Tong Sheng gazed at Zhen Tian Peak and shook his head helplessly. He couldn’t get inside, nor did he know what might happen to Fang Jiuzhen in there. In his opinion, coming here in the first place was a mistake—every True Disciple was exceedingly arrogant, rarely the type to act kindly or rcifully.
Fang Jiuzhen’s outright refusal was essentially a complete disregard for Ye Zhen Tian’s face.
"Who am I supposed to ask for help with this?" Tong Sheng lowered his head in thought, going through figure after figure in his mind. Yet when he snapped back to reality, he realized that all those he knew were rely acquaintances he exchanged nods with. Asking them to offend a sect’s True Disciple on behalf of a friend? No one would willingly accept.
Earth Demon Plains.
Lin Fan was cultivating, his blood surging within him. His cultivation approach was unorthodox—while others started by practicing the Five Mortal Stages, he skipped over them entirely, instantly stepping into the Longevity First Level Foundation Establishnt Realm.
Now, he was circling back to fill in the Five Mortal Stages. The whole thing felt sowhat audacious, as though traditional cultivation sequences ant nothing to him.
Lin Fan couldn’t figure out whether his little assistive trait was truly domineering.
On one hand, he absolutely seed like trash.
On the other, he could disregard cultivation order and defy the laws of heaven and earth.
At this mont...
Heat was rising off Lin Fan’s body, and the inside of his physique felt like a massive boiler, burning away all impurities. The resulting mist floated out from within him.
"Whew!"
"Done! The first stage of the Five Mortal Stages—immune to all diseases—is handled."
He could sense the changes his body had undergone: light as a feather, as though he’d been thoroughly remodeled.
This was the transformation brought about by cultivating immortality.
Practicing Martial Arts—even reaching the Innate Realm—could still cause various physical issues, like accumulated hidden injuries and ailnts. But after reaching the first stage of transcending mortality, these wouldn’t exist anymore. The body would be refined to perfection.
"Still, it’s curious. My cultivation speed seems unusually fast." He had barely started cultivating and had already achieved this result. It felt way too casual. Perhaps it was due to the abundance of mana he had accumulated.
A hundred-plus years’ worth of mana wasn’t sothing to sneeze at.
If we were being serious, progressing in cultivation realms should be child’s play for him.
Whatever.
No point in comnting further—nothing pressing happening right now, so he might as well keep cultivating.
Next up: reshaping the Three Flas.
This bizarre and peculiar practice would have been incomprehensible to him without studying the *Immortal Truth Record* beforehand.
Humans possess three flas: the heaven fla, the earth fla, and the human fla. Regular flas serve only to ward off darkness and avoid wicked energies. However, upon cultivating immortality, these flas must be reshaped and converted into Immortal Fires.
Though the *Immortal Truth Record* embellishes the significance of ’Immortal Fires,’ the general idea is correct.
Cultivation knows no sense of ti.
Three days passed.
"Done, calling it a wrap."
Lin Fan opened his eyes, and streams of brilliance flowed within them, making him appear more radiant and charismatic. The Five Mortal Stages were completely taken care of. As he inhaled deeply, he could feel the spiritual energy in the heavens and earth slowly rushing toward his body.
"Cultivation really is exhausting."
He was utterly drained. Could anyone imagine sitting cross-legged for three consecutive days without moving? It was unbearable for him, to say the least.
He couldn’t fathom how those cultivators could endure a hundred years of seclusion at a ti during their cultivation. How could they possibly manage it?
But all in all, he felt pretty good now.
While his mana hadn’t increased, he could distinctly feel his strength growing—tempering the Five Mortal Stages had significantly enhanced his physique.
Suddenly...
Lin Fan sensed a commotion outside. Based on his innate divine ability to detect living beings, it seed that both humans and Earth Demons were approaching.
Jackpot!
Soon after...
A horrific scream rang out: "Ahhh... Save ! Anyone! Please help —I’m going to die!"
Outside.
A man was fleeing frantically, with a massive horde of Earth Demons swarming behind him. Their sheer numbers were overwhelming, and each step they took caused the ground to tremble violently.
For Wang Zheng, it was practically a nightmare. He had co to the Earth Demon Plains to gather Ghost Spring Grass, which only grew there. But no sooner had he picked a single sprig than he noticed the ground shaking. Initially thinking it was an earthquake, he turned to look into the distance—but was terrified to the core by the countless dark shapes. His soul nearly fled his body, and his courage almost split in two.
At that mont...
Lin Fan poked his head outside to take a look, wanting an idea of how many Earth Demons were out there. He was itching for a fight, eager to slay so demons as soon as his cultivation had finished.
But when he saw the scene outside, he froze in shock.
Soon, Wang Zheng also spotted the head poking out ahead of him—it was a person...
"Fellow cultivator up there! Run quickly, or you’ll die!"
Damn it!
What the hell was going on? Where did so many Earth Demons co from?
Earlier, he boasted about dealing with an incoming wave of ten thousand Earth Demons, but it was just bravado—he didn’t actually an it. Now, the reality before him seed all too genuine.
Still, he couldn’t help but want to slaughter this crowd of Earth Demons.
Unfortunately, the current circumstances wouldn’t allow it. With the number of Earth Demons outside, a single wave of them hitting would turn this area into rubble without a single blade of grass left behind.
Hiding out in a cave was utterly pointless.
Run!
Without hesitation, Lin Fan left the cave, bolting into the distance. Never mind his hundred-plus years of mana—if he ended up in the middle of that Earth Demon tide, he too would be torn apart in re monts, reduced to absolutely nothing.
"Fellow cultivator, why are you here?" Wang Zheng caught up to him. Though panic was evident in his expression, seeing soone else facing this horrifying ordeal alongside him brought an inexplicable calm to his heart. It felt comforting knowing he wasn’t facing this terror alone.
"Your sister’s a fellow cultivator! Who the hell are you?" Lin Fan retorted sharply. He’d just finished his cultivation and ended up dealing with this madness—a nightmare co to life. He genuinely wanted to know what kind of bad luck had brought this guy here.
Wang Zheng, panting heavily, replied, "Fellow cultivator, how can you curse soone like that?"
"So what if I curse you? What are you going to do about it? You’re the one who brought a horde of Earth Demons here! Couldn’t you run anywhere else? Did you do this on purpose? Got a grudge against or sothing?" Lin Fan shot him an icy glare, then glanced back at the shadowy tide behind them. My god—this was leaving no room to live. He had no idea how to shake off these Earth Demons.
Wang Zheng said, "Fellow cultivator, you’ve misunderstood. We’ve never crossed paths before; how could I have any grudges with you? I’m completely innocent—just gathering Spirit Grass when I ca across this Earth Demon tide. I ended up passing by your location, and you got caught in the crossfire."
"But don’t worry—the heavens favor the good. We’ll make it through this alive."
That was pure self-comfort.
Lin Fan really wanted to stab Wang Zheng then and there. This guy caused all the trouble and now dragged him into it, talking nonsense the entire ti.
Live, my ass.
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