Longevity Strange Immortal

Li Mo sat cross-legged in midair, unknowingly entering an indescribable state, as though every wisp of sword qi could be easily controlled.

The Bright Day hung in the sky, stirring the Yang Qi of the small world.

"Roar."

Elder Wuxin did not hold back; instead, he employed all of his arms in the sword duel.

A crack opened on his forehead, emitting scorching heat from his skull, exposing most of his brain, which was riddled with rotting scars.

"Chun... Chunyangzi."

"Chunyangzi, you dream of ascending Taiyi Sword Peak, but you don't have what it takes!!!"

Elder Wuxin waved hundreds of long swords, their light scattering, causing the nearby Daoist Temple of Juxin Temple to collapse in response, the cuts remarkably clean.

The surrounding sword cultivators hastily avoided the scene, unable to directly face the brilliance unleashed by Li Mo.

Only sword cultivators possessing Superior Sword Intent could disregard the glare of Sun Sword Intent and calmly observe Kou Xian Sect.

The name Taiyi was already widely known throughout the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

Li Mo's feat of single-handedly passing the Five Passes of Kou Xian Sect was a colossal achievement, one that even in the history of Heavenly Sword Sect, had been accomplished by only a handful of individuals.

They were all stunned by the radiance of Sun Sword Intent, failing to take note of Elder Wuxin's repeated cries of "Chunyangzi."

"Chunyangzi."

Li Mo carefully contemplated "Chunyangzi," piecing together fragmented memories from the Creation Book, gradually reconstructing the era of upheaval in Heavenly Sword Sect.

In the memory.

The mountain winds howled, and the Heavenly Sword Sect was engulfed with sword tombs.

Chunyangzi was Elder Wuxin's final disciple, clutching an unknown White Bone, bowing respectfully before the tombs.

"Disciple Chunyangzi has found a path to bring peace to the chaotic world."

"I do not seek to become Immortal, only that the Taoist inheritance of Heavenly Sword Sect may endure."

Chunyangzi smiled faintly, using the White Bone to pierce through the Three Elixir Fields—upper, middle, and lower—causing his spirit to collapse, with his cultivation gradually fading.

At the memory's end, Chunyangzi ultimately became a mere mortal.

Li Mo tried to see what further developments would unfold after Chunyangzi reverted to mortal life, but the memory was abruptly cut short.

Unlike the previous memories digested from the Creation Book.

The memories concerning Chunyangzi seemed resistant to inclusion by the Creation Book.

"Could it really be as Luo Yang said, that learning the truth behind the era's upheaval might lead to a repeat of the disaster?"

Clang.

"Chunyangzi! How many times must I tell you, focus when practicing swordsmanship!!!"

Elder Wuxin's Sword Intent boiled over, his body resembling a massive centipede, his strikes becoming increasingly frenzied, as if he intended to strike Li Mo down with each move.

"Chunyangzi, your Sun Sword Intent is far too sparse and mundane. If you aim to bring peace to the chaotic world, it is not enough — nowhere near enough!!!"

"Understood."

Li Mo opened his eyes, removing his right eye and tossing it toward the heavens.

The Sun Star ascended into the sky.

A stream of sword qi coursed like rays of light, with hues gradually diversifying, faintly displaying the traits of a Seven-Colored Spiritual Treasure.

"While the Sun Sword Intent is indeed a Superior Sword Intent, it is not my Sword Intent."

Li Mo's Sun Sword Intent continued its transformation, relying entirely on Elder Wuxin's relentless attacks.

"Since the founding of the Heavenly Sword Sect, countless disciples have comprehended the Sun Sword Intent. Yet, I, Li Mo, possess talent unparalleled in history—how could I tread the well-worn path?"

Li Mo pointed to his forehead with his right hand and let out a booming shout.

"Majestic Heavenly Dao, radiant sword light."

"What a figure, the Thirteen Immortals!"

Gazes from various points turned solemn as the Great Sun Sword Tomb resounded with unceasing sword hums, all carrying Superior Sword Intent.

Ignoring the mutation of his body, Li Mo summoned twenty-four Yang Attribute Flying Swords from his sword pouch, as multiple arms sprouted from his rib cage.

