Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

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If she was on the verge of the Core Formation Realm, even without a Golden Pill, she was confident she had a forty to fifty percent chance of breaking through on her own.

But no one knew how boundless her ambitions were.

What she pursued was not merely the Core Formation Realm, but the legendary Path of the Golden Core.

She once saw a piece of legacy left by True Man Bai Yue. Although it was just a brief record, it contained a vital sentence.

The Path of Golden Core is the way to immortal ascension.

A real immortal!

Who would have imagined that a mere cultivator recently breaking through the Foundation Establishment Realm, upon reading this sentence, would conceive such wild ambitions to ascend to immortality? Even True Man Bai Yue had no idea.

Immortality was a far-off goal.

After another day, Fairy Fengling calmed her thoughts and focused her mind. Holding the Phoenix Blood Stone, she started to cultivate and refine this supreme treasure.

Half a year later.

“Boom!”

Fairy Fengling was consumed by a boundless flame, as if her flesh, blood were on fire. In just a moment, her high-grade vestment robe could no longer endure and began to appear as if it would melt.

Sensing this, Fairy Fengling was surprised and quickly put her vestment robe back into her Dantian.

As the endless fire engulfed her, ear-piercing cries echoed throughout the heavens and earth: “screech!”

A moment later.

It seemed as if a majestic blood phoenix soared up into the sky and disappeared in a blink of an eye. No one knew that a blood phoenix had emerged into the river of time, causing a splash of water.

Crash.

Hum!

The immense legacy suddenly surfaced. The venerable Fairy Fengling at the zenith of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm could barely stand it and collapsed to the ground in a faint, her body going limp.

Somewhere else.

Inside a palace, Luo Qianyu was looking at a skeletal figure holding a sword in front of her. This skeleton appeared frail, but even after countless years, it still stood tall and resolute, seemingly imbued with an indomitable spirit that had not faded or dissipated over the endless ages.

Feeling this overwhelming will, Luo Qianyu’s consciousness was trembling, and her body was shaking. Her pupils slowly dilated, and her complexion grew more and more pale.

Half a month later, the invisible pressure seemed to disappear instantly.

“Thump!”

Luo Qianyu knelt down on one knee, her tone absolutely sincere, “Junior Luo Qianyu respectfully requests the predecessor’s legacy!”

Hum!

The sword under the skeleton hand, which looked like a decaying bone, issued the first sword cry in countless years. Then the dust layers fell off the sword, revealing a blade as pure as white jade.

Whoosh!

The next moment, the sword turned into a ray of light that shot into Luo

Qianyu’s forehead.

“The Swordsman, Bai Ying.”

Just as Luo Qianyu learned the name of the sword, a violent burst of golden sword Qi erupted as if it were going to tear her body apart.

Luo Qianyu’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed in the palace.

In one corner of the Secret Realm.

A robed figure, Taoist Shuhai, was looking at the Demon Turtle the size of a palm following behind him. He was panting heavily, and finally too out of breath to keep going, raised his hands in resignation: “I, I give up!”

The Demon Turtle snickered: “You should have submitted earlier. You’ve got fortune on your side, lad. With me to guide you along, you’ll be swimming in good luck.”

Taoist Shuhai looked at the turtle with a straight face, finding it bewildering. He sensed no aura from the Demon Turtle whose shell was so strong it bore not a mark from his superior magical artifacts.

Although he used up every godspeed talisman and ground-penetrating talisman in his attempt to run away, he just couldn’t shake the Demon Turtle off.

It could talk — it must have been a member of the Demon Clan.

But why hasn’t this demon inflicted any injury on him and instead insisted on recruiting him as a follower?

To think that he, a direct disciple of the great Lunar Palace, had fallen to the point of serving a Demon Turtle the size of a palm, Taoist Shuhai looked up at the sky in speechless consternation. He was on the verge of tears, but he forced them back.

He couldn’t cry. At least he hadn’t died yet.

Damn.

He must not give the turtle a chance. Otherwise, he would – sneak away!

He didn’t believe it. If he returns to the great Lunar Palace, would this creature dare to follow him?

However, he who originally couldn’t find any opportunities, found a top-grade magical artifact after the Demon Turtle led him for a half day. Taoist Shuhai was tempted to worship the turtle and he nearly cried. Dear lord, it’s the divine turtle.

Afterwards, he excitedly followed the Demon Turtle, looking for opportunities.

He was so excited that even if someone forced him to leave, he wouldn’t!

In a valley.

Huang Shengyi of the Huang Family and Jiang Baiyu of the Jiang Family were being chased by several high-grade, second-tier magical beasts and were making a desperate escape. With the chase closing in on them, they dove into a deep pool in the valley and swam deep down.

After dodging their pursuers, and discovering an underwater tunnel from the bottom of the pool, they swiftly swam through the tunnel to escape.

Until they accidentally stumbled into an underground cavern, inside of which, they discovered two skeletons intertwined together in an unusual pose.

But at that moment, Huang Shengyi and Jiang Baiyu’s eyes widened in surprise: “An opportunity?”

Immediately, they rushed forward, however, they only found a jade slip after flipping over both skeletons.

Jiang Baiyu disappointingly sent his divine sense into it, and a vast amount of legacy knowledge flooded his mind. After a long while, Jiang Baiyu opened his eyes, his pupils slightly red, and his eyes filled with astonishment..