Chapter 2460 Immortal Cultivator
And ahead at the end.
It was the mighty Yangtze River, where a dilapidated bamboo raft lay, as if illuminating the path he had taken.
He slowly turned around.
Reeds sway in the wind, snow and wind forever bury loyal bones.
Still, no one came to see him off.
Yet it was as if countless loyal souls from all the heavens were seeing him off. He cultivated here, and as he walked out of here, he was filled with uncertainty about the future. He didn't know what kind of attitude or identity he should adopt to truly be worthy of stepping into this land where he had cultivated in his youth.
Wow!
Wang Qicang lightly waved his robes and slowly bowed, "Bang!" He kowtowed heavily, performing the grand ceremony of the immortals, respecting only the sages and elders, not the powerful figures of the heavens.
distance.
That was a dilapidated stone staircase at the windy pass between the mountains.
Old Ye stood quietly, wearing an old armor that was already tattered beyond recognition.
The snow and wind tore his white hair into disarray, like the last remaining flag on a battlefield.
He gazed silently at the young man who had cultivated for 30,000 years in the Ye family's ancestral land, but at this moment, his eyes were clouded with tears, though it didn't seem as if he was looking at Wang Qicang.
Instead, they were looking at the last generation of the Ye family from ancient times.
After achieving success in their cultivation, they crossed the river and left the mountains one by one. Some looked back, some rushed on without looking back, some left their final words here, some bid farewell to their ancestors here, and some led only three hundred soldiers to march to the borders of the three thousand immortal realms.
But how can this be considered the end of an era...?
That was unprecedented...
The Ye family's glorious era, unprecedented and unparalleled, saw those who truly embodied the boundless and expansive Daoist spirit—the cultivators of immortality!
this moment.
In his eyes, the figures of countless Ye family members rushing towards him back then seemed to be crashing into the body of that Wang family boy. It was as if his eyes were too blurry, causing him to hallucinate, but he seemed to see it.
The moment Wang Qicang bid farewell.
Old Master Ye spoke slowly, his voice hoarseer than the wind and snow:
“Remember—if there is no way out, then tread on our bones and our spirit, and walk your own path.”
He raised his hand, pointing to the endless snow-covered land:
"If one day you stand at the pinnacle of the world, you need not bring fame to my Ye family, nor need you cry out for justice for the loyal bones of countless races—"
"Just don't let your journey here for spiritual practice be in vain."
After saying this, Elder Ye bent his back slightly, as if bowing to his comrades and loyal souls from ancient times, or as if entrusting the rest of his life to the young cultivator in front of him.
But his last words were as light as if they were drifting in from the snow:
"Go ahead..."
As Elder Ye's voice faded, the snow seemed to grow even colder.
Wang Qicang's back trembled slightly.
It wasn't a tremor of emotion, but rather that the words crashed heavily into my chest, like 30,000 years of silence being suddenly unveiled, revealing a heart that was still slowly beating inside.
He didn't look up, nor did he sigh.
He slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles digging into his palms so tightly that blood almost seeped out.
Snow fell on his back and shoulders.
His entire figure was so heavy that it resembled a lone pine tree frozen in the depths of winter.
But his spine was straighter than the snow-covered rocks.
These words from Elder Ye left a very deep mark on his heart.
Wang Qicang's breathing became heavy, yet steady.
My heartbeat was slightly erratic, but it returned to normal in an instant.
He slowly raised his head.
His face still bore the thinness, calmness, and restraint he had shown before his departure.
Only that one inch of extremely deep light in the depths of the pupils—
It was as if he had taken all of Elder Ye's words and internalized them. After a moment, he solemnly kowtowed for the third time.
The voice was not loud, but clear and steady.
"I would like to be taught."
His back seemed to straighten a bit more.
At that moment, it was as if someone had placed the entire past of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms on his shoulders, and he—silently carried it on his back.
Then he stood up.
He didn't look at Old Master Ye again.
Because he knew that looking back would be a sign of weakness on his path to immortality.
He simply straightened his book basket, stepped onto the vast river, and walked towards the tiny bamboo raft.
River journey.
His figure remained still, yet he moved with the flow of the river and the terrain as if by teleportation, leaving behind countless afterimages. This mere Qi Refining cultivator was actually using the Qi of heaven and earth to cross the river; his movement technique was incredibly profound.
Five years later.
Wang Qicang once again ventured into the desolate world.
Boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, sand and stones flew, and the raging torrent of qi and blood was causing fluctuations in the essence of heaven and earth.
Wang Qicang's eyes narrowed slightly. He lacked divine sense and couldn't see clearly into the distance, but judging from the essence of heaven and earth, it was two colossal beasts locked in combat. For the essence of heaven and earth to fluctuate so terrifyingly, they must be legendary ancient ferocious beasts...
Legend has it that this beast's adult body reaches the heavens and the earth, making it one of the true savage beasts of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms. Its bloodline has been passed down for thousands of years, making it a true 'immortal beast race'.
He rode the air on a bamboo raft, heading towards that place.
Roar~~~!
The earth roared, and a colossal beast suddenly leaped up from the ground, blotting out the sky and the sun. Dust billowed, and endless rubble shot in all directions, and a huge shadow instantly spread and enveloped everything.
The heavens and earth were filled with the raging winds.
The wind made Wang Qicang's cloak flutter loudly. He calmly glanced to the side, where the giant beast looked down, its bloodthirsty eyes also noticing this tiny Qi Refining stage creature.
At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to stand still.
Countless sharp stones pierced through Wang Qicang's eyes and body, but strangely, not a single stone actually hit him.
In the air, the giant eye moved rapidly.
It blew a breath, carrying a murderous intent and a contempt that could easily erase such a weak creature.
Bang!
Rumble...
A blood-red storm suddenly erupted from the earth, shaking the mountains and forests, and countless spirit birds scattered in panic.
After the turmoil.
On the ground lay a gigantic and lifeless spirit beast—a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, the Azure Tiger of the Mist Land...!
Blood gradually seeped out from under the corpse. Wu Lu Qinghu died with his eyes wide open, his pupils still showing the last trace of fear before his death. The cause of death: the immortal spiritual energy in his body was forcibly shattered, resulting in an instant kill.
The shadow of the enormous corpse was cast.
There still stands a tiny figure there, who actually uses this beast to refine pills!
He slightly raised his hand, gathering his energy into the blade, and extracted the essence and flesh of the beast as sustenance for his future journey. His swordsmanship was slow and precise, and he tore through the flesh of a Mahayana-stage spirit beast with his energy blade as if it were effortless.
"This beast differs somewhat from the description in the Illustrated Compendium of Myriad Races."
Wang Qicang's gaze was solemn, showing great respect for this 'hard-won' rations. Originally, he only planned to find the corpses of the ferocious beasts that had fought here to use as rations, but now he no longer needed to go to such lengths.
He knew the map of the Wilderness Realm by heart and knew the direction of his home. Although it was a bit far, it was not a problem. He just needed to solve the problem of food in advance.
Many elixirs are poisonous.
Regular use is not recommended.
Only these cultivators of all races who refine the essence of heaven and earth are the best natural food choice.
He didn't have a big appetite; this amount of essence and flesh was enough to keep him full until he got home.
