I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The Longevity Dao Fruit is Zhou Yi’s greatest confidence.

No matter how poor the talent or how harsh the environment, as long as one lived, there’d be a day when immortality could be attained.

Nowadays, in this age of the ultimate decline of cultivation, "I alone possess the law" was Zhou Yi’s second greatest confidence, otherwise he would not dare to actively interfere with the course of history, preferring to hide in Kunlun Cave Heaven and cultivate in seclusion for a thousand years.

"Are there still Spiritual Objects left in the world? Impossible!"

"After a thousand years, even the Formation that seals Spiritual Objects would be hard to maintain; it must be a new source of Spiritual Energy."

Zhou Yi’s brow furrowed slightly, this matter had to be clarified as it concerned how he would act in the future.

At night.

Gufang Studio.

Shopkeeper Gu had a strange dream where he relived the transaction from a few days ago once again in his dream.

Dream Entering Formula.

A secret Buddhist Divine Skill that reads minds, it inflicts far less harm on the souls of mortals than the Soul Searching Technique.

Zhou Yi’s face showed a strange look, never expecting that Shopkeeper Gu, who was always friendly and smiling, was actually the leader of a tomb-robbing gang across continents.

"The copper pot comes from an ancient tomb in Qiong Continent!"

Clouds formed under his feet, transforming into a streak of escape light and flying westward.

Qiong Continent.

Under the rule of the Ghost King Sect a thousand years ago, it was once a blessed land of green mountains and rivers for cultivation; now without the nourishment of Spiritual Energy, it had become dry and rainless year-round, completely turning into a desert.

With the collapse of the nation, the population gathered near the oases, forming tribes.

The rise of Da Zhou technology, the mining of coal, and the increased value of oil, for example, brought back some vitality to Qiong Continent.

"Green Ghost Tribe."

Zhou Yi stood in the clouds, looking down at the settlement of thousands of people situated at the foot of a mountain range, with a river running through it.

The tribe was pitch black without any light; after flying for just two days, it felt like he had traveled back in time several hundred years to an old rural village.

His Divine Sense swept over and quickly found the elder who had dealt with Shopkeeper Gu, the elder of the Green Ghost Tribe.

His escape light descended into the elder’s home. Unlike the surrounding sandstone buildings, the house was completely built with green bricks. There was also an oil-powered generator in the courtyard, chattering away and providing cooling for the house through air conditioning.

Dream Entering Technique.

Zhou Yi read the elder’s memories, learning that last year’s snowmelt caused a landslide, revealing the Nameless ancient tomb within.

The elder led people to thoroughly excavate the tomb and transported it to the border of Da Zhou to be sold to the artifact dealer Shopkeeper Gu, including a bronze pot whose authenticity could not be discerned.

The pot was not meant for storing wine, but was a treasure named Four Seas Pot, which normally stored boundless water and could unleash the might of flooding oceans during a fight!

"First, let’s take a look at that ancient tomb."

Zhou Yi flew to the mountainside where the ancient tomb was and found soldiers armed with guns on guard at the entrance. He knocked out an Invisibility Technique to enter.

The tomb chamber was already empty; even the ancient paintings on the walls had been peeled off and transported to Da Zhou for sale.

"I’ve found it!"

Zhou Yi’s figure flickered, appearing in the center of the main chamber and then descending tens of feet down, where he discovered a faint Spiritual Energy continuously emanating.

The Four Seas Pot, once a treasure, had activated its internal prohibitions after being nourished by Spiritual Energy, leaving traces behind.

"Is this... a Spirit Vein?"

Approximately three inches long, clear as water and wriggling like an earthworm, it drilled in and out of the rocks.

According to the classics, this indeed matched the characteristics of a Spirit Vein, but even the lowest grade, the yellow grade, stretched for a hundred miles. A Spirit Vein as faint and fine as this had never been heard of.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged near the Spirit Vein, staring at it without blinking.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

The Spirit Vein had grown about an inch, and the Spiritual Energy it radiated had also increased accordingly.

"With such a growth rate, when could it ever reach the yellow grade? Moreover, a yellow grade is only sufficient for Solidifying Pill. Those below the yellow grade would max out at Foundation Establishment!"

Zhou Yi formed a spell with his hands, attempting to draw the Spirit Vein into them, but found that space itself slightly trembled. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Spirit Vein didn’t move at all, seemingly weak but connected to the void, far beyond the forceful manipulation of someone in the Golden Core Realm.

"So, will a Spirit Vein appear here in a few hundred or thousand years? Perhaps it won’t take that long, after all, the growth of a Spirit Vein spreads outwards; the larger it becomes, the faster it grows!"

