In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: 430: Life and Death Rhy!

Late Nascent Soul stage!

Qingmingzi Chapter 1080: 430: Life and Death Rhy!

Late Nascent Soul stage!

Qingmingzi After burying his daughter Chen Yiran in the mortal town, Chen Dengming followed her last wish and handed over the managent of the dicine shop, Anxin Hall, to several of his apprentice pharmacists to continue treating and saving the people in the town.

Having done all this, Chen Dengming felt as if his spirit had attained another level of special enlightennt.

This kind of enlightennt was indescribable, ineffable.

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If he had to describe it, it was as if he had personally witnessed the entire life-to-death journeys of two lives closely related to himself, connected by blood.

He had taken part in their lives many tis, still rembering the ti he had angrily returned to Nanxun to save his two blood-forged children, the scenes of riding the Black Cloud Leopard with the two kids, and the scene at his son Chen Jing’s grand wedding…

All these mories seed like they happened only yesterday, vividly in his mind, now transforming into a baptism for his spirit.

These are the marks left in one’s heart by the passage of ti, as well as the enlightennt of life and death.

“Life…

death…”

In front of Longevity Hall, Chen Dengming looked up at the starry sky, his gaze reaching far to a teor streaking by, suddenly giving birth to an inexplicable insight in his heart that resonated with his soul.

Doesn’t the birth and extinction of a teor symbolize life and death, and the mont it streaks across the sky represent the lifeti in between, its dazzling trail etched in mory for a brief mont, the sum of its existence?

The fleeting life of mortals is like that of a teor, brief yet not necessarily ordinary.

Cultivators seek immortality, striving to be the enduring stars rather than fleeting teors, to embrace the moon for eternity, to ride with flying immortals in their travels.

When he tried to carefully grasp these insights, he felt as though they were slipping through his fingers.

He wasn’t aware that this was touching upon the Daoist Charm, an experience that even Divine Transformation realm Dao Monarchs might encounter.

Yet because his spiritual realm was so advanced, and given the perfect blend of circumstances, he managed to seize a hint of the Life and Death Daoist Charm.

Even though the level gap prevented him from fully grasping it, it had already planted a seed of the Daoist Charm deep within his soul, waiting for a certain catalyst in the future to grow and sprout.

After handling the affairs of his daughter’s passing, Chen Dengming entrusted the matters of the sect to He Yingyu and the Elders, while he himself continued to cultivate.

Since becoming Sect Leader, six to seven decades had passed.

Now the ti was ripe, Longevity Sect had completed the passing of the baton through generations.

Not to ntion the external protection by the three branches Evergreen, Changchun, and Changming, within which Qiu Feng himself was a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Even within the sect, He Yingyu was already at the threshold of Infant Formation, her power level even surpassing the forr Xing Huiguang.

Apart from the Nascent Soul ancestors, no one within Longevity Sect could match her.

According to the traditions of Longevity Sect, when the Sect Leader steps down, the Daoist successor takes over.

When the gateways of the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm opened, Chen Dengming planned to pass on his position to He Yingyu.

With He Yingyu and the four ancestors, including Xing Huiguang, guarding the sect’s gateways during these peaceful tis, it was completely secure.

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Months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the New Realm beyond the domains, controlled by the Demon Palace, a vast and empty platform was erected on the Demon Cultivation Star, levitating near the boundless outer space under the influence of powerful array forces.

Above that platform, Floating Islands hung suspended in the air.

Each Floating Island was embedded with a large Array Plate, together forming a significant formation.

The array’s power extended downwards, supporting the platform.

From afar, it resembled a giant, floating morning glory beyond the sky.

At this mont, nurous Cultivators from all directions gathered on the platform, arriving via Spirit Boats or riding Magic Treasures, clad in various shimring robes.

So were as elegant as cranes, others as bold as dragons, and so as mysterious as shadows, clearly representing different forces.

Among them, so traveled alone, but their presence was extraordinary, their cultivation profound and inscrutable, often drawing murmurs of awe and wary looks from those around them upon arrival.

The Spiritual Might emitted by thousands of Cultivators gathered there was already causing the air to beco stagnant, their breath drawing in the Spiritual Energy from below, swirling up like tides.

Such a gathering of powerful Cultivators from diverse forces on this platform in the sky above the Demon Star, the weakest among them being at the early stages of the Golden Core, was a sight to behold.

Among these thousands of people, there were more than fifty who were Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

This grand assembly surpassed even that of the ti when forces from beyond invaded the Four Regions, sparking curiosity about the event’s significance.

Among these thousands, so factions had arrived early, waiting for more than a month, yet none showed impatience.

It seed that the grand event that was about to take place was worth the wait.

Thus, another half-month went by.

Suddenly, at the center above the formation ford by the Floating Islands, streams of array force intertwine, coalescing into a hazy figure at the central Array Plate.

Within that figure, a Magic Treasure resembling a Star Disk flickered, projecting a vast expanse of land.

On that land, mountains rose and fell, forests stretched endlessly, the sky vast and the ground wide, creating an open and distant atmosphere.

Thin mists floated between the mountains like the breathing of a sleeping earth, or the surging of tumultuous waves.

Amidst the peaks and ridges, nurous ancient ruins swathed in a heavy grey mist looked like monunts abandoned by Immortal Spirits.

Many Cultivators on the platform gasped upon seeing the vast land projected above their heads.

“Is that the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm?”

“The Demon Lord summoned us here to wait earlier; is the ti for the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm to open nearly upon us?”

“We, the Heretic Immortals, face more restrictions and dangers in the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm the stronger we are.

But if we can plunder the Immortal Spirit Qi and comprehend ancient Immortal laws, it’s an unrivaled opportunity!”