Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The Grand Elders of Star Heaven Sect had no contingency plan at all.

They simply had not expected that the one who disembarked from Kongshan Sect’s flagship would not be Xue Xiangming, but Gu Jing from Heavenly Summit Mountain.

Anyone who could occupy the position of Supreme Martial Pacification Elder and preside over Star Heaven Sect’s Supreme Martial Pacification Court was by no means a simple character.

To stand firm in a large sect like Star Heaven, talent, power, and political savvy were all indispensable.

Unless one was a prodigy on the level of Qin Qingyu.

Yet today, an Immortal Ascension Realm great power from Heavenly Summit Mountain had personally come to Star Heaven. Even Zhang Yushu looked somewhat at a loss in the face of this sudden development.

Although they had long heard that, in this era of the Great Dao’s recovery, besides the reincarnations of a few Immortal Ascension cultivators from the Five Great Sects, some of Heavenly Summit Mountain’s former great powers had also returned to the mortal world.

Heavenly Summit Mountain, in the eyes of cultivators of this era, had become practically legendary.

After all, those events dated back more than sixty thousand years. The oldest cultivator of this era—Bai Yuze of Lingxiao Temple—was only seven thousand years old.

At this moment, tens of thousands of cultivators had gathered at Star Heaven’s ferry dock, originally intending only to catch a glimpse of an Upper Three Realms cultivator’s aura.

Instead, they saw something far greater.

The eighth-generation steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain, Realman Lingxuan Gu Jing’s reincarnated body, bearing the Dao Basis of Star Heaven Sect’s Realman Sun and Moon, publicly demanded the fragments of the Heavenly Summit Mirror.

It was predictable that, in very little time, this news would spread throughout the cultivation world of Chenping Continent.

Gu Jing gently flipped his palm, and the Dao Basis of Realman Sun and Moon vanished in the blink of an eye.

When Chen Yan saw Realman Lingxuan’s movement, he felt a surge of emotion.

Once, when Su Hongzhen’s Dao Basis had been corrupted by the Tian Dao, even the combined efforts of the Five Great Sects’ Dao Union great powers and the activation of the immortal artifact Abyssal Tower could not suppress it; they had almost exterminated all life on Chenping Continent.

Yet Realman Sun and Moon’s Dao Basis, in Gu Jing’s hand, looked utterly like a toy.

The gap between the lower Immortal Realm and the true Immortal Ascension Realm was likely greater than the gap between any two ordinary realms.

That gap manifested not only in cultivation and combat strength, but also in understanding and control of the Tian Dao and causality.

“How long will negotiations take?”

Gu Jing asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yushu’s expression instantly grew awkward.

He did not want to directly respond to Realman Lingxuan’s demand in front of the tens of thousands of cultivators at the dock.

But Gu Jing persisted relentlessly, as if he had no intention of leaving Star Heaven any face in front of everyone watching.

Nor was there any need to.

“Why not, Realman Gu, take a step with this junior into our inner hall of Star Heaven Sect to discuss this matter in private?” Zhang Yushu proposed.

The young cultivator, handsome and dressed in moon-white daoist robes, stood expressionless. A sudden gust of wind swept across the ferry dock, but not even the hem of his robe moved.

“Thinking back to the past, when I presided over Heavenly Summit Mountain, your sect’s Realman Sun and Moon had already perished three thousand years earlier.”

Gu Jing spoke calmly and casually:

“Yu Xiao Realman—who was the seventh-generation steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain—once described to me, before I had ascended, the scene he witnessed when he saw Realman Sun and Moon.

“Eyes reflecting the revolving radiance of sun and moon, sleeves containing the shifting motions of stars and constellations… such was Yu Xiao Realman’s appraisal of Realman Sun and Moon. If today I, Gu, can visit the Star Heaven Sect that Realman Sun and Moon regarded as his life’s work, it would indeed be my honor.”

After hearing this, Zhang Yushu bowed toward Realman Lingxuan, then stepped back half a pace and motioned an invitation to Gu Jing.

Realman Lingxuan moved slowly, and, accompanied by Zhang Yushu, left the ferry dock of Star Heaven Sect.

On the four floating isles of Heavenly River Platform, the silent atmosphere among the cultivators lingered for a few breaths more before murmurs of discussion gradually arose.

“So that’s an immortal from Heavenly Summit Mountain? Why does he look no different from an ordinary cultivator…”

“Nonsense. If an immortal didn’t hide his aura and released even a little immortal energy, wouldn’t everyone here have their souls scattered and their spirits gone!”

“If Lingxuan Realman fought with Kongshan Sect’s Realman Caiyun, who would win?”

“I don’t think Caiyun Realman could beat Lingxuan Realman. No matter what, Lingxuan Realman is an Immortal Ascension great power of Heavenly Summit Mountain.”

“Don’t overrate Heavenly Summit Mountain. Back then, what made Heavenly Summit Mountain formidable compared to other sects was its foundation. They never had a gap in Immortal Ascension great powers, and Dao Union cultivators were countless. Their Divine Ability cultivators even outnumbered other sects’ Unity cultivators… but if you judge Immortal Ascension combat strength alone, Heavenly Summit Mountain’s Immortal Ascension may not necessarily be stronger than other sects’ Ascension cultivators!”

“Give an example?”

“Is Immortal Venerable Fusheng enough of an example?”

“There’s only one Immortal Venerable; you can’t compare Fusheng with ordinary Immortal Ascension cultivators.”

“What about True Person Kongmiao? When Kongmiao existed, didn’t Pure Dust True Person give Kongshan Sect trouble?”

“That’s also an example.”

“You arguing like this is boring. A vast number of examples, huh?”

It seemed some people had started arguing over the combat strength of Immortal Ascension cultivators.

Chen Yan’s gaze turned toward Kongshan Sect’s massive ferry more than seven hundred zhang long.

The bow still bore the familiar gilded cloud crane patterns.

This was Kongshan Sect’s flagship—the very vessel he had taken to attend the Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent seventeen years ago.

No, for Chen Yan those memories were not seventeen years old.

They had been… two hundred years ago, or even longer?

Chen Yan could not recall.

All he knew was that, in the recent two and a half years, all his efforts to search for Realman Sun and Moon’s Dao Basis had been in vain.

Next, he should try his luck in the northwestern region.

…

Heavenly Summit Mountain.

The girl still sat on the eave of the Profound Scripture Hall, her long, slender legs dangling over the edge as she gently swung them.

So bored.

Si Youyou leaned back and lay down on the hall’s roof, then slowly closed her eyes.

She missed the time before the Floating Light Summit Dao Inquiry began, when she practiced in the small courtyard of North Pass Sect with Chen Yan and Mr. You.

Although there had been no food to eat, whenever the girl thought of that time in her youth, the corner of her mouth would still curve upward.

What she missed most was the leisurely days at North Pass Sect.

There she had many friends, no worries, spending her days eating and drinking. Chen Yan never urged her to cultivate…

Despite cherishing those years, Si Youyou had resolutely chosen to flee North Pass Sect together with the young man she regarded as an elder brother.

She still fondly remembered the brief time spent in that small town in the southern region.

She wondered how the old woman who sold mung bean cakes was doing now.

The woman had probably long since forgotten her.

After all, to that woman she had been nothing more than an ordinary little girl who bought mung bean cakes.

Later…

Si Youyou slowly opened her eyes. What met her gaze was a cloudless blue sky and the white jade palace that had stood aloft in the emptiness for more than a hundred thousand years.