Chapter 803
[Descendants of Immortals] Level 2, My Successor
Chapter 803 [Descendants of Immortals] Level 2, My Successor
As Zhang Yu crossed the boundaries of Kunxu, he could feel the concentration of immortal energy in the air constantly increasing.
When he arrived at the 13th floor of Kunxu, the concentration of immortal energy there had reached 2% to 3%. In such a concentrated environment of immortal energy, even if he did nothing, his physical strength would naturally be enhanced.
When Zhang Yu arrived at the 14th floor of Kunxu, the concentration of immortal energy reached 3% to 4%.
Zhang Yu could feel that the various powers within his body were becoming increasingly active in this environment, and it seemed that no matter what martial arts or Taoist techniques he used, their effects would be enhanced layer by layer.
"In this 14th-level environment, the effect of cultivation is much stronger than in the lower levels, even just by practicing the daily techniques."
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly, "If we compare this to the first level of Kunxu, then just lying here every day would probably make me progress much faster than the students who are diligently cultivating on the first level."
At the same time, Zhang Yu could also feel that under the sunlight on the 14th floor, his thinking speed increased again. All sorts of thoughts in his mind were running at high speed like lightning. Any problem, any thought... seemed to become easier and more effortless.
"I've gained about three times the speed of my thinking," Zhang Yu thought to himself. "If I continue to climb upwards layer by layer like this, even without using any of the functions of the Dharma Realm or the Spirit Realm, my thinking speed will be many times that of the lower realm."
"It's hard to imagine how much faster the immortals must have progressed to the higher levels."
"This is what they mean by a day in heaven being a year on earth."
"What takes one day for those above to think is enough for those below to think for a year."
Zhang Yu could sense that this huge gap in thinking efficiency alone was enough to create an insurmountable chasm, making it extremely difficult for the cultivators below to catch up with those above, not to mention the addition of other various conditions.
Fuki said, "The higher up the sun and moon shines, the more powerful it becomes, and it's even free."
She exclaimed, somewhat puzzled, "How can this be provided for free? Why not charge for it? How much money are they losing out on?"
Zhanxian explained, "Because these rays of sunlight and moonlight... come from the gods of the past."
Fuki: "Huh?"
Zhanxian continued, “The ancient gods once illuminated the world with their divine light, earning the worship and respect of humankind and gathering the faith of countless people. They were also an important force in managing this world.”
"But later, when God asked believers to donate their wealth to help the poor..."
Upon hearing this, Fukihime couldn't help but exclaim, "Has this god gone mad?"
Zhanxian said, "That's right. At that time, the gods were considered by cultivators to have fallen into the demonic path, gone mad, and wreaked havoc on the world."
"So the cultivators joined forces to attack the 'Mad God' and agreed to cut off the god's radiance and hang it high in the nine heavens for everyone to use for free."
"They succeeded, and from then on, the divine light shone high in the nine heavens, and everyone could bathe in the divine light."
"But what is being bathed below is only a tiny bit peeking out from between the fingers; only the very top can enjoy the greatest benefits of the divine light."
Just as Zhan Xian was speaking, Zhang Yu stepped into the void and arrived at the 14th floor.
He glanced at the magnificent palace not far away and knew that it was the Zhongji Heaven region of the 14th level of Kunxu.
The so-called Central Heaven is the central region of the sect level.
Zhongjitian, from the 11th to the 20th floor, is like a series of skyscrapers built from the top of a city, like a pillar of heaven... It "grew" from the 11th floor of Kunxu to the 20th floor.
Within each layer of the Middle Heaven, there are the respective regions of the ten major sects, scattered like vast national territories, interlocking and intertwined.
Zhang Yu knew that the rows of magnificent palaces he could see were one of the areas of the Myriad Laws Sect in the 14th level of the Extreme Heaven.
Even from mid-air, Zhang Yu could sense the layers of protection within the spirit realm and the law realm. He feared that if he approached even slightly, he would be subjected to rigorous checks.
However, Zhang Yu did not intend to approach the office area of the Wanfa Sect when he arrived on the 14th floor.
His gaze swept across the area, landing on a patch of sky far from the office area.
The next moment, Zhang Yu moved and accelerated towards the distant clouds.
"The legacy left behind by Fu Xiantian should be located in this area..."
