Chapter 0002 Daily

... ... No, the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword!

You ... ... this ... ... this is ... ...

Ah, I just want to ask, what is a celestial being? Are they really impressive? Why do you all act so arrogant? Among all the outsiders, you are the most pretentious. Also, what does the term "ant" that you often mention mean? Is it a form of address like... sir, miss, or elder? Then you seem quite polite.

Oh, it's nothing. Do you want to say something? Or do you have something to give me?" The young man picked his nose and said, "I am responsible for collecting and burying the dead, specifically those from out of town. If there is still a breath left, I will also help record your last words, as a way to leave something of yours in this world.

Until this moment, Peng Wanli could not comprehend one issue. Even if he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world, with his strength diminished, he still retained his status as a True Monarch. It should be impossible for those merely brutish villagers to injure him. Even if he stood still and allowed them to strike him with knives for a hundred days, they would not be able to harm a hair on his body. Yet the reality was... he was being beaten to the point of broken tendons and bones by this group of barbaric villagers wielding clubs, and he was on the verge of losing his life. How could he accept such an unreasonable situation?

A mere True Monarch, under the supreme might of the True Immortal, is naturally insignificant, which explains why his magical powers are ineffective. With a single strike from a bone staff, his body is utterly defeated. What of the indestructible body? It is all completely vanquished... Yet, a dignified True Immortal, transcendent and extraordinary, revered as the ancestor of the Dao, standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation path, ultimately does not ascend and transcend, transforming into an eternal existence, but instead meets his demise in a foreign realm, leaving behind no complete corpse, only bones... And to be so humiliatingly desecrated...

Hey, don't rush to spout blood. Sigh, there are so many chaotic and troublesome outsiders, but the most difficult to deal with are you immortals. Even that lunatic who wants to shove metal pieces into my head is easier to handle than you. Just a few words and you start spouting blood; your mental fortitude is so poor. You might as well not resurrect, just die already! I rarely encounter a living person and still want to ask you a few questions.

However, upon seeing the pile of items pointed out by the youth, he felt as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts. In one corner of this earthen cave, there was a broken lamp, a tattered robe, and a red flag. At first glance, this red flag appeared ordinary and unremarkable, but only a cultivator could faintly sense the vast celestial energy contained within it, and he recognized this flag even more.

... after ten thousand years, still in this state of mind, just a few words and you get angry, say a couple of things and your face turns red, no wonder you have practiced for so long and are still not immortals

Countless thoughts surged forth, and Peng suddenly noticed that the young man was still staring at him. "Junior, what are you looking at?"

The astonishing treasure of Dongzhu Gate is said to possess boundless supernatural powers. In the past, the incapable ancestor unfurled the banner, rolled up the stars, and swallowed the sun and moon, suppressing a million miles with infinite Dao might. However, after the incapable ancestor galloped away to immortality under the March sky, it left no trace in the world. Who would have thought it would end up in another realm, decayed and broken, cast aside in this corner, gathering dust

In a lifetime of foolishness, I am fortunate to have received enlightenment from a young friend at the end, which brings solace to this life. Thank you.

Speaking of this, Peng Wanli had something to say, "... you, you do not know, we have practiced for nearly ten thousand years, enduring countless hardships, to achieve today's cultivation, to ascend as immortals, yet we have ended up in this state! How unjust is the way of heaven? Am I not allowed to take revenge against this unfair world?"

The martial art that is about to be imparted is the Blood Shadow Evil Technique of the demonic sect. In my early years, when I eliminated a certain demon, I unexpectedly obtained it from his clothing pocket. I was astonished by the wondrous intricacies of its content, yet wary of this blood-devouring and demonic transformation technique. Therefore, I sealed it away deeply. Now, there happens to be an opportunity to pass it on to a "fated person"

Yes, yes, yes, everyone says you always do this, don't you believe it? You are on the verge of death, yet you want to leave behind something that doesn't benefit the world, insisting on leaving something with a heavy killing intent, making others go around killing for you. I say, do you outsiders have a screw loose?

As this thought arose, the countless vendettas experienced throughout my life vividly replayed before my eyes. For the sake of seizing celestial treasures, lives were taken at will; for the sake of offending celestial might, even the smallest creatures were exterminated without hesitation. If one were to count the bloodshed, the blood on my hands would number in the thousands. In my moments of triumph, they were mere ants; it was only when I became crippled and neared death that I realized there was no difference between us. Celestials, celestials, are they not also human? In my moments of triumph, they were mere ants; it was only when I became crippled and neared death that I realized there was no difference between us. Celestials, celestials, are they not also human?

Peng Wanli was at a loss for words when asked. He wanted to make the young man understand that the power of cultivators could move mountains and overturn seas, and compared to that, ordinary people were naturally like ants. However, given his current miserable state, saying such things would only be self-deprecating and utterly unworthy.

"You speak well. I have a technique I wish to pass on to you, in gratitude for your virtue in handling the remains. Remember this..."

The young man furrowed his brow, rummaged through a pile of clutter at the back for a while, and took out a tattered book with a soiled cover. He tossed it in front of Peng Wanli and said: "You mentioned that person named Huigen Dao, who also left behind a similar thing. It's pretty much the same as what you said. Anyway, it's about the same. Can you help me see which one is better? I'll keep the good one and just don't bring out the bad one..."

