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As Song Shuhang got closer to the Bronze Ancient Hall, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body, a bone-chilling cold. This chill wasn't from the cold weather in nature, but from a spiritual energy with icy properties.

The Blood Qi in Song Shuhang's internal acupoints surged autonomously, resisting the chill, which made him feel slightly more comfortable.

The Miss Jiudeng stepped forward and pushed open the door of the Bronze Ancient Hall. Immediately afterward, a large cloud of visible cold mist rushed in, as if an icebox had been opened.

Song Shuhang shivered violently, actively controlling the boiling of qi and Blood Qi in his body's acupoints to resist the cold. "So cold."

Did the senior cultivator in this Bronze Ancient Hall practice an ice-attribute technique? He actually managed to turn the Bronze Ancient Hall into a refrigerator.

"This place is always like this. It's relatively warm today; the last few times I came, it was covered in ice." The Miss Jiudeng floated down to Song Shuhang on her Golden Lotus feet. At the same time, she gently clapped her hands, pushing the oncoming icy mist to either side. "Let's go in."

With her shielding him from the chill, Song Shuhang behind him immediately felt much warmer.

Bronze Ancient Hall, a cold mist filled the air, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.

Because these cold mists contain powerful spiritual energy, even Song Shuhang, who has opened his Eye Aperture, can only see things three meters away here. He can only stick close to the Miss Jiudeng; if he loses her, he will be frozen into an ice block by the cold in the Bronze Ancient Hall.

"We've arrived," the Miss Jiudeng leading the way said softly.

She stopped in front of a small table.

"Achoo~ Achoo~" Song Shuhang sneezed several times in a row, hugging his arms and trembling.

"Open your mouth," the Miss Jiudeng said with a smile.

Song Shuhang obediently opened his mouth, and then felt a pill fall into it. The pill dissolved instantly upon entering his mouth, and then his whole body felt warm. He couldn't help but groan comfortably.

Song Shuhang asked, "What kind of pill is this?"

"The Cold-Resistant Pill isn't exactly a medicinal pill. However, it can be useful when adventuring in some cold Secret Realm and Grotto-Heaven," said the Miss Jiudeng.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but give her a resentful look. "Miss Jiudeng, if you have such a wonderful pill, you should have let me use it sooner. I'm shivering and freezing like a dog!"

"Haha, those three words 'frozen to the bone' are awesome, I really appreciate them!" Miss Jiudeng gave a thumbs up!

"Besides, you'll regret it if I gave it to you sooner," the Miss Jiudeng said, pointing to the patch of icy mist beside her. "Although it will freeze you to the bone, it will temper your body, and the cold spiritual energy within will greatly enhance your physique. Young man, only by enduring hardship can one rise above others!"

"Achoo~ Achoo~" Song Shuhang couldn't answer, he sneezed twice more. Even though he had taken the cold-resistant pill and felt warm inside, a particularly biting chill enveloped him.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but look towards the source of the chill—and there, on a small platform three meters away from them, appeared a figure in white robes.

A large white robe covered his entire body, and an exquisite metal mask covered his face. Apart from his hands, which were exposed outside the robe, no skin was visible on his body.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but glance at the white-robed figure's hands; one hand was as white as jade, while the other was crimson.

"Excuse me, young friend. My place is a bit cold, please forgive me." The white-robed figure spoke in a deep male voice. It seemed to be the senior that Jiudeng had mentioned.

Just then, a long-haired rabbit emerged from under the figure's white robe. The figure bent down, crouched down, and hugged the long-haired white rabbit, gently stroking its body with his jade-like hands.

"Hello, senior." Song Shuhang said, glancing curiously at the metal mask on the senior's face. He always felt that there was a kind of magic in the mask, making him want to lift it up and see what the senior looked like.

Jiudeng gently patted Song Shuhang on the shoulder. "Young man, don't stare at the senior's mask... The senior has come into contact with the mysteries of 'Longevity'. With your strength, even if the mask is covering your face, staring at his face for too long will affect your 'Dao Heart'."

He had come across the secrets of 'Longevity' before—he had learned from the conversation with the Miss Jiudeng that the pinnacle of cultivation was the realm of 'Longevity'. Beyond Longevity, the next step was to bear the mandate of Heavenly Mandate, forge Immortality, and become a 'New Heavenly Dao'!

The Heavenly Dao is singular, unless the 'Old Heavenly Dao' mysteriously disappears. In other words, the realm of 'Longevity' is the pinnacle for ordinary cultivators.

Although this senior figure before us has only 'touched' the secrets of Longevity and has not yet reached the realm of 'Longevity'... the fact that he has already come into contact with the secrets of 'Longevity' is enough to show how terrifying he is.

Song Shuhang quickly averted his eyes, no longer staring at the senior's face.

"I apologize, young friend Shuhang, for I cannot meet you in my true form." The senior's voice was still heavy, but he had tried his best to soften it. "Master Scarlet Firmament, are you well?"