Just as Zhang Yu was searching according to Zhan Xian's guidance, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he felt as if the world had changed, as if he had arrived in another space.
This is a tiny space that shimmers with a faint glow, like a cave.
Sensing the peculiarity of this space, Zhang Yu's heart stirred: "Is this a separate small space?"
Meanwhile, in the sky outside the small space, a figure of Zhang Yu could be seen standing quietly, concealing the fact that the real Zhang Yu had entered the small space.
"That is……"
Just as Zhang Yu entered this small space, he saw a figure sitting not far in front of him.
Zhang Yu's body surged with magical power, his flesh taut, and the space in his palm distorted, ready for battle at any moment.
But the next moment, he was surprised to find that the sitting figure... had no life force at all, and was a complete corpse.
"A corpse?" Zhang Yu wondered. "Is this the corpse that Fu Xiantian left behind?"
Zhan Xian knew that Zhang Yu was asking him a question, so he replied, "I don't know what my master left behind. As for this corpse... I don't recognize this person."
At the same time, Zhang Yu had already stepped forward and was examining the corpse sitting on the ground.
The corpse's eyes were sunken, and the eyeballs seemed to have been gouged out. Its sleeves were empty, and its hands and feet appeared to have been severed.
There are also two shocking holes, one in the head and one in the lower abdomen, as if they are trying to dig something out of them.
The corpse was covered in countless wounds, making it unrecognizable. It was clear that the victim had suffered inhuman torture before death.
As Zhang Yu was examining the corpse, he felt the power of the [Descendant of Immortals] within him stirring.
The opening of the immortal space even opened proactively in the palm of his hand, like a giant maw ready to devour someone, trying to drag Zhang Yu's hand toward the location of the corpse.
"Brother Dao's Dao Seed... a descendant of immortals has actually been activated?"
Zhang Yu was surprised to find that the upgrade prompts for [Descendants of Immortals] in the "Yu Shu" had changed.
"Liberate the corpses of our ancestors and merge with the space of inheritance?"
Zhang Yu looked at the corpse in front of him and tentatively reached out his hand.
The next moment, the corpse was completely absorbed into the immortal space, and then a will suddenly burst out from the corpse, as if this long-dormant corpse was about to come back to life.
At the same time, Zhang Yu felt his thoughts being drawn to the other party.
After a flash of light and shadow, Zhang Yu was surprised to find that the world before him had changed drastically, as if he had entered another world.
Looking at the surrounding bamboo forests, streams, and distant mountain peaks, Zhang Yu was startled: "Where is this again?"
"Slaying immortals?"
"Fu Ji?"
Zhanxian: "I'm here."
Fukuhime: "I'm here too."
Zhang Yu gradually understood the situation before him: "This feeling... is a bit like when I watched the memories of the Great Sage Wild Bull before. Except this time, Zhan Xian, Fu Ji and I came to watch it together."
"I am no longer viewing this memory from the perspective of the Great Sage Ebony, but rather from the perspective of an observer?"
Just as Zhang Yu was thinking this, a soft laugh came from not far away.
With a thought, Zhang Yu appeared like an invisible ghost in the direction from which the laughter came.
On a high platform, a group of people dressed in Taoist robes were gathered together, listening to a Taoist priest giving a lecture.
The Taoist priest giving the lecture was tall and handsome, with a dashing and spirited demeanor. One glance was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person, and his mere presence seemed to attract everyone's attention.
As Zhang Yu listened to what he was saying, it seemed to be an ancient Taoist scripture, the content of which was obscure and difficult to understand, far less accessible than modern materials.
Zhanxian said, "It is the ancient Daoist book of myriad laws. This should be a scene of disciples of the ancient Myriad Laws Sect listening to lectures."
Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat: "Could this be the memory of a disciple of the Myriad Laws Sect?"
Just then, the Taoist priest who was giving the lecture said, "Ying Xintian, you answer this question."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu abruptly turned his head and looked at the Taoist priest who had stood up to answer the question.
A short, plain-looking Taoist priest, who looked like an ordinary passerby, stood up.
Zhang Yu exclaimed in surprise, "He's Ying Xintian? He looks..."
Although Zhang Yu didn't say the second half of his sentence, Fu Ji and Zhan Xian both understood what he meant.
