Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Before long, Chen Tian had erected a brand-new iron shed within the Spirit Beast Garden.

With a flick of his finger, the iron furnace instantly roared to life with a blazing fire, a terrifying heat radiating outwards, causing Chen Tian's face to flush red.

However, Chen Tian's expression remained unchanged. With a flip of his hand, a piece of dark iron crystal appeared in his grasp.

However, Chen Tian showed no sign of panic. He formed a hand seal and shot a stream of spiritual light into the raging flames.

Instantly, the previously unruly flames became as docile as a kitten, retreating back into the iron furnace, enveloping the dark iron crystal, and slowly beginning to melt it.

Before long, the dark iron crystal gradually softened under the intense heat.

Seeing this, Chen Tian waved his hand, and the red-hot dark iron crystal immediately flew out of the furnace and landed on a stone platform.

At this moment, a heavy hammer suddenly appeared in Chen Tian's right hand. With a focused gaze, he walked to the stone platform and began hammering away, strike after strike.

"Ding, ding, clang, clang..."

Accompanied by the melodious and crisp sound of hammering iron, Chen Tian once again entered that wondrous state of selflessness.

Who could have imagined that within this dilapidated sect, there was someone comprehending the凝海 (Ning Hai) realm?

And who could have guessed that after hundreds of years of reincarnation, someone had returned to the starting point of their cultivation?

The various causes and conditions in the world are like being connected by invisible ropes. The wider the road you travel, the more bridges you cross, the denser the ropes that bind you become.

Dense and interwoven, if these ropes were visible, you would see a tangled mess of threads behind everyone.

However, what cultivators strive for is a pure self, a process of defying the heavens to become immortals.

Cultivators fight against the heavens and contend with the earth, so the ropes entangling them will be even denser and more chaotic than those of ordinary people.

Especially for cultivators who have reached the Transformation Spring realm or higher, the karmic debts they bear are already countless.

If left unchecked, these ropes will turn into a spider web, enveloping them and slowly digesting them.

And this is why some Transformation Spring realm cultivators can never break through to the凝海 (Ning Hai) realm.

After all, at the end of these ropes, controlling them is not a mortal, but the Heavenly Dao!

To put it more vividly, the Heavenly Dao is like a hungry spider, casting a wide web, enveloping all cultivators.

If you can break free, you will naturally transform and be reborn, your realm advancing by leaps and bounds.

But if you cannot break free, or never even notice the web enveloping you, your ultimate fate will be to die in ignorance, even your body will be devoured by the Heavenly Dao.

Although cultivators have always been defying the heavens to cultivate.

But who knows that while they are fighting against the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao is also watching them intently, waiting for them to reveal a flaw, and then, like a fierce tiger, biting down on their neck from behind, dragging them into the endless abyss of darkness.

Furthermore, some have even claimed that the so-called inner demons are not a branch of the demon race, but hunting dogs raised by the Heavenly Dao.

They are the fangs of the Heavenly Dao, deliberately possessing cultivators, disrupting their minds, and then, when they go mad and reveal weaknesses, the Heavenly Dao bites them to death.

Although some of these claims may be exaggerated or even unfounded, it cannot be denied that cultivators, while defying the heavens to cultivate and gain immense power, are also threatened by a hidden force.

And the source of this threat is very likely the Heavenly Dao.

Although until now, people do not understand why the Heavenly Dao does this, those with deep knowledge can still formulate a set of solutions based on the experience passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Even if these methods cannot guarantee one hundred percent effectiveness, they can greatly increase the chances of breaking through to the凝海 (Ning Hai) realm.

However, these methods are also extremely precious and are controlled by those ancient and powerful sects. Ordinary cultivators have no chance to access them.

And the consequence of this is that the strength of those major sects will become even more formidable, while the smaller sects will decline and even perish in the rolling river of history because they cannot produce anyone who has reached the凝海 (Ning Hai) realm for a long time.

No wonder some people joke that all the small sects will eventually perish, and all the resources in the cultivation world will be controlled by a few ultra-large cultivation sects.

Facts have proven that this is not alarmist or unfounded. The current cultivation world is facing such a situation.

The Cultivation Alliance and the Frozen Demonic Domain, as leaders in the immortal and demonic paths, are gradually annexing other small sects and factions, expanding at an almost frantic pace.

At the same time, there are deep-seated conflicts of interest between the two, and a full-scale war could break out at any time.

Therefore, no one can predict what the future of the cultivation world will be like.

However, Chen Tian did not care about these things. After all, the most important thing in front of him was to break through to the凝海 (Ning Hai) realm.

Only by improving his own strength can he stand invincible in this chaotic world.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and hammered away at the iron block in his hand.

Before long, pieces of magical treasures and flying swords with various shapes were transformed in his hands.

At this time, a magical scene appeared.

The moment these magical treasures were born, an invisible force emanated from within, severing a rope缠绕 (chan rao) around Chen Tian, and then the radiance on them dissipated, turning into scrap iron.

And those severed ropes did not dissipate, but flew upwards, merging into a huge red line.

This red line had been suspended above Chen Tian's head since he began his mortal transformation.

And as Chen Tian's time as a mortal increased, its volume also continued to grow, until at this time, it was already several zhang wide and thousands of zhang long, extending into the sky as if there was no end in sight!