Exploring Immortality Cultivation
Chapter 440 - 191 The Essence of Lu Mountain Sect Lies in Emulating the Sages

Zhen Chan hadn't experienced the feeling of "sleeping" for about ten thousand years. When he still had a physical body, he occasionally slept. Although high-level cultivators don't need sleep to restore energy, natural sleep can still alleviate mental fatigue. After his physical body had been destroyed, he had also forgotten the function of "sleeping."

When he woke up, he felt the smoothest he had in ten thousand years.

However, he soon realized why he had fallen asleep. After Sage Zhi Long's phantom finished refining the Mathematical Ring, he cast an unknown law on him—perhaps a highly profound Soul Calming Spell—and then he fell asleep. Needless to say, it definitely involved some secrets that only disciples of the Mathematical Sect were privileged to know.

He was somewhat jealous of Wang Qi's luck. A complete set of immortal artifacts, and he got two pieces, which had been refined again using the Modern Artifact Refining Map...

This was something that an Ancient Method Practitioner wouldn't even dare to think about.

Fortunately, who among those who could cultivate to Ancient Method Mahayana didn't have some fortuitous encounter? Especially someone like Zhen Chan, living in the End of Law Era. He quickly calmed his emotions and began to look for Wang Qi.

At this time, the immortal artifact had already absorbed the essence of the soul. Wang Qi had the spaulder "discretely" worn on his left shoulder and had put the "Mathematics" ring back on his left index finger.

Seeing Wang Qi resting his chin on his hands and his fingers unconsciously tapping on the wall, Zhen Chan knew he was deep in thought and asked, "Kid, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, you're awake," Wang Qi said, pointing to his new spaulder and asking Zhen Chan, "What do you think of this look?"

Seeing Wang Qi's furrowed brows, Zhen Chan thought he was worried about wearing a spaulder on one shoulder only looking odd and said, "It looks alright."

Wang Qi nodded. "I think so too—I look good in anything."

"You really take an inch and want a mile," Zhen Chan laughed with exasperation, "What are you worried about?"

Wang Qi spoke seriously, "I'm considering celebrating like the Geometric Demon Lord."

Thinking Wang Qi was joking, Zhen Chan responded, "You... if you really aspire to be a storyteller comic, remember not to repeat the same joke too many times..."

To his surprise, Wang Qi actually started to unbuckle his belt, "Who's joking? I'm serious."

Zhen Chan was flabbergasted, "Stop it right now! This is the heritage site of the Mathematical Sect! Are you tired of living, making jokes about the great sages of the Mathematical Sect here?"

Wang Qi remained expressionless, "There, you see, the belief of 'emulating the sages' within the Wanfa Sect originates from the Geometric Demon Lord, who was once a leader of the Mathematical Sect. Wearing this set of immortal artifacts and emulating the demon lord raises my combat power—it's too reasonable!"

"How is that even reasonable..."

Wang Qi waved his hand, creating illusions of the Mathematical Sect's immortal artifacts, "Look! This set of immortal artifacts! Someone before grasped the essence of the Bursting Clothes Style at Lu Mountain, the essence that one is invincible as long as one fights without clothes!"

Zhen Chan was speechless, "Alright, alright, as long as you don't mind losing face, do whatever you want."

Wang Qi seemed thoughtful, "I understand now... it turns out that's how the Stabbing Eyes Style originated, to overcome one's own shame and ignore others' mysterious gazes! Old man, you're truly a genius."

"That's enough... who would stab their own eyes in battle..." Zhen Chan felt his freshly recovered spirit becoming fatigued again.

"A Dragon Clan cultivator practicing Human Clan cultivation methods..."

After the joke, Wang Qi asked Zhen Chan, "Old man, I have a matter I'd like you to help me plan." Then, he shared his own strength and the assessment of both his and his opponent's forces with Zhen Chan.

Zhen Chan inquired, "Is there any other exit?"

Wang Qi shook his head, "They're all blocked by restrictions. Now the restrictions seem to have entered the final phase, neither entry nor exit is possible, and they will collapse soon."

