True Immortal Realm! This Daoist Master Has Made It!

This feeling was like that of a man parched for a dozen days in the desert, suddenly plunging into a pool of cool, sweet spring water.

The source of Great Dao Merit within his body, which had always appeared somewhat withered due to a lack of replenishment, was now frantically devouring and assimilating the Heavenly Dao Merit surging into him.

Refreshing! This is what getting paid feels like!

Lu Changsheng was trembling all over with excitement.

In the past, when he used threads of merit fire to purify the Sha Qi, the Heavenly Dao Merit would drop down grain by grain.

And now?

Now it was being dumped on him by the ton!

Hurry up and cultivate! Strike while the iron is hot!

Lu Changsheng forcibly suppressed the wild joy in his heart, not daring to delay for even a second.

He immediately sat cross-legged, palms facing upward, and pushed his common, run-of-the-mill absorption technique to its absolute limit.

Although he absorbed spiritual energy like a leaky funnel, when it came to absorbing merit, his constitution was absolutely top-tier in the Primordial Land.

"Old Tree, Little Grass! Keep a close watch on the entrance! If there's any movement at all, use your roots to smack me!"

Lu Changsheng shouted at the Red Sun Fruit tree beside him, which was greedily absorbing the wisps of golden merit light escaping into the air.

Afterward, he completely sealed his six senses and fell into a deep state of seclusion.

In the Primordial Land, time is not recorded.

For a cultivator, seclusion often means that by the time they close and open their eyes, the seas have already turned into mulberry fields.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng was completely immersed in the pleasure of his cultivation soaring.

Once those massive amounts of Heavenly Dao Merit entered his dantian, they were rapidly refined by the source of the Great Dao, transformed into the purest mana, and began to frantically surge through his parched meridians.

One hundred years.

Two hundred years.

Five hundred years.

On the ruins of this desolate Sha Qi Pit, the golden pillar of light that shot straight into the clouds lasted for a full five hundred years before it gradually dissipated.

Lu Changsheng sat quietly in place, the golden flames on his skin growing increasingly intense.

They even faintly condensed into the phantom of a golden lotus bud, firmly protecting him in the center.

The bottleneck of the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm, which had trapped him for over five thousand years, was like a thin sheet of window paper under the scouring of the massive merit.

"Crack."

At the one-thousand-year mark.

A crisp sound, audible only to himself, echoed within Lu Changsheng's body.

Mid-stage Heavenly Immortal, broken!

There were no obstacles, nor was there any growth of inner demons.

The benefits of attaining the Dao through merit were displayed to the fullest at this moment; as long as you had enough merit, there was simply no risk of suffering from cultivation deviation due to insufficient insight into the realm.

The Heavenly Dao gave him the green light directly.

"Crack."

At the one-thousand-eight-hundred-year mark.

Late-stage Heavenly Immortal, broken!

Following that came more long, painstaking effort.

In the outside world, the great war between the three clans had fully erupted.

The aquatic armies of the Dragon Clan flooded countless mountain ranges, the Southern Bright Separation Fire of the Phoenix Clan scorched half the sky red, and the iron hooves of the Qilin Clan trampled the traditions of countless weak races.

The Primordial Land was devastated, with the aura of calamity filling the sky.

But all of this had nothing to do with this little Fire Crow, hiding in a remote corner and getting rich by patching up the heavens and earth.

Time passed like a white horse galloping past a crevice.

Two thousand five hundred years had passed.

A roar like a surging great river erupted from within Lu Changsheng's body.

The golden feathers on his body had completely shed their original trace of impurity, turning into a flawless dark gold.

On every single feather, profound Dao patterns of merit flowed.

Peak-stage Heavenly Immortal, broken!

Give it one final push and break through!

Deep in his meditative state, Lu Changsheng let out a frantic shout in his heart.

He mobilized the last large cluster of Heavenly Dao Merit remaining in his dantian, twisted it into a single strand, and launched a final charge against the massive barrier standing between the Heavenly Immortal and True Immortal realms.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound, as if the world were being created, exploded within Lu Changsheng's mind.

The barrier of the realm that had plagued countless low-level cultivators for their entire lives, unable to be crossed, collapsed under the impact of the torrent of merit, turning into a sky full of light and rain that merged into his limbs and bones.

Success!

True Immortal realm!

An aura, more than a hundred times stronger than before, erupted violently from Lu Changsheng's body.

This aura transformed into a golden ring of shockwaves, sweeping outward in all directions.

The remnants of the formations, which were already on the verge of falling apart, were swept away by this shockwave and turned directly into powder.

Even the Red Sun Fruit tree not far away, which had grown to over three zhang tall, had its branches and leaves dancing wildly, nearly being uprooted.

"Hoo—"

Lu Changsheng did not wake up immediately.

Breaking through the realm was only the first step; he still needed to spend time stabilizing his surging mana and adapting to the physical strength of the True Immortal realm.

This stabilization took another five hundred years.

A breeze brushed by.

Withered grass swayed in the wind.

On this land that he had personally purified, Lu Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, two golden flames flashed and vanished, replaced by a depth that was restrained to the extreme.

"Three thousand years."

Lu Changsheng muttered to himself, exhaling a breath of stale air that carried a faint fragrance.

From the moment he sat down to absorb the merit until he completely stabilized his realm at the early stage of True Immortal, it had taken exactly three thousand years, no more and no less.

Adding the time spent setting up the formation and wearing down the beast horn before that, he had been away from his lair for nearly ten thousand years.

"Ten thousand years. In my past life, human history would have turned the page several times over. Here, it's actually just a slightly longer trip out."

Lu Changsheng stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

A series of crisp popping sounds erupted from his bones.

He clenched his fists, feeling the True Immortal mana surging within him like a great river.

He flicked his hand casually.

"Swish!"

A golden Sword Qi shot out from the tip of his wing, instantly crossing a distance of a thousand zhang and slicing half of a small hill in the distance clean off.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, with a trace of Pure Yang Fire still burning on it.

"So strong!"

Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up, his face full of pleasant surprise.

"Is this the power of the True Immortal realm? No wonder I used to think Heavenly Immortals were just cannon fodder; the depth of this mana is simply worlds apart."

"My current mana reserves have expanded at least a hundred times compared to ten thousand years ago!"

He paced around the spot proudly, even developing the illusion that "I can walk sideways across the Primordial Land now."

But he was a man who had the Dao of Cowardice carved into his bones.

This inflated illusion lived in his mind for less than three breaths before he ruthlessly extinguished it himself.

"Wake up, Lu Changsheng! Get a grip!"

He raised his wing and slapped his cheeks hard twice.

"A True Immortal is nothing!"

"The Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan can pull out any Sea-Patrolling Yaksha or gate-guarding soldier, and they'd be at least Mysterious Immortals."

"With this level of cultivation, in the eyes of those Primordial Unity Golden Immortals and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, you're still just a slightly larger grasshopper. They could blow a breath and you'd be wiped out of existence!"

"What's the big deal about slicing a small hill? If you really met those great beings, they could flatten a hundred thousand mountains with a single slap!"

After a profound session of self-deprecation and reflection, the sense of arrogance that had just sprouted in Lu Changsheng was completely extinguished, and he returned to his cautious, walking-on-thin-ice mindset.

"No, I can't stay in this place anymore."