I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 487

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Yang Xuan stuffed the branch into his bosom, thinking that he could simply plant it later, and gave up any hope of relying on the merit gained from this to make a breakthrough, as by the time several million years passed, even his grave would no longer exist.

The divine gift of the Ju Mang clan indeed had the power to hasten the maturity of spiritual objects, however, it required the consumption of physical strength and Qi-Blood.

In the future, with tens of millions of Witch God Tribe people employing their talents together, perhaps it might have some effect!

Caught up in a sudden thought, Yang Xuan realized that he would become the source of the bloodline for millions of people, and felt a strange sense of exhilaration, as if his lineage would truly be endless.

“Senior, how should I leave the Wu God Temple?”

“Practice your cultivation patiently, and once you become a great witch, you will be able to break the seal and leave on your own.”

The statue spoke, “I still have a few hundred years to live, so if you have any doubts, ask them sooner rather than later. This Wu God Temple can become a place where the Witch God Tribe can thrive and reproduce!”

“I shall follow the senior's decree obediently!”

Yang Xuan immediately sat down cross-legged and started to practice the Qi-Blood cultivation technique, continuously tempering his physical body.

The statue's eyes gleamed with spiritual light, and after a moment of scrutiny, it said, “This cultivation technique is quite interesting, where did you learn it from?”

Yang Xuan replied, “By a twist of fate, I became the disciple of a True Immortal. Since I didn't possess a Spirit Root, I was taught the technique of moving Qi-Blood.”

“Disciple of a True Immortal…”

The statue sighed, never expecting that the Immortal Dao, which had once annihilated the Witch God Tribe, would, in the end, bring forth a successor to them.

“Perhaps this is karma! Recite your technique, and I will help you perfect it. It might pave a new path for the Witch God Tribe.”

Yang Xuan expressed surprise, “Senior, you don't reject the Immortal Dao methods?”

“Why should I reject them?”

The statue answered, “Back in the day, I converted to the Immortal Dao and even became a Body Cultivation Immortal God. It's just that that Hun Yuan scoundrel was shameless, refusing to pass on the subsequent cultivation techniques!”

“If I could've learned by analogy, perhaps I could've ascended to become an ancient Witch God and blown that Hun Yuan scoundrel to pieces!”

“Senior is truly wise.”

Yang Xuan expressed his admiration repeatedly. Such ancient, undying beings were far beyond the normal understanding of orthodox or demonic, clan or group–they would practice anything useful for cultivation.

Time was unknown within the Wu God Temple.

Yang Xuan didn't know for how long he had been cultivating. When bored, he would hunt exotic beasts, which he would then grill or fry, relishing in their delectable taste.

The statue, embodying the persistence of a Witch God, was incredibly swift at deducing improvements to cultivation techniques.

After condensing the Qi-Blood, combined with the Immortal Realm, the technique of Divinity Transformation was deduced, which involved assimilating the acupoints into sinews, muscles, meridians, and internal organs.

Without any acupoints, yet present everywhere.

After the completion of his cultivation, Yang Xuan felt even less human, with no meridians or bones to speak of in his body, which was completely comprised of Qi-Blood.

“But there are also benefits, such as transformation…”

With the circulation of his Qi-Blood, Yang Xuan suddenly sprouted six arms from his back, along with three more faces on his head, instantly overcoming the disadvantage of not having a Divine Sense.

“With arms in all directions, there's no fear of being sneak attacked from behind, and not just from the earth but also from above!”

With a thought, a Heavenly Eye emerged on the top of his head and eyes opened on the soles of his feet.

Yang Xuan's entire body was capable of thousands of transformations, and unlike Illusion Techniques or Mana of the Immortal Dao, it was an intrinsic change. For instance, if he transformed into an ox or horse, even the Divine Sense of a True Immortal might fail to reveal his true form.

“Now, one punch from me is already as powerful as that of a Heavenly Monarch!”

Time passed again, unmeasurable.

The statue continued to deduce, attempting to integrate the Witch God Tribe's battle techniques into the Qi-Blood cultivation. However, as the persistent will neared dissipation, it couldn't arrange the next layer of the technique, and it sighed.

“The Witch God Tribe's natural physical constitution is astounding; every aspect of their cultivation aims at Returning to the Origin to become the legendary ancestral Witch Gods!”

“The problem is that because the starting point is so high, their application of Qi-Blood isn't as refined as the weaker humans. I have a premonition that this technique might replace the Return to the Origin and become the new orthodox path for the Witch God Tribe…”

As the voice of the statue became increasingly faint, like an elder on the brink of passing, Yang Xuan swore solemnly.

“Senior, I will definitely continue to deduce and improve the Qi-Blood cultivation technique and teach it to my fellow tribespeople!”

Unexpectedly, the statue slightly shook its head, almost as if feeling a sense of relief, and spoke.

“Do not be so stubborn. What is rigid cannot last long. I've heard about the style of your eldest disciple brother, who takes having no principles as his principle–it's the real path to lasting life and longevity!”

“The Witch God Tribe fell due to their failure to adapt…”

As it spoke, the statue dimmed, its face reverted to stone, and the persistent will of the Witch God completely dissipated.

Yang Xuan bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, then started to study the subsequent stages of Qi-Blood cultivation on his own.

Peach Mountain.

It got its name from the peach trees covering the mountain.

