The latest light screen appeared. This was the trial of the tenth stage.
The power between heaven and earth suddenly became strange.
Spiritual energy began to dissipate, while a high platform rose from the ground instead.
A figure walked out from within the platform.
The figure was an old man, his beard and hair both white, his gaze clear, his face kindly and benevolent.
The old man wore a black zhongshan suit. His bearing was ethereal, like some misty immortal.
"This old man is Gongsun Muya," the elder said with a smile.
"I never expected that, after so many years, someone would finally reach this step."
Xu Zimo could tell that the old man's state was rather peculiar.
He was neither a divine projection nor some sort of reflection.
He was more like an entirely new creation combining technology and spiritual energy.
"Are you the true body?" Xu Zimo could not help asking.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, so even Xu Zimo could not be certain.
"My true body died long ago," Gongsun Muya said with a smile.
He seemed to have stopped caring about death long ago.
Xu Zimo suddenly understood.
The difference between cultivation and technology was not merely one of strength.
Cultivation could grant longevity. For those with powerful cultivation, living tens of thousands of years was effortless.
But what about technology? Could it make people immortal?
Unless it reached the pinnacle of technology, perhaps.
But Xu Zimo had never seen the pinnacle of technology, nor could he imagine what it would look like.
In that case, the lives of those who pursued technology were ultimately no different from those of ordinary people.
Without cultivation, one could not break through the shackles of the body.
"Then what state are you