I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The depletion of vital energy requires a long period of seclusion to compensate, and considering the consumption of lifespan, basically, all who had utilized it had met with death and the destruction of their Dao.

The mana that had once been at the very pinnacle of the Golden Core stage broke through some barrier in an instant, and Zhou Yi felt as if he were light as a feather, like a flying immortal. The mana in his Dantian was as deep as the abyss, as vast as the sea, seemingly capable of destroying heaven and earth with a mere wave of his hand.

Such mystical and powerful sensations left his spiritual soul in a state of ecstasy and uncertainty!

"Nascent Soul? No, it's not quite right, it can only be considered as a False Daoist Lord, possessing mana without the corresponding realm!"

Zhou Yi silently recited a spell for purifying the mind, quickly awakening from his delusions, infusing the Light Dividing Sword with mana.

The myriad rays of Sword Qi once again split into tens, into hundreds, filling the space around for tens of miles with what seemed an uncountable number of sword lights that flowed like rivers, not needing any Sword Array or Sword technique to do so.

"I want to see just how long you can endure!"

The Golden Corpse, knowing it couldn't match this force, simply focused all its energy on protecting its body, quietly waiting for the other's lifespan to run out.

An endless river of Sword Qi surged turbulently, striking repeatedly above the head of the Golden Corpse, and the originally dull Treasure Bead surprisingly began to show cracks, on the verge of shattering. Read new chapters at empire

"How is this possible? Not even the Immortal Corpse Inner Pill, the ancestors of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, could destroy it..."

Zhou Yi felt doubtful, yet his hand movements didn't stop, continuously sending slashes down upon the Treasure Bead.

"Heh heh heh! It turns out you couldn't deceive your fellow Daoist, but it's already too late!"

The Golden Corpse, as if it had been enduring for a long time, said proudly: "After living for thousands of years, you turned out to be so foolish, so easily falling into my trap, wasting away your lifespan for nothing."

Zhou Yi's brows furrowed tightly as the sword light slashed down again, and the Treasure Bead could no longer withstand the assault, loudly shattering.

Boom boom boom!

An extremely dense Corpse Qi burst out, spreading in all directions, attempting to break through the Formation and Prohibition.

Zhou Yi activated the Bodhi Treasure Wheel, and with mana comparable to that of a Nascent Soul he infused into it, the visage of the Buddha almost became tangible, its ten-thousand-foot radiance thoroughly cleansing away the Corpse Qi with a smile.

Deprived of the Supreme Treasure, the Golden Corpse stood alone in midair, facing the sword light and heavenly thunder without a trace of fear.

"I may have lost the battle of magical powers, but I have won the Nine Continents!"

"I am adept in divination, yet here you are in your true form."

As Zhou Yi managed the calculations with his fingers, the workings of fate became crystal clear, revealing the Daoist before him to be none other than the Ancient Demon Monarch.

"That's both right and wrong, yes and no."

The Golden Corpse replied: "What I have done is aimed at destroying the Nine Continents, naturally loathed by heaven and earth. Let alone battling you, even if a few youngsters were to besiege me, I might unexpectedly perish!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, fully aware that being detested by heaven and earth wasn't to be taken lightly.

For instance, the celestial phenomena of that year had directly exposed the covert development of the Golden Corpse, and the recent anomaly of the great sun had almost blatantly biased in favor of Zhou Yi and the others.

It was as if heaven and earth were without consciousness, otherwise, they might directly manifest and possibly suppress the Golden Corpse to death.

"I had anticipated that I might die in the battle of magical powers, how could I not have prepared a contingency plan?"

The Golden Corpse spoke: "Thus I divided my spiritual soul into two, one half stationed at the Heavenly Corpse Sect, which you all are welcome to come and kill, while the other half seeks a suitable person for possession, ready to reincarnate at any time!"

"You were already a broken soul, yet you divided it further into two, have you found your target for possession?"

Zhou Yi's thoughts raced, as the alliance had already protected everyone with a Heavenly Spiritual Root or an Exotic Spirit Root within formations and prohibitions.

With layer upon layer of protection, the Golden Corpse wouldn't dare to intrude; if it did, it could forget about ever getting out. Killing the Golden Corpse after possession would be much easier; even using the source of Divinity Transformation, it would be comparable to an ordinary Golden Core.

"Initially, there was none, but a few days ago, I found one."

The eyes of the Golden Corpse revealed undisguised joy: "Upon seeing that artifact, I became even more certain that the Nine Continents should rightly be under my control!"

"An artifact..."

Zhou Yi's expression changed dramatically, no longer paying attention to the Golden Corpse, as a sky full of sword energy and thunder overwhelmed him.

The Golden Corpse stood still, unresistant as he awaited death, his eyes flashed through a strange mix of regret, guilt, relief, and determination, a stark contrast to his previous ruthless demeanor.

"It's too late, Master!"

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Heavenly Corpse Mountain.

It had been flattened.

After Zhou Yi left, Ao Qin managed the Formation and Prohibition, eradicating millions of Corpse Demons nearby.

Xiao Hong paced back and forth, occasionally glancing westward, an anxious expression on his face.

At this moment.