Zhou Yi stared for a long time, with lightning flashing at his fingertips, and a thunderous boom struck the Spirit Vein.

Hum!

The four-inch long Spirit Vein shattered instantly, strands of pure Spiritual Energy dissipated, all of which Zhou Yi absorbed cleanly.

Looking back, the Spirit Vein had disappeared without a trace.

"This is too fragile!"

Zhou Yi’s face turned slightly embarrassed, he had tried to hold back as much as possible, but he left with a shake of his head, turning into a streak of escaping light.

...

Pawnshop.

Half a year unreturned.

A layer of dust had settled inside the house, along with a few thief’s footprints.

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and it instantly became as clean as new, not bothering with the petty thieves, pulled out a jade slip and began to record and analyze what he had obtained from this journey.

"The world is beginning to revive, and in as short as three to four hundred years, or as long as over a thousand years, a Golden Elixir True Monarch could appear. It would take even longer for the real appearance though, after all, the Cultivation Techniques are fragmented, lost..."

"Judging from the location of that tomb, the initial position of the Spirit Veins should be in a feng shui treasure spot..."

"The location of the ancestral vein still needs to be explored!"

Zhou Yi, who had cultivated in hiding during the era of declining magic and martial arts, had broken through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm in the Eastern Sea a hundred years ago.

After a thousand years of accumulation, breaking through came as naturally as water flows into a channel, yet the change in strength was not obvious, and even less significant than having cultivated a Stellar Body.

"If I cut off another ancestral vein and use the growth of the building wood Spiritual Energy, perhaps I can reach the peak of the Golden Core. The ancestral vein, even though it differs from ordinary Spirit Veins, given its weakness at birth, I might still be able to destroy it!"

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky, realizing that this act could truly be considered going against the heavens, and he did not know if it would succeed.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Honored One!"

"I’ve been at ease for too long in my secluded cultivation during this declining era, and have developed attachments and concerns for gain and loss. Whether cutting off the ancestral vein succeeds or fails, I will not be insistent!"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and put away the jade slip, returning to retreat in Kunlun Cave Heaven to cultivate the Tai Xuan Jing while absorbing Spiritual Energy.

The speed at which the world was reviving exceeded Zhou Yi’s expectations. He had thought it would take two to three thousand years, giving him enough time to reach the peak of the Golden Core and then break through to the Nascent Soul with the help of newly born spiritual objects during the revival.

"An earlier revival doesn’t matter, I’ve spent two thousand years in arduous cultivation pursuing the Dao, am I not able to outdo a few youngsters?"

Zhou Yi suddenly thought of Xuan Xiao’s Contrary Slash to Transform Divinity and his expression unconsciously became rigid, silently chanting the Heart Sutra to suppress his competitive heart.

"The era belongs to the young, eternity belongs to me!"

...

The next day.

The pawnshop opened.

Zhou Yi greeted familiar customers, claiming he had returned to his hometown to visit relatives, and re-arranged the formation at the entrance.

Any emergence of Spiritual Energy on the street would immediately send a message.

"The whereabouts of the graves of nobles and dignitaries are often in feng shui treasure spots, blending into the antique trade to listen for news was truly the right choice. However, the antique trade belongs to the people, and it is not sensitive to the movements of the Imperial Court, I still need an official identity!"

Zhou had some ideas in mind, but he was not in a rush to implement them. Even if the revival of Spirit Veins was fast, it would still take two to three hundred years.

He took out his phone that had not been used for a year from his storage bag, only to discover upon leaving Cloud Continent that there was absolutely no communication signal, rendering it completely useless like a brick.

He logged into his account, the beeping sound was incessant.

Zhou Yi had less than ten friends, and after scanning the messages with his Divine Sense, he read through them quickly, replying one by one to report safety.

Xiao Ran had sent the most messages, initially about acquiring a counterfeit antique from a classmate, unable to contact Zhou Yi repeatedly, assuming he was in closed-door cultivation for martial practice.

Latterly, Xiao Ran contacted him once a month, until sending dozens of messages three days ago consecutively.

"True Monarch, do you believe in ghosts in this world?"

"I really saw one, and I punched it to pieces, but no one believes me!"

"That ghost lingers on Line 7, I’ve seen it again, and I’ve scattered it again!"

"They all say I’m having hallucinations and even asked me to see a psychiatrist. Damn it, I’m not sick..."

Xiao Ran sent dozens of messages in a row, both text and voice, with an urgent and intense tone, obviously scared by the ghostly entity, having his worldview shattered and yet being doubted by everyone.