Zhen Chan asked, "What is your goal?"

"Goal?"

"Escape back to Divine Capital, find nearby Modern Cultivators, or fight back?"

Wang Qi laughed, "It's rare to reach Foundation Establishment, I must celebrate it."

Zhen Chan asked teasingly, "How do you plan to celebrate?"

"I can't feel comfortable without killing a couple of Ancient Golden Cores," Wang Qi said, counting on his fingers. "At least those from the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao and the Divine Dao."

Zhen Chan smiled, "You really have a fierce nature."

Wang Qi earnestly sought advice, "What would be the best course of action for me?"

In terms of research, he was far beyond what Zhen Chan could reach, but when it came to fighting and strategizing, ten of him could not match one Zhen Chan.

Zhen Chan smiled and said, "First, head into the Temple. I think you might have overlooked something—something that could help you turn the tide."

Gao Yunliang felt the wound on his back split open again. He grimaced, intending to take out some ointment from his storage bag to apply to it. He had acquired the injury during a fight with a guardian, inflicted by a Soul Steel Claw. Merely touching that bizarre material was enough to scald a person. Hence, the wound had been slow to heal. But just as he twisted open the ointment jar, a Golden Core Stage witch in a black hooded robe came running out and shouted, "You! Hurry up with the work! Quickly, quickly!"

They're all mad...

Gao Yunliang cursed internally. Just days ago, Junior Master Zhai Difeng had some weird whim; he sent everyone to search for a side gate, which attracted quite a few guardians and resulted in heavy losses among the Foundation Establishment Disciples who came. If it weren't for some tasks that the Golden Core Cultivators were reluctant to handle, all the Foundation Establishment Cultivators might have died scouting ahead.

This incident greatly damaged Zhai Difeng's prestige among the younger sect members.

However, given the strict hierarchy of the Ancient Method, Gao Yunliang dared not disobey Priest Li's orders. He put down the ointment jar and obediently headed outside the cave.

Outside the cave was a small group of mortals, pitifully huddled together. To lower the chance of being discovered by Modern Heretics, these Ancient Method Cultivators did not allow them to make a fire. After enduring several days of raw food and water, several of them looked sickly, and some had already collapsed on the ground.

But the health of these people was of no concern to Gao Yunliang. They were mere mortals, and sparing their lives was reward enough; it was a great honor for them to even be considered as sacrifices.

Seeing Gao Yunliang emerge, the mortals finally broke down. A couple of them, boldly defiant, rushed forward but were met with Gao Yunliang breaking their arms and ribs. Gao Yunliang then cast a few minor spells to cripple a few more, effectively intimidating the rest.

Some of the mortals had become completely numb, obeying Gao Yunliang's commands.

Only then did Gao Yunliang feel his troubled spirit was a bit soothed. He ordered the mortals to walk into the cave while he entered Priest Li's spirit array, which emitted a strange red-black fog.

Soon after, bizarre roars echoed from the spirit array.

Gao Yunliang began to feel a chill. Priest Li's power was sinister and strange, capable of turning a person into a monstrous non-human. And the transformation process even released an alien power. If the sacrifice was sufficient, Priest Li's power was boundless!

How mysterious!

And since Priest Li's power specialized in breaking spells, he had become a main force in breaking arrays.

Now, the barrier was on the brink of collapse. After the last batch of sacrifices entered, an ominous black spiritual power suddenly surged towards the barrier. Subsequently, the barrier twisted with an unprecedented force and then, under the watchful eyes of many Ancient Method Cultivators, it loudly shattered like a cloth torn by excessive force!

"It's done!" Gao Yunliang couldn't help but cheer. The surviving Ancient Method Cultivators had a similar expression.

However, at the moment the barrier shattered, a powerful and chilling demon force erupted, "I have been imprisoned for a million years..." (To be continued. If you like this series, please visit qidian.com to vote and support us. Mobile users can read on m.qidian.com.)