Xiao Jie already has a clear plan in his heart on how to cultivate as a Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal.
If one wants to feel the mystery of "transforming into all things", one cannot stay on the surface, nor can one just briefly taste but must imrse themselves entirely in it—I am all things—all things are .
Not only must one master the external characteristics of different things, transforming their forms, but also thoroughly embody those things, experiencing the aning and process of their existence.
So, where should one start?
As Xiao Jie was contemplating, a mournful wolf howling sounded from deep within the forest nearby.
There was a stir in Xiao Jie’s heart; the howling reminded him of the days he spent in the Taixu Illusion Realm, living alongside the wolf pack, hunting together. A long-lost sense of familiarity surged up—so, why not start with the familiar wild wolf?
With a thought, white mist rose around him. When the mist dissipated, the Immortal’s silhouette was gone, leaving only a lone, agile, pure white wolf standing in the forest clearing.
Xiao Jie—or the White Wolf now—raised his head, letting out a long, loud howl to the vast sky.
"Awoo—!"
The distant howls imdiately responded, and the subtle ssages within—calling, warning, questioning—were instantly understood by Xiao Jie.
He bolted on all fours, transforming into a streak of white, speeding toward the source of the sound.
Half an hour later, in a denser forest, a white wolf and black wolf saw each other across a stream.
It was a young she-wolf, with a beautiful physique, sharp claws and teeth, and eyes cautious yet curious and wild. Seeing Xiao Jie transford as a white wolf, she visibly hesitated—wild wolf packs usually hold hostility toward outsiders.
But Xiao Jie was undeterred. Since he wanted to embody all things, he must completely rge into them. He paced forward, stopped by the stream, lowered his head to drink, observing her with a sidelong glance, tentatively approaching. Then, he gently sniffed towards her direction—a body language from the Wolf Clan expressing "no hostility".
After a brief hesitation, the she-wolf also approached the stream, similarly lowering her head to drink.
The pair of wild wolves stood side by side in the glow of the sunset, then vanished together into the dense forest.
The she-wolf led Xiao Jie into the wolf pack, and from that day, Xiao Jie beca a mber of this pack. Life as a wolf was not unfamiliar to Xiao Jie.
Back in the Taixu Illusion Realm during his previous trials, he had lived with a wolf pack for a while. But even then, no matter how he accompanied the pack, he retained his human status.
This ti, however, he had wholly transford into a wolf.
He learned how to mark territories with scent, collaborate with companions to hunt deer, guard the den under moonlight, and express emotions through growls and licking.
As a wolf, one must live in the mont, running for survival, and fighting for the pack...
Once he completely mastered "wolf nature"—that state where wildness, collaboration, loyalty, and survival instinct seamlessly rged, he quietly left the wolf pack and transford into a fierce tiger.
The laws of survival as a tiger differed entirely; wolves rely on teamwork, whereas tigers depend solely on their own formidable might.
Wolves always move in packs, in groups; lone wolves struggle to survive, while tigers are solitary beasts and the king of beasts, destined to face solitude and challenges.
Fortunately, Xiao Jie had experiences living in solitude, allowing him to quickly master it completely.
Black Bear, White Deer, Gray Eagle, Spirit Fox, Giant Python, Bobcat... each kind of bird and beast had its unique survival skills and philosophies. Xiao Jie continuously tried, continuously sensed.
In the first year, he lived in various beast forms, like a Druid from western legends.
By the second year, he began expanding the scope of transformation—not just beasts but also birds in the sky and fish in the water. Xiao Jie kept trying, and whenever he encountered a novel animal, he’d imdiately transform and blend in to experience their lives.
As three to five years passed, there were almost no more "ordinary" animals that Xiao Jie hadn’t experienced.
Even in dark corners, he experienced insects, buzzing mosquitoes, burrowing moles, web-weaving spiders... He felt the greed of mosquitoes sucking blood, the solitude of moles traversing darkness, and even transford into a spider, silently waiting for prey to hit the web for that deadly strike.
In the sixth year, Xiao Jie began attempting to transform into plants.
Thousand-year ancient pine, cliffside orchid, creekside willow, desert cactus, Cannibal Flower... each fully experienced.
Overall, the feeling of plants was mostly similar—since they virtually could not move. Yet this precisely gave Xiao Jie another insight: that characteristic of rooting in the earth, quietly absorbing nature’s spiritual energy, the Sun and Moon Essence; that rhythm of spring growth, sumr flourishing, autumn harvest, and winter dormancy, breathing in sync with nature; that tenacity of being "Immovable as a Mountain" yet possessing "life force".
Being a tree, one must learn to wait. Wait for the wind, wait for the rain to fall, wait for the sunshine to pierce the clouds, wait for the years to carve marks in the growth rings.
In the seventh year, Xiao Jie began seeking contact with Ancient Spirit Beasts and Immortal Beasts.
Though this ancient Primordial realm was rely an illusion simulated by Immortal Law, it was almost indistinguishable from the real Primordial; Immortal Artifacts and Divine Beasts were everywhere.
Xiao Jie fully utilized his Beast Affinity, along with the ability to Visualize All Things.
He transford into a Qilin, stepping on auspicious clouds, breathing flas, feeling the nobleness and majesty of the auspicious beast.
Transforming into a Phoenix, reborn from flas, soaring amidst the nine heavens, experiencing the pride and solitude of the immortal bird.
Transforming into Taotie, devouring everything just to satisfy an insatiable appetite...
