Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The immortal embryo in Mr. You's hand was not large, only about the size of a palm.

However, the size of an immortal artifact nurtured and forged from an immortal embryo actually had nothing to do with the physical size of the embryo itself.

Take the two immortal artifacts of Mirage Palace as an example.

Back then, the immortal embryo that Mirror Moon Realman used to nurture the Abyssal Tower was far smaller in volume than the one he used for the Thousand Clouds Blade.

Yet the actual size of the Abyssal Tower, standing nearly a hundred zhang tall, was tens of thousands of times larger than that delicate Thousand Clouds Blade.

Compared to the size of the immortal embryo, what mattered more was its purity.

An immortal embryo was the joint creation of the dao rhyme of heaven and the laws of heaven and earth. With Chenping Continent spanning tens of millions of li in every direction, at most only one immortal embryo could be born every hundred thousand years.

"To be honest, I've roamed Chenping Continent for so many years, yet I've never possessed a single immortal artifact. High-grade magic treasures, on the other hand, I've had countless numbers of them."

As he spoke, Mr. You fell silent for a moment, as if beginning to recall something, then raised his head to gaze at the coiling-dragon jade pillars in Du Cang Hall:

"Actually, around seventy thousand years ago, I also obtained an immortal embryo through a stroke of serendipity. Originally, I planned to wait until I broke through to the second realm above Ascending to Immortality, the realm you now call the Uncarved Simplicity Realm, before beginning to forge and nurture it. But after being targeted by 'that existence,' I could only set it aside for the time being."

Hearing this, Chen Yan's brows raised slightly, but he said nothing.

"Later, when I woke up again in Fusheng City, roughly eight thousand years ago, that immortal embryo had mysteriously disappeared."

Mr. You continued.

"That is quite bizarre."

Chen Yan echoed in agreement.

"After all, it was an immortal embryo that takes a hundred thousand years to produce just one. To have it vanish like that naturally made me unwilling to let it go, so I began to calculate its whereabouts, and then I discovered that the Falling Star Sword in the hands of Falling Star Realman seemed to originate from the same source as my immortal embryo..."

As he spoke, Mr. You's gaze drifted toward Chen Yan almost imperceptibly:

"Now, how exactly does that work?"

"Master, what kind of immortal artifact do you wish to forge?"

Chen Yan ignored Mr. You's question and simply asked in return.

...

The Guardians of the Dao who were currently cultivating on Du Cang Mountain were, in fact, still disciples of their respective original cultivation sects. As such, Du Cang Mountain never imposed any restrictions on the comings and goings of these Guardians of the Dao.

After cultivating on Du Cang Mountain for over a year, He Qingling's cultivation had now reached the Peak Qi Sea Realm.

Although she seemed to be only one final step away from the Spirit Connection Realm, He Qingling had encountered a bottleneck here.

Faced with this situation, she went to consult two Grand Elders, one from the Supreme Martial Pacification Court of Kongshan Sect and one from the Supreme Martial Pacification Court of Star Heaven Sect, and both Grand Elders gave the same advice:

"Slow down a little, give yourself some time to rest."

He Qingling planned to return to Xuan Sheng Sect to adjust for a while.

She rented an extremely fast small ferry, one that could travel a hundred li in a single breath.

This was essentially equivalent to the flight speed of a Unity realm cultivator, and the cost of renting such a ferry was naturally considerable.

Flying from Du Cang Mountain to Xuan Sheng Sect would take roughly four to five days, and the spirit stones required to rent the ferry came to two hundred and fifty high-grade spirit stones.

At that price, one could almost buy half of an ordinary small ferry outright.

After returning to Xuan Sheng Sect, He Qingling did not linger too long within the sect, because she was truly tired of her father, He Chengjie, lecturing her about her cultivation.

Clearly, when her father was her age, he had only been a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.

As for where she went, it was naturally the capital of the Yunci Dynasty, Yun Capital.

Inside the Yulai Pavilion, located in the west of Yun Capital.

A young woman in a white dress sat behind a tea table in the main hall, listening to the storyteller vividly recounting the events that had taken place at the Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry.

It had only been a little over a year since the Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry had ended, so the tea patrons in the teahouse were all listening with great relish.

But He Qingling did not feel the same way.

As someone who had personally experienced the Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry, He Qingling naturally knew very well what had actually happened on Du Cang Mountain.

Yet much of what the storyteller was saying sounded strange.

Because it had simply never happened.

"On that day, upon the Myriad Laws Platform of Du Cang Mountain, the renowned Liang Qianbo of Wind Ravine Valley crossed paths in battle with Cao Zhi of the Lightning-Severing Sect during the Du Cang Mountain Dao Inquiry!"

The storyteller's voice suddenly rose:

"The Lightning-Severing Sect's thunder techniques are superb, known throughout the world. According to legend, only the thunder arts of Lingxiao Temple are a cut above, enough to suppress the Lightning-Severing Sect. And Cao Zhi's thunder techniques were even more heaven-shaking, earth-weeping. With but a single pointed finger, the boundless thunderlight instantly engulfed Liang Qianbo completely!"

"Excellent!"

Some tea patrons in the teahouse shouted their approval.

But He Qingling furrowed her brows slightly, because she had personally witnessed the duel between Liang Qianbo and Cao Zhi on the Myriad Laws Platform that day.

When two Spirit Connection realm cultivators fought, how could there possibly be boundless thunderlight on display?

What the storyteller was describing sounded more like two great powers of the Myriad Transformations Realm battling.

And the duel between Liang Qianbo and Cao Zhi had not been nearly as spectacular as the storyteller claimed. In fact, it had looked rather dull.

Because Cao Zhi was simply no match for Liang Qianbo. He hadn't even gained any opportunity to fight back before he was defeated.

"As the thunderlight dispersed, Liang Qianbo stood in place, not even a single corner of his robe dirtied in the slightest. Then Liang Qianbo opened his mouth and laughed, saying, 'Fellow Daoist Cao, fine thunder techniques indeed, worthy of being a disciple of the Lightning-Severing Sect'!"

The storyteller continued his vivid narration:

"And then, Liang Qianbo pointed out a single Cloud-Urging Finger, and Cao Zhi was sent flying sideways off the Myriad Laws Platform. Yet he ultimately landed steadily, and said with a wry smile toward Liang Qianbo, 'I concede. Fellow Daoist Liang's dao arts are truly exquisite'!"

"Excellent!"

The tea patrons in the teahouse cheered one after another.

"This Liang Qianbo really is strong, truly worthy of being one of the current 'Three Heroes of Spirit Connection' on Du Cang Mountain!"

"That Cao Zhi isn't bad either. Not only are his thunder techniques powerful, earning him Liang Qianbo's respect, but he also conducts himself with integrity. He's a true gentleman!"

Those discussions drifted into He Qingling's ears.

He Qingling sat on her chair with a blank expression, feeling that the storytelling she had once loved so much had suddenly become utterly tasteless.

Just how many spirit stones had the Lightning-Severing Sect stuffed into the Yulai Pavilion to make the storyteller here so shamelessly sing the praises of the Lightning-Severing Sect's thunder punishment and Cao Zhi?

He Qingling could not figure it out.

But compared to that, what puzzled her even more was, of the stories she had heard from the storyteller before, just how much was true, and how much was false.