I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

A moment later.

Zhou Yi's figure manifested within the formation, looking down at Heavenly Monarch Yuanling and said, "The deeds of Daoist friend are no different from those of a Demon Head, is there anything good to say?"

"If I hadn't done so, letting our sect's inheritance be severed, even in death, I would have no face to meet our ancestors!"

Yuanling asked, "Daoist friend looks unfamiliar, I do not know what grievances we have that you are so relentless?"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "No significant grievances, just acting on behalf of the heavens!"

Yuanling raised his eyebrows, "In this world, what 'Heavenly Dao' exists? Even if it truly exists, it couldn't possibly be as cowardly as Daoist friend, who only manifests a mere formation avatar?"

"Cough, cough, cough, this is caution!"

Zhou Yi asked, "How much longer does Daoist friend have to live?"

"At the very least one or two hundred years, at most three or four hundred years."

Yuanling said, "Daoist friend seems to be only in the Golden Core Realm, you might not be able to outlast me to death, and even if you win, it would delay your cultivation. Why not make a deal? I swear by the Heavenly Dao, let bygones be bygones, how about it?"

"But Daoist friend just said there is no such thing as the Heavenly Dao!"

Zhou Yi would not believe the words of this old monster, there are indeed ways to get around oaths in this world, as long as one is willing to pay a sufficient price.

His figure dissipated, continuing to operate the formation, submerging Yuanling with thunderous flames.

"What I have the most is lifespan, only three or four hundred years, it's not even enough to cover the consumption of the morning and evening divinations!"

Another fifty years passed.

Yuanling had completely given up struggling, only maintaining the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman, barely resisting the formation's assaults.

Every once in a while, he would call out Zhou Yi's formation avatar for idle chat, sometimes reminiscing about the joy of cultivation in the past, or about a senior sister he once pursued, even unreservedly discussing the dark secrets of their sect.

Like how to break into a certain ancient ruin, they caught countless Loose Cultivators and mortals for a Blood Sacrifice.

"The Blood Sacrifice Method, derived from ancient witchcraft, can counter any Formation and Prohibition within the Cultivation World."

Unreservedly, Yuanling said, "If the Blood Sacrifice can't break the formation, there's only one reason—the number of beings sacrificed isn't enough!"

Zhou Yi asked, "Why did the ancient times vanish?"

"It was due to the decline of Spiritual Energy."

Yuanling said, "The foundation of the Cultivation Path is Spiritual Energy. Each rise and fall of the ancestral veins represents the ebb and flow of the Cultivation World, just like the cycles of reincarnation!"

"At what realm can one break free from the shackles of Spiritual Energy?"

"That would probably be the legendary immortals!"

Another fifty years passed.

Zhou Yi and Yuanling became quite familiar with each other, like close friends of many decades, seemingly talking about everything under the sun.

Often consulting Yuanling on the path of cultivation, receiving guidance on the Cultivation techniques and secret arts of both the righteous and demonic paths, his prowess advanced leaps and bounds in just a few decades.

Zhou Yi consulted on the method of breaking the Golden Core to form the Nascent Soul, and Heavenly Monarch Yuanling generously taught him.

"Nascent Soul, the fusion of the three souls and six spirits with the Golden Core Mana, can be regarded as the embryo of the Primordial Spirit. If you get the chance in the future, be sure to fuse the three souls and six spirits completely, otherwise, even if you break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, you will have severed your path!"

"Thank you for the Heavenly Monarch's guidance."

Zhou Yi bowed respectfully, holding Yuanling in high esteem.

Of course, this didn't affect the operation of the formation; even as the two spoke, the Heavenly Thunder and earthen fire never ceased.

Time slipped by.

Another century passed.

On this day.

Zhou Yi didn't wait for Yuanling's summon and manifested his figure on his own, looking at the Heavenly Monarch of Divine Transformation who was breathing feebly.

The light of the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman had been exhausted, already turning into wrinkled beast skin talismans, and now Yuanling was resisting the Formation and Prohibition by depleting his origin.

"Is it time to die?"

Yuanling murmured, "I have roamed the Nine Continents and Four Seas for two thousand years, never would I have imagined to die at the hands of a Golden Core junior. Could there really be retribution in this world?"

"Perhaps there is."

Zhou Yi said, "Do too much evil, and one day someone will come seeking revenge."

Yuanling sighed, "In principle, that's true, but having lived for so long, seeing many demons and monsters meet good ends, I stopped believing in such principles."

"Be a good person in the next life!"

Zhou Yi formed a spell with his hands, and a massive bolt of lightning crashed down, draining Yuanling of his last bit of origin.

A Heavenly Monarch of an era perished, his soul scattered to the winds.

Zhou Yi waited another ten years to ensure there were no remnants of the soul or secret techniques before he collected the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman and the sealed objects.

His Divine Sense swept over them, revealing that the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman contained over ten thousand volumes of beast skin books, the complete inheritance of their sect.

"Another Supreme Treasure in hand!"

