Dao Fruit of Longevity

Coarse cloth headscarf.

Dark blue short jacket.

Black trousers.

A large white circle on the chest, with the character "Prison" written on it.

Zhou Yi sized up his attire, still unwilling to believe that he had become a Fengyang Kingdom Heavenly Prison Prison guard after waking up.

Just last night, he was eating hotpot, with girls in his arms, singing love songs, and suddenly he transmigrated!

The dim and gloomy prison cell, the thick stench of decay, the shadowy figures of prisoners huddled behind iron bars, emitting faint moans.

Everything reminded Zhou Yi that this was not a dream.

"Before transmigrating, it was 996, and after transmigrating, it's still 996, what the hell, this isn't a worthwhile transmigration!"

Zhou Yi rubbed his temples, alleviating the severe pain from the memory shock, and had a general understanding of his origins.

Same name, same surname, his father was a Heavenly Prison guard, who unfortunately died of a cold last year, and his mother passed away in depression a few months later.

The Prison guard household registration was passed down through generations, and Zhou Yi was recruited into the Heavenly Prison as a matter of course. Because he was born weak and sickly, and had no Martial Path cultivation, he could only be responsible for delivering food to the prisoners.

The Heavenly Prison was directly controlled by the imperial court, and it held political prisoners and serious criminals. The overall number of prisoners was not large, so the work was easy.

Zhou Yi stretched his muscles and bones. Just a few simple calisthenics movements triggered a series of coughs, and his chest convulsed with severe pain.

"Cough, cough, cough! This body is too weak, no wonder it died so young..."

Zhou Yi suddenly felt fear in his heart. In his memory, he was a premature baby, born weak and sickly. The money in his family had been exhausted to this day.

As a result, no matter how many nourishing tonics he drank, he still couldn't cure the Xiantian Realm defects!

"Is this the start of making me die again!"

Zhou Yi carefully checked his memory, and his heart sank to the bottom.

The Heavenly Prison guard seemed to be a lowly occupation, but because the prisoners held were of extraordinary status, it could be said to be very lucrative.

Zhou's father had been on duty in the Prison for more than twenty years. He not only bought a house in Shenjing, but also asked a palace physician to personally diagnose and prescribe medicine for Zhou Yi, but it was still in vain.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi had only the last resort, and mustered up the courage to whisper.

"System!"

No response.

"Golden Finger?"

"Old Grandpa?"

"System Daddy?"

Zhou Yi called out a few times with great affection, but there was still no response, and there was no ding sound.

Suddenly.

Golden light shone brightly in Zhou Yi's mind, and a round Golden Core appeared.

"What is this thing?"

Before he finished speaking, scenes appeared before Zhou Yi's eyes, magnificent, gorgeous, terrifying, and thrilling!

Giant beasts galloped wildly in the wilderness, opening their mouths to spit out flames that filled the sky.

A white bone palace was built on a mountain thousands of feet high, and figures that looked like humans and ghosts drove rolling Mo clouds.

A monster with a wolf's head and a snake's body summoned wind and rain, and a strange man with wings on his ribs drove thunder.

The firmament slowly opened golden eyes, coldly and ruthlessly watching the mortal world, dropping countless purple divine thunder, and the surrounding thousands of miles were wiped out.

An Immortal drove a flying sword, tearing a gap in the void with one blow.

A Fiend sat cross-legged in a blood pool, and skulls floated up and down.

Hundred-zhang giant gods, nine-dragon chariots, white tigers roaring to the sky, black tortoises covering the sea...

Vast immortal sounds buzzed, and the hazy images slowly faded away.

At this time.

The Golden Core in his mind had already restrained its divine light, like an ordinary golden bead, slowly floating and rotating in the Spirit Soul, and a wisp of information entered Zhou Yi's Spirit Soul.

Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity!

"Dao Fruit of Longevity!"

"Isn't this the Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity I got in the game I played in my previous life after cultivating to the highest level?"

Before Zhou Yi transmigrated, he was addicted to a simulation cultivation game. After working hard day and night for half a year, he finally reached the maximum level. After passing the Nine Heavens Tribulation, he could choose a Dao Fruit of Longevity.