"Senior, do you know Daoist Scarlet Firmament?" Song Shuhang looked at this 'senior' in surprise.

"Master Scarlet Firmament Chixiaozi and I are friends despite our age difference. I see that you have inherited his special Flame Blade. Does he still operate in the mortal world?" the senior asked.

"There should still be some," Song Shuhang replied. At least from the memories of 'Onion Lady' and 'Rogue Li Tiansu', it seemed that Daoist Scarlet Firmament planted Onion Lady three hundred years ago, and in some unknown dynasty in ancient times, he took Li Tiansu as his disciple.

The senior nodded slightly, not asking any further questions. He was at ease knowing that his old friend was still active in the world.

Master Scarlet Firmament chose a completely different path from him. There are three thousand great paths, and no one dares to say that their own path is definitely right, or that the path taken by the other party is definitely wrong.

The senior monk sat down cross-legged on the spot, placed the long-haired rabbit on his lap, and then said to Song Shuhang, "Young friend Shuhang, when you entered this place, you must have guessed that we were here to rebuild the Heavenly Court, right?"

Song Shuhang nodded.

"So, do you want to know why we're taking the risk of carefully rebuilding the Heavenly Court right under the nose of the 'New Heavenly Dao'?" the senior asked.

Song Shuhang immediately shook his head vigorously—curiosity killed the cat!

He absolutely shouldn't be curious. He just needs to obediently Memory-Sealing Spell, then get off Heavenly Island and return to Earth to continue his adorable life with Senior White, Doudou, and the little monk.

But just as he was shaking his head frantically, a pair of soft, white hands cupped his head, straightened it, and tapped it twice forcefully.

It's the Miss Jiudeng.

No, I don't want to hear it! The more you know, the more dangerous it becomes!

Song Shuhang struggled a couple of times, but his strength was far inferior to that of the Miss Jiudeng, and he couldn't break free from her delicate white hands.

"You nodded, huh? Then let me explain to you why we risked everything to rebuild the Heavenly Court!" the senior said with satisfaction.

"Hey... Senior, are you blind? I'm being forced to nod and hold my head!" Song Shuhang thought to himself. The reason he didn't say it aloud was because he knew that even if he did, the senior would be intermittently deaf and wouldn't hear him. The other party was clearly trying to give him a lesson on the 'secrets of rebuilding the Heavenly Court '.

Moreover, it must be forcibly popularized.

"Anyway, this part of the memory will be temporarily sealed, so just listen to the senior's rambling for a while. He rarely has the chance to explain things on Heavenly Island, maybe a few times a year. He'll go crazy if he doesn't have someone to talk to." At this moment, the Miss Jiudeng Secret Voice Transmission, giggling, "After listening to his rambling, he'll always give you some benefits. If you can throw away your integrity and clap along with his rambling, there will be many benefits."

After saying that, the Miss Jiudeng released her small hands that were holding Song Shuhang's cheeks, sat cross-legged on the Golden Lotus, and floated to Song Shuhang's right.

"Benefits?" Song Shuhang thought to himself. If something is considered a 'benefit' by the Miss Jiudeng, it probably can't be too bad, right? If he can get a really good benefit, he'll give up his integrity for the earth!

Anyway, this kind of thing will be completely gone again when you wake up.

"Ahem." At this moment, the senior figure on the stage coughed twice forcefully.

His demeanor reminded Song Shuhang of the leaders who would cough twice before starting their speeches at school events, followed by. "Let me say a few words briefly."

"Let me summarize briefly," the senior said to Song Shuhang, as expected.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"First, let me ask you a question, young friend—do you know why all cultivation techniques, regardless of type, can only be cultivated to the Ninth Grade [Tribulation Immortal] realm, but not to the [Longevity] realm?" The senior stroked the rabbit's fur, his voice magnetic.

"..." Song Shuhang fell silent.

After a moment, he reminded him, "Senior, you've asked the wrong person. I'm just a lowly First-Grade cultivator; I haven't even come into contact with Second-Grade- grade cultivation techniques. So, I have no idea what Ninth-Grade Level cultivation technique looks like."

The senior was taken aback upon hearing this.

He then reached out and tapped the air a few times, seemingly turning the pages of an invisible book.

"Ahem, sorry. I turned to the wrong speech. This is the speech for cultivators of the Sixth-Grade or above." The senior coughed, and as he spoke, he flipped through several pages of the invisible book.

Song Shuhang's eyes widened—a speech draft?

Senior colleague, you look so profound, but you're actually reading from a script? Do you really have to go to such lengths just to say a few words?

"Ahem, but about that question just now, do you have any guesses or opinions?" the senior asked, forcing a smile.

"Opinions or conjectures?" Song Shuhang rubbed his chin. Did people on Heavenly Island like to speculate?

After thinking for a moment, Song Shuhang replied, "Alright, if it's just a guess, then I'll guess—is it that the final level can't be achieved through fixed training methods? Or does it require enlightenment, right?"