Three Saints Pass.
Fang Qing set down the Jade Book Golden Seal, a trace of weariness crossing his face.
"The Supreme Profound True-Inscription Golden Elixir Scripture truly lives up to its name as an immortal cultivation art. Every word is a pearl, and unraveling it is no easy task..."
Even with his aptitude and insight, he had barely deciphered half the scripture. Its contents encompassed seemingly everything, but they all concerned matters beyond becoming an immortal.
It covered cultivation arts, secret techniques, accounts of various matters, and even secret recipes for immortal elixirs!
"In this world, a Mahayana cultivator who wishes to become an immortal must first comprehend one complete Great Dao. Their soul then transforms into an Immortal Soul... From that point on, they can wield the power of the Great Dao and transcend mortal cultivators."
"After that, they can attempt to command a Dao—that is, master one complete Great Dao. This is the path of the 'Dao Lord.'"
"But there are other paths of cultivation. One can begin comprehending other Great Daos, condense 'Great Dao inscriptions' one by one... and then weave a 'Dao' of one's own. This is the path of the 'Dharma Lord'..."
"Neither Dao Lords nor Dharma Lords stand above the other. Both are paths one can cultivate... Those who reach profound heights on either path are honored as 'Immortal Lords' and possess the authority to establish an immortal palace..."
Fang Qing could not help letting his thoughts soar:
"Ordinary immortals are Golden Core True Lords... Then what kind of power does an Immortal Lord possess? Are they Heavenly Immortals of the Principal Position? Late Golden Core? Or even... [Year Guardians]?"
Just then, an urgent peal of bells reached his ears.
The ringing was long and resonant. It pierced straight through the formation and echoed