"Truly worthy of being among the top in the Daoist sect!"
In the Daoist Scripture Hall of the Netherworld Path, Feng Bingwen sat cross-legged behind a jade table, holding a jade slip in his hand. He slowly withdrew his divine soul, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.
This is a Taoist lineage that leads to the celestial realm, called the "Ren Liu Yin Tian Jiang Shi Jing". It not only elaborates on how cultivators can open up blessed lands, but also explains how to further evolve blessed lands into grotto-heavens.
If such a legacy were to spread to the outside world, it might cause a bloodbath in the cultivation world, leading to the destruction of hundreds of sects and the extinction of their lineage.
But now that this inheritance has fallen into Feng Bingwen's hands, it is only for reference. After reading it and making a few comments, he casually tosses it away, and a dark ray of immortal light bursts out from the jade slip, enveloping it and rising into the sky.
Then, the young Taoist priest reached out and beckoned, and another crimson celestial light fell from the sky, revealing a unique jade slip that was adorned with crimson celestial patterns and radiated a scorching aura.
The True Scripture of Yuanyang Danling
It was yet another Daoist lineage that led directly to the path of immortality, and Feng Bingwen began to read it with great interest.
Although his request to Immortal Lord Yingluo was to read the methods of Earth Immortals, the Netherworld Path was, after all, one of the twelve top sects of Taoism, and it still had to save face. So, all that he gave Feng Bingwen were the heaven-reaching methods that could lead to becoming a Celestial Immortal, but that was all.
At a higher level, the Daoist scriptures that can lead to becoming a Golden Immortal are the core true teachings of the Netherworld Dao. Naturally, these cannot be shown to Feng Bingwen casually, unless Feng Bingwen is willing to switch sects.
But that was naturally impossible. Even so, Feng Bingwen was quite satisfied. The Netherworld Path had given him so many Daoist scriptures to read, without any additional requirements, not even the requirement to make a covenant or swear an oath.
This was naturally due to the influence of the Supreme Dao. Otherwise, if it were just some random mountain cultivator who had saved over a hundred disciples of the Netherworld Dao by chance, how could they possibly open up their Daoist teachings for him to read?
The reason why Feng Bingwen was allowed to see it was because the immortals of the Netherworld knew that Feng Bingwen possessed a more profound and mysterious Supreme Dao method. Those who wanted to see the Netherworld were merely trying to enrich their own knowledge.
“Young man, this kind of scripture is not worth wasting your time here. If you go back to the mountain gate, you can still flip through it as much as you like, and there will be more of it than here.”
A puzzled voice echoed in Feng Bingwen's mind. It was naturally the increasingly noisy spirit artifact. After all, Feng Bingwen had seen its most obsequious side. Since that was the case, he wouldn't hide it anymore. Putting on airs was too boring.
"no the same!"
Feng Bingwen answered casually.
"What's different?"
"It's none of your business. Just focus on refining my magic power. Why all the fuss?"
Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't tell him the reason. Actually, it wasn't some kind of secret, but explaining it would be quite a waste of time. It would be better to spend that time figuring it out himself.
Feng Bingwen read the Netherworld Path scriptures not only to accumulate experience for his advancement to Earth Immortal, but also primarily to cultivate his own avatar, which was still in the Demonic Path territory.
The essence of the Netherworld Daoist doctrine is naturally dignified and upright, but once it is tainted by the words "Netherworld," it is naturally difficult to escape the sinister and ghostly aspects. With a slight change, it can be transformed into a demonic inheritance and used by clones.
One cannot attain enlightenment through killing, as this method is too violent. Although it makes progress exceptionally easy, it also increases the probability of death by more than a hundredfold.
However, if the avatar is used to kill righteous people, then there are no such concerns. Even if it is lost due to an accident, it is nothing more than that. For the original body, there is not much damage. It is just that one source of good deeds has been lost.
“Three thousand gods and demons! If this method is to be used, it will fall on my demonic incarnation. It was just a casual move back then, but I never expected it to be so beneficial to my attainment of enlightenment.”
Feng Bingwen had already seen over fifty methods for creating blessed lands and grotto-heavens. Seeking external help was impossible, as it would bring calamity and lead to death. However, seeking within himself, with three thousand methods, was too demanding, and it was difficult to achieve enlightenment on his own.
