Chapter 0003: Tencent News
My parents have long since passed away, and for several years I have been self-sufficient. If it weren't for the strength I gained from scavenging back then, the villagers nearby would not have entrusted me with the task of handling the collection of corpses, allowing me to exchange this work for some food. Otherwise, I might have starved to death at the age of eight.
I do not have much time, and there are some matters that need to be addressed promptly. Young friend, what is your name?
No matter how grand the claims, death is ultimately inevitable. Before his passing, he lamented that the last work he completed could not be entrusted to the right person, which was truly regrettable. As he spoke, he took out a piece of metal the size of a fingernail, claiming that placing it in one's head would transform a person into a god. I dismissed it as the ramblings of a madman, but unexpectedly, this elderly gentleman with golden hair, when I was momentarily distracted, struck me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. By the time I got up, the old man was already gone.
It is precisely these numerous and diverse outsiders that make the young man's life exceptionally vibrant; however, up until now, he has had no intention of changing his life... until the fateful day arrives...
This astonishment resonated in the heart of Peng Wanli, and before it faded away, he conceived a thought
When the cloud and the dragon meet, who will become the cloud? Who will transform into the dragon? This was something that could not be known at that time. In the encounter with this young man, who truly accomplished whom? Was it fate that he intentionally came to this pivotal moment to nudge himself? ... Or ... ? ... After cultivating for thousands of years, was it merely to meet him for that one moment and give him a nudge?
When the soul departs from the body, the flesh becomes a corpse, and it falls softly to the ground. Peng gazes at his own lifeless body from a distance of ten thousand miles, not without a sense of lamentation. During this journey to another world, he has gained enlightenment. Perhaps fate had long been arranged... allowing this young man to achieve his path to immortality
How strange, isn't this one going to say anything this time? At least the previous ones would leave a line like: "Young friend, we shall meet again in the realm of immortals..." or something of that sort
Suddenly, the severed half of the corpse burst forth with golden light, its momentary brilliance dazzling like fire. Peng Wanli was genuinely taken aback; even with his experience, he could not fathom any reason why, after his ascension, his physical body would undergo such a peculiar transformation
The young man was truly startled by the movements of this half-dead corpse. The bloodied figure, who was originally on the verge of death, suddenly exhibited a gleam in its eyes, and its long hair began to rise without any wind, floating upwards with an imposing aura. This was an occurrence he had never encountered in his career of collecting corpses.
However, those techniques that require one to practice for over a hundred years are not the most insane of the outsiders. In my memory, the craziest one was an old man with golden hair, who grasped his own hands. Although his speech was unclear, his tone was more grandiose than that of those cultivators. He claimed to have experimented with over six thousand different materials, ultimately bringing light to all of humanity...! I do not know what that means, but it sounds divine!
Once, it was unknown what was in that bottle, but the pumpkins planted grew exceptionally robust, with vines spreading over a hundred meters. The few pumpkins that emerged were as large as a cart, startling the nearby villagers. After the harvest, they lasted for several months. If it weren't for the exceptionally large rats raised in the direction of Xiao Jiao Village, which gnawed away at the pumpkins, it is truly uncertain how long they would have lasted.
However, nine months ago, I still do not know what that outsider from hetushucom.com had in the glass tube. When that purple viscous liquid was poured out, the vegetables in the field remained unaffected, but the peas nearby grew rapidly, bursting forth with beans. Then they sprouted eyes, ears, mouths, noses, hands, and feet, running out and chasing people to bite. If it weren't for the bone club right beside me, I would have struck it dead with one blow; that thing could have easily eaten a person. Having had this terrifying experience, I temporarily do not wish to recklessly pour anything out again.
Nightmare, Meng Yan, the Meng Yan of humanity, I shall initiate the humanity of... Meng Yan... the manipulation of fate... even if one ascends to immortality and becomes a deity, one remains within the Six Realms, the unseen cause and effect... there is always a path.
With a single sentence, the true immortal was left in a state of bewilderment; had it not been for this sentence, he would have almost forgotten the decree he received before his ascension.
At this point, he could no longer hold on; the emergency seal of his spiritual aperture was broken. Peng Wanli could only utter, "After achieving success, leave this place and use your unparalleled abilities to see the world," before his primordial spirit uncontrollably left his body
Peng Wanli Dao: "Even if your innate talent is not exceptional, young friend, being in this position is already the greatest opportunity. I believe this is not mere coincidence. As long as you can make good use of the resources at your disposal, you will surely achieve something significant... You already possess the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword, but you lack a primary cultivation method. I have a jade pendant on me that records my Zhu Huang Jue; you should practice according to it... Furthermore, I have never used weapons in my life, but the incapable ancestor possessed a peerless immortal weapon, which likely disappeared with him and is thought to be left behind in this place. If you can find this immortal weapon, you will be able to... You already possess the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword, but you lack a primary cultivation method. I have a jade pendant on me that records my Zhu Huang Jue; you should practice according to it... Furthermore, I have never used weapons in my life, but the incapable ancestor possessed a peerless immortal weapon, which likely disappeared with him and is thought to be left behind in this place. If you can find this immortal weapon, you will be able to..."
Could it be that this is the final test for ascending to immortality
Collecting corpses and farming occupied more than half of a young person's life, while practicing skills was merely a leisure interest. This cannot truly be attributed to my own laziness; it is primarily due to the items given by those outsiders, each more bizarre than the last, always harboring ulterior motives. They concealed needles in the gifts they presented, and even a bowl of rice came with sand. Aside from the Undying Phoenix Sword, which I foolishly practiced with in my youth, I genuinely dared not touch the other items. This included that so-called Zhu Huang Jue, which I directly used to prop up the table.
