Exploring Immortality Cultivation

The heart power of a hundred thousand people, their frenzied passion turned into a roaring tempest in the spiritual world and almost instantly shattered the Jiao King's will to fight. The force that pierced its cheek also mysteriously gave it a psychological suppression. It didn't even entertain the idea of combat and turned to flee.

Seeing the "Black Beard" Jiao King fleeing, Wei Yijing felt the situation was somewhat surreal.

The blue-clothed cultivator turned in her direction. Only then did Wei Yijing get a clear view of the other's attire. It was the standard blue outfit of the Wanfa Sect, only devoid of any pattern except for a crest on the chest, a green jade material engraved with a city wall made of water droplets. This signified that he was a Guardian Envoy.

The Wanfa Sect disciple glanced at the injured people, his body flowing with white light. In this incredible light, everyone felt a warm sensation, and their wounds rapidly began to heal. After doing all this, he cautioned, "We are already a thousand miles away from Langde. It's not rare to encounter demon clans with core-formed demon cores, and I've seen several powerful demons of the Dragon Suborder here. This is not a place for you youngsters."

After pointing out a safe route, he transformed into a blue stream of light and disappeared.

Only then did Wei Yijing seem to remember something and shouted toward Wang Qi, "Daoist Fellow! Black Beard is a trusted follower of the transformation dragon demon 'White-Bearded Martial King'! You need to..."

But before she could finish, Wang Qi was already gone.

Watching the blue-clothed man disappear, Wei Yijing frowned, "That Daoist Fellow is very powerful, likely a True Disciple recently accepted by the Wanfa Sect. But he seems to be the type focused solely on cultivation without caring for other matters, completely unaware of how dreadful it is when 'you hit the small ones, and the big ones come.'"

"What should we do?" Wei Yilong asked.

"I'll go find him," Wei Yijing said. "This time, you must bring them back safely, understand?"

Wei Yilong was startled, "Sister Jing, you're still injured..."

"It's fine. That Daoist Fellow's spells are marvelous; I'm almost fully recovered." Wei Yijing patted her leg, snapping the bandage, and then she started following the blue-clothed cultivator with a limping gait.

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Wang Qi flew for about half an hour before finding a suitable rock outcropping. He landed on the rock and then used the Heavenly Entropy Technique to evaporate the moisture. He lay down on the rock, resting his head on his arm, first pulling out the Dao Heart Pure Yang Spell memory device from his belt, then swiping through the virtual screen: "Jiao King 'Black Beard,' a subordinate of 'White-Bearded Martial King.' The White-Bearded Martial King is one of the seven martial guards of the Dragon Clan Holy Land, directly under the Dragon Clan Saint Guard King—also known as our 'West Sea Dragon King.' Hopefully, this time I can draw out a real True Dragon."

Feng Luoyi appeared beside him, sighing lightly, "It's difficult. The attitude of the Dragon Clan has made me even more puzzled."

Wang Qi had been in the West Sea for half a year now. Under Feng Luoyi's guidance, he had registered at the Langde Branch as a Guardian Envoy. However, he hadn't undertaken a single mission in the past six months. Most of Wang Qi's time was spent wandering alone in the sea. During that time, he always exhibited his "Dragon Clan aura." Whenever possible, he would grab a demon closely related to true dragons, cripple them with the three Dragon Coins in his body, and then send them back, hoping that someone from the Dragon Clan would show up.

He was "Dragon Fishing."

Unfortunately, Wang Qi had yet to encounter a True Dragon.

"Do you think the West Sea Dragon King might really just be a Banished Immortal?"

Feng Luoyi shook her head, "Don't you know the terror of the Dragon Clan's bloodline yet? If the West Sea Dragon King, that Mahayana Dragon Clan Immortal, awakens his Immortal Characteristic and inherits the Immortal's Laws, he might directly attack the Immortal Alliance."

"But they really are ignoring me, the 'holder of the Dragon Emperor's aura.'"

Feng Luoyi was also puzzled, "I don't understand. The royal family of the Western Region, that's the core of the Dragon Clan. Surely, not the entire royal family has been controlled by some Banished Immortal?"

This conversation was not their first. Wang Qi wasn't really interested in discussing to reach a conclusion with Feng Luoyi. However, like fishing, dragon fishing tested one's patience. The waiting was too long, and having a chat to pass the time was good too.

Wang Qi sighed, "This half year, I feel like I'm just wasting my time."

"Refining the heart amidst the mundane, the key is to think. Slowing down cultivation, contemplating one's true heart, the meaning of life, how to enjoy the carefree longevity, not just preserving a body," Feng Luoyi offered some teachings, "Even if you feel these days are meaningless, you should think about how to make them meaningful? What do you truly want to do?"

"Thinking about these things…" Wang Qi looked up at the sky, "I really don't like this mystical stuff."

To him, this question didn't need contemplation. Across two lifetimes, his pursuit had never changed.

To reveal the truth, summarize natural laws, enter the domain of God, seek the Dao, and pursue the beauty of the cosmos.

