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An Immortal? An Immortal who lives forever, eternally undying!?

Immortal Daoxuan frowned; his initial reaction was disbelief.

In this world, there were not supposed to be any immortals. Yet, since the Primordial Age, humans had witnessed all manner of strange phenomena around them. The flash of lightning and the roar of thunder, along with natural disasters and man-made calamities, caused innumerable injuries and deaths, widespread misery. These events were surely not the work of human hands, nor could they be resisted by human strength. Thus, they believed that above the nine heavens were all kinds of Divine Spirits, and below, in the dark depths, lay the resting place of souls—the halls of Yan. Hence, the talk of immortals was passed down through the world.

Since ancient times, all mortals were fated to die. People despise death and love life. Further spurred by tales of the Underworld's Yan, which added shades of bitterness and dread, they thus conceived the belief in eternal life. In comparison to other living beings and species, humans might be at a physical disadvantage, yet the claim that they were the most intelligent of all creatures was no idle boast. Driven by the pursuit of eternal life, generation after generation of brilliant individuals devoted their entire lives to diligent study.

To this day, although true immortality remains elusive, some cultivators who practiced truth and refined Daoist ways have penetrated the mysteries of Nature. With mortal bodies, they wielded formidable power. Through various secret treasures and Magic Artifacts, they could shake the heavens and earth with the might of thunderbolts. Immortal Daoxuan, as the Sect Leader of the righteous Qingyun Gate, was profound in Daoist magic and unfathomable, arguably one of the most powerful cultivators in the world. Although he sought the way of the immortals and pursued great strength, he had never seen a real immortal who was eternally young and undying.

The universe is not benevolent; it treats all beings as disposable dogs! Even the Qingyun Gate's eleventh-generation ancestor—Ancient Ancestor Qingye—with his astounding talent and unparalleled excellence, who led his peers and was unmatched in his era, only lived to be seven hundred and fifty. This was already considered a great age for cultivators.

"An immortal who lives forever and never ages? Who is he? Which sect does he belong to?" Daoxuan asked indifferently.

He suspected this was very likely a trick orchestrated by some hostile force. Lin Jingyu had already been with Qingyun Gate for nearly ten years, and his Cultivation Level was respectable among the younger generation. He was no longer an uninformed mortal. In the eyes of mortals, cultivators like them were immortals. But these cultivators knew very well that there was a vast difference between themselves and the immortals of legend who lived forever and were truly undying. Indeed, whether such immortals even existed was debatable. After all, Immortal Daoxuan had lived for several centuries, and Qingyun Gate had been established for thousands of years, yet no truly immortal being had ever been heard of. For Lin Jingyu to speak such words, the other party must possess considerable abilities.

Could it be someone from the Demon Sect? Or from the other two major righteous sects?

Among the righteous sects, Qingyun Gate, Tianyin Temple, and Incense Valley stand as the three main pillars and leaders. They maintain an acceptable relationship but also compete secretly. It's not impossible for them to act against Qingyun Gate.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, the immortal I speak of is the God of Hongmeng!" Lin Jingyu took a deep breath, raised his head, and spoke unhurriedly and with dignity, "The God of Hongmeng is a true Immortal True God, omnipotent and omniscient, supreme and eternal, unchanging as one."

Immortal Daoxuan's expression darkened. If he had harbored any doubts before that someone was orchestrating a trick, he was now certain of it. Almost certainly the Demon Sect. A chill flashed in his profound eyes. They have some nerve, extending their reach into the inner circles of Qingyun Gate!

Since Ancient Ancestor Qingye, Qingyun Gate's reputation had spread far and wide. Its Divine Sword Thunder Control Real Jue, imbued with the power of thunderbolts, was unparalleled, terrifying both gods and demons. The sect's treasure, the Jade Dynasty Sword, even held the power to slay immortals and destroy gods, intimidating both the righteous and demonic paths. He, Daoxuan, might not be as formidable as Ancient Ancestor Qingye, but did they truly believe he couldn't wield his sword?

