I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

His palm slowly exerted force, but the Blood Crystal showed no change, remaining unaltered even when he used all his strength to knead it.

"If this poor monk had been a step slower, I would have missed an old friend."

Zhou Yi's Body Refinement techniques had already reached the pinnacle, capable of crushing magical treasures with full force. Clearly, the Blood Crystal was left behind after the Dragon Emperor sealed himself.

The Beast Skin Bag made a round through the Nine-layered Pagoda, taking away all the treasures of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, now bulging in Zhou Yi's hands as it seemed full.

Zhou Yi glanced at the fat monk and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Scripture Pavilion, intending to take away all the treasures of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

"Scared this monk to death."

The fat monk wiped sweat from his brow, hoisted a half-sack of gold and jewels onto his shoulder, and ran madly towards the outside of the temple, circulating his Qi-Blood.

There were quite a few monks like him; even the True Buddha said that Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was a den of demons, so looting amidst chaos became an act of justice!

...

One month later.

The Maitreya Buddha Land.

Located near the western coast, it was ruled by Vajra Temple.

That day.

The True Buddha descended to the mortal world, bringing down thunderous wrath, burning the Demon Head inside the temple to ash.

And on the walls of Vajra Temple's Ten Thousand Buddhas, he engraved Buddha's words, cautioning the Buddhist faithful.

"This is the last great temple."

Zhou Yi moved across the Buddha Land as a streak of light, transforming into the True Buddha whenever he came across a temple ruling over a piece of Buddha Land, slaughtering the Demon Heads and then thoroughly looting the scriptures and treasures.

The Cultivation Classics recorded in these heritages contained secrets of the Cultivation World that could be traced back thousands of years, which naturally included Buddhist Secret Techniques.

In an age where the law of the Buddha was fading and the heritage was lost, the impact wasn't significant. However, when Spiritual Energy revived, the absence of Cultivation Classics would truly be a disaster for Buddhists.

"One reaps what one sows! Don't blame this poor Daoist!"

Zhou Yi's gaze swept over the chaotic Vajra Temple, and a flicker of insight suddenly arose in his heart. Indiscriminately slaughtering mortals already showed signs of valuing life lightly, and although there were reasons for his actions, he needed to guard against potential troubles.

Disregarding life was not only against his initial resolve, but it would also attract crisis and calamity. A long life would turn the smallest possibility into inevitability!

"Just so happens I have obtained scriptures, I should recite them when I return!"

...

In the depths of the Western Sea.

Zhou Yi rode the streaks of light for a million miles, finally descending on an unnamed small island.

He set up layered Formations, not daring to claim it could trap a Nascent Soul ancestor, but at least a Golden Elixir True Monarch wouldn't escape.

He then threw the Blood Crystal onto the island, beginning to deploy various Magic Divine Abilities in an attempt to break it open and release the sealed Dragon Emperor.

Several months later.

The Blood Crystal seemed eternal, unweathered by time.

"No wonder the old ones were at peace with sealing themselves. Such sturdy defenses are almost invincible in this world. One can only wait for time to pass and the seal to break naturally."

"In Xuan Xiao's notes, there is a way to deal with self-sealing objects; to throw them into the very depths of the Four Seas. There has never been Spiritual Energy there, not even the revival of the ancestral veins could affect it, leading to certain death in slumber!"

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this, since the Blood Crystal was created by the Dragon Emperor who sacrificed countless demon tribes and condensed a massive amount of Spiritual Objects, its nature was already beyond ordinary.

"In this way, won't this poor Daoist be unable to exact revenge?"

"Perhaps I could keep the Blood Crystal close at hand, slowly waiting for it to emerge... Not satisfying!"

Zhou Yi frowned, taking out his storage bag to search through all the treasures, pondering which one could be used to exact revenge on the Dragon Emperor, until he saw the Demonic God Altar.

"Netherworld Curse! The old dragon had immense strength in life, able to break free from curses with ease. Now that his Divine Sense is self-sealed, it's no different from being dead, unaware of the outside world. Wouldn't this consume his lifespan?"

"Let's test the effect first."

Zhou Yi was never stingy with his lifespan and directly placed the Dragon Emperor's Blood Crystal on the altar, forming a Dharma Seal with his hands and casting the curse.

A consumption of five hundred years of lifespan.

The Ghost Deity Statue let out a shrill, sinister laugh, absorbing the aura before spewing out a black fog that enshrouded the Blood Crystal.

In an instant.

The curse took effect, and the eight arms of the Ghost Deity Statue solidified into a Dharma Seal.

Zhou Yi's Divine Sense was firmly locked onto the Blood Crystal, determined not to miss any change. After consuming five hundred years of his lifespan, the crimson color of the crystal seemed to have faded slightly.

"It worked!"

"But the effect seems minimal. I wonder how many times I must cast the spell to exhaust the seal of the Blood Crystal. A Divinity Transformation ancestor would be helpless against this. Unfortunately for the old dragon, he has offended this poor Daoist."

In his time of cultivation, Zhou Yi could not even count how much lifespan he had used – at least in the billions!

Now that he had finally found a way to get revenge, he waved his hand, throwing the Blood Crystal back into the Formation and erected over a hundred layers of Prohibition, ensuring the Dragon Emperor would be killed in one strike upon awakening.

From then on.

