I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Chapter 336: The Indestructible Body_2

The tribal chief came to his senses and dropped to the ground with a thud, “I pay homage to my god!”

Seeing this, the monkey tribe outside also felt that the macaque was transformed from the totem and imitated the chief with three bows and nine kowtows.

The macaque's intelligence was not inferior to that of humans, but it had no memories whatsoever. Seeing the monkey tribe bowing, it found the sight very interesting and happily scratched its ears and cheeks.

“Rise, rise, who are you? And who am I?”

The macaque chieftain quickly said, “You are the Monkey God, the deity we worship!”

“Monkey God?”

Scratching his ear, the macaque said, “That name doesn't sound nice, how about calling me Monkey King? From now on, I will be the king of the monkeys, and all of you are my subjects!”

The old monkey, upon hearing this, excitedly bowed again.

“I pay homage to the Monkey King.”

“I pay homage to the Monkey King…”

Cheers after cheers shook the very heavens.

From then on, the forty-eight thousand monkeys of Monkey Mountain all revered the Monkey King.

The Monkey King led his macaques through the neighboring mountains, driving away tigers today, chasing wolves tomorrow, living freely and happily.

That day.

On the sheer cliffs behind the mountain.

The Monkey King swung back and forth on the vines, playing as usual, never expecting one of them to be gnawed by a strange mouse, breaking completely with just a light flick.

With no strength left and unable to grab another vine, the Monkey King screamed in terror.

The macaques that were playing with the Monkey King had their eyes split with rage and let go to leap after him, plunging off the cliff themselves.

The cliff was several dozen feet high, and any ordinary creature falling from it would be smashed to pieces on the spot.

However, having been shone upon by the Mysterious Divine Light, each monkey was tough as bronze and iron. They only felt a bone-deep pain when they hit the ground, rolled, and then got up to look at the Monkey King.

Squeak, squeak, squeak–

With the sound of shrill screams, they saw the Monkey King lying on the ground, his body torn into several pieces, his organs spilling out.

The macaques wept blood from their eyes as they knelt before the Monkey King's corpse, unsure of what to do.

Just as they were overcome with grief, the severed parts of the Monkey King's body slowly wriggled like living things and pieced back together in the blink of an eye. Even the spilled blood on the ground flowed back into him.

The Monkey King's closed eyes snapped open, blinked, and with a leap he was up on his feet, looking at his intact body.

Hands on hips, he let out a proud chuckle.

Seeing this, the surrounding macaques knelt and knocked their heads on the ground, feeling guilty for not taking good care of the Monkey King but also convinced that the Monkey King was truly the incarnation of the totem.

After this event, the Monkey King became curious about his own body.

He took a sharp stone knife and cut off his arms and legs, which instantly regrew.

He then ordered five strong macaques to pull on his head and limbs, splitting him into six pieces with one strong tug, and told them to run off in different directions with his head and limbs.

The macaques ran dozens of feet away, only to see the head and limbs transform into a mysterious red light, intangible and ungraspable, which merged back into the remaining body of the Monkey King and then naturally regrew.

“Fun! So fun!”

The Monkey King had already grown tired of playing with wolves and leopards and found this game of playing dead very amusing.

So, he set his forty-eight thousand macaques to think up all kinds of ways to kill the Monkey King–drowning, burning, windstorms, lightning strikes, but no matter how he died, he would quickly come back to life.

Plummeting a thousand feet into mush, pounding into powder with a stone pestle, the revival speed was just as fast.

Years passed.

The Monkey King had tried every method the macaques could think of to kill him, and none could truly succeed.

To the east of Monkey Mountain's domain, a thousand miles away, there was a mysterious pond where any creature that entered would freeze into a block of ice, dead as dead could be.

Sure enough, the Monkey King turned into an ice statue when he entered, but with a blink of his eyes, he was still alive. With a little effort, he floated the ice to the shore and lay in the sun for over ten days before melting.

There was a volcano in the south of the mountain that constantly spewed black smoke, erupting every dozen years or so.

The Monkey King jumped into the crater, took a bath in the magma, and was completely incinerated, but then the red light shone and he was restored to his original state.

After dying hundreds of times, he finally climbed out of the crater.