The person in front of me, Ying Xintian, looks quite ordinary and it's hard to connect him with the immortal who would later seize the sixth floor of Kunxu.
On the contrary, the Taoist priest who was giving the lecture looked more like a prodigy of the Wanfa Sect.
And the subsequent performance of both sides seemed to further confirm Zhang Yu's feeling.
In class, Ying Xintian always seemed so quiet, so inconspicuous, so ordinary.
However, the Taoist priest who gave the lecture, named Ling Feng, always shone brightly and displayed extraordinary talent.
Based on the conversation, Zhang Yu gradually understood that Ling Feng was the senior disciple of the Wanfa Sect in this generation. He often taught disciples on behalf of his master and was half a teacher to his fellow disciples. He was quite prestigious in the Wanfa Sect.
There was also a junior sister in the sect named Qi Mengyun, who was beautiful and refined. After entering the sect, she cultivated under Ling Feng's guidance and gradually developed feelings for each other.
On this day, the sect's patriarch bestowed an opportunity, selecting a group of disciples to enter the secluded realm behind the mountain for twenty years of seclusion to comprehend the sect's profound Taoist arts.
As the eldest disciple, Ling Feng was naturally selected and was given high expectations.
However, faced with the earnest expectations of many elders, Ling Feng chose to refuse.
Upon hearing Ling Feng's refusal, Qi Mengyun found him and asked sternly, "Why do you refuse?"
Qi Mengyun said earnestly, "Senior brother, I respect and love you because of your noble character and your ambition to climb to the pinnacle of immortality. Now that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is before you, how can you give it up for a moment of pleasure? How will you ever reach the pinnacle of immortality?"
Under the moonlight, the two made a promise: twenty years later... when Ling Feng emerged from seclusion, they would become Daoist partners and comprehend the Great Dao together. Watching the two embrace under the moon, Zhang Yu sighed inwardly, "Are there still people like this in Kunxu? I'm getting a little uncomfortable watching this."
In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng had been in seclusion in the small world for twenty years.
However, due to the loss of control over the Taoist magic, the small world was sealed off, trapping Ling Feng and his fellow disciples inside.
It wasn't until a hundred years later, when Ling Feng completely took control of the small world, that they were finally freed.
He rushed into the door, eager to find the figure he had been waiting for for a hundred years.
But when he arrived at Qimengyun's cave with great joy, he found that someone else was living there.
After some questioning, he learned that Qi Mengyun had gone down the mountain to travel 30 years ago and had disappeared without a trace since.
Upon hearing the news, Ling Feng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He frantically searched the world for any trace of Qi Mengyun, and it took him five years to find even the slightest clue.
It turns out that 30 years ago, when Qi Mengyun went down the mountain to travel, she was spied on by the Heavenly Demon Prince of the Heavenly Demon Sect and was forcibly abducted.
Ling Feng then embarked on a thousand-mile pursuit, tracking down the Heavenly Demon Prince, determined to force him to reveal Qi Mengyun's whereabouts.
Fuki said, "What a crazy old age, full of idiots and fools."
Both sides were outstanding young talents from the righteous and demonic paths, and after a fierce battle that lasted for thousands of miles, Ling Feng ultimately prevailed and was about to suppress the Heavenly Demon Prince.
Just then, Qi Mengyun appeared and was used by the Heavenly Demon Prince to block the attack.
Ling Feng abruptly stopped his Daoist technique, suffering internal injuries, and was then captured by Qi Mengyun and the Heavenly Demon Prince.
Ling Feng then realized that Qi Mengyun had not been kidnapped by the Heavenly Demon Prince, but had voluntarily transferred to the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Ling Feng looked at her in confusion and asked, "Junior Sister, why?"
Qi Mengyun slowly said, "Senior brother, do you know how I've spent the past hundred years since you went into seclusion...?"
"For the first 20 years, I devoted myself to cultivation every day, hoping that when you emerge from seclusion, I can be closer to you."
"But over the next 50 years, my daily progress was limited, and some of my later disciples even caught up with me."
"My heart was filled with anxiety, and my cultivation progressed even slower each day. I could only watch my hair gradually turn gray, wrinkles appear on my face, and I grew older day by day..."
