At the same time.
Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, Imperial City forbidden area.
The top layer of the Heavenly Fortune Pavilion, with nine layers of protection, Formation operates all year round, and the aura continues to circulate.
This is the core place where the Great Xia Dynasty sealed up its ancient history and top-secret information, and ordinary members of the royal family are not even qualified to step into it.
At this time, an old man in gray robe was sitting on a high chair in the pavilion.
The old man's beard and hair were all white, and his figure was thin, but the coercion he inadvertently exuded from his body caused subtle wrinkles to appear in the void around him.
Fourteenth Realm overhaul, Grand Elder Guest Official of the Great Xia Imperial Family, Jiang Daoxuan.
Sitting at the long table in front of him were three middle-aged men wearing purple robes with dragon patterns.
The three of them are all powerful princes of the royal family, and the one with the lowest cultivation level has already entered the Twelfth Realm, where he is usually in charge of the life and death of thousands of monks.
But at this moment, the expressions of the three of them were extremely solemn.
"Mr. Jiang, you specially summoned us today. Is what you said really true?"
King Zhenwu, who was sitting in the middle, spoke in a deep voice, frowning. "Is there really such a person deep in the ancient books of Imperial City Sea of Literary Abyss?"
Jiang Daoxuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the spirit tea, his fingers trembling slightly.
Recalling the chance encounter in Imperial City's secret collection of ancient books a few months ago, with his Fourteenth Realm Late Stage character, there was still an uncontrollable chill in his heart.
"I have never joked about something like this."
Jiang Daoxuan put down his tea bowl with a deep look in his eyes. "That day when I was inspecting the Sea of Literary Abyss floor, I sensed someone reading through Great Li Period's Broken Secret History. I thought it was a sect spy who had no eyesight and had infiltrated, so I activated Fourteenth Realm's Divine Sense pressure to suppress him on the spot."
Having said this, Jiang Daoxuan paused and his tone became extremely dry.
"As a result... my Divine Sense hit her, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea. She just turned her head and glanced at me."
"With just one glance, I felt that the energy and blood in my whole body had solidified, and my soul seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand."
Thinking of this, he shuddered.
He has lived for more than four thousand years, and he has never felt such a pure and despairing sense of oppression, even when faced with the afterimage of his royal ancestor before going into seclusion.
When the three princes heard this, their hearts were shaken, and their eyes showed extreme absurdity and shock.
"This is impossible!"
Prince of Pingyang on the left suddenly stood up and said in a voiceless voice, "Mr. Jiang, you are monk Fourteenth Realm Late Stage!"
"Looking at the entire Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, there are only a handful of people who can suppress you. Who is not the Supreme Emperor's uncle who is in retreat in the deep palace? Which hidden ancient sect is the opponent? What kind of Cultivation Method and natal Law Treasure are you using?"
"She did not use any Law Treasure, nor did she cast any spells."
Jiang Daoxuan shook his head, his eyes full of incomprehensible confusion and fear. "What's even weirder is that there is no Spiritual Power fluctuation in her body."
"No Spiritual Power?!"
King Zhenwu's eyes twitched fiercely, almost thinking that he heard wrongly, "A mortal with no Spiritual Power fluctuations can suppress Fourteenth Realm Daxiu with just one glance? Isn't this the greatest absurdity in the world!"
In Cultivation World's understanding, without Spirit Root and without cultivating Spiritual Qi, one will always be nothing more than an ordinary person.
Even if a mortal warrior has trained his physical body to the so-called limit, in the eyes of a real high-level monk, he is just a slightly harder ant that can be crushed with a flip of his hand.
Without Spiritual Power, how can we activate the rules? How can we have such great power?
"Not only does she not have Spiritual Power, but she also behaves extremely strangely. She is just reading the mortal records before and after the destruction of the Great Li Dynasty thousands of years ago."
Jiang Daoxuan said in a low voice, thinking of the absurd legend in the royal secret book that had been dusted by time.
"I checked all the top-secret ancient scrolls afterwards. Thousands of years ago, when Immortal Dao had not completely monopolized the world, there was a group of arrogant mortals who tried to use their physical bodies Qi and Blood to break the longevity limit of heaven and earth, in an attempt to obtain the physical body Eternal Life..."
"It is rumored that during the demonic catastrophe that destroyed Great Li, a white-haired Martial Immortal who entered the extreme realm with a pure body appeared and tore apart a hundred thousand righteous monks and Demon Venerable with his bare hands."
Heavenly Fortune Pavilion suddenly fell into deathly silence.
You can hear the needle drop.
The three princes' breathing became heavy involuntarily, but then, Prince of Pingyang shook his head and sneered, "Mr. Jiang, that's just a myth made up by ordinary people in the market for masturbation."