Standing at the top of the mountain with his hands on his hips, the Monkey King proudly declared.

“I have achieved a body of Everlasting Immortality. Even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, it would be trivial!”

The monkeys all called out in unison, “The great king is mighty.”

After playing the game of suicide for over a decade, having tried every imaginable method, to repeat any of them would be boring. The Monkey King gradually lost interest in pursuing death and resumed his daily games of driving tigers and chasing wolves.

Living freely and joyously, time flew by quickly.

In the blink of an eye.

Yet another hundred years had passed.

On this day,

the Monkey King awoke from his slumber in the divine palace, ate a few bananas, and contemplated how the fat tiger had run too fast the day before. Today, he must corner it, catch it, and roast it for dinner.

“Your Majesty, something terrible has happened.”

A monkey scurried in, tumbling and scrambling, and said, “The old chieftain is on his last breath!”

The Monkey King, perplexed, said, “What do you mean 'on his last breath'?”

The monkey explained, “The old chieftain's life is nearly at its end, he's dying!”

“Die?”

The Monkey King's brow furrowed deeply, and without waiting for the monkey to lead the way, he leaped toward the cave where the old chieftain lived.

All the monkeys lived in caves, but only the Monkey King had the privilege of residing in the divine palace. Such was the way to express reverence for the Monkey King.

Inside the cave,

the old chieftain lay there, having lost most of his fur, his breath weak and fading.

More than a dozen monkeys surrounded him, some fanning him with banana leaves, others feeding him dewdrops, and some holding fruits and roasted meat, each face bearing a look of sorrow and reluctance, hoping the old chieftain could survive.

Seeing the Monkey King approach, the old chieftain tried to rise to pay his respects.

The Monkey King asked, “Is there any way to treat you?”

The old chieftain replied, “I was but a wild monkey in the mountains, and having been bathed in your divine light, I lived for more than two hundred years. I have no regrets!”

“I don't want you to die.”

The Monkey King's eyes teemed with tears, remembering clearly that the old chieftain was the first creature he met after his own birth.

Under the guidance of the old chieftain, although they seemed like superior and subordinate, in reality, it was just like having a teacher and a father.

The old chieftain said, “Birth, aging, sickness, and death are decreed by heaven. This is fate. Your Majesty, you need not struggle against it.”

The Monkey King asked, “Are there really no methods in this world to extend life and achieve Everlasting Immortality?”

“Of course, there are.”

The old chieftain said, “I have stolen quite a few books from the towns beyond the mountains, among which one records that there are methods to cultivate immortality and seek enlightenment, as well as the Art of Incense Fire Sealing God, all capable of prolonging life and achieving Everlasting Immortality!”

The Monkey King declared, “I want to learn them.”

The old chieftain shook his head and said, “If it were that easy to learn, why would I return in disappointment? Immortal Traces are hard to find, and it is better to roam the mountains at ease than to chase them futilely.”

His voice grew weaker and weaker until it completely faded away.

The Monkey King looked at the corpse of the chieftain, and amidst his sorrow, fear also crept in–the first time he had experienced the fear of death and separation.

At that moment,

many monkeys who had heard the news gathered around, including several who were of the same generation as the old chieftain, each dragging their long beards and eyebrows, uttering mournful cries.

The Monkey King surveyed his surroundings, understanding that in the days to come, members of his tribe would continue dying.

“Since you all honor me as your king and revere me as a god, then I cannot allow you to suffer the pains of birth, aging, sickness, and death. Tomorrow, I will descend the mountain to seek the ways of the immortals, to find for you the method of Everlasting Immortality!”

“I possess an indestructible body, even if I must traverse mountains of knives and seas of fire, I am determined to find the immortal mountain!”

As the Monkey King was speaking, the old chieftain, whose life had ended, his body began to emit Mysterious Divine Light and continuously shrank until it transformed into a stone monkey about one foot in size.

The stone monkey was strikingly lifelike, identical to the old chieftain in his living days, its crimson irises vivid and expressive.

If it weren't for the cold stone texture, one might believe it had come back to life.

“What is this?”

The Monkey King looked puzzled and circled the stone monkey a few times, vaguely guessing in his heart.

“I myself burst forth from a Stone Egg, could it be that the old chieftain might be reborn just as I was?”