Qi Mengyun looked at Ling Feng and said, "Senior brother, I am not reconciled. Why is it that after you went into seclusion, I have been cultivating diligently for seventy years and still have not made any breakthrough? In terms of ambition, hard work, and perseverance, I am not inferior to anyone. Why is it that some people can surpass me in just ten or twenty years?"
"Just because of talent?"
"Then why is it that we righteous cultivators, no matter how talented we are, still struggle to make progress despite our daily arduous cultivation, while demonic cultivators, indulging in pleasure, can advance by leaps and bounds in a single day?"
“Because… the demonic path devours people!” Ling Feng glared at the other person and said, “So, you entered the demonic path 30 years ago?”
Qi Mengyun stroked the other's face and said, "Senior brother, I want to live. I don't want to see you again as an old woman with white hair..."
Looking into Qi Mengyun's eyes, Ling Feng seemed to see countless wronged souls wailing and countless people being swallowed up crying out.
Qi Mengyun continued, "Senior brother, why don't you come with me? Let's join the Heavenly Demon Sect together, okay?"
Silence... All that greeted Qi Mengyun was Ling Feng's endless silence.
Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Ling Feng finally asked, "How many people did you... eat?"
Qi Mengyun's face darkened, and she said, "Mortals are as worthless as weeds. Rather than wasting their lives in this world, why not help us ascend to the path of immortality..."
Ling Feng sighed softly, "Good and evil cannot coexist."
"I told you this when you first started learning."
"If a friend becomes a demon, kill the friend; if a relative becomes a demon, exterminate the relative; if a sect becomes a demon, exterminate the sect."
Seeing Ling Feng's resolute expression, Qi Mengyun sighed, stepped back, and hugged the Heavenly Demon Prince beside her: "Your Highness, I can't persuade him. Please do it yourself."
The Heavenly Demon Prince sneered and said, "Ling Feng, running into you two, brother and sister, is truly my bad luck."
“Thirty years ago, your junior sister knelt before me like a dog, begging me to take her under my wing and perform rituals to extend her lifespan.”
"Thirty years later, it's you again chasing after me like a mad dog. When you all cultivated the immortal path, did you have no sense of risk management? You all acted so recklessly?"
Faced with the Heavenly Demon Prince, Ling Feng fought back, but was still suppressed by the two and imprisoned.
People only know that Ling Feng disappeared, but they don't know that after he was imprisoned by the Heavenly Demon Prince, he was tortured every day, his skin was torn open and his bones were broken and cracked.
In addition, the Heavenly Demon Prince used various demonic methods to lure Ling Feng into the demonic path.
Later on, the Heavenly Demon Prince seemed to gradually lose interest in Ling Feng and had not seen him for a long time.
When Ling Feng saw the light of day again, it was Ying Xintian who broke out of the prison and rescued him.
Watching the memories gradually fade away, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "So that's how it is. So these are Ling Feng's memories? The once radiant senior brother has fallen, which is why Ying Xintian had the opportunity to rise?"
Fu Ji said, "This Heavenly Demon Prince claims to be a demonic cultivator, but his torture skills are terrible. He just beats you up once and that's it?"
Just then, lines of writing appeared before Zhang Yu's eyes, and an extremely powerful intent emanated from those words, imprinting itself into Zhang Yu's mind. Just by seeing these lines of writing, he could feel the unparalleled domineering intent and supreme strength of the person who left them.
"Senior Brother Ling Feng, though dull-witted and unknown, is devoted to the Dao and has a strong sense of justice. He is a senior brother I have always admired greatly."
"In order to persuade Senior Sister Qi Mengyun to return from the clutches of the Heavenly Demon Prince, he was chased for thousands of miles by the Heavenly Demon Prince, but he fought to the death and did not give up, which made me admire him. I left this dream to remember Senior Brother Lingfeng."
Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback upon seeing these two sentences, and asked in confusion, "Dull-witted? Unknown? Chased for thousands of miles by the Heavenly Demon Prince? This is completely different from what we just saw, isn't it?"
Fuki said, "Who wrote these two lines? They must be wrong."
Just then, Zhanxian said, "It shouldn't be written wrong."
"Actually, I found it strange just now. As far as I know... Master Ying was by no means an unknown disciple in ancient times. Rather, since he began cultivating the immortal path, he has been famous throughout the world and is recognized as a genius of all laws."
Fuki asked, "Then what about the memories we just saw?"
Zhanxian asked, "Do people's memories truly represent reality?"
Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback and asked in surprise, "You mean... Ling Feng embellished himself in his memories?"
Zhanxian nodded: "That's right, and look at what's said at the end... This is probably not a simple memory, but a dream formed by memories. It's even more normal to beautify oneself in a dream formed by memories."
Zhang Yu sighed, "So the person who shone brightly back then... was Ying Xintian. Ling Feng was the one who remained unknown."
"It wasn't that he chased the Heavenly Demon Prince for a thousand miles; it was that he was chased by the other party for a thousand miles."
At the same time, lines of text continued to appear before Zhang Yu's eyes.
"When I found Senior Brother Ling Feng, his eyes had been gouged out, his hands and feet had been cut off, his immortal roots had been taken away, his Dao foundation had been extracted, and his primordial spirit had been pulled out."
"But I know that until the very last moment of his life, he had not yet turned to the evil path."
Upon seeing these words, Zhang Yu was stunned again: "That corpse... was it Ling Feng? But I clearly didn't experience this level of torture in my memories..."
The next moment, Zhang Yu realized what was happening and Zhan Xian sighed softly, "This is a dream constructed from Ling Feng's memories."
"The fact that the torture was not shown in detail only shows one thing... that he didn't care."
"Whether it was the destruction of his physical body or the severing of his immortal foundation, it did not shake his will, nor did it even concern him. So much so that the so-called tortures became insignificant in his dreams."
"On the contrary, the so-called temptations of the demonic path, the killings and evil deeds of the demonic path, the people that Qi Mengyun ate... he remembered them clearly and they were clearly reflected in his dreams."
Zhang Yu didn't speak, but continued to look at the words that appeared in front of him.
"Qi Mengyun is a woman with a heart as venomous as a snake and a deep-rooted demonic nature. After transplanting Senior Brother Ling Feng's immortal roots and foundation, her cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds."
"The moment I saved Senior Brother Ling Feng, I made a decision: Qi Mengyun and the Heavenly Demon Prince... I must kill them both."
"But no one expected that what I originally only wanted to do was to kill these two demons, which led to a great war between good and evil, and caused endless troubles."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yu, Zhan Xian, and Fu Ji had already guessed that the message was clearly left by Ying Xintian.
But Zhang Yu never expected that the series of battles he had just witnessed would actually be the fuse for the war between good and evil.
Zhang Yu was not given much time to think; the words in front of him continued to appear.
"To the one who sees these words, I have left you the secret realm of my sect's heritage. The one who inherits this secret realm will be the successor of my righteous path."
"Regardless of the final outcome of the battle between good and evil, I only hope you can remember... that good and evil cannot coexist."
Looking at this sentence, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "The final result? Could it be that when Ying Xintian wrote this, the war between good and evil was not yet over? Or does he... believe that the final result of the war between good and evil has not yet emerged, and that everything is not yet finished?"
As the last words appeared, Zhang Yu sensed that Ling Feng's corpse had completely dissipated within the Immortal Space. At the same time, an invisible space burst forth from the dissipated corpse and merged into Zhang Yu's Immortal Space.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yu's immortal space rapidly expanded, transforming into a vast space that was 100 meters high, 100 meters wide, and 100 meters long.
At the same time, he could also see that on the Dao Seed Genealogy of the Feather Book, the [Descendant of Immortals] had been upgraded to level 2.
After a little contemplation, Zhang Yu understood that this Level 2 [Descendant of Immortals] not only possessed a wider space, but could even accommodate consciousness within it.
"Consciousness?" Zhang Yu thought to himself, "The original immortal space could only store inanimate objects, but now it can store consciousness? Could it be that if it continues to improve, it will be able to store living things?"
"So, what are the methods for further improvement..."
Zhang Yu looked at the Dao Seed Genealogy, sensing the information about [Descendants of Immortals] within it, and thought to himself, "Should we continue to liberate the bodies of our ancestors and merge with the inheritance space?"
Based on what Ying Xintian had just said, Zhang Yu gradually formed a guess.
"The so-called inheritance space should be the secret realm of the Yingxintian lineage? It is an independent space."
"Ying Xintian hid this separate space along with the corpse."
"Once I find it, I will swallow it into the immortal space and gradually expand the space, thus raising the level of the immortal descendant."
(End of this chapter)