However, abandoning this method is perfectly acceptable. With his physique, he will not be hindered by any method he cultivates. On the contrary, he will be able to cultivate smoothly and become an Earth Immortal. As long as he accumulates enough, it will be a natural progression to become a Celestial Immortal. With this foundation, he has an 80-90% chance of success.
However, the realm above the Celestial Immortal is hard to say, because with his current level, it would be somewhat boastful for him to say that he could become a Celestial Immortal.
"Cultivating both inner and outer strength is the true path to success!"
Feng Bingwen slowly closed his eyes, his mind calm. In just a moment, he opened his eyes, his expression unchanged, but there was a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.
"What happened? Where is my good deed?"
Unlike when he first started cultivating, Feng Bingwen no longer had to pay attention to the changes in good and bad deeds in the Heavenly Book at all times. He would only take a look at it calmly when he had some free time or when he thought of it.
He had just glanced at it, expecting to see millions of accumulated merits, but what he saw was a few hundred thousand merits that had fallen at some point, barely equal to or even slightly inferior to the evil deeds.
"what happened?"
Faced with this situation, Feng Bingwen's astonishment lasted only a very short time. He thought of how, under the guidance of the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor, what he initially saw was all blurry, but suddenly he saw that one clear spot.
Then Feng Bingwen opened the record of good deeds and immediately confirmed his conjecture that the good deeds had been wasted for no reason.
Seeking the Way, Performing Good Deeds, 3.9 Million
The amount of merit lost due to the Heavenly Book's spontaneous combustion once again reached a new high, but even Feng Bingwen had to admit that such a huge loss was worth it!
In this world, how many people cultivate and seek the Dao? But how many of them can truly find their own path and see clearly the direction the Great Dao points to?
Taking this opportunity, Feng Bingwen glimpsed a unique opportunity that belonged to him and comprehended the path to immortality. No matter what price he paid, it was all worthwhile.
However, Feng Bingwen, having understood the reason, felt somewhat lost. He had originally thought that his talent and opportunities were still quite good. After all, in the chaos, it was as if time was flowing backward, and he was high above, witnessing the birth and evolution of a world.
But it turned out that this was just an opportunity given to him by the Heavenly Book. Feng Bingwen knew in his heart how much of it was due to his own talent. After all, what he saw at the beginning was even more outrageous than the rebellious son of the Ma family.
"Since we've paid such a price, we can't let it go to waste!"
After realizing the price he had paid, Feng Bingwen's resolve hardened.
The opportunity to meet the Daoist Master's personal disciple, coupled with the good deeds accumulated over the years by the Heavenly Book, can be described as unparalleled.
Originally, Feng Bingwen had a vague feeling that this path was too difficult. Perhaps on the day of his enlightenment, he could hope to become a Celestial Immortal or a Golden Immortal. However, if he chose an easier path, he might still be able to achieve enlightenment.
However, such thoughts have now faded. If he were to abandon the path he had come to understand, wouldn't that mean he had wasted this opportunity and the millions of good deeds he had accumulated? How could he do that?
"The true self seeks within, cultivates Dharma forms and supernatural powers, and transforms into forms to seek external things. He will transform into an Asura and perform the Avici Hell!"
Feng Bingwen thus set his future cultivation rules. When his mind was immersed in the profound mysteries of the Daoist scriptures, he would not forget to send half of it to his demonic avatar, which was hundreds of millions of miles away.
"Demon Lord, spare my life! I am willing to sign a soul contract and serve you!"
When half of Feng Bingwen's mind merged into his avatar through the unseen connection, what he saw and heard were cries of agony and pleas for mercy. Dozens of cultivators knelt on the ground, among them some with weak breaths, their faces filled with fear, pointing to the sky and solemnly swearing that they could only ask to live.
"A soul contract? Why go through all that trouble?"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen transformed into a towering and majestic demonic cultivator, with pitch-black eyes and blood-red pupils, as if containing a sea of blood. His jet-black hair was like that of black jade, and he naturally exuded the aura of a powerful and ruthless demonic leader.
This appearance is completely different from the original disguise of the young master of the Shen family, but since he is a cultivator of the demonic path, no one will care about the change in appearance.
Anyone with the means will cultivate several magical arts to strengthen their physique. Even when fighting with others and exhausting their magical power, they can still escape using only their physical strength, preventing them from becoming easy prey. In fact, they might even have the power to launch a counterattack when facing imminent death.
"I have recently acquired a new method for refining the soul, and I would like to invite you all to try it out!"