Nightmare
It turns out that he had already begun practicing the Immortal Phoenix Sword!
Not all outsiders are necessarily ill-intentioned, but some individuals, before their demise, grasped their own hands and handed over something, claiming it was something they could never comprehend in their lifetime, while asserting that they were destined for great fortune. They believed that this item, once in their possession, would surely lead to success and restore unparalleled power. Placing one's hopes in others may seem commendable, but the issue lies in the fact that the very person involved never succeeded with this item throughout their life, yet they casually throw it to someone else, insisting that it will surely work for them. Who would dare to practice with such a thing? Placing one's hopes in others may seem commendable, but the issue lies in the fact that the very person involved never succeeded with this item throughout their life, yet they casually throw it to someone else, insisting that it will surely work for them. Who would dare to practice with such a thing?
During the conversation, the sound of celestial music grew increasingly loud in Peng Wanli's ears, until it felt as if thunder was crashing around him, urging him to leave, with an implicit sense of restraint. This was a warning from the Heavenly Dao; even if one were to become a deity or an immortal, one would still be subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Dao
I am Meng Yan, my surname is Meng and my given name is Yan, do you understand
After saying this sentence, the old man widened his eyes and breathed his last. When I buried him, I did not find that metal piece the size of a fingernail. Perhaps it... fell somewhere else
Little thief, junior, little friend, these different titles symbolize three distinct states of mind as one soars like a roc. However, to his own surprise, just as he finished speaking and expressing gratitude and relief, the situation suddenly changed. A vague celestial sound echoed in his ears, and his soul felt an inexplicable pull, as if it were about to leave his body and soar away. This was typically a sign of being possessed by obsession, yet at this moment, the sensation was remarkably balanced and peaceful, entirely unlike straying onto a divergent path. The situation suddenly changed, a vague celestial sound echoed in his ears, and his soul felt an inexplicable pull, as if it were about to leave his body and soar away. This was typically a sign of being possessed by obsession, yet at this moment, the sensation was remarkably balanced and peaceful, entirely unlike straying onto a divergent path.
The boy, who had absorbed a significant amount of celestial death energy, stood up and looked at the divine light soaring into the clouds outside the cave, feeling somewhat puzzled as he scratched his face
Those who pursue the path of immortality have successfully embarked on the journey they are meant to take, marking the culmination of thousands of years of cultivation and representing the highest achievement. However, for Meng Yan, this is merely a brief interlude in life
Over the years, the youth had no opportunity to leave March Mountain. The incessant influx of outsiders left him feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. At times, he found it hard to comprehend why these individuals were so relentless in their pursuit. Clearly, they would die shortly after arriving, yet they came like moths to a flame. Nevertheless, the diverse array of outsiders, with their lives and deaths, wove together a series of tragicomedies that, for someone like him, who was responsible for collecting and burying the dead, was far more captivating than anything else. It could even be considered a form of reward for his work.
Peng Wanli sighed, "If I forcibly linger for a while longer, it will indeed not be in vain. If I do not resolve this connection with my young friend, even if I ascend, I will surely be burdened by a heart's obstruction for ten thousand years..."
There is indeed a matter I need to entrust to you, but not for anyone else, only for yourself... In terms of pure monkhood, your qualifications are not considered outstanding, yet this is not my world; it has different principles and laws. You do not need to follow the same path as we do.
... ... chip ... ... in the brain ... ... I really never expected ... ... that place to be so beautiful ... ...
The celestial music drifts gently, as if resonating from an infinite distance, striking the soul. The primordial spirit responds to the call, on the verge of departing the body, ready to soar towards an unknown realm, transcending the mortal world. However, it is forcibly halted by his supreme divine will, as with the last remaining arm, he swiftly seals the spiritual aperture, momentarily preventing the primordial spirit from leaving the body
Immediately following this, the brilliant golden light on the remains seemed to be drawn by some force, soaring up in an instant, swirling entirely around the youth. The once disheveled boy was suddenly enveloped in golden radiance, revealing the image of a phoenix. The flames flowed as if it were a celestial phoenix about to spread its wings and soar into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it completely absorbed the deathly aura from the remains. This scene greatly astonished Peng Wanli. Although it was his first time witnessing such a phenomenon, he could still affirm that this was the legendary, unparalleled, and defiant divine skill.
The True Immortal is the ultimate destination for countless cultivators on their path to immortality. Could it be... merely the starting point for this young man?
What are you doing
Is it so? Is it not? It transforms into a divine light, soaring straight to the heavens.
One day, I will leave this place. My father once reminded me that I must work here for ten years, and I must complete the full ten years before I can leave. Counting the days, the time is almost up.
After six or seven years of collecting corpses, Meng Yan felt that many changes had occurred. Compared to when he first started, he had become stronger, and digging pits had become easier. His greatest achievement was that he had cultivated a small vegetable garden nearby, where he simply planted some water spinach, cabbage, bok choy, and napa cabbage. His planting skills did not need to be exceptional, as those outsiders often came to meet their demise. After they died, he was unsure how to deal with the various bottles and jars on their bodies, so he would dump them all into the fields. Over time, the plants on the ground grew particularly lush.
Why do I not quite understand what you are saying? Out-of-town uncle, could you please speak a little more simply? If you need me to do something for you, just say it directly