The days in Yuhua Xianmen are very peaceful.

Since Chen Luo accepted the task of instructing the disciples, the relationship between him and the Immortal Sect has become closer. The elders behind the seven disciples have visited Chen Luo one after another. Not long after that, the Sect Master and the First Supreme also returned to the Sect and met with Chen Luo.

The clan leader was a middle-aged man with a kind face. He always wore a turquoise long gown, which gave people a very elegant feeling. The first supreme was just the opposite. He gave people a very cold feeling. After meeting Chen Luo, he left in a hurry without saying a few words. Instead, the clan leader and Chen Luo had a discussion.

The two discussed their respective views on the immortal path in the courtyard, and then the sect leader invited Chen Luo to invest in Yuhua Xianmen and let him brand his life lamp on the immortal artifacts of Yuhua Xianmen. Chen Luo gladly accepted it. He could brand the life lamp more than 2,900 times, so this time was not a big deal.

With the restraint of the life lamp, the sect master was completely relieved. Chen Luo also completely passed the internship period and officially joined the Yuhua Immortal Sect. The library that had been closed to him before was completely opened. Not only that, the resources that the supreme elder should enjoy were also delivered in the following days.

early morning.

Chen Luo sat cross-legged in the yard. The immortal energy around him gathered into his body like a furnace.

The immortal energy in his body increased a lot, but as time went on, even with the help of an external brain, Chen Luo's cultivation speed inevitably slowed down.

The cultivation in the true fairyland is often measured in thousands of years.

According to Chen Luo's understanding, the two true immortals of Yuhua Xianmen are old monsters who have lived for more than 10,000 years. There seems to be a layer of restriction here, those under 10,000 years are ordinary, and those over 10,000 years are immortals.

A lifespan of ten thousand years is the limit of ordinary life.

Even if there were no restrictions in the Emperor's Tomb World, it would be impossible for anyone to break through this limit. The only way to break this limit is to become an immortal!

The old monsters of the Nine Tomb Guardians that Chen Luo had encountered in the lower world before used the method of reincarnation of immortal tools to linger on. In the eyes of the true immortals in the immortal world, this was a side path. From the first reincarnation when they used the protection of immortal souls, they lost the opportunity to become immortals and were destined to become slaves of tools.

After a while, the surging immortal spirit gradually stabilized, and this training session ended.

"Ancient True Immortals actually use ancient gods as materials for cultivation"

Opening his eyes, Chen Luo felt the difference between the "Nanli Immortal Scripture" and the Yuhua Immortal Sect's method of cultivating immortals, and soon found the difference.

The ancient method uses ancient gods as materials to refine qi and practice.

In that wild era, this cultivation method of slaughtering ancient gods helped immortal cultivators survive the most dangerous period. However, with the increase in the number of true immortals and the disappearance of ancient gods, this cultivation method gradually became a thing of the past. Without the main ingredient of "ancient gods", no matter how good the cultivation method is, it is impossible to practice.

This led to the later methods of cultivating immortals.

This is the gap between the ancient immortals and the later immortal practitioners.

Recalling what he had seen in the Skeleton Sect's ancient immortal monument, Chen Luo had a rough guess about the future development of the Immortal Court. The war between immortals and gods broke out, the ancient gods were defeated and disappeared, and the Immortal Court became the master of the immortal world.

All this was logical, except for one thing Chen Luo didn't understand.

He had seen a memory of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, and they had faced ancient gods before. He just didn't know what level the ancient gods they faced were. It was definitely impossible to have an eight-source ancient god, at least a nine-source ancient god. But according to the information Chen Luo had read in the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

There is only one Nine Source Ancient God in the entire Ancient God Clan. And this Nine Source Ancient God was killed by the Sword Master - the Immortal Emperor of the Universe. The information here is obviously biased.

Compared to written records, Chen Luo believed more in the fragments of memory he saw.

After all, he actually has the brain of an Immortal Emperor.

He got up and walked out of the yard.

Outside, Zhou Ying and the flower-backed turtle were still in seclusion.

Chen Luo provided them with enough resources and arranged them in his own training room. Enjoying the top resources of Yuhua Xianmen, even a pig can cultivate the power of immortals. As for whether they can survive the great calamity in the future, it all depends on their luck. Even Chen Luo can't help them with this matter.

The bloody bird was still sleeping, Fang Qi went out to do a task. Chen Luo assigned him a small task, asking Fang Qi to go out to scout the area, the main task was to collect information related to the Immortal Tomb. It would be best to find another sect like the Skeleton Sect. With the previous gains, Chen Luo no longer cared about small fights.

If you want to do it, do big business!

whoosh!

A beam of spiritual light flew in from outside. Chen Luo waved his hand, and the spiritual light fell into his palm.

A paper crane.

This was Chen Luo’s favorite technique in the past.

'There is a tomb.'

The paper crane unfolded, with only the simplest two words inside. The message was delivered by Zhao Qi's puppet. Compared with low-level cultivators like Fang Qi, Zhao Qi's puppet was the main force for Chen Luo to get information.

