At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

A loud bang sounded in the air as if the world was created, and the thunder and lightning dispersed.

The sword light then streaked towards the sky. Where the sword light dissipated, the void instantly twisted and deformed, and a crack appeared.

In the crack, a mysterious light can be seen faintly, as if it leads to another world, and the violent suction overflowing from it emits a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the air above the mountainside. After looking back at the bright lights on the top of the mountain, he slowly raised his head and walked towards the crack step by step.

With every step he took, the space beneath his feet seemed to ripple, and his figure gradually became illusory.

"It's the leader!!" Facing that gaze, Suluzhi shouted excitedly:
"Our leader has become an immortal!"

"It's really my uncle!" Chen Jiner's plump and bright face instantly showed surprise.

But then, as if she had thought of something, her smile suddenly froze, her bare hands tightly grasped the railing under the eaves, her eyes fixed on the figure, and she murmured:

"He's leaving..."

At this moment, the people around had obviously realized this. Han Xiaoying, Yan Huaixi, Bao Xiruo and others began to become panic-stricken.

distance--

Niu Dingtian stepped into the air and arrived in front of the crack. He closed his eyes. He could clearly feel the violent suction surging from it and the powerful repulsion of this world towards him.

"Once you step in, not only will you be dead or alive, but you may never be able to return..."

Niu Dingtian muttered to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little understanding of the person lurking in the back mountain of Shaolin.

Outside the void, the turbulence was too violent. Standing here, he also felt palpitations. Taking a step in would be tantamount to committing suicide.

But he had a feeling that if he stayed there, this world would be struck by thunder at any time and he would never stop fighting to the death.

"As long as the power is strong enough, what does the thunder do? What does the turbulence of the void do?"

Thinking of the group of people behind him and the wedding he still owed to several women, Niu Dingtian sighed softly and decided to stay for some time.

At least, we should first clean up some people, one by one, including the innate strong ones. Before the innate one is born on our side, there should be no more powerful people in this world.

Niu Dingtian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as deep as the abyss flickered slightly. He gently raised his right hand, condensed an inexplicable power, and stretched it towards the crack in front of him.

The crack slowly closed, the night quickly receded like a black tide, and the lightning and thunder gradually dissipated.

Jiugong Mountain returned to its tranquility, and the autumn rain continued as usual, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

"wait me back!!"

A loud voice reached the top of the mountain, and everyone woke up instantly. When they looked up again, Niu Dingtian's figure had disappeared.

Shaoshi Mountain, deep in Bodhidharma Cave

The darkness was like thick ink, seemingly having a tangible power, permeating every inch of space, and it was so quiet that it was heart-pounding.

"Variables..."

A murmur suddenly sounded.

As the silence was broken by the sound, a ray of golden light appeared in the vast darkness, becoming brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the scene in the cave.

Next to a dried-up spring, an old monk sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body filled with the aura of decay.

Feeling a powerful aura approaching rapidly from a distant place, the old monk slowly opened his eyes as deep as the abyss.

"Amitabha--"

Amidst a burst of Buddhist chanting, the old monk's decayed aura dissipated, and it seemed as if there was a scorching sun burning behind him.

He looked towards the cave entrance and sighed slowly, "When a man has not seen you for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes. You are indeed a man of great fortune."

"Were you the one who caused trouble in the Sutra Library that year?"

A figure suddenly became real and appeared out of thin air in the cave. Niu Dingtian stared at the old monk under the stone wall with burning eyes and asked slowly.

The old monk smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "Young Master, you have practiced my skills. I was wrong. I thought you were a lucky moth and would fly to me when your Arhat Demon Subduing Skill was perfected. I didn't expect something unexpected to happen."

"If you say that, it's my fault." Niu Dingtian whispered.

"Back then, the Arhat Subduing Demon Technique repeatedly produced strange things. It turned out that you, old ghost, had used some tricks. In this case, I should send you to heaven."

In the past few years, he had been puzzled by the problem of his martial arts, and originally thought that there might be something wrong with his practice. Later, after drinking the spiritual spring water in Taoyuan, he achieved perfection and no longer worried about it.

But during this retreat, when he broke through the heavenly realm, he discovered that there was something fishy about his technique itself. It turned out that someone had tampered with it.

"Everything has cause and effect." The old monk shook his head and smiled softly.

"Back then, I simply wrote the technique on a scroll and left it in my secluded place, waiting for someone with a predestined relationship. Later, it was obtained by a visiting eunuch, and I didn't expect it to end up in your hands."

Eunuch?
Could it be him...

Niu Dingtian's eyes flickered slightly, and he instantly thought of the Sunflower Ancestor who had a male body and a female appearance.

After all, the scroll came from Qu Lingfeng’s secret room, and the treasures inside all belonged to the palace.

Then the only eunuch in the palace who was qualified to visit the old monk at that time was a master like Patriarch Kuihua.

"In fact, there is no grudge between me and you that is difficult to resolve."

The old monk said softly, "If you are willing to let go of your grudges, we can sit down and discuss the truth, and together explore the path to immortality in the world."

"Longevity..."

Niu Dingtian seemed to be thinking about something. He looked around and finally landed on a shriveled corpse by the wall. He said, "So, this is your way to immortality?" He paused and said in surprise:

"Just sucked it?"