Since Zhou Yi was a F2P player, he had no choice but to choose the only free Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity.

[Dao Fruit of Longevity: Longevity

Attributes: No longer grows after adulthood, endless lifespan, Eternal youth.]

Free Dao Fruit of Longevity, does not add any numerical values or attributes!

"So my golden finger is a game! Loading game? Opening game? Game panel? Earth Pig Studio?"

Zhou Yi tried calling out a few more times, confirming that he hadn't brought any other game attributes with him, and could only shrug helplessly.

"So, I've achieved Eternal youth?"

"It's a pity that Eternal youth isn't immortality; it just means one won't age, with endless lifespan, but one can still be injured, get sick, suffer accidents, and be killed."

Zhou Yi moved his arms and legs, discovering that the weakness and pain had disappeared, his breathing was long and even, and his limbs were strong and powerful.

"The congenital deficiency has disappeared, probably due to the Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity's influence."

"If I had known I would transmigrate, I would have spent ten lots of 648 to whale for the best Dao Fruit of Longevity talent! However, while other Dao Fruits of Longevity increase talent and attributes, none of them grant Longevity..."

Zhou Yi pondered carefully for a moment, realizing that reality was different from the game, and the Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity was actually the best choice.

Because reality has lifespan limitations, possessing other high-level attributes and talent Dao Fruits of Longevity still requires one to continue cultivating for Longevity, which inevitably involves fighting and killing.

War is dangerous, with only a slim chance of survival!

Conversely, with the Longevity Dao Fruit of Longevity, one only needs to be careful, avoid making enemies, and cultivate steadily. After tens or hundreds of thousands of years, one can still become an immortal ancestor.

Zhou Yi recalled the terrifying scenes in the Cultivation World, where moving mountains and filling seas was commonplace, and tearing through the void was as easy as pie.

Even with the help of high-level Dao Fruits of Longevity, he didn't know how many life-and-death struggles he would have to endure to cultivate to Longevity.

Celestial Buddhas, Gods, and Demons aren't benevolent seniors. Once they discover that Zhou Yi's cultivation speed is extraordinary, or if some beings whose lifespans are about to end need a prodigy as a furnace!

They might just cast aside all pretense and search souls, seize bodies, and steal Dao Fruits of Longevity!

The Dao Fruit of Longevity is the ultimate goal of cultivation, and without corresponding Dao-protecting techniques, it's like a child carrying gold through a bustling city.

"Am I, Zhou Yi, a person who likes to be brave and fight?"

Zhou Yi made up his mind to quietly bide his time until he was invincible, and then go out into the world to enjoy freedom.

The Heavenly Prison is truly a good place. Geographically, it's located in Ningde Ward in Capital City, with the Capital City gate to the west, the Court of Judicial Review right next to it to the east, and only two Martial Markets away from the Imperial Palace.

Thousands of Imperial Guards provide strict security, and it's also easy to escape from the city at any time, making it the safest place in Fengyang Kingdom.

Even if there's a drastic change of dynasty, the Imperial Palace is the target of attack, and the new dynasty's emperor won't release serious criminals to harm their own country and people.

Enjoying emperor-level defense without being trapped in the palace.

"Perfect! First, set a small goal: to live for a few hundred years in the Heavenly Prison!"

Zhou Yi carried the food bucket and came to the door of each cell, scooping a spoonful of thin porridge of unknown ingredients.

The prisoners, hearing the sound, crawled up from their straw mats, their dark hands reaching into the rough porcelain bowls, finding only a few grains of brown rice and a few rotten vegetable leaves, and then they overturned their bowls with a crash.

"This official is the Vice Minister of Rites; how dare you feed me such pig slop?"

This was a newcomer, still clinging to the pride of his former status!

The other prisoners were much more sensible: "Little brother, another spoonful, I can't get full with this little bit!"

Zhou Yi, based on humanitarian principles, looked at the cell number, scooped a spoonful of thick porridge from the bottom of the bucket for the prisoner, and reminded him.

"It's almost the end of the month; remember to have your family send food money."

"Another month already!"

The prisoner sighed, picked up the bowl and slurped it clean, belched, and returned to his straw mat to meditate.