A streak of crimson escaping light flew in, not concealing its powerful and aggressive mana aura, which sliced the demonic clouds in the sky into two.

"This is... a Daoist Lord!"

Ao Qin had heard the Dragon Emperor teach the methods of the Nascent Soul and was very clear about the power of Nascent Soul mana, hence he couldn't help but show a horrified expression and subconsciously wanted to burrow underground to escape.

"Cough cough cough!"

The escaping light stopped near Heavenly Corpse Mountain in the blink of an eye, revealing its shape to be the elderly-looking Zhou Yi, who coughed violently several times, his breath faint and imbued with the stench of death.

Xiao Hong asked anxiously, "Tang Daoist Friend, what's wrong with you?"

"I've executed a secret technique that bursts with power, which has excessively consumed my life span, cough cough cough, my days are numbered."

Zhou Yi glanced at the cowering Ao Qin, not paying him any heed, but instead asked, "Why don't I see Han Chao, didn't this poor Daoist order him to be in charge of the Formation?"

Xiao Hong replied, "True Lord Han was worried about your safety, so a few days ago he handed the Array Plate to the Dragon Emperor and followed your trail to pursue you."

"Very good! I have cultivated for thousands of years and have seen countless people, yet I was deceived by my disciple who is only in his twenties or thirties."

Zhou Yi's aura fluctuated wildly, his Nascent Soul mana deep and endless, pressuring Ao Qin and Xiao Hong almost beyond their limits: "Daoist Xiao, I have used up my life span to slay that Demon Monarch."

"Your merit is immeasurable, True Lord!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hong's face lit up with surprise as he bowed continuously, "From now on, True Lord, you will be worshiped eternally by the human race, as long as the human race survives, the incense will never cease!"

Ao Qin followed, "The demon race will do the same!"

"However, the great calamity of the Corpse Demon will not end and might even intensify."

Zhou Yi sighed, "This poor Daoist's days are numbered, no longer able to protect my disciples. Once you return, swiftly build ships and escort the bloodline of the human race to the depths of the Eastern Sea."

Xiao Hong was shocked, "Could it be related to True Lord Han?"

"Perhaps, this poor Daoist isn't sure."

Zhou Yi recalled all the events from the past; Han Chao had no abnormal intentions, otherwise, it would have been impossible to conceal from his own soul perception.

"The Golden Corpse claims to have possessed Han Chao, whether true or false is not yet certain, but the Demon Head offered himself as bait, and that is most likely correct."

Ao Qin expressed his doubts, "True Lord Han seems to have a dual Spirit Root, one fire and one wood, which does not fit the inheritance of the Heavenly Corpse Sect. Why would the Demon Monarch go and possess him?"

"My disciple possesses a congenital Supreme Treasure..."

Zhou Yi recounted in detail about Han Chao's treasures, suddenly feeling a premonition, "I have seen countless people in my time, and that disciple of mine has a firm Daoist heart. Even in death, he would never sully himself by colluding with a demon, so it must be that treasure that is problematic!"

Ao Qin looked at the ground covered in countless corpses, murmuring, "Offering the corpses as sacrifices could lead to enlightenment, wouldn't the Demon Monarch become even more powerful with such a treasure?"

Xiao Hong's voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Daoist Friend Tang, does that mean we are going to lose?"

"In this world, there are always wins and losses; as the Demon Head said, it has never been a matter of course for the righteous to win."

Zhou Yi sighed, "This poor Daoist has done his utmost. That Demon Head, now in possession of two Supreme Treasures, won't fall behind even in a direct confrontation!"

"It's often said that human effort cannot overcome fate!"

Xiao Hong said, "Ever since the great calamity of the Corpse Demon, heaven and earth have repeatedly aided us, not hesitating to manifest anomalies directly, showing their unwillingness for the Corpse Demon to harm the Nine Continents and obliterate all living beings, right?"

"That is true, but unfortunately, every drink and peck is predestined."

Zhou Yi briefly spoke of the past where the righteous and demons fought with swords and how heaven and earth covertly interfered with the outcome, "Back then, heaven and earth plotted against both the righteous and demonic paths, forcing the three Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarchs to prematurely shatter the ancestral veins instead of allowing them to naturally decline."

"That Golden Corpse Demon Lord was one of those three Divine Transformation beings at that time."

"The seeds of the world's destruction were sown then, and today's calamity of the Corpse Demon is the result; had the Blood Demon or Heavenly Demon awakened sooner, perhaps it would have been another sort of demonic calamity."

"If heaven and earth hadn't interfered that year and let the ancestral veins decline naturally, it would have taken at least a thousand or eight hundred years... not to mention several Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarchs, even the Nascent Soul Daoist Lords would have perished by time's passage!"

"If that were the case, how could the calamity of the Corpse Demon arise!"

"To think there was such a hidden secret..."

Xiao Hong murmured to himself before suddenly looking up at Zhou Yi and asking, "Who are you exactly, Daoist Friend? Now that your lifespan is ending, why not reveal your identity? If the human race survives, they will surely worship you as a clan!"

"Who am I?"

Zhou Yi looked deeply into Xiao Hong's eyes and slowly said.

"I am your ancestor!"