Each experience was an intense and thrilling adventure, and if detailed, no amount of words could describe it.
Yet for Xiao Jie, these were rely small interludes in his process of embodying all things.
Overall, despite their various peculiar abilities, these spiritual beasts and immortal beasts have not transcended the category of "creatures"—they still need to survive, to reproduce, to face natural enemies, and to find their place within the law of the jungle.
They just live more... splendidly and for a much longer ti.
In the eighth year, Xiao Jie began to try experiencing various "inanimate objects."
This was not the literal aning of death, but those lifeless existences that form the foundation of the world.
He transford into a desolate mountain, standing silently between heaven and earth, experiencing the tiless silence and bearing. Feeling the erosion of wind and rain leaving ravines on his "body," sensing the slow searing flow of magma deep in the crust, and listening to the subtle sound of crystal growth within the mountain’s belly. As a mountain, ti was stretched to an unimaginably long scale—a hundred years were like a mont, a thousand years like a day.
He turned into a stubborn stone, lying at the bottom of a riverbed, experiencing that passive flow and tenacity. The river water washed over it day and night, smoothing its edges but not its essence. He felt the cold from glaciers transporting him, endured the heat of volcanic eruptions, and witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties play out "beside him." As a stone, mory was blurred, perception dull, but it also allowed for witnessing the longest history.
He beca a wisp of Earth Vein Spirit Qi, winding and flowing deep beneath the earth, experiencing the kind of nurturing all things without self-awareness. He flowed through the roots of spiritual roots, brushed past the core of ore veins, shuttled between rock crevices, providing vitality to the entire forest. There was no self, only flow; no purpose, only existence.
He even attempted to beco a bonfire, burning in the night of so primitive tribe, experiencing the fate of warming others yet ultimately burning oneself out. The crackling sound of firewood was the "heartbeat," the jumping fla was the "breath," and as dawn approached, with the exhaustion of fuel, that feeling of gradually extinguishing and returning to ashes gave him a deeper understanding of "existence" and "perishing."
Overall, the experience of inanimate objects was much less than that of living beings—after all, this was the Primordial Era. Besides the common mountains, rivers, flas, soil, tal ore veins, there weren’t too many complex man-made objects to transform into. But each experience gave him a more fundantal understanding of "existence" itself: everything has its form, everything has its ti.
Unconsciously, a blink of an eye and ten years had passed.
On this day, Xiao Jie transford into a leaf, quietly hanging on the branch of a tree, feeling the autumn wind blowing across his body, feeling the warmth of the autumn sun, and hearing the gentle flow of a nearby river, as well as the distant sound of birdsong from within the forest.
Xiao Jie could feel the ti slowly passing over him, as the last hint of green faded from the leaf, the remaining vitality gradually dissipated, the cycle of life and death, spring, sumr, autumn, and winter seed to condense into this single mont.
Suddenly, an indescribably mysterious feeling arose in his heart.
It felt as if an electric current had pierced through his entire body, like a thin film was gently punctured. All the experiences, insights, and life forms he incarnated over ten years, at this mont, converged, fused, and sublimated like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
[System Prompt: Your True Immortal Cultivation has reached 100%.]
Success!
Xiao Jie felt a joy in his heart but did not imdiately return to human form. Since he beca this object, there must be a beginning and an end.
He maintained the form of a withered leaf, hanging quietly on the branch until the last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains, listening to the gentle sound of the water rising at the tide, and seeing the first star rise in the sky.
The withered yellow leaf finally floated down slowly, fell into the stream, and vanished in an instant.
Xiao Jie opened his eyes to see the Cultivation Room of the Iron Blood Immortal Alliance, filled with the Taixu Illusion Mirrors.
The cold stone floor, the bronze mirror surface reflecting a dim light, and the faint sandalwood scent pervading the air—all sharply contrasting with the ten years of wilderness ti within the illusion.
He stretched long and languidly, allowing the psychological shifts brought by the ten years of cultivation to gradually bring him back to inner calm.
He opened the attribute panel to check:
[Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Cultivation Progress: 100%.]
Done!
Only at Level 50, yet already reaching perfection in the True Immortal Realm. Truly, having a strategy is convenient—if he relied on his exploration, it would undoubtedly have been much more arduous.
"Congratulations, Daoist Sui Feng."
A calm voice ca from behind.
"You are the first among this group to leave the illusion."
Xiao Jie turned around to see the Full-ti Expert standing not far away, looking at him with a calm expression.
"Thank you." Xiao Jie stood up and cupped his hands in salute.
"No, it is I who should thank you." The Full-ti Expert said lightly, "Your advancent brings my grand plan one step closer to success."
Though his tone remained steady, Xiao Jie could hear a trace of... expectation? within those calm words.
Xiao Jie looked around.
In the Cultivation Room, the dozen others were still sitting cross-legged in front of the Taixu Illusion Mirrors, eyes closed, expressions focused. So had furrowed brows, so had smiles on their lips, and so were even trembling slightly—obviously all undergoing their own cultivation and insights within the illusion.
He was the first to "leave seclusion."
"What do I need to do next?" Xiao Jie asked.
The Full-ti Expert glanced at him, his eyes flashing with a hint of approval: "Since your cultivation is complete, the next step is naturally—an upgrade."
He turned and walked towards the door: "Follow , I’ll take you to a place."
Xiao Jie took one more look at those "contemporaries" still in cultivation, took a deep breath, and followed in the footsteps of the Full-ti Expert.
With cultivation already perfected, now it was ti to upgrade and advance.
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