Peng Wanli was left speechless, as a dignified Celestial Sovereign, confronted by a mere mortal. Under normal circumstances, he could have crushed him with a single finger, yet at this moment, even if he were to kill him, it would only serve to confirm the accusation of "having practiced for a thousand years without achieving tranquility." In a fit of anxiety, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Look at your surprise, are these things really impressive?" The youth, picking his nose with his pinky, sneered, "All of this is left behind by those who came before you. Are you going to call them seniors? They were just like you, boasting when they arrived, but soon enough, they were subdued. When they died, they always said something like, if only they had half a day more to recover, they would wash the village in blood and kill everyone... Right, they all said that. Would anyone really give them another half day? Of course, they were slaughtered. There was one who was quite strong; after he died, his bones became quite large. The villagers picked them up for hunting, and they worked quite well, said to be even better than bows and arrows. It’s likely that this is what would smash your skull. They were just like you, boasting when they arrived, but soon enough, they were subdued. When they died, they always said something like, if only they had half a day more to recover, they would wash the village in blood and kill everyone... Right, they all said that. Would anyone really give them another half day? Of course, they were slaughtered. There was one who was quite strong; after he died, his bones became quite large. The villagers picked them up for hunting, and they worked quite well, said to be even better than bows and arrows. It’s likely that this is what would smash your skull... I also kept one, just to use as a paperweight over there..."

What do you want to ask?

Peng Wanli's eyes were about to pop out; Dao Jun truly lived up to his title. The secret manual left by the enlightened practitioner was indeed the supreme secret of the Phoenix Hidden Divine Palace. Back in the day, the immortal phoenix's Nirvana Sword washed the world in blood, and although the practitioner was merely a Law Emperor, he forced the Celestial Sovereign and Dao Jun to flee in disarray, becoming invincible for a time. In comparison, the Blood Shadow Evil Technique was like child's play, entirely on a different level. If it were not for the imminent threat to his life, Peng Wanli would have wanted to immediately open the secret manual and carefully read the astonishing secrets within.

... ... Nine Heavens Lotus Lamp, Crimson Flame Immortal Robe ... ... Two Instruments Binding Immortal Rope ... ... Four Symbols Calamity Tower ... ... This, this is all the Daoist Sovereign ... ... No, these are all immortal artifacts used by true immortals, why ... ...

The path of immortality is fraught with difficulties; those who achieve success along this journey have all poured their heart and soul into it, exerting tremendous effort and sacrificing countless cherished possessions. What they have endured is a result of immense suffering, dedicating a significant portion of their lives, only to ultimately receive... such an outcome

Peng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, nearly fainting. On a corner of the pile of books, there lay a fragment of white bone, which, despite being bloodless and lifeless, still emanated an ethereal aura. It was indeed the remains of a true immortal. Although it had not been refined, it was still more formidable than many treasures of the Celestial Sovereign level. Within it contained the profound laws of the Great Dao that a true immortal had comprehended during their lifetime. When wielded, it felt as if one held the Great Dao in their grasp, exerting a particularly suppressive effect on cultivators. In the original world, it would be an unparalleled treasure that everyone would covet.

In order to reach the pinnacle of the immortal path, one must climb over the countless corpses of peers throughout their life, with a sea of blood beneath their feet. Among those who can be called revered ancestors of the Dao, who has not gone through such a journey? Although the Daoist school does not espouse the Buddhist concepts of karma and retribution, all methods ultimately converge. As Peng Wanli reflects on the killing deeds he has committed in this life, the faces of the countless ants who perished at his hands suddenly flood his mind, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, with an overwhelming sense of regret surging within him

Wow! Spitting blood again? Is it really necessary? I was just asking casually, is it common for someone who has been around for ten thousand years to react like you? If I had known, I wouldn't have asked. Actually, you don't need to hate so much. You were unfortunate to come to Little Corner Village and got killed by them, but you also killed their people. One life for another, it's even! You must have killed others before, right? Then you actually made a profit, so why still harbor hatred?

Regardless of these considerations, the undeniable fact is that I am soon to follow in their footsteps. The millennia-long dream of cultivating immortality has turned out to be an illusion. Perhaps this is fate, perhaps it is the merciless mockery of the heavenly way. But am I willing to accept this? ... In order to demand a breath of air from this absurd world, and to ensure that my teachings do not lose their legacy, perhaps I should...

With such astonishing skills before him, how could one possibly resort to the blood shadow evil technique? The thought of his final scheme being uncovered before his death made him feel like a child caught misbehaving by an adult. Peng Wanli felt both shame and guilt, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

This martial art is extremely powerful, but it is paved with killing and carries a heavy aura of malevolence, so you must be cautious

Wow...

You don't want to speak? Then it's fine to change the question. Why do you harbor such great hatred towards this world? Even when facing death, you still compel others to kill for you? Does killing allow you to escape death or bring you back to life? Has this world wronged you in some way?

The way of heaven is spiritual; how can one, who tramples on their own kind and despises heaven and the path, ever become an immortal? What qualifications do they have to attain immortality? Being sent here and encountering this fate is indeed a just retribution, not at all unjust.

Reflecting on his own life and all that he has sacrificed, Peng Wanli nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in anger. His lifelong cultivation was not for such an ending. Looking at those 'predecessors' who had advanced before him... Even before they became true immortals, they were formidable figures who dominated their era. Now, having fallen to such a fate, if they had known this would be the outcome, would they have ascended? Would they have persisted in their pursuit of immortality?

If others kill me, I suffer so much and harbor such hatred. If I kill others, will they feel the same pain? The same hatred?

This is the Chixian Flag of Zhenhai! You little thief, how dare you...

Indeed, it is like this. You outsiders always behave this way. You come without fear of death, recklessly charging around, and when faced with danger, you are busy thinking about leaving something behind. I am truly frightened by you all

In an instant, all resentment dissipated, and Peng, with great effort, propped up his body and nodded in gratitude towards the young man

Previously, Peng Wanli could only respond with silence, but upon hearing this sentence, he felt as if struck by lightning, recalling a question that had gradually been forgotten since he embarked on the path of immortality

Wisdom-rooted practitioner