"The Sword Intent I seek to grasp transcends Nine Nether—it is the Seven-Colored Phosphorescent Light."

"Draw your sword!!!"

Elder Wuxin let out a soul-stirring roar, his strike frequency intensifying like a storm, which Li Mo parried using thirteen pairs of arms.

Ding ding ding ding.

The collision of sword blades was incessant.

Elder Wuxin refrained from using Spiritual Power, while Li Mo relied solely on pure swordsmanship to parry, showcasing a mastery of Sword Dao that left onlookers breathless.

Daoist Bai Shuo inhaled sharply. When Li Mo had just begun his sword strikes, Bai Shuo could still barely keep up; now, his naked eye could no longer follow.

Furthermore, he sensed that Li Mo in the next moment was even stronger than the moment before.

Li Mo's consciousness fell into a trance.

He seemed to be transported back to the depths of the Outer Heaven Meteorite Crater, where dazzling Seven-Colored Phosphorescent Light flickered before him—an object from the Immortal Realm.

His brain, endowed with Buddha Spirit Root, actively communicated with external spiritual energy.

A Seven-Colored Halo emerged behind him.

A sudden transformation overtook Li Mo's Sword Intent, radiating an enchanting brilliance.

His mind immersed deeply in the rebirth of his Sword Intent, while his body, driven solely by instinct, blocked Elder Wuxin's sword strikes with increasing ease.

The sword cultivators around Juxin Temple were at a loss for words, even losing track of time.

Beyond the grotesque mutation of his flesh and bones, Li Mo's physique gradually reached an apex.

He observed himself from a detached and omniscient perspective, reveling in the baptism provided by the Sword Dao.

Clack.

New patterns emerged on the surface of the sword pouch, forming Lower Sword Intent[Universal Illumination]marks, while numerous Yang Attribute Flying Swords swirled around, attempting replication.

Soon, Mid-level Sword Intent[Bright Day]manifested above Universal Illumination Sword Intent.

Following that was Superior Sword Intent[Sun].

This represented the Sword Dao that Li Mo had encountered throughout his journey, allowing the Yang Attribute Flying Swords birthed by the sword pouch to later replicate these Sword Intents for personal use.

The passage of time was uncertain.

When the Sun Sword Mark was completed, a peculiar, seven-colored pattern condensed on its left, entwined deeply with the Sword Intent.

Li Mo fixed his gaze on the developing design as information about the new Sword Intent poured into his mind.

"Superior Branch Sword Intent[Ghostly Light]."

As a derivative of Sun Sword Intent, the Ghostly Light Sword Intent symbolized Li Mo's unique insight into Sun Sword Intent. Thus, their sword marks were interlinked.

Li Mo faintly sensed that Superior Sword Intent was far from the ultimate boundary of the Sword Dao.

If Sun Sword Intent aimed to leap beyond the realm of Superior Sword Intent, perhaps it required more branch Sword Intents. After all, the Sword Dao was inherently a path toward Immortality.

The Sunlight Dharma Body's treasure bottle underwent changes.

The bottle's disordered patterns now aligned into two suns—a pristine sun in the center, flanked by Ghostly Light Sun to the left.

The name of the Dharma Body Artifact was now accordingly adjusted.

[Sun Treasure Bottle]

"One technique mastered, all techniques interconnected."

Li Mo gazed upon the Sun Treasure Bottle, suddenly gaining enlightenment in Refining Device Spiritual Patterns, signaling that the resonance of Superior Sword Intent was nearing the remnants of Heavenly Dao.

No one could have anticipated it.

Li Mo's consciousness delved into Sword Intent while his body simultaneously clashed with Elder Wuxin in the sword duel.

The overwhelming commotion showed no signs of subsiding as Elder Wuxin repeatedly muttered "Chunyangzi" like a dying elder leaving instructions for future generations.

As a streak of light appeared over the horizon.

Elder Wuxin instinctively retracted his swords, his body collapsing heavily onto the front of the main hall, his spirit hovering at the edge of delirium.

Unknowingly, six hours had already passed.

Li Mo, belatedly realizing, regained his awareness as a gentle Qingfeng brushed his face.

The Sun Star returned to its rightful place in his eye socket, its pupil still resembling a burning miniature sun, now surrounded by a Seven-Colored Halo.