"Junior Brother Lin, who told you all this? In front of the Sect Leader, you must not speak nonsense!" Xiao Yicai, seeing Immortal Daoxuan's face turn colder and the atmosphere in the hall growing more oppressive, quickly reminded him.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother Xiao, I know how unbelievable this may sound, but I have here a scripture transmitted by the God of Hongmeng. By reciting it once, you will ascertain whether the God of Hongmeng is real or not," Lin Jingyu said. He was not panicked. He knew that on his word alone, neither Immortal Daoxuan nor anyone else would believe him. But he had evidence. He took out the handwritten copy of the "Meditation Method" and held it out with both hands, saying, "If the Sect Leader recites this once and finds my words false, I am willing to accept punishment!"

His voice was firm and his gaze steady, without the slightest hint of guilt. Immortal Daoxuan's stern and sharp gaze locked onto Lin Jingyu, but he remained silent. The atmosphere in the hall grew even more oppressive. Xiao Yicai bowed his head, his back already drenched in cold sweat. He held his breath, daring not to speak. Lin Jingyu, still under Immortal Daoxuan's intense scrutiny, felt immense pressure. Yet he defiantly met the gaze, undaunted.

"Do you understand that if what you say is false, even if you have exceptional talent and are Junior Brother Cang Song's disciple, you will still be punished?" Immortal Daoxuan reminded him at last.

"This disciple understands." Lin Jingyu showed no sign of retreat.

Immortal Daoxuan said no more. Raising his right hand, the "Meditation Method" Lin Jingyu was holding was lifted by an invisible force and fell into his palm. After a glance, Immortal Daoxuan's brow furrowed even more deeply. Isn't this just an ordinary prayer? One could take a trip into any mortal town and hear such things eight or ten times a day.

"Sect Leader, although this method seems unremarkable at first glance, the God of Hongmeng is a supreme True God. Just by reciting it once, there must be a response!" Lin Jingyu insisted.

Immortal Daoxuan remained skeptical but, after a long silence, decided to give it a try. Firstly, to completely dash Lin Jingyu's hopes. Secondly, he also wanted to see if there truly was some mystery he had failed to perceive. He wanted to see what kind of trick the enemy was attempting. He didn't believe a scripture could affect him just by reciting it once. Although Daoist arts in this world required incantations, perhaps some were hidden within this text. However, he was confident in his own strength.

"Open Up Chaos…" Immortal Daoxuan began reciting, his tone indifferent.

Lin Jingyu and Xiao Yicai remained silent, the great hall filled only with Immortal Daoxuan's calm, echoing voice. When he began reciting, Immortal Daoxuan found nothing special about the "Meditation Method." As he continued, he treated it merely as a task—a task to prove Lin Jingyu wrong and expose the conspiracy.

But as the recitation deepened, Immortal Daoxuan's expression became grave. Because he felt as if he had established a connection with an indescribably great existence.

BOOM.

As the last word fell, his consciousness roared. It was as if the heavens were opening and the earth sundering, the universe collapsing, as he arrived in a gray, hazy world. Here, Chaos Qi surged. It was boundless and immeasurable. There was no time or space, no sun, moon, or stars, no living beings. Only an immense, unfathomable great existence stood at the center of Chaos. Dense Dao rhythm permeated the air, and purple Qi swirled around him. With his breath, entire universes were born, evolved, and met their destruction. With every sway of his hair, galaxies danced, flowed, and faded into oblivion. He seemed like the eternal Universal Laws, the progenitor of the universe and all things. Merely seeing him was like seeing the Path itself.

Is this the God of Hongmeng? Immortal Daoxuan's body trembled, his eyes wide. His usually tranquil heart experienced an unprecedented shock. His soul shivered, and a wave of infinite reverence and fear washed over him. He wanted to say this was fake, that all of this was an illusion, a mere trick of sorcery. But his instincts, his trembling body, his shivering soul… everything told him this was real. He couldn't help but instinctively kneel to the ground. A sense of submission arose within him.

In that moment, he finally believed Lin Jingyu's words. There truly were eternal and immortal Divine Spirits in this world—eternal as one, supreme, undying and indestructible, unaging and undiminishing.

As he reeled internally from the shock, the God of Hongmeng suddenly cast a glance downward. He looked at him. That single glance was like the primordial axe that sundered Chaos to create the heavens and earth; it cleaved into his body, into his very soul. His Primordial Spirit flickered violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. For in that fleeting glance, he had witnessed countless universes and dimensions of spacetime. He had seen the past, present, and future of all these universes. He had beheld the Lord of Dao, a being that permeated all these universes and all of spacetime.

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