Feng Luoyi smiled, "There's no helping it. The theories of the Yangshen Pavilion still can't accommodate all of human thought, and since we haven't truly come into contact with the Longevity Ones to model their psychology, we can only apply such approximate algorithms to matters of the Dao Heart."

Wang Qi closed his eyes, "This is really tricky..."

"Moreover, during deep meditation, you can also sort out your feelings," Feng Luoyi continued. "I just realized that you're quite prone to loneliness."

"Ugh, you left me alone at sea for half a year, and to prevent my cultivation from advancing too quickly, you even restricted my thinking about mathematics. I was so bored I nearly went crazy."

Feng Luoyi shook his head, "Boredom and loneliness aren't necessarily the same concept. Some people become tranquil and profound in their loneliness, others contemplate life. But you're different; you seem to enjoy telling jokes to yourself that no one else understands."

"A guy playing alone at sea, how else should I entertain myself?" Wang Qi sighed, "The Western Border is too peaceful, lacking opportunities to encounter the Dragon Clan."

This battlefield, dominated by the Core Formation Demon Clan, was no different from a death ground for ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who also needed to travel in groups. But for Wang Qi, it was still too peaceful.

"It would be nice if some powerful Demon Clan member came to start a fight..." Wang Qi lazily yawned. His strength had already surpassed the realm of Foundation Establishment. Although he lacked a zero-latency processing system, and couldn't use the Ten Thousand Immortals True Mirror for combat, lacking computational power meant that Daoist skills like the Cave Heaven Ruler could not last. However, after the battle at Divine Capital, his outlook, combat awareness, and spells had greatly improved, and his thought process had widened. Core Formation Demon Clans couldn't withstand even three punches or two kicks from him, only Transformation Demon Clan members comparable to Nascent Souls could barely contend with him.

He released the Dragon Clan Essence to protect his body, casting a purple glow over his entire form. All waves automatically parted three feet in front of him. Then, he tapped on the ring, "Old man, call me if you need anything."

"Such an ungrateful brat..." Zhen Chan thought to himself, feeling that as another Ring Grandpa, his treatment was far too poor.

As a result, the West Sea remained calm today as well.

When Wang Qi awoke, night had fallen. The galaxy was brilliant, and a crescent moon was rising.

Gazing at the starry sky, his consciousness began to drift away towards the heavens.

The light he saw had traveled hundreds, thousands, or even billions of years across the cosmos to reach Shenzhou. A torrent of information rode these visible electromagnetic waves pouring in his direction. Perhaps, among them lay cosmic secrets, secrets of immortals. But by the time they reached Shenzhou, they might still need to traverse vast stretches of time.

Conversely, if an event was so unknown that not even its light had reached someone, then there was no other way for that person to know about it, nor could the event affect any observer. In eighty thousand years, no Shenzhou Cultivators had observed the unheralded disappearance of celestial bodies, or sudden changes in the starry sky.

This planet might be fortunate enough to be outside the "Destruction of the World" event's light cone. Perhaps, in some corner of the universe, a massive Nebula Immortal was devouring celestial bodies. Perhaps in another place, a planet-devouring immortal was drawing in a deep breath, stealing the True Power of the Great Sun, causing a star's spectrum to shift towards the red end; perhaps some immortals were harvesting planets.

Their light might simply have not arrived yet. No one could guarantee that this swath of starry sky would not extinguish in the next second. No one knew exactly what the cosmos was like "at that moment."

"Is every light in the sky truly an enemy?" Ever since he learned of this cosmic tableau, Wang Qi always felt a chill to the bone when he looked at the stars.

Then, he came back to his senses.

"Ah, truly boring. Didn't even one demon beast sneak up to attack me while I was asleep?" Wang Qi's Spiritual Sense swept out through the water. As expected, he couldn't even find a fish.

Zhen Chan said, "With your scent of dragon, how could a sea demon even escape you, let alone sneak an attack?"

The true Dragon's Majesty was not just a kind of Divine Skill. Half of it was the Dragon Clan's innate talent, and the other half was the instinct of all other creatures besides the Dragon Clan—the instinct not to fight the dragons.

It was proof of the Dragon Clan's dominance over this planet for eons. Most mammals on Earth naturally detest reptiles because their ancestors were oppressed by dinosaurs for tens of millions of years; those without this "fear mechanism" were eliminated. The same principle applied to the Dragon Clan. On this planet, all beings that dared to battle dragons were exterminated.

"Not fighting with dragons" was a survival instinct for species on this planet.

"Good thing I came prepared. Tonight, I'm having Jiao head meat." Wang Qi carefully took out the Jiao Dragon's face from his Storage Bag and used his mana to grill the meat. While grilling, he asked, "Teacher Feng, if you're there, give a shout."

"My consciousness has always been here," Feng Luoyi appeared and said, "What's up?"

"I don't think this is a good way to continue. How about I wait a few more days? If the Black-Bearded Jiao King doesn't come begging, I'll head towards the deep-sea area on my own?" (To be continued. If you like this work, I invite you to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a vote and subscribe. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)