Chapter 0001 Naming is Quite Troublesome

Yes, everything is still there

The young man shook his head and said, "Last time, someone brought a bunch of metal, claiming it was a rocket that could blow up stars, but in the end, they got their head blown off first; previously, there was someone with clothes similar to yours, claiming to be an immortal, who was completely devoured by the people of Little Horn Village, but it wasn't as exaggerated as you—after losing half their body, they still tried to play dead, almost scaring me to death!"

Four thousand years after the demise of the Hidden Lake Celestial, a Celestial has finally vowed to fulfill a millennium promise, intending to undergo tribulations and attain enlightenment under the March sky, thereby achieving an eternal immortal career. Upon the announcement, the Daoist realm was stirred, and countless true beings, true lords, and法皇 rushed to the scene. Even many reclusive Celestials secretly arrived at Tianji Peak, eager to witness the final outcome with their own eyes

You bastard, the sooner you leave, the better. If you want to go, why kill so many people below? Go die!

As the voice fell, a thousand bolts of purple lightning shot down from the sky. In an instant, the heavens were adorned with a brilliant radiance. Following this, an extraordinary phenomenon appeared in the sky, with a purple rainbow rising and piercing through the air, soaring straight into the nine heavens. Countless cultivators below erupted in cheers.

As the noise of commotion arose, a group of villagers resembling hunters, with coarse and unattractive features, spotted the presence of outsiders from a distance and hurried over. They gestured wildly, their eyes gleaming with malice, clearly harboring ill intentions. With their robust, ape-like physiques and thick bone clubs in hand, they appeared menacing in every way.

Ants, die

Regardless, this is a strange world. Before fully restoring my magical powers, I must first familiarize myself with this world, proceeding cautiously and thoughtfully. The first step in understanding this world is to start with these villagers. Although I am uncertain whether our languages can communicate, directly breaking open a skull to read memories is not without its merits... and - illustrations - books. Although I am uncertain whether our languages can communicate, directly breaking open a skull to read memories is not without its merits... and - illustrations - books

As this person appeared at the summit of Tianji Peak, the sky was filled with dense dark clouds, and thousands of purple lightning bolts surged, startling the heavens beyond the clouds. Countless cultivators below whispered among themselves

In a state of coma, there was no sensation; it was only upon awakening that I realized the pain throughout my body was beyond imagination. One eye could not be opened, and I feared I had gone blind. My left arm was gone, and everything below my waist had completely vanished. The injuries were grievous; even with the unparalleled celestial body of a heavenly being, in such a state, Peng Wanli could only acknowledge, both shocked and enraged, that I had little time left.

The Celestial Master successfully transcended the tribulation, transforming into a true immortal, and shattered the void to depart

After many years without news of him, I thought he had long since passed away. Unexpectedly, without a sound, he has actually ascended to the status of Celestial Sovereign. Five thousand years ago, at the age of nineteen, he ascended to the throne and became the Law Emperor, a prodigy of unparalleled talent, renowned as the foremost figure in the creation of the universe. However, he subsequently became stuck at the rank of Law Emperor and fell into silence. I had thought he had died a thousand years ago, but unexpectedly...

Casting aside this phrase, the Daoist, clad in a crane cloak and holding a whisk, adorned with a crown of sun, moon, and white lotus, gazes up at the myriad thunders in the sky. This will be the most significant moment of his life. If he successfully overcomes this tribulation, he will ascend from being a Celestial Master to a True Immortal, and even reach higher realms, paving the way for eternal paths.

What is going on? This...

My magical power

In the midst of contemplation, a sudden sound from behind startled him; someone was stealthily attacking from the rear with a blunt weapon resembling a club. Peng Wanli secretly scoffed at this clumsy ambush technique. Even if he were merely a practitioner at the Qi Refining stage, he would not be harmed, let alone at this moment when with just a thought, he could easily cleave the peasant behind him in half, sending the corpse flying a thousand miles away.

