I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

The matter of ascension was settled, and the celebration was to be organized by the Heaven Patching Sect Leader.

Zhou Yi looked towards the several Human Immortals and Demon Saints, smiling as he said, “Poor Dao has broken through as a Human Immortal, becoming a rare match in this world. Why not engage in a friendly combat before my ascension?”

Before becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi vigorously studied divine skills and magic techniques, yet he rarely engaged in combative sparring.

After becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi suddenly looked back and realized that there were hardly any opponents left in the world. Those who would ascend would do so, while those meant to pass away would meet their end. Without strife or struggle, he had become an unparalleled existence in this realm.

After sixteen thousand years of arduous cultivation, he had yet to even test his skills, and suddenly felt as though he had wasted his time for nothing!

“Good, good, good!”

Sun Changsheng was always fond of excitement, flipping through the air multiple times before landing above the vault of heaven.

Yang Xuan said, “Then let the second brother go first. The loser steps down, and the winner continues.”

“Excellent!”

Zhou Yi’s figure flashed, landing a hundred miles away from Sun Changsheng, and he expelled a sky-full of divine winds from his mouth.

Colorless, formless, boundless, and endless!

The gale swept through, tearing the void asunder, turning the entire firmament into a pitch-black chaos, as if a huge swath of the heavens had been torn away.

“What divine skill!”

Sun Changsheng’s gaze grew sharp, and his smile slowly faded, as he realized that the strength of his newly-advanced third junior brother as a Human Immortal far exceeded expectations.

The God-Beating Stick suddenly appeared in his hand, thrusting towards the innate divine winds, feeling an endless force sweeping towards him, blowing Sun Changsheng several hundred miles away in the sky.

“My underlings, lend me a hand!”

Sun Changsheng grabbed a handful of monkey hairs and blew them out, transforming them into forty-eight thousand monkeys, each wielding a red stick.

Supported by his seemingly endless mana, Sun Changsheng’s God-Beating Stick stretched ten thousand zhang, even taller than the Heavenly Mountain, sweeping across the vault of heaven and shattering the divine wind.

“Such a group beating is truly lacking in martial virtue!”

Zhou Yi sensed that each of the forty-eight thousand monkeys was at the Divinity Transformation Realm. They were not only born from the same origin as Sun Changsheng, but even if they formed a formation on their own, they could join forces to trap a Human Immortal.

“Poor Dao is also skilled at overcoming the many with the few!”

Zhou Yi once again unleashed the innate divine wind, but it no longer remained formless and invisible. Suddenly, the winds transformed into seven colors.

Each strand of color represented a layer of divine skill, each ray of light stood for a magic technique.

Sun Changsheng’s gaze grew solemn. His body grew against the wind, expanding into a giant god ten thousand zhang tall, with his feet on the Heavenly Mountain and his head brushing against the Qing Tian, holding the God-Beating Stick against the colorful divine light.

Boom, boom, boom—

The relentless sound of thunder echoed in the sky, as Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng were locked in a standoff, directly competing in their mana.

After a long while.

Sun Changsheng’s figure flickered, landing ten thousand miles away. He reverted to his four-foot stature and stored the God-Beating Stick in his ear, repeatedly saying, “I, Old Sun, have lost. The third brother is excessively formidable!”

“Thank you for yielding, second brother!”

Zhou Yi bowed in thanks, knowing that if they truly exhausted their efforts in a contest of mana, it could take ten to twenty years to yield a result.

The mana of a Human Immortal is almost boundless. Once exhausted, the cultivation technique and Divine Sense would be put to work, easily absorbing the spiritual energy within ten thousand miles into their body, much faster than any Spirit Pill could restore.

Moo!

The Ox King shook its head gently, willingly admitting defeat.

Yang Xuan said helplessly, “With third brother’s strength like this, I’d rather not embarrass myself.”

Qing Lian said, “The Technique and Spell Study that the master has shown is so profound that even a True Immortal cannot compare. As a disciple, I’m thoroughly ashamed!”

Zhou Yi retracted the colorful divine light and flew back to the Mystic Iron Observatory from the firmament.

“Poor Dao has simply lived longer, integrating all the technique and spell studies that I have learned, which naturally evolved into the divine light of myriad laws. A True Immortal who dedicates a few thousand years to deep contemplation can also cultivate it. There’s nothing mysterious about it!”

Qing Lian was taken aback, at a loss for words for a moment.

True Immortals have long lifespans, but they are not blessed with everlasting immortality. Most of their lifespan of twenty thousand years is spent on cultivation, leaving no time to ponder over magic techniques for thousands of years!

…

Time goes by, with the cycles of the moon and the alternation of the seasons.

A year later.

The grand ceremony for Human Immortals began.

The Heaven Patching Sect retracted its protective formation, and the Heavenly Mountain materialized in the mundane world, enabling all monks and mortals who arrived to enter and attend the banquet.

The mountain was filled with pavilions, each pavilion hosting a banquet, stretching for thousands of miles.

At this moment.

The immortals were no longer lofty and unapproachable. They mingled with mortals, sitting at the tables, drinking and chatting away.

Once the alcohol kicked in, one started to gripe about the harsh heavenly laws, another cursed corrupt officials; though their words seemed unrelated, in essence, their hearts bore no difference.

