Conditions for Becoming Immortal

The clamor of the Golden Throne Hall faded away. The heavy palace doors slowly closed behind him, shutting the ministers' varied thoughts and lingering shock within.

Emperor Sheng did not immediately return to his chambers. After issuing the Great Sheng Governor token, he dismissed his attendants and walked alone along the bluestone imperial path, heading deep into the forbidden grounds of the palace.

He passed through a lush forest, where fallen blossoms drifted down like rain.

Amid scenery like a landscape painting stood an elegant pavilion in the middle of a lake, with a figure faintly visible within.

She stood tall and straight, her broad sleeves fluttering softly in the breeze. Dark patterns resembling the Eight Trigrams emerged beneath the daylight, outlining breathtaking curves, yet these were perfectly tempered by her frosty, otherworldly bearing.

Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, all of it gathered with nothing more than a simple wooden hairpin. Her eyes were cold and deep as an abyssal pool as she quietly watched the rippling lake.

She was the undisputed strongest being in Great Sheng—the legendary Shangqing Immortal!

"National Preceptor, I have kept you waiting."

Emperor Sheng's voice softened slightly. He stopped before the stone steps outside the pavilion, gazing at the lake as well before asking pensively:

"National Preceptor, I have cultivated the method you bestowed upon me to near mastery. Why can I still find no opportunity for a breakthrough?"

A trace of barely perceptible impatience slipped into his voice.

"I told you long ago that the national fortune you bear is too profound. It will be difficult for you to become immortal."

An Lingzhen did not turn around. Her thin lips parted slightly as she said, "You do not have much time left. You would be better off directing your thoughts elsewhere."

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