The Demon Lord, whose physique was tall and robust and whose appearance was no longer that of an ordinary person, revealed a cold, smirking smile.
As part of his mind merged with the original body, the Netherworld Daoist techniques that the original body had recently been studying were also fully mastered almost instantly upon merging with the original body.
Feng Bingwen is like this, which allows his true self and his incarnation to always have a unified will, and to communicate with each other anytime and anywhere, whether it is about cultivation insights or what they see and hear.
"The Soul Refining Technique?!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the faces of many demonic cultivators who had been intimidated by the newly ascended Demon Lord's bloody and brutal power immediately showed fear and apprehension.
No demonic cultivator would be curious as to why this demon lord, who mainly cultivated the art of corpse cultivation, would suddenly become interested in studying the method of soul refining. There's nothing strange about it.
"A dignified Demon Lord, how could he be so shameless and despicable? We will fight him to the death, even if it means self-destruction, we will not let him gain the slightest advantage!"
"That's right, let's fight this demon lord to the death!"
"Kill! This Demon Lord has only just advanced in rank, we have a chance!"
"If we attack together, we might be able to gain some chance of survival!"
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, the dozens of demonic cultivators who had just been kneeling in submission suddenly sprang up. However, apart from a mere one or two out of ten who were fools and actually took out magical treasures, or even burned their blood and souls to attack Feng Bingwen with a suicidal, fearless spirit, the vast majority of the demonic cultivators used various methods to flee in all directions.
The essence of these demonic cultivators is their fear of death and clinging to life. Although most of their demonic cultivation methods are extremely cruel, inhumane, and devoid of morality, that applies to others, not themselves.
"You've got guts!"
A sinister smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's lips as he looked at the demonic cultivator who was lunging at him, his face contorted with madness and filled with remorse for the many fleeing comrades. He made no move.
But beneath his feet lay a blood-soaked corpse with three heads and six arms. Its crimson eyes merely stared at those few reckless fools, freezing them in mid-air, unable to move. Then, its six hands reached out and easily crushed their bodies into minced meat.
"Indeed, this demonic monk's physical body is truly extraordinary!"
After glancing at the power of this newly refined blood corpse, Feng Bingwen nodded with satisfaction. This was a true disciple of the demonic path that he had killed not long ago, and he came from the Burial Buddha Temple!
That physical supernatural power, which originated from the golden body of Buddhism and was later twisted and evolved, truly gave Feng Bingwen's avatar a headache. He fought with it for three days and three nights before finally killing it with a secret technique of the divine soul, leaving behind a body that could be considered perfect for the Yuan Dan realm.
Feng Bingwen originally had the ability to kill him directly, but his actions in the demonic territory were already too ostentatious. If he were to kill him instantly, it would attract the attention of countless demonic monsters, which would be very bad.
So Feng Bingwen patiently fought him for three days and three nights before pretending to be extremely lucky to kill him, taking his body and then fleeing far away.
Then, a group of demonic cultivators, who thought he was in a state of low magical power, followed him.
Feng Bingwen, who was adept at catching demonic cultivators, found a place with complex terrain. After the news spread and attracted more demonic cultivators, Feng Bingwen manipulated this avatar to hide and do some things, and then "advanced" on the spot.
Then the roles reversed, the hunter became the prey, and the prey that was being hunted became a ferocious demon lord.
As for the Demon Lord of the Demonic Path, he naturally corresponds to the Cave Profound Realm of the Daoist Path. According to the classification, he has already progressed from mortal to immortal and has taken the first step into the threshold of the Immortal Path.
In other words, Feng Bingwen's avatar reached the same level as the original body in just a few years.
If such a cultivation genius were to appear in the cultivation world of Kyushu, it would undoubtedly be a sensation throughout Kyushu and would be celebrated for hundreds of years.
However, within the territory of demonic sects, several demon lords who rise to power through ruthless means in a very short period of time appear every hundred years. Although their numbers are rare, it is still reasonable.
Every demon lord who rises to power in a very short time treads upon the corpses of tens of thousands of demon cultivators, including many true disciples of various demon sects.
Having amassed and plundered so many resources, coupled with the quick-fix methods of demonic cultivation, it's not surprising that they achieved such success; it's just basic demonic manipulation!
"It's time to try this Netherworld Path method! We can't gather three thousand Demon Lords, but thirty thousand demon cultivators, or three hundred thousand demon cultivators, if we can gather them together, should be able to make up for some of the losses!"
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