Sensing the location on the paper crane, Chen Luo pinched his right hand, and flames rose up, instantly burning the paper crane into black ash. He didn't care about the flower-backed turtle and Zhou Ying, and his figure flashed and turned into a rainbow light and flew away from Yuhua Xianmen.

"The ancestor is out again?"

"It's so comfortable. I don't know when I can be as comfortable as the ancestor."

The disciples outside the Immortal Gate looked at Chen Luo's back as he left, their eyes filled with envy. Not all cultivators dared to venture out, and the sea of ​​clouds in the Immortal Realm was not always so peaceful.

If one is unlucky enough to encounter a storm in the fairyland, even a monk who is undergoing tribulation may be blown to death.

Only a True Immortal, a powerful being who possesses almost infinite immortal power, can ignore the storms in the immortal world and walk freely outside.

A few days later.

Chen Luo passed through the sea of ​​clouds and came to a floating fairy island. This place was another sect under the jurisdiction of the Fairy Grass Forest, called Zhuxie Island.

Different from Shenmulin and Skeleton Sect.

Zhuxie Island is a force founded by ancient immortals. There is a Taoist temple on the island named Wusheng Temple, and the master of the temple is called Zhuxie Immortal.

Under the protection of these ancient immortals, Zhuxie Island has always been a holy place for trading. All the immortals from nearby sects come here to trade. Because Zhuxie the Great Immortal hates bullying the weak, almost no one dares to go against his will.

After entering the fairy island, Chen Luo quickly found Zhao Qi at a market.

This guy was sitting in a restaurant drinking tea. This restaurant was very strange. There were no waiters or customers playing finger-guessing games. There was only a storyteller sitting on a high platform, waving a paper fan and telling stories about what had happened in the fairy world recently.

".Ziqi Island is full of grief and sorrow, with countless casualties."

As soon as Chen Luo entered the door, he heard the voice of the storyteller.

"I heard that it was the remnant spirit of the ancient god who did it. All the people on the entire Ziqi Island died, and even the Taoist companion of the Purple Qi Immortal did not escape. I heard that the Purple Qi Immortal has gone mad and is hunting down the remnant spirit of the ancient god all over the world."

"It's so tragic. All my cultivation is in vain. What can a great immortal do?"

A few people nearby were chatting in low voices, and through their conversation, Chen Luo roughly understood the cause and effect.

A force called Ziqi Island was destroyed, and this force was a legitimate force canonized by the Immortal Court. Its status was the same as that of Yuhua Xianmen, both of which were orthodox. However, Ziqi Island was stronger than Yuhua Xianmen because the owner of Ziqi Island was a "great immortal" canonized by the Immortal Court. After being in the Immortal Realm for so long, Chen Luo naturally understood the meaning of "great immortal".

"What on earth are the remnant souls of ancient gods? Why haven't I heard of them before?"

"You young cultivators certainly don't know. The remnant soul of the ancient god is comparable to the existence of the ancient immortals, equivalent to the fourth step of the true immortal, and the immortal who condensed the soul of 'longevity'."

The storyteller on the stage heard the discussion of the people below and responded casually.

"Immortal Lord?!"

Many people heard this title for the first time and couldn't help but feel curious.

"This is something that only true immortals can know. It's useless for little kids like you to ask." The storyteller said with a mysterious look on his face, shaking the paper fan in his hand a few times.

"Is it enough?"

Someone in the crowd threw two fairy crystals into it.

The storyteller glanced at the other person and said nothing. Seeing this, the man took out three more fairy crystals, and the people next to him also took out fairy crystals and threw them over. The storyteller's cold expression quickly collapsed under the attack of the fairy crystals. He closed his paper fan, smiled and put the fairy crystals on the stage into his pocket, then cleared his throat and continued.

"Everyone should know that when we cultivators reach the end of our cultivation, we need to condense our immortal body and immortal soul. Only when the two are combined can we be called true immortals."

"I've known about this kind of thing for a long time. Tell me what you don't know."

Someone in the crowd immediately expressed dissatisfaction. They, Hua Xianjing, didn't want to hear something that everyone knew.

“No hurry.”

The storyteller did not get angry, as he did this for a living, so he continued.

"There are huge differences between immortal souls. To initially condense an immortal soul, one needs to cut off emotions and desires. This step is called 'cutting off desires'. Only those who see through 'desires' can become true immortals. The second step of the immortal soul is 'awareness'. The immortal officials we usually see are true immortals at the 'awareness' level. The third step is 'wisdom', and the great immortals are 'wisdom' masters. The immortal lord I just mentioned is an existence beyond the great immortals. He is a great power who has condensed the fourth step of 'longevity' immortal soul. You will never see such a person in your life."

The storyteller finished the rest of the story in one breath, and everyone's eyes lit up.

For most immortal cultivators, true immortals are something they can never reach in their lifetime. The order of the immortal world is complete, and the division between the upper and lower levels is very serious. Ordinary immortal cultivators spend their entire lives accumulating resources and absorbing spiritual energy.

Little did they know that the little resources they had accumulated would not allow them to become true immortals even if they practiced until death. (End of this chapter)