Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Above the firmament, a large hole was torn open.

From within this hole, two hands reached out.

These two hands gripped the edges, tearing the hole even wider.

Xu Ming raised his head and once again saw a magnificent, golden palace.

Xu Ming had seen this palace before, and more than just once.

Xu Ming had originally thought this was merely an anomaly caused by some reason.

But now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

And this time, Xu Ming was going to look even more closely!

Ninety thousand steps of white jade stairs shimmered in and out of sight within the sea of clouds, each step engraved with the trajectories of the celestial bodies. To the east, the cloud layer split open, revealing ten thousand feet of radiant light, as the Xuanwu divine beast exhaled and inhaled the vast ocean. The divination symbols floating on its carapace transformed the waters of the Milky Way into sweet dew, sprinkling it upon the double-eaved palace roof paved with eight-treasure glazed tiles.

There was a palace with twelve coiling dragon golden pillars piercing straight through the dome. Every dragon scale was inlaid with Kunlun jade marrow, and the dragon eyes were made of ten-thousand-year-old pearl oysters. Fine silk gauze brushed the ground, startling the golden-threaded Chi Wens sleeping in the jade bricks. These palm-sized divine beast cubs immediately transformed into streaks of light and gave chase.

Passing through thirty-six moon gates carved with a hundred flowers greeting the phoenix, suddenly a clear and melodious phoenix cry fell from the clouds. A green luan spread its flowing light tail feathers across the water's surface, each dewdrop shaken from its feathers blossoming into a crystal lotus in mid-air.

"Xiao Mo Chi! You are audacious!"

Above the firmament, an old man's voice resounded.

Immediately following, the Dharmic Images of eight elders appeared in the firmament.

These eight elders surrounded Xiao Mo Chi from eight directions, their eyes filled with anger and incomprehension.

They couldn't comprehend how such a young cultivator could appear in the lower realm prison. To enter the Ascension Realm before the age of fifty!

Even in the ancient times, when spiritual energy was abundant, this was an extremely exaggerated matter!

Xiao Mo Chi stood at the edge of the cliff, his blue robe torn and fluttering in the strong wind.

He gazed at the eight mountain-like illusory figures floating in the sea of clouds, his fingers gently caressing the Shangfang Sword at his waist, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his expression carrying a sense of "course of things" and a calmness of facing death:

"In the end, you celestials have come after all."

"Xiao Mo Chi, what you have done is intolerable to the Heavenly Dao, but seeing your virtue and talent, you are qualified to ascend to Heaven and receive rewards. Are you willing!"

A golden-bearded elder spoke to Xiao Mo Chi, his voice echoing between heaven and earth, clearly audible for tens of thousands of miles.

"Receive rewards? Hahaha..." Xiao Mo Chi was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "I wonder what qualifications you all have to reward me! Could it be that you filthy fellows can also replace the Heavenly Dao?"

"Xiao Mo Chi, don't be ungrateful! We are the Heavenly Dao!" Another illusory figure shouted.

"Oh? Is that so?" Xiao Mo Chi took a step forward. If that was the case, then let's try it!

The scholar took a step forward, his majestic aura scattering for thousands of miles, as if the laws of the Confucian sages were echoing between heaven and earth!

The scholar then untied his hairband, letting his three thousand strands of black hair dance wildly in the wind.

From his bosom, Xiao Mo Chi took out a writing brush and inkstone.

Unlike ordinary people.

Ordinary people only have one natal magic treasure, and only have enough energy to refine one.

But Xiao Mo Chi was different.

Xiao Mo Chi had two!

A book.

A set of writing brush and inkstone.

He dipped the brush in the red cinnabar in the inkstone, and with a stroke of the brush, he wrote the character "Benevolence" in the air, and instantly a green light soared into the sky.

Those extracted spiritual energies suddenly rolled back, transforming into seventy-two illusory figures holding bamboo slips, precisely the righteous aura left in the world by the virtuous Confucian scholars of past generations.

"You seek death!"

A thunderous sound shattered several mountains within the territory of the Wu Kingdom, and the leading golden-armored elder stepped on a black tortoise, waving a command flag in his hand.