The path to immortality appears close yet stretches far; the road to becoming an immortal is fraught with difficulty. Even a million years ago, the ancient ancestor, unable to ascend, galloped into the void, and ten thousand years ago, the enlightened practitioner soared to the heavens on a sword. Since then, no cultivator has been granted such a chance for immortality. Even if someone is willing to risk complete annihilation, facing the peril of death and the dissolution of their path, no one has succeeded in transcending the tribulation under the March sky. The final outcome is nothing but a thousand thunders striking down, resulting in utter obliteration.

In the realm of the Nine Heavens, thunder rumbles and purple lightning streaks across the sky. Beneath Tianji Peak, countless cultivators eagerly await, their heads bobbing like a sea of thousands. Every thousand years, during the month of March, this time has always been shrouded in mysterious legends of the Dao realm. Under the three moons, one can transcend tribulations and attain the Dao, potentially ascending directly to True Immortal under the guidance of the Celestial Sovereign, shattering the void and escaping the world.

... ... and the same ... ... immortal as I?

A person breaks through the void, exuding an imposing aura, their body like a golden jade pillar, capable of shouldering the heavens, bearing the azure sky, possessing a momentum that seems to engulf the mountains and rivers. With a pair of starry eyes, they can illuminate the Milky Way above and cast light into the depths of the underworld below, standing alone in the world, commanding respect and pride in the heavens

The incessant noise and disturbances linger in this world, holding no significance for those who have transcended to immortality. After breaking through the void, what kind of realm is it? This remains an eternal mystery, and those who can unravel it are exceedingly rare. The esteemed Peng Wanli, having ascended beyond the void, achieved great success. The circumstances following his transformation into a true immortal are undoubtedly a focal point of curiosity for all cultivators, yet only he knows what the state is like after overcoming tribulations and ascending to immortality. This remains an eternal rarity, as the esteemed Peng Wanli transcended the void and achieved great success. The circumstances following his transformation into a true immortal are undoubtedly a focal point of curiosity for all cultivators, yet only he knows what the state is like after overcoming tribulations and ascending to immortality.

Alas, you outsiders are always causing me trouble. You say you've come, but why not keep a low profile and understand the environment first when arriving in a strange place? Must you make such a big fuss? As someone who collects corpses, every time outsiders arrive, my workload increases dramatically. After collecting the bodies you have killed, I still have to collect yours. Can't you make things a little easier for me?

He succeeded in making hetushu.com! He has succeeded! This is a rare and extraordinary connection that transcends the ages

Uncertain how much time had passed, Peng Wanli was awakened by a voice. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, disheveled and looking like a little beggar, standing in front of him, holding a half-empty broken bowl in his hand, with water that had just been splashed on his face.

... ... How strange, it seems there is still a breath ... ... Hey, are you dead or not?

Peng Wanli could not comprehend it no matter how hard he tried. Even if his cultivation temporarily regressed to the True Monarch level, he was not a mere mortal who could be harmed. This body, cultivated over a millennium, was akin to the legendary indestructible body of a Vajra. Even if thousands of spears and blades were to strike at him, it would be difficult to inflict any injury. How could he possibly be wounded by a beast bone staff?

With a slight movement of his magical power, Peng Wanli's expression changed dramatically, as his strength plummeted to an unprecedented low. Although he still retained the cultivation level of a True Monarch, this meager power was almost equivalent to being useless in the eyes of a Celestial Lord. However, being well-informed, he quickly assessed the situation and realized that his power had not vanished; rather, after undergoing a severe transformation of his muscles and marrow, his body was unable to adapt, resulting in a regression of strength. Once he adapted, it would return... returning to the legendary True Immortal... However, being well-informed, he quickly assessed the situation and realized that his power had not vanished; rather, after undergoing a severe transformation of his muscles and marrow, his body was unable to adapt, resulting in a regression of strength. Once he adapted, it would return... returning to the legendary True Immortal...

Following the direction of the boy's finger, Peng Wanli gazed into the distance, and in that instant, he nearly had his heart leap out of his chest

This place is called March Mountain, and nearby there is a village called Little Corner Village. The person you killed, as well as those who killed you, are all from Little Corner Village. Whenever it is windy or rainy, or during thunderstorms on March Mountain, outsiders like you emerge, each dressed in peculiar attire and speaking incomprehensible words, causing a lot of trouble each time.

