Chu Mo thought he had escaped with his life, and he was even thinking about whether he could take those gold coins back with him later.
Then someone told him, "You're overthinking it. You're going to die in a few days."
He was truly unwilling to accept it!
I've inexplicably arrived here, and I'm going to die before I even understand what's going on?
"Grandpa, is there any hope for me?"
Chu Mo looked at the old man with anticipation; this was his last hope.
The old man stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, his eyes hesitant, before finally letting out a long sigh:
"There is a way that might give you a glimmer of hope, but the chances are very slim, and the process will be long and painful."
"I'm willing to give it a try!"
Chu Mo's tone was both surprised and decisive.
Any suffering is insignificant compared to life.
"The village needs to expend a lot of resources to give you this chance to live, so if you don't die in the end, you must promise me one thing."
The old man looked at him with a serious expression.
"Okay, I agree!"
As for what it was, Chu Mo didn't ask, and the old man didn't say either.
Everything depends on him surviving; otherwise, there's no point in talking.
The old man looked at him with a troubled expression for a long time before shaking his head and sighing resignedly:
"The reason why people dare not approach the Burial Abyss is because of the evil aura of gods and demons within it."
"This malevolent aura is produced when a powerful being falls, and their primordial spirit is corrupted by inner demons."
When the topic of divine and demonic energy came up, the old man couldn't help but show a hint of fear on his face.
The one who perished in the Burial Abyss was no ordinary cultivator!
After a while, the old man continued:
"The higher one's cultivation level, the faster one dies upon entering the Burial Abyss."
"There was once a Dao Integration stage master who tried to force his way into the Divine Palace, but he died and his Dao dissipated two miles away from the palace."
"Ah, why is this happening?"
Chu Mo was very surprised, although he did not know how powerful cultivators in the Dao Integration stage were.
But shouldn't the higher one's cultivation level, the stronger one's ability to protect oneself?
"The evil energy of gods and demons erodes the soul of cultivators. The higher the cultivation level and the stronger the soul power, the more severely it is polluted."
The old man said with a bitter expression:
"Therefore, in the Burial Abyss, it is actually ordinary people who can go further."
Thinking back on the past, he couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted. All these experiences were gained by countless lives lost by those who came before him.
The old man came to his senses, looked at him in surprise, and exclaimed:
"The malevolent energy you've accumulated is more than ten times that of an ordinary person. Even I, an old man, can't understand why you're still alive."
Chu Mo was speechless. He hadn't died, so why were you disappointed?
But he didn't dare say it.
The old man ignored him and continued:
"This malevolent energy will only grow stronger if it is not eradicated, until your soul and body are completely destroyed!"
"If you want to live, you only have one choice: become a cultivator, improve your cultivation, and refine it. Otherwise, you will die."
The old man's expression became more solemn than ever before, and he said gravely:
"This is extremely difficult. Not only will you suffer from the torment of evil spirits every full moon night."
Moreover, you must rapidly increase your cultivation level; if your cultivation speed cannot keep up with the growth of your baleful energy, you will die just the same!"
Chu Mo's eyes were resolute; as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would fight with all his might.
Because if you don't work hard... you'll die!
"Old man, what do I need to do to refine it?"
The old man nodded to himself, a hint of appreciation showing in his eyes.
Most people would be disheartened and filled with despair upon hearing this.
But this young man's first thought was how to face it, which is good!
Cultivation is, in essence, a journey of defying fate and changing one's destiny!
Without unwavering determination, it's impossible to go far.
"From now on, I will teach you the methods of cultivation. As for the evil energy, we can only use spiritual medicine to temporarily delay it for a month."
"And you must enter the Qi Refining stage within this month, reach the Golden Core stage within five years, and enter the Nascent Soul stage within ten years."
"Otherwise, you will surely die!"
The old man's expression was complicated; the hope of achieving this was extremely slim.
Chu Mo was tainted with far too much malevolent energy, leaving him with less than one-tenth the cultivation time of an ordinary person.
Even if others took ten times as long, no one in thousands of years has been able to do it.
The difficulty involved is self-evident.
The old man sighed deeply; he was merely gambling on a sliver of hope.
Because the other person was the second person to walk out of the palace alive.
He wanted to represent the thousands of villagers of Lingyin Village and fight for a chance to live.
Without further thought, the old man decisively pointed a finger at his forehead.
Chu Mo felt a slight tremor in his head, and a magic incantation instantly appeared in his mind.
The technique is called: Refining Heaven Technique.
There are twelve major realms in total, and each realm is further divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower.
Qi Refining Stage, Foundation Establishment Stage, Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Spirit Transformation Stage, Returning to Emptiness Stage...
Is this the legendary cultivation technique for immortality?
He was both surprised and delighted, and just then, an invisible force lifted him up.
"Don't let your mind wander. Concentrate and calm your mind, and practice according to the mental cultivation method."
The old man's voice seemed to possess a magical power to calm the mind.
This gradually calmed his excited mood.
Chu Mo sat cross-legged and began his cultivation.
As time went by, the pores on his body began to expand slightly, and the pain in his body gradually lessened.
The next ten days.
He consumed countless rare and precious herbs, the essence of demonic beasts, and spiritual medicines.
His condition gradually stabilized.
Day 15.
The air around him began to move on its own, even without wind, and slowly converged towards his body.
The elderly man, who had been closely watching him, was stunned for a moment, then excitedly muttered to himself:
"Spiritual energy entered the body? So quickly you've reached the lower stage of Qi Refining? Very good, there's hope!"
The old man's expression brightened, and his expectations for him increased even more. He hurriedly went to prepare the elixir.
Chu Mo kept his eyes closed, but his consciousness seemed to extend like tentacles.
The tiny, jubilant specks of light in the air are the spiritual energy needed for cultivation.
The surrounding scene was vividly imprinted in his mind, as if he were seeing it with his own eyes...
This feeling is wonderful.
He tested it out, and the range of his mental probe was about thirty or forty meters.
His five senses became more acute, and his body was filled with explosive, terrifying power.
The most shocking thing is...
He actually "saw" a small three-legged bronze cauldron in his mind!
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