He noticed something was wrong with the corpse. There was still moisture on the skin, unlike an old mummy.

"His name is Juezhen, and he is the abbot of this Shaolin Temple." The old monk said with a smile.

"There is another junior fellow disciple named Juexing. He went to Xiangyang two years ago and never came back. I think he met with an accident. Young Master should know him."

Niu Dingtian remained silent and said nothing more.

Seeing this, the old monk's deep eyes showed a trace of surprise, and he asked, "Sir, have you felt compassion?"

"The scene of me going up the mountain five years ago seems to be still vivid in my mind, but I never expected that he would end up like this." Niu Dingtian whispered.

After a pause, he suddenly looked at her intently and said, "Actually, I'm quite curious about your previous identity. How could you have stolen the Shaolin Temple and created Buddhist martial arts?"

The old monk smiled and shook his head, and said softly: "Young Master, you have asked enough questions. You need to answer two questions, and I will tell you everything I know."

"explain."

Niu Dingtian said lightly.

The old monk pointed to the dried-up spring in front of him, looked at Niu Dingtian, and asked with eagerness in his deep eyes:

"Have you ever drunk the spiritual spring water?"

"Yes."

Niu Dingtian did not hide anything. If his guess was correct, the old ghost already had a guess.

"How did you forge the swords and sabers that you made before?" The old monk thought for a moment and asked again.

He also knew that it was useless to ask about the whereabouts of the spiritual spring water, so he settled for the next best thing.

"Pour it in blood."

Niu Dingtian answered truthfully.

"It is indeed so!" The old monk sighed, "Energy is the source of all things. If there is still spiritual water, there will be no shortage of immortals in this world. Brother really didn't lie to me back then."

"Senior brother?"

Niu Dingtian stared at the old monk.

"Buddha is the Tao."

The old monk smiled and said, "Five years ago, when you finally escaped from Shaolin Temple, the Qinggong you used was created by my senior brother."

"Is your senior brother Xiaoyaozi?" Niu Dingtian raised his eyebrows, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

His eyes fell on the shrunken corpse. He was startled and asked calmly, "Is Xiaoyaozi still alive?"

"Of course he's alive, but he should no longer be in this world." A hint of nostalgia flashed across the old monk's eyes, and he sighed softly:
"Some people's immortality is achieved through untold hardships, while some people's immortality is destined from birth."

"My brother was born in the Eternal Spring Valley. Although he and I were both enlightened by our master, he was destined to become an immortal. I have worked hard for two hundred years and am still struggling for immortality."

"What's the point of living forever?" Niu Dingtian suddenly said, "A person without family affection or love is like a mouse hiding in a cave all year round. If I were you, I would rather end my life."

"Oh?" The old monk's eyes flashed with surprise, and he chuckled, "So, this is your choice?"

Niu Dingtian said in a slightly cold tone, "You covet my power, just like I also covet your power now. I also want to know how strong I will become after refining your power."

"Young Master, you are indeed a man of wisdom." The old monk said with some envy in his eyes: "You are lucky, and so is my brother. As long as I absorb you, I can go and follow in my brother's footsteps."

"How dare a mouse that fears the heavens say that?" Niu Dingtian sneered, "I heard that you were injured by a half-step heavenly being back then."

The old monk's smile faded, he stared at Niu Dingtian and said slowly: "Is it possible that you are too confident?"

Niu Dingtian said calmly: "You are stronger than I thought, but that's all. You are too old, and you have fear in your heart and jealousy towards Xiaoyaozi. An old ghost who is not even a match for a half-step celestial being is not worth my attention."

The old monk looked slightly cold and said indifferently: "I hope your hands are harder than your mouth."

The words have not yet fallen.

Niu Dingtian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the entire cave was instantly filled with dazzling golden light, extremely hot.

Swah——

In an instant.

A snow-white cold air surged out from Niu Dingtian's body, instantly corroding the golden light and freezing half of the Bodhidharma Cave into a world of ice and snow.

There was a clear boundary between Niu Dingtian and the old monk, one was hot and the other was cold. One side was rolling with heat waves and shining with golden light, while the other side was freezing cold and filled with extremely cold air.

"Huh?" The old monk's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said in amazement: "Such a pure cold energy, even purer than the Six Yang Divine Art that I practiced back then."

"Liu Yang..." Niu Dingtian whispered, the coldness around his body did not diminish, and a white light burst out, which was in a stalemate with the golden light pressing from the front.

Both of them were testing each other's skills.

The old monk chuckled, as if he felt that Niu Dingtian was puzzled, and said, "Six is ​​the old yin, and extreme yin gives birth to yang, so it is also called the Yin-Yang Divine Art. It was created by this poor monk in the past, and it is not inferior to the art created by my senior brother."

Niu Dingtian remained silent, his expression remained the same. He was just thinking about the martial arts he had heard from Ouyang Ke that year.

"Do you have a reverse pulse?" Niu Dingtian stared at the old monk, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.

The next moment, he raised his hand and pushed forward, and an endless white light suddenly emerged from his body, as if he had turned into a blazing sun, instantly radiating light. (End of this chapter)