Deriving the Supreme Purity Immortal Method

The operational pathway of the cultivation method was reconstructed, becoming far more efficient and exquisite, with the rate of refining spiritual energy skyrocketing exponentially!

[Evolution complete! Congratulations, host, the cultivation method has been upgraded to Innate Level Shangqing Immortal Method!]

Almost the instant the prompt faded, Zhao Gongming experienced a flash of enlightenment and instinctively began circulating his energy through the new method's pathway.

Boom!

Within the cave abode, spiritual energy erupted into chaos!

This time, it was no gentle trickle but a torrent like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy that crazily poured into Zhao Gongming's body!

His Dantian Sea of Qi, which had just been empty, was refilled at a terrifying speed, and the newly born mana was far purer and more condensed than before, carrying a trace of innate Dao resonance!

The bottleneck of his Perfected Heavenly Immortal realm, under this overwhelming surge of mana, loosened like thin paper in an instant!

That barrier, which had stymied countless immortals for millennia, now felt so fragile in his perception!

The path to the Golden Immortal seemed already before his eyes, within reach!

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to break through immediately. He did not forget that although his foundation was already at its peak, his spiritual root had yet to be evolved.

The path of cultivation was like building a towering edifice—the deeper the foundation, the more limitless the heights one could reach in the future.

One step ahead meant every step ahead; he sought not an ordinary Golden Immortal, but an invincible Dao foundation that could dominate the same realm and leap across levels to battle!

"No rush... Eat your meal bite by bite, walk the Dao step by step."

His gaze was calm, and his mind, having weathered great upheavals, had only grown more steady.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he casually arranged several low-grade immortal stones he had found in a corner of the cave abode around himself.

Though these stones were of low quality, they were better than nothing, forming a simple spirit-gathering formation.

As he infused a wisp of Immortal Essence into the formation's eye, a hum arose, and the flow of spiritual energy within the cave quickened further. Beyond the original vortex, an invisible force now tugged at the surroundings, drawing in more Innate Spiritual Energy from the outside world to converge upon his small space.

Having done this, Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and sank his mind fully into cultivation.

The Innate Level Shangqing Immortal Method roared into motion. At this moment, he became like a bottomless black hole. The dense Innate Spiritual Energy around him no longer needed his active guidance; instead, it was attracted by the profound Dao resonance inherent in the method, turning into surging rivers that cascaded through his limbs and bones, flooding into his Dantian Sea of Qi.

Every instant, vast amounts of spiritual energy were refined into supremely pure innate mana, continuously filling, compressing, and condensing his sea of qi.

Under this terrifying cultivation efficiency, his Perfected Heavenly Immortal realm was fortified with unprecedented solidity. The total quantity of mana grew slowly, while its quality underwent a subtle, ongoing sublimation.

At the same time, he split his mind in two: one part directed the method's circulation, while the other focused on the system interface in his mind.

[Absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, converting...]

[Primordial Points +1]

On the interface, the number representing Primordial Points, after a brief stillness, began to tick upward anew.

Zhao Gongming calculated silently. This gain of "1" Primordial Point had consumed nearly a dozen breaths of time.

According to the system's prompt, the total spiritual energy absorbed during this period was roughly equivalent to the full-force strike of a Late Stage Celestial Immortal.

"Indeed, the further one goes, the harder it is to earn points."

He felt no discouragement; instead, he deemed this only natural.

If Primordial Points could be obtained easily, the system's value would be greatly diminished.

The Dao rewards diligence; on the path of cultivation, there was never any room for luck.

Zhao Gongming immersed himself completely in this monotonous yet fulfilling cultivation, losing track of time.

Within the cave abode, only the roar and rush of spiritual energy, and the number on the panel ticking up every dozen or so breaths, became the eternal rhythm.

On the first day, his mana grew increasingly solid, nearly turning into liquid Immortal Essence essence within his sea of qi. Primordial Points rose steadily from 0 to 300.

On the second day, the clear light enveloping him grew denser—a phenomenon of his Dao affinity reaching a level where it resonated with the laws of the surrounding world. The mana within him was already overflowing; every cycle of circulation felt like battering an invisible dam. Primordial Points accumulated to 700.

During this time, there was some activity outside the cave abode.

"Senior Brother Gongming, are you in? Your junior brother Liu Huan, along with a few fellow disciples, plans to go to the shores of the East Sea to spar in Dao techniques. Would you care to join us and offer some guidance?"

A rather respectful voice sounded outside the stone door of the cave abode.

Zhao Gongming diverted a thread of his mind from deep meditative absorption. In his memory surfaced the image of a man with a simple, honest face—an active outer disciple whose original form was a Green Ox that had attained sentience, at the Mid Stage Celestial Immortal realm, known for his forthright nature.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Junior Brother Liu. I am currently at a critical juncture in seclusion and cannot go out. Please forgive me," Zhao Gongming's gentle voice transmitted through the stone door.

"I see! I was too forward in disturbing you! May you succeed in your cultivation and emerge soon!" Liu Huan outside, upon hearing this, dared not press further. He bowed respectfully and hurried away.

Zhao Gongming withdrew his mind, his heart utterly unruffled.

Spar?

At present, his strength was growing too rapidly. Once he made a move, the mana fluctuations of a Perfected Heavenly Immortal could not be concealed.

Moreover, his newly generated mana was supremely pure, carrying a trace of innate Dao resonance, entirely different from before.

Until he had sufficient means to protect himself, he had to avoid any action that might expose his secrets.

Keeping a low profile was the true path.

Time flowed on, and soon it was the dead of night on the third day.

Within the cave abode, the spiritual energy vortex had reached its peak, nearly transforming into a small-scale spiritual storm.

Zhao Gongming's solemn visage held a hidden luster of jade-like radiance flowing beneath his skin—a sign that his cultivation power had brimmed over, nourishing even his physical form.

[Primordial Points +1]

With that final flicker, the number on the light screen settled at last on "1200," a figure that stirred his spirit with elation.

"Haa..."

A long, deep breath streamed from his lips, yet it did not dissipate. Instead, it coalesced before him into a tiny white lotus formed of pure spiritual energy, swaying for a moment before dissolving into motes of light that merged into the void.

Zhao Gongming slowly opened his eyes. Within his gaze, a Divine Light blazed, as though galaxies swirled and turned.

Three days of relentless cultivation, without sleep or rest, had earned him 1200 Primordial Points and honed his Perfected Heavenly Immortal foundation to an inconceivable extreme!

Now, he could clearly sense that his Dantian Sea of Qi had become a lake on the verge of overflowing, and within that lake lay shimmering liquid Immortal Essence, faintly aglow.

The barrier leading to the Golden Immortal realm was no longer distant and unattainable—it was as thin as a pane of paper, ready to shatter with a single thought.

But he held back.