: After the scriptures were copied, the world changed!

With each transcribed scripture, Guang Chengzi felt unbearable pain all over his body, as if every piece of his flesh was being tortured by a thousand knives. All sorts of suffering were transmitted to his soul, making it difficult even for the Golden Immortal to lift his wrist.

Guang Chengzi was also in so much pain that he grimaced, sweat poured down his body like water, and his breath became weak.

Even a novice cultivator can achieve the state of being impervious to heat and cold and stopping sweating, let alone someone like Guang Chengzi.

What's flowing down his body now isn't sweat, but rather the loss of his internal magical power. His flawless immortal body has developed a leak, which has turned into sweat.

This is still mild. If the excruciating pain shatters his mind and his entire body's magical power decays, he might turn most of his essence into a single tear. At that point, Guang Chengzi would be lucky to even maintain his immortal cultivation.

This is why immortals and gods do not shed tears. If an immortal or god were to shed tears, it would mean that their very essence is no longer under control, and a sharp drop in their cultivation level would be the mildest possible outcome.

Even though he was soaked in sweat, Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth and copied the book, enduring a torment a thousand times more terrifying than reading.

"Bearing the torments of the ten directions of hell, yet generating the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in one's heart—how can one ascend to heaven without entering hell?"

The further Guang Chengzi copied, the more he felt the power of the "Rolling Knife Sutra," which could actually condense invisible pain into scriptures and allow it to be preserved for a long time.

With such supernatural powers, Yuanshi Tianzun could probably truly open the heavens with one hand and destroy the world with the other, just like in the legends. Ordinary Da Luo cultivators would be no different from infants in his presence.

Moreover, these scriptures are not something that can be conceived casually. They must have been created by the Primordial Celestial Venerable himself, who must have personally endured the torment of being torn apart by knives and even dismembered himself into countless pieces.

There is no analysis of supernatural powers or study of the physical body in this book; it only describes in detail the various sensations of experiencing excruciating pain, allowing the reader to feel this torment as well.

It may seem useless, but it has a profound effect on spiritual cultivation. It has the same effect as the long staircase of blood and cinnabar that leads to the heavens. However, the pain of these scriptures is fixed, while the pain of the long staircase is targeted.

As for who is good and who is bad, it all depends on oneself.

However, from the current perspective, Guang Chengzi feels that copying scriptures is more suitable for him. At least he needs to understand the myriad sufferings in the world before he can find a way to overcome them one by one.

This is a scripture that even ordinary Golden Immortals would find difficult to copy, yet Guang Chengzi managed to copy it word by word.

Even halfway through copying, Guang Chengzi was still dissatisfied with the various mistakes and ugly characters he had written due to his shaky hands, so he tore it up and rewrote it, which was equivalent to going through the pain again.

After writing the last word, Guang Chengzi did not feel relieved or relieved; instead, he felt a little unsatisfied.

"Although I cannot go through hell and not change my expression, I can also be fearless again. Even though I can feel pain, it cannot deceive me. However, there is still something I don't understand. It is said that reading a book a hundred times will reveal its meaning. A bad pen is worse than a good memory. It seems that I need to copy it a few more times."

Guang Chengzi is now addicted to copying books. He wasn't satisfied with copying it once, so he copied it again. In the end, he copied it a total of eight times. He was so in pain that he became immune to the torture of being torn apart by knives before he finally stopped.

Although it's only a mental immunity, if he were to truly face a mountain of knives, physical pain would be inevitable, but Guang Chengzi could still ignore most of it.

call!

Guang Chengzi exhaled a long breath of turbid air. Although the source of his magical power had not changed, only he himself knew that he had made great progress compared to before.

He then immediately picked up another scripture, but this time it was not the "Rolling Knife Scripture" but the "Fire Sea Scripture".

"Since we've climbed the mountain of knives, how can we not descend into the sea of ​​fire?" Guang Chengzi smiled, showing no fear of facing the torment of the fire, as if he were eating honey instead of being burned.

As more and more scriptures, now covered in burnt text, were written, Guang Chengzi's body was once again enveloped in a fiery red glow, clearly beginning to endure the torment of the inferno.

Only by experiencing the ten directions of hell can one truly understand oneself!

Time passed unnoticed. In the daily grind of copying books, Guang Chengzi had long forgotten about time. He only knew that he copied the scriptures faster and faster, often copying one book after another. By the time he came to his senses, he had already copied pages and pages of books.

The Langhuan Library is full of wonders. Every time Guang Chengzi copied a scripture, it would automatically be placed next to the original. There were almost nine copies next to each original, all written by Guang Chengzi word by word.

Today, he copied the "Cold Ice Classic" nine times. Guang Chengzi was unaware and reached out again, trying to take a book from him, but nothing came.

"Um?"

Guang Chengzi gave a soft "hmm," turned around, and realized that all the thousands of scriptures here were ones he had copied. He was momentarily dazed; it turned out he had already finished copying them.