A thousand years ago, a supreme treasure emerged here, stirring the undercurrents of the gods' continent.

Alas, the Great Saint of the Demon race occupies the land, and anyone who approaches gets scared out of their wits. As time passed, it unexpectedly became a forbidden land for the human race.

Occasionally, a cultivator who sneaks up the mountain becomes Sun Changsheng's source of amusement.

“These years, no one has climbed the mountain, how dull, how dull!”

Sun Changsheng lay on the mountain peak, casually plucking a peach to eat: “Why hasn't my junior brother come out yet, at least I, old Sun, have a lengthy lifespan; others would not have been able to wait.”

For a thousand years, Sun Changsheng had not left Peach Mountain.

When he craved company, he would summon Brother Niu to feast, or he would blow some monkey hair and go to the City God Temple to fetch some Spiritual Wine, leading a merry life.

Spitting out the peach pit, Sun Changsheng was about to pick another when he suddenly looked overhead.

“Huh?”

The void opened with a web-like pattern, while a “thud, thud, thud” sound came through, as if someone was drumming through the air. The crack widened with every beat!

Sun Changsheng counted on his fingers and jumped up excitedly, scratching his head and cheeks around the void's crack.

“Is junior brother coming out?”

Just as he pondered whether to help from the outside, a bowl-sized hole tore open in the void, a hand reached through from the depths, the palm opened revealing an eye.

“Goodness, what kind of monster is this!”

Sun Changsheng backed away instantly, shouting sternly: “You monster, why do you share the same aura as my junior brother?”

The eye in the palm saw Sun Changsheng, blinked joyfully, and then a mouth appeared on the palm, opening and closing as it spoke.

“Senior brother, it's me, this is a Divine Skill of transformation I've cultivated!”

Sun Changsheng looked at the palm for a moment, clicked his tongue and said in amazement: “Such a transformation is interesting, it actually fooled old Sun, could it be a Witch God secret technique?”

“It's not exclusive to the Witch God race, senior brother, please wait a moment.”

As the voice ended, the hand stretched further outward until a snake-like body emerged, three to four zhang long, coiling into a ball then transforming into the likeness of Yang Xuan.

Feeling the familiar Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, Yang Xuan couldn't help but exclaim excitedly.

“Finally out, that Wu God Temple has no division of day or night, no autumn or winter, I was almost suffocated to death!”

Sun Changsheng suddenly said: “So that's the case, no wonder you've been gone for so long, had you not come out in a thousand years, old Sun would have broken the restrictions and rescued you!”

“A thousand years!”

Yang Xuan exclaimed in alarm: “It has been a thousand years? My parents are only at the Golden Core stage, could it be that they have passed away from old age?”

“Your mother has a unique talent and broke through the Divinity Transformation Realm, and now she is cultivating secretly in the Heavenly Court.”

Sun Changsheng said: “Your father has ordinary aptitude and found it hard to progress after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, but he has been enthroned by the Heavenly Court as the City God of the Great Heng Capital City, solidifying his Primordial Spirit with the Art of Incense Fire Sealing God!”

Yang Xuan immediately detected the problem and furrowed his brows: “Could the Heavenly Court be so kindhearted?”

“Of course not, that's why your mother went to the Heavenly Court, they say it's for secret cultivation, but in truth, it's confinement!”

Sun Changsheng explained: “Back then, when your father saw his life nearing an end, he would rather die than be separated from your mother. I made a trip to the capital city to persuade him, and he only agreed to the Heavenly Court's enthronement after I promised to wait for your return.”

“Thank you, senior brother!”

Yang Xuan said: “Bowing down can hardly express the gratitude of this junior brother, from now on, if senior brother says to go east, I will never go west, even in the face of death without a frown!”

Although he cultivated in the Wu God Temple for a thousand years, isolated from the world, Yang Xuan's mindset had not changed from that of the past.

Unlike high-level cultivators who are indifferent to familial affection, his wish in this life is still to build a small courtyard, to live with his parents until the end of their lifespan.

The desires of his heart, pure as a child's!

“Having acknowledged you as a junior brother, we are brothers of the same sect, how can we use the word 'thank you'?”

Sun Changsheng scratched his head and cheeks, laughing: “However, old Sun has a regret, when we crushed Lingxiao that year, to be cautious, I joined forces with the Heavenly Emperor and ultimately, my heart was not completely at peace.”

“Now that junior brother's strength is surely of the True Immortal realm, and you are even more powerful in close combat, why don't we pay a visit to the Heavenly Court?”

“It's exactly what I wish!”

Yang Xuan knew well that an incomplete heart was merely an excuse; this trip to Lingxiao was to rescue his mother and reunite the family.

Sun Changsheng blew out a breath, transforming into a cloud and carrying Yang Xuan towards the northeast.

“Haha, brothers joining forces, let's stir up the Heavenly Palace again!”

Meanwhile.

Qingyun Temple.

Zhou Yi woke from his secluded cultivation, took out a divination tube, and performed the Heaven-Severing technique to divine good and bad fortunes.

The divination stick fell.

The light was dazzling, symbolizing great auspiciousness.

“Could it be a whim of the moment? Continue cultivating, and in another two to three hundred years, I'll achieve complete Divinity Transformation. By that time, I'll celebrate my ten-thousandth birthday with a bang!”

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