————– Wait a moment for the refresh. There are two more days this month, I really can’t keep up with this damn full attendance anymore, it’s driving me mad!

After sixteen thousand years of arduous cultivation, he had yet to even test his skills, and suddenly felt as though he had wasted his time for nothing!

“Good, good, good!”

Sun Changsheng was particularly fond of liveliness, and with several somersaults, his form landed above the sky dome.

Yang Xuan said, “Then let Second Brother go first, the loser steps down, the winner stays on.”

“Very good!”

Zhou Yi’s figure flashed, landing a hundred miles away from Sun Changsheng, and he spat out a sky full of divine wind.

Colorless and formless, boundless and endless!

Wherever the wild wind swept through, the void shattered, and the entire sky dome turned into pitch-black chaos, as if someone had torn down a large piece of the heavens.

“What divine skills!”

Sun Changsheng’s gaze grew focused, his smile slowly fading, as his younger brother’s newly attained human immortal strength vastly exceeded his expectations.

The God-Beating Stick suddenly appeared in his hand, striking towards the Innate divine wind, only to feel an infinite and boundless force sweeping over, sending Sun Changsheng tumbling hundreds of miles through the sky.

“Lads, lend me a hand!”

Sun Changsheng grabbed a handful of monkey hairs and blew them out, transforming into forty-eight thousand monkeys, each wielding a red stick.

Under the blessing of boundless and endless mana, the God-Beating Stick in Sun Changsheng’s hands stretched ten thousand zhang, even taller than the Heavenly Mountain by several measures, sweeping across the sky dome and shattering the divine wind.

“Such a group fight, isn’t that a bit lacking in martial virtue!”

Zhou Yi sensed those forty-eight thousand monkeys, each at the Divinity Transformation Realm, not to mention being of the same origin as Sun Changsheng; even if they formed a formation on their own, they could work together to trap a human immortal.

“I, too, excel at overcoming the few with the many!”

Zhou Yi once again deployed the Innate divine wind, but it was no longer formless, the wild wind suddenly turned into seven colors.

A strand of color represented a layer of divine skills, a ray of light was a spell.

Sun Changsheng’s gaze became solemn, his body swelling against the wind into a ten-thousand-zhang tall giant god, with his feet on Heavenly Mountain and his head beneath Qing Tian, grasping the God-Beating Stick to block the seven-colored divine light.

Boom—

The unending sound of thunder roared in the sky, as Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng held each other in a stalemate, directly competing in mana.

After a long while.

Sun Changsheng flickered and landed ten thousand miles away, shrinking back to four feet, and put away his God-Beating Stick into his ear, repeatedly saying, “I, Old Sun, have lost, Little Brother is too formidable!”

“Thank you for going easy on me, Second Brother!”

Zhou Yi clasped his hands in thanks; to truly exert his strength in a mana competition would take ten or twenty years to determine a winner.

The mana of a human immortal is nearly boundless and endless, and after consumption, the cultivation technique and Divine Sense operate to easily draw spiritual energy from within ten thousand miles into the body, faster than any Spirit Pill can restore.

Moo!

The yellow ox shook its head slightly, conceding defeat.

Yang Xuan said helplessly, “With Third Brother’s strength like this, I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

Qing Lian said, “Disciple is deeply ashamed that even a True Immortal cannot compare to the Technique and Spell Study that Master has shown!”

Zhou Yi retracted the seven-colored divine light and flew back to the Mystic Iron Observatory from the sky dome.

“I have merely lived longer, integrating what I’ve learned in Technique and Spell Study, and naturally it has transformed into the divine light of myriad spells. A True Immortal, earnestly contemplating for a few thousand years, could also cultivate it; there is nothing mysterious about it!”

Qing Lian was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.

The lifespan of a True Immortal is long, but it’s not everlasting immortality; most of their twenty thousand years of life are spent in cultivation, leaving not much time to ponder spells!

…

Days and months revolved; spring went, and winter came.

A year later.

The Human Immortal Ceremony began.

Heaven Patching Sect retracted the protective formation, and Heavenly Mountain manifested in the world, allowing all the cultivators and mortals who came to attend the banquet.

The mountain was dotted with pavilions, each pavilion with a banquet set up, stretching over a thousand miles.

At this time.

The immortals were no longer aloof, mingling with mortals, sitting at the tables drinking and conversing.

Under the influence of alcohol, one ranted about the strictness of heavenly laws, another cursed corrupt officials. It seemed like disparate conversations, but in essence, their hearts were not so different.

…

Days and months revolved; spring went, and winter came.

A year later.

The Human Immortal Ceremony began.

Heaven Patching Sect retracted the protective formation, and Heavenly Mountain manifested in the world, allowing all the cultivators and mortals who came to attend the banquet.

The mountain was dotted with pavilions, each pavilion with a banquet set up, stretching over a thousand miles.

At this time.

The immortals were no longer aloof, mingling with mortals, sitting at the tables drinking and conversing.

Under the influence of alcohol, one ranted about the strictness of heavenly laws, another cursed corrupt officials. It seemed like disparate conversations, but in essence, their hearts were not so different.

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