Eternal Tale

At the peak of Heavenly Pillar Peak.

Baiyu True Lord stood at the edge of the cliff, his robes fluttering in the wind. He gazed up at the sky, his eyes filled with depth. The mountain breeze swept past, making him appear extraordinarily ethereal, devoid of any hostility.

At this moment, a woman approached with respect in her eyes. She clasped her hands behind him and said, ”Nangong Heling greets the True Lord.”

Baiyu True Lord did not turn around, still looking at the sky. He spoke calmly, ”After three days of imparting the Dao, have you gained any insights?”

”Disciple has no insights, only some resonance.”

”Please elaborate.”

”Over these three days, it felt as if I traversed the river of time, participating in the grand history of immortals, and somehow intersected with the immortals within it.”

”Heh, that is the beauty of cultivating through study. It doesn’t require insights. Even when cultivating a technique or a spell, if you can sense the true intentions of the sages, even if you’ve never met, you will feel that strand of resonance from the vast ages.”

Baiyu True Lord slowly turned, his deep-set face carrying a hint of lamentation, ”The immortal history of the myriad clans is endless and unfathomable, which seems meaningless to us cultivators.”

As he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand, and the mountain breeze caressed the ground, revealing two meditation mats: ”Please sit.””Thank you, True Lord.” Nangong Heling solemnly clasped her hands and sat upright, her eyes filled with respect.

The two sat facing each other from afar on the mountain peak. Baiyu True Lord spoke softly, ”What is a cultivator? In the immortal history, great mana wielders have said they are ’seekers of immortality,’ not for cultivation, especially during the era of great slaughter among the myriad clans, all striving for immortality.”

”To cultivate immortality is first to cultivate the heart. From the dawn of time, the Spiritual Qi Immortal Path descended to the world, breaking the tribulations of the heart, severing inner demons, entering the mortal world...”

The two began to discuss leisurely on the mountain peak, without shouting or roaring, only peace. Gradually, the evening glow illuminated the sky, and the mountain breeze turned slightly cold.

They remained seated on the mats, their eyes equally peaceful, with only Nangong Heling’s eyes still carrying respect.

...

”I have studied the immortal history for thousands of years and have some humble opinions to share with you. They are still two-sided, so don’t take them too seriously.”

At this moment, Baiyu True Lord’s eyes carried a hint of a smile. It had been a long time since he encountered such a disciple in the Dao Academy. It wasn’t her talent that was particularly brilliant, but her heart truly belonged here.

”Please speak, True Lord.”

”I believe that after studying the immortal history for so many years, it has made me understand the mediocrity and brilliance of countless cultivators. Every page turned reveals a dazzling protagonist of the immortal history, but more often, there are the mediocre ones beside them.”

”Seeking immortality and asking the Dao, contending for the pinnacle, they are all seekers of immortality. But the number of geniuses from the Chaos Immortal Spirit List is minuscule compared to the billions of beings in this grand world.”

”And we are merely cultivators. Accepting our mediocrity, cultivating the immortal path within the heart, and achieving true peace of mind, whether studying the immortal history or cultivating other things, will instead become much smoother.”

”If so, even living for hundreds or thousands of years is enough to be worthy of the title of a cultivator. This is also what I have always wanted to do, using the immortal history as a mirror to be wise and far-sighted.”

Baiyu True Lord’s face bore a smile, without any aura leaking, ”In this grand immortal history, you and I are but tiny specks of dust, like countless starlights, ultimately only highlighting the bright moon.”

”If you can grasp this true meaning, your heart will become much broader, and the difficulties and obstacles on the path of cultivating immortality will also become much smaller.”

”Just some humble opinions. Your path of immortality is still long, and you must comprehend it yourself.”

”Yes!”

Nangong Heling nodded heavily. At this moment, the mountain breeze blew gently, and a bright moon slowly rose, making the sky dimmer, with scattered starlight already appearing.

Her face was full of serenity, and she suddenly spoke, ”True Lord, if there were a miraculous herb that could extend your life by ten thousand years placed before you...”

”Heh, desire is endless. If ten thousand years pass, it would still be the same. At that time, one would only want to seek a miraculous herb to extend life by twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years, losing the original heart.”

Baiyu True Lord slowly shook his head, without a trace of emotional fluctuation, ”In the end, it is still all in vain. But the true heart of cultivating immortality has already been lost in this miraculous herb that extends life by ten thousand years, making that ten thousand years of life merely an increase in troubles.”

Nangong Heling’s face showed a bit more of a smile. Baiyu True Lord was indeed a rather unique cultivator in the Dao Academy.

”The bright sun has set, and the mind is restless. It is time for cultivation.”

Baiyu True Lord looked up at the sky again, the smile on his face already gone, ”In the future, when I impart the Dao, do not be late. If you have doubts in your heart, you can come at any time. This is where I cultivate.”

Nangong Heling slightly opened her eyes, using the sky as a cave and the earth as a residence. She quickly stood up and clasped her hands, ”Thank you, True Lord. Heling will remember.”

”Go.” Baiyu True Lord turned and closed his eyes, already in a meditative posture.

Nangong Heling bowed deeply to his back and then quietly descended the mountain, afraid to make any noise that might disturb Baiyu True Lord’s meditation.

...

On a stretch of sea, the bright moon and countless starlights were reflected, with no islands around and no cultivator fleets passing by, extremely quiet.

It was already night, but a murderous intent pervaded. The moon was dark, the wind high, and the killing intent of the moonlit night arose!

The area of a thousand miles on the sea had been completely sealed by a grand formation, like transparent light screens covering all directions, even the elemental energy in the sea could not escape.

And in the center, stood five massive golden rings, each several dozen meters in diameter.

They continuously rolled on the sea, emitting ear-piercing friction sounds, quite terrifying, constantly spewing chaotic spatial currents.

Above the sea, a gigantic beast flew across the four directions, emitting strange sound waves from its mouth, its sinister gaze fixed on the hundreds of figures below.

At this moment, twelve Elemental Infant cultivators, faces full of blood and fear, knelt on the sea, their Elemental Infants already extracted... suppressed by a magical artifact, emitting eerie baby cries.

A woman stood quietly on the sea, looking at them coldly. This person was Yun Shao.

”It seems the spies from the five Trash Islands are led by them, huh? They look so ordinary, even Divine Transformation cultivators obey them.”

On the other side, Yao Yue appeared extremely wicked under the moon, with a charming smile, ”How should we let them die? Sigh.”

Yun Shao swept a cold glance at Yao Yue, ”They still have some value, don’t act recklessly.”

”Soul search, or directly possess them, and you’ll know. But this grand world is troublesome, even killing a few small fry requires luring them out.”

Yao Yue’s charming laughter echoed in all directions, her tongue lightly licking her red lips, her slightly crimson eyes fixed on them, ”Sister has many methods, little ones.”

Roar~~

At this moment, the sea suddenly surged, and beneath the sea, several massive sea beasts were swimming, a mass of black shadows constantly swirling under the sea, seemingly waiting for orders.

Perverts, a bunch of perverts!!!

Those twelve figures trembled like chaff, constantly screaming in their hearts. The surroundings were full of evil arts and hundreds of late Void Refinement cultivators, how could they escape?!

But the soul search technique has a high cost, not as simple as it sounds, and cannot know everything, entirely dependent on luck.