The wrath of the Celestial Sovereign is formidable, difficult for even thousands to withstand. This strike annihilated over ten thousand cultivators beneath the peak. When the great hand withdrew, no one dared to utter a single word.

Hmph! A mere ant dares to offend the majesty of heaven

At this moment, a figure appeared on the horizon, sweeping across the sky with an imposing presence that spanned thousands of miles. Even before the person arrived, a vast expanse of purple aura surged forth like a boundless ocean, resembling a magnificent tide that flowed in with great vigor.

He has ascended to immortality, quickly find his hometown, take whatever you can find, we cultivators believe in proving our path through killing, this time remember to exterminate the entire family

However, unexpected situations occur from time to time. Although the intention was clear, the magical power that was supposed to be released did not manifest as sword energy, and naturally could not strike the enemy from a thousand miles away. Peng was taken aback and turned to attack the enemy, but was a step too late, and was struck on the head by a sweeping bone club, causing everything to go dark before his eyes

Peng Wanli looked in astonishment at the vast expanse before him, a scene of boundless wilderness, with dense forests extending endlessly, a picture of vibrant life. However, the spiritual energy in this space was extremely thin, clearly belonging to a different world than the one he had ascended from. Yet... there was no celestial energy here, so it should not be the celestial realm

The majesty of this revered one cannot be desecrated by mere ants. Whoever speaks ill of this revered one behind their back, I shall surely annihilate them

Practicing under the Celestial Master is not a trivial matter; he is already five thousand years old. If he cannot break through this time, it is likely that his lifespan will come to an end. This time, he is probably here for one last desperate attempt, though he may be overly ambitious, attempting to leap over the Daoist Monarch to ascend as a True Immortal. The Way of Heaven is merciless, and the path of cultivation is long. To achieve the transformation of a carp leaping over the dragon gate, one must also consider whether one has the fate to do so

Countless voices of discussion, though deliberately suppressed, how could they possibly escape the notice of the Celestial Sovereign? Suddenly, a great hand swept across the vast sky, overshadowing the Milky Way, descending with myriad laws of the Great Dao, striking down upon the mountains below. In an instant, countless bodies were torn apart, and it is unknown how many cultivators perished beneath this single palm. Even if they promptly summoned their life-bound treasures, with thousands of precious lights soaring into the sky, they could not withstand the wrathful palm of the Celestial Sovereign.

Although he is young, his speech is quite mature. Peng Wanli could not help but ask, "What place is this?"

This group of barbarians ... actually inflicted such injuries upon themselves. I must take action and ensure that not a single one of them remains, exterminating their entire clan to vent my pent-up rage. ... But ...? In this near-death state, how can I seek revenge ...? I can sense that the time for my meridians to adapt is approaching, and the strength that should be returning to my body is gradually doing so, yet I may not live to see that moment ...? I can sense that the time for my meridians to adapt is approaching, and the strength that should be returning to my body is gradually doing so, yet I may not live to see that moment ...

Isn't this the Great Peng of the Ten Thousand Miles Sky?

You advise me not to take risks, for although I may successfully escape this time, I have no hope of ascending to immortality and will only bring nightmares to humanity. How could I easily trust the words of divination? Before the Great Dao, I must defy fate and carve my own path. Those who obstruct my journey to immortality shall face death!

Incredible events unfolded, followed by the villagers around raising their bone clubs, rushing forward in a frenzy, beating the semi-immortal until he was covered in wounds, on the brink of death, and ultimately... lost consciousness

... ... truly an uncultivated and foolish savage ... ... I have no choice but to associate with these savages, and I too have fallen ... ...

Even if his power were to fall to the level of a True Monarch, how could Peng Wanli regard these mere mortals, who possess only brute strength, with any respect? With a casual wave of his hand, he could explode an ugly villager into a mass of flesh and blood. Then, by forming a few incantations, he could conjure the shadows of the sun and moon, the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, and demonstrate the profound mysteries of the path of fire and thunder. The villagers, witnessing such wonders, were left speechless, believing they had encountered a deity. In a panic, they knelt down, repeatedly bowing their heads, shouting loudly, and worshipping Peng Wanli as a divine being.