Cultivation for Ten Thousand Years, the Dao Body Formed at Last

In the Desolate Ancient Era, the world was vast and boundless.

In the distant Western Lands of the Primordial Wilderness, following a burst of thunder that dissipated, the Tribulation Cloud in the sky slowly scattered, and sweet dew and rainwater poured down across the sky like a downpour.

Nourished by this rainwater, a withered green bamboo suddenly regained its vitality, its branches and leaves turning lush once more, and the entire bamboo stood emerald, upright, and full of life.

A streak of green light flashed, and a youth stepped out from the bamboo shadows.

He wore a green robe, his hair bound with a green bamboo hairpin. His features were handsome and his temperament gentle, making him a person who naturally inspired good feelings, like a fresh breeze in the mountains.

Tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation have finally condensed into the Innate Dao Body.

The youth raised his head to look at the sky, a trace of vicissitudes and relief passing through his gaze.

His name was Zhu Yin, and he had originally been a lover of Primordial Wilderness culture living in the modern world, spending his days fantasizing about transmigrating into the Primordial Wilderness to become an innate great deity on par with the Three Pure Ones, or being accepted as a disciple by a Sage, even if it were merely by the Interception Sect.

Yet he had never imagined that he would actually transmigrate to this most unfavored Western Lands of the Primordial Wilderness.

Here spiritual energy was thin and treasures were scarce; the cultivation environment was far inferior to the Eastern Lands, and even much worse than the Southern Lands and Northern Lands.

Yet Zhu Yin had a good mindset and quickly accepted reality.

Being able to cultivate longevity is already an immense blessing, so why insist on striving for some high position?

On second thought, although the West was barren, it correspondingly had fewer conflicts and was much safer. With its many damaged ley lines, it was actually easier to accumulate merit. With its scarce spiritual treasures, one could instead temper artifact forging skills.

Looked at from another angle, opportunities were everywhere.

More importantly, his origins were not bad either... His true form was an innate spirit root named the "Netherworld Bamboo".

Innate spirit roots were extremely rare, and those that successfully underwent transformation were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Moreover, he had reached the Golden Immortal tier right at birth, which was already a very fortunate starting point.

Although not the peak, compared to most cultivators, he had already won at the starting line.

After absorbing the sweet dew, Zhu Yin returned to the place where he cultivated... Spirit Platform Mountain.

This mountain was his dwelling place, and he had been quietly cultivating here for tens of thousands of years.

The mountain was covered with green bamboo forming vast groves. When the wind blew, it rippled like jade waves, accompanied by the murmuring of stream water. A fresh fragrance assailed the senses, refreshing both body and mind.

Spirit roots like the Netherworld Bamboo inherently possessed the function of purifying ley lines and gathering spiritual energy. While cultivating, he never forgot to repair the ley lines within the mountain bit by bit, making the spiritual energy of Spirit Platform Mountain grow increasingly dense.

Although placed across the entire Primordial Wilderness this was merely an ordinary spiritual mountain, in the West it was already a rare and precious spiritual land.

Deep within the mountain, a spirit spring flowed out from the cracks in the rocks, shrouded in clouds and mist with abundant spiritual energy.

This spirit spring was precisely the Netherworld Spirit Spring born alongside the Netherworld Bamboo. It could calm the mind and spirit as well as defend against outer demons, and it was also an important reliance for Zhu Yin's cultivation.

With a wave of his sleeve and the execution of a spell, Zhu Yin chopped down a few bamboos and built a three-story small building surrounding the spirit spring, complete with an Artifact Forging Pavilion, an Alchemy Pavilion, a Spirit Medicine Garden, and a Quiet Room... everything one could possibly need.

He walked into the Quiet Room and began closed-door meditation to comprehend the profound mysteries of cultivation beyond the Golden Immortal stage.

Time flowed like water.

Several centuries passed, and Zhu Yin emerged from seclusion.

Not only had he thoroughly solidified the Golden Immortal realm, but his divine soul was also clearer, his physical body formidable, his magical power profound, and his divine abilities improved manifold compared to before.

He never actively sought conflict, but he understood that in a place like the Primordial Wilderness, without strength, one had no qualification to survive.