"The Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman, known as the number one auxiliary Supreme Treasure in the Nine Continents, while other treasures are nourished by Mana, it refines Mana in return. The purer the Mana, the easier it is to merge with the soul, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Zhou Yi swallowed the Supreme Clarity Divine Talisman, settling it directly over the Golden Core, surrounded by treasures such as the Light Dividing Sword, the Bodhi Treasure Wheel, the Mountain and River Cauldron, and others.

He packed up the Formation and Prohibition, returning to Kunlun Cave Heaven.

The Jianmu tree had already been accelerated to more than eight Zhang tall, truly a towering tree piercing the heavens.

Zhou Yi took out the sealed object of Yuanling, his fragmented soul entered within, starting to break it open from the inside out.

...

Da Zhou

Binhai City.

Yihong Clubhouse.

The "mommy" was dressed in a cheongsam, smiling as she led a Taoist priest in, holding up her orchid fingers as she spoke.

"This is a legitimate establishment, offering only health-preserving massages. You can rest assured, we have connections on the inside!"

The Daoist nodded repeatedly, "Legitimacy is good. I don't visit places that aren't!"

Half an hour later.

A loud bang as the door burst open, seven or eight black-clothed patrol officers charged into the room, shouting loudly for everyone to put their hands on their heads.

Patrol House.

The Taoist looked around curiously at the corner of the wall, at the camera that was recording the interrogation, which perhaps had another name, but the general function would be much the same.

"Name?"

"Bai Long."

"Age?"

"Eighteen!"

"Occupation?"

"Taoist priest."

"..."

One by one, the patrol officer went through the routine interrogation. Zhou Yi answered smoothly, even providing a valid ID number upon request.

A simple illusion technique fooled the eyes and minds of the patrol officers, but it was a pity he could no longer forge identities as freely as in the old days. According to his understanding of his previous life, tools similar to computers were now networked nationwide!

The Taoist was suspected of illegal celebration, a topic likely to become a hot news item, something the Patrol House did not wish to see happen, so they aimed to close the case quickly.

After paying five thousand in temporarily made currency, Zhou Yi walked out of the Patrol House.

He looked up at the sky.

Just then, an airplane roared past overhead, his gaze sweeping over the streets, skyscrapers, and the throngs of pedestrians.

Drip, drip, drip!

Perhaps it was rush hour, as a line of cars were jammed in the road, with impatient drivers honking their horns continuously.

On the pedestrian sidewalks on either side, some people wore revealing clothes, others wore simple long robes, and there were quite a few women in palace attire.

"Such clothing would have been considered usurping one's station back in the day, and could have resulted in the execution of the entire nine clans!"

Zhou Yi felt both unfamiliar and familiar with these scenes, but his heart was mostly filled with joy.

This era might have this or that problem, and it certainly didn't lack corrupt officials or exploitation and oppression, but it was a million times better than the era of Da Qian, Daqing, Da Zhou, and so on.

The only dissatisfaction might be that celebrations were no longer permitted!

Times change.

Zhou Yi was very willing to abide by the rules, to follow the rules of each and every era, whether with caution or by blending in without flaunting his power.

"This city looks nice. I'll stay here for a while to get familiar with this era before heading to the capital."

Several days later.

Zhou Yi sold some old newspapers and exchanged them for an apartment in Binhai. After moving in, the first thing he did was get online.

He gently touched the large curved screen, the mechanical keyboard clacked, the mouse flashed with neon lights, and the high-end mainframe hummed. His fingers trembled with excitement.

"One thousand nine hundred and twenty-three years have passed!"

"Do you know how I spent these one thousand nine hundred years?"

He pressed the power button, watching the familiar yet strange splash screen. Zhou Yi began to study the function of each icon.

More or less the same.

Or you could say that human needs were largely similar. He opened the web browser and began searching the last two hundred years of Cloud Continent's history.

"Cloud Continent unified; it's now the three hundred and fifty-first year of the Da Zhou calendar…"

"A hundred and fifty years ago, the Red Alliance led a revolution…"

"The Royal Family voluntarily abdicated, transforming into the Cabinet and agreed to preserve the Imperial Clan's estates…"

Zhou Yi flipped through the web pages as fast as lightning, scanning the content with his divine sense. After getting an overall grasp of history, he then searched for news about old acquaintances.

"Tsk tsk tsk, quite a few have made it into the history textbooks!"

"Bai Shiyu, oh Bai Shiyu, you have caused some embarrassment, all I find is tabloid history about you, even earning yourself the title of one of the 'Four Great Young Masters of Old Zhou'!"

After acquainting himself with history, Zhou Yi searched for a computer beginner's tutorial and quickly mastered it.

He then downloaded the most popular chat software of the time, Yun Chat, and pondered for a moment before setting up his account, using his past-life communication number as his username.

"This is the only trace of memory left for this poor Daoist."

Not long after he finished registering.

Drip, drip, drip!

Xuan Ling Zhenren invites you to join the "Nine Continents Cultivation Chat Group"!