Zhou Yi made a home for himself on the small island deep in the Western Sea, divining, chanting scriptures, irrigating, cursing, every day consuming thousands of years of his lifespan.

The color of the Blood Crystal grew thinner day by day, while the dragon shadow inside became ever more distinct.

Sixteen years had passed in a blink.

On this day.

The sky was clear for thousands of miles.

Zhou Yi placed the Blood Crystal in the center of the desolate island. By now, it could hardly be called a Blood Crystal, nearly pure and transparent, with only a few strands of blood swirling around the dragon shadow.

"Old dragon, for the sake of revenge, I have sacrificed so much of my life span. Your death was worth it!"

Having said that, he summoned the Spirit Ginseng doll to pack up the belongings. The island was left with only the Formation and Prohibition, and all other items were moved away.

A thousand miles away.

Zhou Yi formed a spell with his hands, and a cotton thread screen floated up, displaying the Dragon Emperor's Blood Crystal within.

He took out the Demonic God Altar from his storing bag. As more of his lifespan was consumed, the altar turned from pitch black to crimson red, and then to deep purple. Looking at it was like gazing into an abyss without end.

The Ghost Deity Statue likewise changed, with its four faces and eight arms meticulously detailed. Even the hairs on the skin's surface could be seen when scanned by Divine Sense.

Fortunately, it was still an inanimate object, showing no signs of coming to life. Instead, the power of the Netherworld Curse grew stronger. Otherwise, Zhou Yi would have long since chopped the altar up for firewood to fuel his Alchemy.

"With the continuous sacrifice of lifespan, could this altar transform into a magical artifact?"

Ancient witchcraft had been lost long ago. It was a completely different method of cultivation from the path of immortality, and Zhou Yi did not understand it well.

He formed the spell with his hands, sacrificing lifespan.

...

On the desolate island.

As the last few strands of blood disappeared, no prohibition constrained the dragon shadow any longer.

Gradually shifting from incorporeal to corporeal, the dragon shadow turned into a little over an inch long Golden Dragon, swimming in the transparent crystal.

As Zhou Yi had not moved away long ago, the Formation and Prohibition still contained residual Spiritual Energy. Moreover, an Illusion Array had transformed the desolate island into a range of mountains and forests.

"Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth! Has the ancestral vein recondensed?"

Sensing the presence of Spiritual Energy, the Dragon Emperor's face showed a look of delight. After confirming it repeatedly, he immediately drilled out of the crystal.

"I have survived the great calamity of the decline of the law and lived again!"

"First, I need to find a body to seize for cultivation. Then, I will look for the Innate Spiritual Objects spawned by the ancestral vein. With the revival of the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth, I will certainly become a Demon God in the future, and possibly even a Demon Saint!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon thinking of this, the Dragon Emperor couldn't help but let out a long laugh towards the sky, only to see countless bolts of lightning descending upon him.

"Heavenly Thunder? No, this is the Lightning Method!"

"Could it be that some old monster has awakened before me and found my Blood Crystal?"

The Dragon Emperor's thoughts raced, never realizing that since the ancestral vein had shattered, it had been only a little over five hundred years. After all, he had sealed himself in the indestructible Blood Crystal, which could only be unsealed by the passing of time.

The Nightmare Victory Curse Technique might have some effect, but after being weakened by the Blood Crystal, its power was reduced to less than one ten-thousandth of its original strength.

Such techniques required sacrifice, but during the decline of the law, Spiritual Objects and cultivators were scarce, making it impossible for anyone in the world to break open the Blood Crystal!

Roar!

The Dragon Emperor opened his mouth to release his vital energy, forming a shield to fend off the lightning, and at the same time said, "Fellow Daoist, the little dragon is willing to acknowledge you as its master, capable of riding or pulling a cart, just spare my life!"

He shouted for a long while without response, but the Formation intensified into a storm of flames and fierce winds that steadily depleted the Dragon Emperor's vital energy.

When self-sealing, the Dragon Emperor reduced consumption by severing his physical body and most of his Nascent Soul with a secret technique. His strength was reduced to less than one percent of what it had been, and after enduring the repeated devastation of the Netherworld Curse, he was extremely weak.

After bombarding the formation for over an hour, only a third of the Dragon Emperor's Nascent Soul remained, about the size of a fly.

"Damn it! Who could it be? Can't you let me die with a clear understanding?"

...

A thousand miles away.

"No!"

Zhou Yi, watching the scene on the screen, knew the Dragon Emperor was bound to die, yet still chose not to show himself.

"The weakness after coming out of self-seclusion is even more severe than I had anticipated. Long Huan merely experienced five hundred years of isolation; his strength is only comparable to an average Golden Core. Those old monsters who might survive after a few thousand years will only have remnants of their souls left!"

After another half-hour, the Dragon Emperor completely dissipated into nothingness amidst the thunder and flames.

Zhou Yi was still uneasy, and took out a divining stalk to use the Minor Divination Technique to predict fortunes and misfortunes.

The divine stalk fell to the ground, shining with spiritual light.

An auspicious sign.

"The great revenge is fulfilled. How satisfying!"

Zhou Yi felt his spirit invigorated and couldn't help feeling somewhat proud of himself.

"In the Cultivation World, there is a vast difference in the power levels across the various realms, and there has never been a precedent for a Golden Core to reverse-slay a Nascent Soul. I, at the Golden Core Early Stage, have slain the Dragon Emperor. This shall be recorded in the annals of history!"