.

"Hold head high..."

With a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens, the divine Divine Dragon that had been coiled in the sky vanished into the sea of clouds.

The Immortal has left.

Only the purple Pill remained on the stone table, emitting an eerie glow.

Murong Wudi slowly stood up.

His old and frail body once again filled him with deep sorrow and resentment.

He looked at the demon core on the stone table with the same gaze a warlord in troubled times would have upon seeing the Imperial Heirloom Seal.

"Grandpa... you can't eat it, don't eat it."

The girl, who had been hiding in the distance, had overheard the entire conversation between the Immortal and her grandfather. So, as soon as the Immortal left, she rushed over to try and stop it.

"Qiu Di, go down the mountain immediately and go to the Capital to seek refuge with your senior sister."

The old man spoke, but his eyes were fixed on the demon core.

"But Grandpa..."

The girl wanted to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Murong Wudi's stern voice.

"If you still consider me your grandfather, then come down the mountain now."

The girl's eyes were slightly red.

His body trembled.

She knew she couldn't stop her grandfather's decision, so she bit her lip, turned around, and ran down the mountain.

Grandpa has laid down a maze-like forest on the mountain; ordinary people who enter will only experience visual confusion and lose their way.

But she had grown up here since childhood and knew the paths well, walking through them as if on flat ground.

When the girl, fighting back tears, finally made her way through the dense forest and mist at the mountaintop,

When they reached the halfway point of the mountain,

Then they heard from the mountaintop,

A painful yet frantic wolf howl rang out.

"Awoo..."