[Wu Shi, save me!]

"Rise from ruin, revive from extinction."

Lin Xian murmured, "Even without being a Great Emperor, one can live a second lifetime. It has nothing to do with cultivation realm, only nirvana."

A true teaching took one sentence; a false one took ten thousand books.

Just as the greatest secret of the atomic bomb was that an atomic bomb could be built.

The supreme mystery of the Immortal Dao amounted to a single sentence: immortals existed, and humans could become immortals!

The key lay in nirvana, in transformation.

Undergo nirvana and transformation, lifetime after lifetime, until time could no longer touch you, and you would be a Red Dust Immortal.

"Nirvana, transformation, a second lifetime..."

Jiang Taixu was shaken. Reflecting on the four thousand years he had spent in deathlike stillness, he vaguely grasped something, as though only a thin sheet of paper stood between him and understanding.

Before piercing it: he could not see the mountain's true face because he stood within it.

After piercing it: he would stand upon the highest peak and see all the other mountains dwarfed beneath him.

The fog dispersed, and the road ahead opened, like a lamp kindled to guide him through the darkness.

Those few sentences meant more to Jiang Taixu than a hundred volumes of ancient scriptures!

The answer was like a bright pearl covered in dust. Now the dust had been brushed away, revealing a radiance that illuminated countless verdant peaks. Its significance was profound, strengthening the Divine King's heart and Dao.

This was no sudden moment of enlightenment, but the accumulation of long years. Only by struggling on the edge of life and death and building a solid foundation could he achieve a breakthrough.

Another cultivator in their twilight years might understand the principle, yet their body would be unable