"How many days have I been copying this?" Guang Chengzi asked himself, realizing that he hadn't been paying attention to the time at all. He chuckled and did some quick calculations, only then realizing that a full 100,000 years had passed.

Ten thousand years—it's not a long time, but it's not short either. Guang Chengzi traveled through the prehistoric world for millions of years before finally making his way to Kunlun Mountain.

However, even though it was few, it was enough for figures like the Three Pure Ones to become famous throughout the prehistoric world. After all, the Three Pure Ones had only been born for 100,000 years when they went directly to Buzhou Mountain to deal with the Wu tribe.

Now, after copying scriptures for 100,000 years, his cultivation has not improved in the slightest. Only his Dao heart has become more ethereal and steady, resonating with the will of Heaven above and the earth below, becoming one with the Dao of Heaven, without distinction between self and other.

If anyone else were to come here to see Guang Chengzi, they would be astonished. Apart from the Taiyi Golden Immortal, no one else could achieve such a state of oneness with the Heavenly Dao.

Guang Chengzi is now just a Xuanxian, and there is still a Golden Immortal realm between him and Taiyi Golden Immortal, yet he has already managed to reconcile his Dao heart with the Heavenly Heart!

Does this mean that Guang Chengzi's cultivation of Dao heart has long surpassed his magical power, physical body, and even divine soul, allowing him to transcend the Golden Immortal realm and achieve the Taiyi realm?

If it were magic power, physical body, and soul, it would be impossible to do this, since these three complement each other. Overpowered magic power would destroy the physical body and soul, an excessively strong physical body would imprison magic power and soul, and an excessively strong soul would in turn absorb all magic power and physical body.

Only when these three elements are in balance and complement each other can a cultivator maintain their integrity and avoid becoming the primary disease of cultivation or a spirit that suffers countless eons.

Only the cultivation of the Dao Heart stands apart from these three. Even if one has no magical power, a frail physical body, and a weak spirit, one can still possess a Dao Heart that remains undamaged even if the heavens and earth crumble.

The first three are easy to improve, and can be forced to grow faster, but the cultivation of the Dao heart depends entirely on oneself and does not increase with age. One may have white hair but still have the heart of a child, while one may have yellow hair but already be old and mature.

However, it must be said that Guang Chengzi's achievement of Taiyi Tianxin ahead of time, allowing his will to roam freely in the primordial world, will have infinite benefits for his future.

At least from now on, if one wants to improve one's magical power, physical body, and spirit, all that's left is to work hard and patiently. As long as things fall into place naturally, one can become a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Congratulations, young master, on developing a heart for Taiyi! You have lived up to the master's expectations!"

When Guang Chengzi came to his senses, he suddenly heard a voice congratulating him. He glanced to the side and saw an old man with white hair wearing a straw hat and a raincoat standing respectfully to him, his face beaming with joy. He hadn't noticed when the old man had arrived.

But Guang Chengzi knew who this person was. He was the guardian of the Langhuan Library, known as the Old Man of the Book Mountain. He was created by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable using the boundless literary energy of this library. He was neither human nor object, neither spirit nor god.

His life and cultivation were entirely dependent on the library. As long as the library was full of literary energy, the Old Man of the Book Mountain would naturally have a powerful cultivation and a long life. If the library was ruined and all the books were lost, the old man would naturally perish as well.

With such a connection, the Old Man of the Book Mountain will naturally guard the Langhuan Library wholeheartedly and will not allow any mistakes to occur.

"It is Senior Shushan. I have been disturbing you here for many years without paying my respects. This is truly my fault. Please forgive me, Senior."

After saying this, Guang Chengzi was about to bow, but the old man of the Book Mountain quickly avoided him and said with a smile, "Young Master is of noble status, and I am just a book keeper. How dare I accept such a great courtesy?"

If the young master truly wishes to express his gratitude, he might as well write down his cultivation insights in a notebook, which I can then enshrine in this library, to be revered day and night, for future generations to worship. That would satisfy me completely.

Guang Chengzi naturally understood what the Old Man of the Book Mountain wanted. With his level of cultivation, the cultivation notes he wrote would surely be full of literary spirit, like the essence of wolf smoke, even more so than all the ordinary classics combined.

For the old man of the book mountain, he didn't want any elixirs, magic fruits, or divine herbs; the only thing he couldn't refuse was these books brimming with literary spirit.

Although cultivation insights are very private, Guang Chengzi has been copying books here for many years, and the Old Man of Book Mountain has taken care of him and prevented other Shangqing immortals from disturbing him. Although it is what he should do, he is truly grateful.

In order to sever such ties of gratitude and to befriend this mysterious old man, Guang Chengzi was naturally happy to share his cultivation insights.

He not only wrote more than a dozen cultivation notes, but also compiled his many insights into the Great Dao of his own spiritual treasures into a book, which he gave to the Old Man of the Book Mountain to enrich the library.