Countless stars actually appeared in broad daylight.

The other seven Dharmic Images each occupied a position, some riding green luans, some driving fire dragons, extracting the spiritual energy within a hundred miles into a vacuum.

"The use of rites is to value harmony."

Xiao Mo Chi's voice was clear and melodious, as he moved his brush with the grace of a dragon and snake.

The chapter from the Book of Rites transformed into golden chains, binding the fire phoenix that pounced first. The divine bird condensed from the Southern Bright Fire let out a miserable wail, and every tail feather lost its ferocity under the constraints of the rites, eventually transforming into a sky full of flowing fireflies.

"Suppress!"

The cultivator riding a tiger roared angrily, and the bronze chime in his hand emitted a soul-destroying immortal sound.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the mountains and rocks disintegrated into powder, and even the space showed spider web-like cracks, with faint blue fissures appearing.

However, Xiao Mo Chi was not hurried, using his brush to outline the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu, and the elegant music of the ancestral temple sacrifice actually transformed the sound of killing into a soft spring rain.

When Xiao Mo Chi wrote "Music is the harmony of heaven and earth", the chime was already covered with moss, and clusters of white plum blossoms bloomed on the bell hammer.

"A Confucian Sage!"

The celestials finally changed color, and these two words emerged in their hearts!

For all Qi Refiners in the world, there is nothing more than Qi Entry, Mind Enlightenment, Furnace Burning, Qi Refining, Furnace Building, Cave Mansion, Sea Gazing, Dragon Gate, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Jade Perfection, Immortal, and Ascension.

The highest cultivator in the world is Ascension.

Above Ascension, there are two legendary lost realms.

These two lost realms have no names.

Because every great path has its own unique name.

"Confucian Sage" is the realm above the Ascension Realm for Confucian cultivators!

How many years has it been?

There hasn't been such a cultivator.

How many years has it been?

A genius has actually appeared!

A Confucian Sage under the age of fifty!

If he does not enter the Heavenly Court.

Then he cannot live!

He must die!

Above the firmament, the eight Dharmic Images simultaneously formed seals, and the Big Dipper Seven Stars were actually torn from the mortal world, transforming into seven ice-cold immortal swords.

Finally, the old Daoist who had always kept his eyes closed opened his double pupils, the long river of time flowing within his pupils, and every silver thread on the whisk in his hand was entwined with karma.

The old man spoke, his voice like a resounding bell: "Is the gentleman willing to try the sword?"

Xiao Mo Chi smiled indifferently and bowed in salute: "Xiao Mou will accompany you."

The seven immortal swords condensed from the stars stabbed towards Xiao Mo Chi.

The scholar bit his fingertip, and when the blood bead merged into the cinnabar, the scholar wrote the character "Mountain".

In an instant, the entire mountain smashed towards the firmament.

At the same time, those wooden tablets recording the great righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Annals spliced together in the air, forming a giant sword spanning the heavens and the earth. The four ancient seal characters "Upright Brush Slaying Evil" on the sword body shone like the scorching sun, splitting the seven star longswords that were slashing over into two pieces.

The old Daoist's whisk suddenly swelled, and the silver threads pierced through the void, entangling Xiao Mo Chi's ankles.

In an instant, Xiao Mo Chi saw the scenes of his ten reincarnations.

There was a loyal minister who slammed into a pillar in front of the palace to remonstrate to the death.

There was a commoner sage who taught hundreds of clans in the wilderness.

There was a white-robed gentleman who played the zither on the city wall to repel the enemy.

Every life flickered on the silver threads, trying to drag his divine soul into the vortex of reincarnation.

Until the last life, there was a man wearing a blue robe, and at the last moment of his life, the corner of his mouth overflowing with blood curved up, smiling as he looked at Xiao Mo Chi. He stretched out his hand and gently touched Xiao Mo Chi's brow with that blood-stained finger:

"Mo Chi, this is the world."

"Sheng Han..."

Xiao Mo Chi looked up at the sky, looked at the eight Immortal Dharmic Images, and whispered to himself.

"This world, I'll try to change it a bit!"