Li Mo's body exhibited evident signs of mutation.

"What a pity."

The Fire Room sighed.

With Li Mo sustaining such severe injuries, it would take two to three centuries of recovery, or he might suffer foundational damage.

The other sword cultivators displayed varied expressions, all curious about how Li Mo would handle the situation.

Li Mo remained calm and composed.

His foundation was robust beyond measure, immune to short-term destruction unless his Taoist Body or Nascent Soul was harmed; otherwise, it posed no issue.

Even though Li Mo was uncertain, he exercised caution by refraining from attempting Kou Xian Sect's Five Passes again, relying solely on Elder Wuxin's relentless attacks to forcefully comprehend the Ghostly Light Sword Intent.

With a mere shift in thought, he poured corpse wine to suppress his mutation into the Melting Furnace.

Da Ai Mi Tian steered cancer cells to reshape his flesh and bones, with Spiritual Power flowing smoothly through his blood vessels and meridians, not sparing Innate Essence.

Under the gaze of numerous sword cultivators, though he had just appeared on the verge of Deviation moments ago, his body visibly began to recover at a stunning pace.

Li Mo surveyed the area and descended, simultaneously connecting to the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Infant.

"White light absorbs the Sun and Moon, purple energy aligns with constellations."

The roaming sword qi in the clouds eagerly rushed toward Li Mo, nestling into the sword pouch like swallows returning to their nests, helping the Ten Thousand Transformation Sword Infant break its bottleneck.

Not only did it advance to Corpse Infant Stage, but his cultivation also made significant progress toward Nascent Soul Stage.

As Li Mo's feet touched the ground, Daoist Ye Zhuo emerged obsequiously from a corner, while other sword cultivators cast him complex and indescribable gazes.

"Senior Brother, as expected of the Thirteen Immortals. You passed Five Passes without breaking a sweat; surely you will reach the level of Land Immortals and Upper Cultivation in the future."

Li Mo ignored Daoist Ye Zhuo, striding directly to Elder Wuxin to pay his respects.

Regardless of Elder Wuxin's state of mind, he was entitled to respect as a mentor and ancestor of the sect.

"Disciple thanks Elder for the guidance."

Elder Wuxin lifted his head, his hollow eyes scanning the sword cultivators.

"Kou Xian Sect has twenty-eight passers of the First Pass, inheriting Taiyi True Immortal Sword Body Technique."

As he spoke, large-brained inheritances were distributed, which merely required Divine Sense contact to unlock the magic contained within.

"Two passed the Second Pass."

To their surprise, apart from Daoist Bai Shuo, who appeared regretful, Daoist Ye Zhuo also received a Second Pass inheritance brain.

"One passed the Third Pass."

The Fire Room accepted the Third Pass inheritance brain, still unsure of what it meant.

"Ye Zhuo, how did you pass the Second Pass?"

"Hehehe."

Daoist Ye Zhuo chuckled evilly, boasting, "With Senior Brother's brilliance as my inspiration, I thought to try passing the Second Pass of Kou Xian Sect."

"Surprisingly, luck was with me."

While everyone was distracted by Li Mo's exploits, Ye Zhuo exploited the opportunity to meddle in Kou Xian Sect.

At the time, Ye Zhuo notified Elder Wuxin but was ignored, so he chose to hide, waiting for the duration to expire.

Ye Zhuo wore a smug expression. "Ah, I was still too cautious—afraid of losing control due to mutation. Had I known, I should have tried passing the Third Pass."

Daoist Bai Shuo took a deep breath, suppressing his fury. "Taiyi Fellow Daoist, today we owe our lives to your actions. Should you ever require my assistance in the future, I will not hesitate."

"Beware of Ye Zhuo; his reputation in Purple Sun Palace is extremely poor."

"Your mother."

Ye Zhuo cursed, knowing full well he was no match for Bai Shuo, resorting only to verbal jabs.

The Fire Room nodded and said, "Taiyi, under any circumstance, I owe you a favor."

The other sword cultivators softly echoed sentiments of gratitude, though they bore no real intentions to repay, merely seeking to curry favor with Li Mo, whose Immortal Path held infinite possibilities.

Li Mo received the Five Pass inheritance brain with a smile, responding to each of them.