The old man from the Book Mountain was overjoyed to receive more than thirty books at once. In return, he presented Guang Chengzi with a mysterious book.

The old man from the mountain of books said, "Young master, I really don't know how to thank you for such a great kindness. I have nothing to repay you with, but this book is something I made in my spare time by copying many records of mountains and rivers."

It contains numerous interesting anecdotes about the travels of the Shangqing Immortals and even the Three Celestial Venerables. I don't know if these are of any use, so I have only selected a portion of the most important parts to present to you, young master. I hope you will accept them with pleasure.

Holding the book, Guang Chengzi casually flipped through it and was immediately delighted.

Therefore, among all kinds of secret stories, this kind of travel is the most common, but there is something extraordinary to be found in the ordinary, especially these spontaneous travels.

With just a few flips through the pages, Guang Chengzi noticed several opportunities hidden within, but the owner behind them was unaware of them, thinking they were just amusing anecdotes.

Although countless years have passed and these opportunities may have long since found their destined owners and flown away, even if only one or two remain, they would still be of considerable help to Guang Chengzi.

"Truly, you reciprocate kindness with kindness. If I hadn't given you these cultivation manuals, I'm afraid the Old Man of the Book Mountain wouldn't have bothered to give me these books," Guang Chengzi thought to himself.

Although there are three celestial beings above, the Old Man of the Book Mountain cannot possibly commit any underhanded acts, but he can also sit idly by and pretend he knows nothing about it.

Even if someone asks the Old Man of the Book Mountain where some of his books on supernatural powers and secret techniques are, the Old Man of the Book Mountain can simply say that he doesn't know them, and no one can force him to come.

This is what they mean by "the King of Hell is easy to mess with, but his underlings are hard to deal with." Even if he does nothing, he can still make you waste countless hours.

If Guang Chengzi were to search through those interesting stories of his travels, he would probably search for ages and still not find much useful information. How could it be so much faster to record them directly into a book and send it to him?

After bidding farewell to the Old Man of the Book Mountain, Guang Chengzi found his way and immediately transformed into a golden light, leaving the Langhuan Library and heading towards the Jade Void Palace.

Watching Guang Chengzi's departing figure, and looking at the thirty-odd cultivation manuals in his hand, the old man of the book mountain's smile changed slightly.

He thought to himself, "Indeed, the disciples taught by the master are the best. Unlike those Shangqing immortals and gods, they all treat me like a servant!"

"Hmph! I might have tolerated you a bit in the past, but now that the proper young master has arrived, don't expect me to give you any pleasantries! If you want to seek divine power insights, you can search for them yourselves!"

Although the Old Man of the Book Mountain respected the three Heavenly Venerables equally under the guidance of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable who enlightened him to be born was the one he respected the most, without exception.

Seeing that even the disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was so polite made him yearn for the majesty of the Jade Void Palace and feel even more disgusted with those Shangqing Immortals.

It has to be said that it is quite an achievement for these Shangqing disciples to be so universally disliked and hated, even by figures like the Old Man of Shushan.

The Langhuan Library was very close to the top of Kunlun Mountain. In no time, Guang Chengzi had already flown to the top of the mountain. He then stopped at the edge of a cliff and began to tidy his clothes.

After tidying himself up, he quietly approached the Jade Void Palace and called out loudly, "Guang Chengzi requests an audience with his master. Please grant me permission to see him!"

His current return is ostensibly to complete his punishment and return to the palace, so he can't just barge in like before; he has to go through the motions first.

Before long, a fair-skinned and adorable boy pushed open the door with a delighted smile and said, "Senior Brother, you're finally back!" It was naturally the White Crane Boy.

Guang Chengzi also laughed and said, "How could I dare to be careless in my master's punishment? Of course, I had to copy everything cleanly before I dared to come back. I wonder if my master's anger has subsided and he is willing to see me?"

Baihe Tongzi knew that Guang Chengzi was saving face, so he said solemnly, "Master is merciful. Although I was displeased with Senior Brother's cruel actions earlier, I have long since calmed down. Please come in and see Senior Brother."

Guang Chengzi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and said, "It was truly my fault for angering Master. Fortunately, his anger has subsided now, otherwise I would not know how to face Master."

The White Crane Boy nodded and was about to lead Guang Chengzi through the door when suddenly a series of sounds came from the heavens above. A purple aura swept across the sky from west to east, dyeing the boundless sky a noble crimson color.

Countless melodious heavenly sounds resounded throughout the ten directions of the world, and endless auspicious clouds and rosy rays spread across the boundless universe, filling the heavenly realm with boundless joy.

Even the ruthless and impartial Heavenly Dao felt joy at this moment, which shows that an extremely remarkable being has been born!

Guang Chengzi and Baihe Tongzi were both startled and involuntarily looked up at the sky. They heard a powerful and calm divine voice appear in the ears of every living being in the world.

"Lying high in the nine heavens..."