As a spirit root, his true form was already exceptionally sturdy, and after transmigration he practiced both internal and external cultivation. Although he had not truly fought against cultivators of the same rank yet, he was confident that he was definitely no worse than others.

However, he did not plan to go looking for anyone to spar with, as that would only invite trouble.

He loved tranquility and avoided karma; even if he could not surpass others, he would live securely.

That day, he sat in the courtyard drinking a cup of bamboo leaf tea brewed with spirit spring water, looking at the scenery in the mountains with a heart of complete peace.

A moment later, he stepped out of his room, crossing a hundred zhang in a single stride as he began to patrol the mountains.

Spirit Platform Mountain was his territory, and having repaired the ley lines for many years, he was already thoroughly familiar with all kinds of spiritual herbs and materials in the mountains.

Those common ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs were not harvested by him, allowing them to grow naturally. His purpose this time was to transplant some rare spiritual plants.

He found rare spiritual items in the mountains such as the Nine-Leaf Purple Zhi, Five-Colored Snow Lotus, Jade Stone Flower, Ten-Thousand-Year Kongqing, and Exquisite Xuanshen.

Among them were also two lesser postcelestial spirit roots: the Bane-Evil Bamboo and the Spirit-Calming Tree. Both had acquired their own spirituality through being tainted by his spiritual energy for tens of thousands of years, possessing the abilities of purification and mind-concentration.

The greatest strength of these spirit roots was their ability to gather the spiritual energy of ley lines, which was of immense help to cultivation.

He transplanted these treasures into the Spirit Medicine Garden, planted them one by one, cast spells to tend the soil and water them, and busied himself with great enjoyment.

Looking at the vibrant life in the medicine garden, he felt happy and relaxed, as if even his cultivation had advanced by a fraction along with it.

Primordial Wilderness cultivation was divided into six realms:

Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, Great Principle Golden Immortal.

Each realm held a different understanding of the Dao...

Heavenly Immortal: Initial recognition of the Dao, establishing the foundation of the Dao.

True Immortal: Step into the threshold of the Dao and condense the cloud of celebration.

Mysterious Immortal: Deepen the understanding of the Dao and condense the floral canopy.

Golden Immortal: Attain the fruit of the Dao, achieving great completion in cultivation.

As for Grand Unity and Great Principle, he had not yet touched upon them.

As a Netherworld Bamboo, his inheritance could reach at most the Golden Immortal realm, and Zhu Yin walked the "Vitality Great Dao".

This was a Great Dao fusing vegetation and the earth, representing the propagation of life and the nurturing of the earth.

Vegetation symbolized growth, able to purify water and soil; the earth embraced all things and nurtured everything. When vegetation flourished, it purified the earth, and after withering, it fed back into the soil, endless and unceasing.

What Zhu Yin liked most was this natural cycle, the feeling of surging vitality.

His cultivation was not closed-door bitter contemplation, but rather farming, comprehending the Dao of Vitality through observing vegetation.

The Vitality Great Dao differed from the Creation Great Dao...

Creation was creating out of nothing, going from non-existence to existence.

Vitality, however, was allowing existing life to continue and cycle, a natural Dao that followed the trend of circumstances.

Once the Spirit Medicine Garden was properly arranged, he rested for a few days, then formed hand seals and melted deep into the mountains to continue repairing the earth veins.

Vitality Divine Light circulated in his palms, slowly purifying polluted places and reconnecting the fractured earth veins.

This not only accumulated merit, but also helped him comprehend the Great Dao.

And this was precisely the unique cultivation method he had created as a spiritual root.

In addition, he also concurrently practiced the Purity Dao, making his state of mind increasingly peaceful and clear.

A millennium later, he had just finished repairing a section of the earth vein and was about to return to the mountain when he unexpectedly encountered a mysterious Daoist deep within the earth veins...

On a high peak not far outside Spirit Platform Mountain, a beam of azure light burst through the soil, and Zhu Yin flew out from deep within the earth veins, landing on the mountain summit.

Looking at the mysterious Daoist in hemp robes whose aura was unfathomable, he felt waves churn in his heart, yet he maintained his composure on the surface and cupped his hands in a salute.

"Junior Zhu Yin greets senior."