After all, the mortal body will perish within a hundred years. This is the Heavenly Dao truth.
Even the peerless monk Fourteenth Realm Peak has a life span of only eight thousand years.
Ten thousand years... There is absolutely no way there is a being in this world who can live for ten thousand years without dying!
"Even if it is really the Ultimate Dao person recorded in the ancient books, he should have turned into a handful of loess under the erosion of thousands of years."
King Zhenwu also nodded, and his expression returned to being cold and solemn. "What King Pingyang said is very true. Immortality is elusive and cannot be achieved by immortality. It is even less possible for mortals to achieve it. According to my opinion, it is probably a weird old man from the southern Xinjiang shaman tribe or overseas who specializes in concealment and secret arts. He deliberately concealed his whole body cultivation and played tricks on Mr. Jiang in Wenyuanhai."
Jiang Daoxuan looked at the three princes with determined expressions and did not refute.
The cognition of immortal cultivators is imprisoned by the heaven and earth Principle and the realm of longevity.
For them, admitting that a mortal can live for ten thousand years and have the power to crush Fourteenth Realm is tantamount to completely denying the foundation of Immortal Dao that they have practiced for thousands of years.
But Jiang Daoxuan clearly remembers the look in the white-haired woman's eyes.
That was not the banter of a reclusive old monster playing with the human world, but an absolute indifference that was accustomed to seeing the vicissitudes of life and regarded the entire immortal dynasty and long history as dust.
"Perhaps I am worrying too much."
Jiang Daoxuan closed his eyes and concealed the solemnity in his eyes. "But the state governments are ordered to secretly pay attention to the white-haired women who behave strangely, are physically strong and have no Spiritual Power fluctuations. If they are found, they must not act rashly and report them immediately."
"I will obey the law." The three princes responded in unison.
"..."
Years go by, spring passes and autumn comes.
Three full years have passed since Gu Changfeng and Zhao Mu died in the wilderness Mass Grave.
Azure Cloud City Outer City, Eternal Life Martial Sect.
Three years, for the monk Inner City in seclusion, was just a blink of an eye, but for the Eternal Life Martial Sect, who was completely isolated from the worldly struggle, it was an earth-shaking accumulation.
Bluestone Martial Training Plaza, which was originally a little empty, has now been repaired to become more solid and heavy.
In the morning mist, dozens of bare-chested young men lined up neatly.
These are the new disciples that Eternal Life Martial Sect has collected in the past three years. They are all mortal orphans like Li Meng who were cornered in Outer City and bear a blood feud.
Now, these dozens of people have endured the pain of bone fragmentation and ointment quenching. The strongest Li Meng has completely stepped into the Second Realm warrior, and the other disciples have all crossed the First Realm threshold, looking resolute and cold.
In the backyard, the stone door of Basalt Alchemy Hall slowly opened.
Gu Qinghe stepped out with steady steps and tall figure.
Three years have passed, and the robes he wears are still simple, but the composure and restraint exuding from his whole person are no longer what they used to be.
The old disease on his right leg has long since left no trace, and between opening and closing his eyes, there is a faint wisp of deep black inflammation flowing under his eyes.
With the continuous supply of Fourth-Grade Medicinal Herbs from Netherflame Earthfire and Eternal Life Martial Sect, Gu Qinghe has now completely secured its position as Fourth Grade Alchemist. The Concentrated Blood-Coagulating Paste refined by one hand is of extremely high purity and has become the core guarantee for the sect to temper the bone marrow.
In the center of the square, Han Yu has his bare arms, holding the Unedged Greatsword that has been recast by Black Iron and weighs an astonishing Eight Thousand Jin.
She stood there without even making any unnecessary movements. The Qi and Blood running through her body like lead and mercury made the air within five feet around her make a subtle tearing sound.
Fourth Realm warrior.
Under the almost rigorous physical polishing of Su Yueli and the infusion of Gu Qinghe's top-level Blood-Coagulating Paste, Han Yu's bone density has reached an extremely terrifying level. With every movement of his hands and feet, his pure physical explosive power is enough to tear apart the natural defense of a monk of the same level with his bare hands.
Lu Chang'an on one side also has a taller figure, his muscles are tightly contracted, and the murderous aura in his eyes is restrained to the point of dripping Leakless State.
Third Realm Peak warrior.
Holding the re-smelted Dark Iron Sledgehammer in his hand, the Qi machine was as solid as a solid stone, ready to burst out the Ultimate Dao kinetic energy that would shatter steel at any time.
Su Yueli sat on the stone chair at the top of the square, looked at the three people, and nodded slightly.
Counting the dozens of new disciples, Eternal Life Martial Sect's frame is completely established.
"Come here, everyone." Su Yueli said calmly.