There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 110: One's Own Continent, the Bronze Spell.

Daguang folded ten times, flipping through the gaps between Xia Ming's fingers.

His gaze focused, Xia Ming directly grasped it firmly in the palm of his hand.

Whether it was He Niansheng or Daguang Xianzhou, could he really avoid them by hiding?

The road ahead is not easy; strengthening oneself is the right path.

In the end, it all comes down to those four words: strength is king.

As the Demon King himself, why fear ghosts and monsters?

With this in mind, Xia Ming swept his big hand and directly stuffed all the Daguang currency into his storage space.

It's always good to keep some, just in case he needs it one day.

Sitting cross-legged in the alchemy room, as the water vapor circulated in the cauldron, Xia Ming looked at his middle dantian with an anxious heart.

During the time Xia Ming acted as Elder Qingdaifeng, he also used the sect's salary spirit stones to refine his middle dantian.

With the restructuring of the sect, a pill master was precious, so Xia Ming was treated well.

But even so, Xia Ming still lacked spirit stones.

That middle dantian was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much spirit stones flowed in, it couldn't fill this huge hole.

Later on, Xia Ming even started refining Foundation Building Pills in exchange for sect spirit stones.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and Xia Ming finally refined his middle dantian.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Xia Ming slowly looked inward.

Although he had examined it many times before, every time he surveyed his entire middle dantian, a hint of helplessness would rise in Xia Ming's heart.

The lower dantian had become a furnace, but Xia Ming really didn't expect that his middle dantian would also undergo changes.

The middle dantian was chaotic and unclear, like a round chicken egg, containing clusters of blood-colored nebulae.

Under the cover of stacked nebulae, a bright and smooth seed, like a galaxy, could faintly be seen.

Looking at such a middle dantian, Xia Ming couldn't help but guess.

It seemed that the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel not only changed his first heavenly orifice, but also reshaped his middle dantian.

Xia Ming felt that his middle dantian was like a ball, an airtight ball!

What's even stranger is that this ball seems to be rotating, causing the blood-colored nebula in the middle to constantly change shape.

There is the Blood Wheel Heavenly Orifice blocking below and the second heavenly orifice suppressing above.

It can be said that with its own power, the middle dantian directly cut off Xia Ming's path to immortality.

The normal path to immortality should be like this:

Cultivators refine Qi in the lower dantian, and the Qi surges to the first heavenly orifice, then they build the foundation in the middle dantian. Inside the middle dantian, their own spiritual power is continuously tempered and refined. Finally, through the second heavenly orifice, a more stable and solid Gold Core is formed, which lays a solid foundation for the cultivator's Nascent Soul Great Dao.

However, Xia Ming's path to immortality became absurd from the Foundation Building Stage.

Relying on the lower dantian becoming a furnace, Xia Ming directly succeeded in Foundation Building.

Scratching his head forcefully, Xia Ming, as the person involved, couldn't help but raise a soul-searching question.

"Could it be that I really have to form a core in the lower dantian? Then, wouldn't my lower dantian truly become a cauldron?"

As if by some strange coincidence, Xia Ming thought of his crazy words that day.

The storage space is the dantian, and the dantian is the storage space.

If the lower dantian is truly a furnace that can mass produce Gold Cores...

Hundreds of Gold Cores of the Immortal Dao might actually be feasible!

Hundreds of Gold Cores, hundreds of Nascent Souls, and even hundreds of Immortal Souls!?

Perhaps by then, the entire world will have become my own immortal land!?

Thinking of this, Xia Ming also became somewhat unsettled.

Terrifying!

Absolutely terrifying!

This is not the path of immortality, it is clearly the path of heaven!

Just as Xia Ming was feeling proud, the brilliant seed within his lower dantian suddenly shook violently.

That seed seemed to come alive, between each breath, a massive amount of blood-colored clouds were completely devoured by it.

Immediately, something even more terrifying happened. Xia Ming discovered that his body was rapidly shrinking.

Within a few breaths, Xia Ming's once robust physique directly turned into skin and bones.

Looking at his emaciated arms, Xia Ming's body trembled violently.

Those blood-colored nebulae are the essence of my physical body?

Is that thing devouring me?!

The lower dantian represents the physical body?!

Just as Xia Ming was shocked, that brilliant seed quietly returned to calmness.

It may be quiet, but Xia Ming's remaining life force is almost gone.

Looking at the full seed inside his lower dantian, Xia Ming really had no way. He didn't know how to drive it, he couldn't even make it move a bit.

The origin of this seed is astonishingly significant.

It is a celestial seed!

Accurately speaking, it is the immortal species that Xia Ming comprehended in the mirror world that day.

It is Xia Ming's "selfish heart".

Although Xia Ming cannot currently control it, he is well aware of its function.

It originated from Longwu's immortal technique, so ultimately, it is also a curse.

All curses require a price, and the price Xia Ming pays for cursing the Immortal Law is his own self, from his physical body to his divine soul, all can be sacrificed.

The highlight is to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred oneself!

However, strictly speaking, Xia Ming's comprehension of the curse surpasses Longwu's tyrannical heart.

Because once Xia Ming casts the curse, not only does the opponent have to bear the consequences of the curse, but they also have to share the pain that Xia Ming endures!

This is Xia Ming's tyrannical heart!

Feel what I feel, think what I think!

With my flesh and blood, I dare to invite immortals into the game!

Just imagine, if the physical pain has its limits, what about the soul?

Xia Ming's soul is abnormal, and when he consumes the blood pill, who can withstand him?

...

Just as Xia Ming was carefully examining the immortal seed in his dantian, He Niansheng inside the cave slowly lifted his head.

He had a thin figure, resembling a skeleton, but his one eye was like a lone star in the cold night, shining brightly.

Slowly extending his thin palm, He Niansheng smiled as he looked at the deformed seed suspended in his palm, resembling a crescent moon.

The Immortal Law, indeed, it is indescribably wonderful.

Supporting himself with a bronze longsword, He Niansheng stood up little by little.

He Niansheng's figure gradually occupied the entire cave, and faintly visible in the corners of the cave were several small figures huddled together.

"Immortal! Immortal sir! Please don't kill us..."

"Brother... I want to go home..."

"Brother! I'm scared!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Shielding his young brother behind him, a dark-eyed young man stood up and faced the one-eyed demon in front of him.

"If you want to kill, then kill me alone. Please let my brother go, he's still young, he shouldn't die."

Quietly watching the young man in front of him, He Niansheng remained expressionless and said,

"What is your name?"

"Ji Shiyi!"

"Good, Ji Shiyi, today I will teach you a lesson: death does not discriminate by age."

Before the words fell, He Niansheng shook his sword, and a long, thin bloodstain appeared on the forehead of the young man behind Ji Shiyi.

"Brother! Brother! I'm scared!"

Embracing his brother, Ji Shiyi looked at the long wound and then at He Niansheng not far away, finally sighing deeply.

It seems... that immortal sir was just scaring people.

Seeing Ji Shiyi's reaction, He Niansheng coldly smiled.

The immortal seed in his hand suddenly shook, and the bronze longsword shattered into pieces on the ground.

With a gust of wind, it dissipated into nothingness.

Immediately after, the cave resounded with the agonizing cries of the young man.

"Brother! Brother! It hurts! My whole body hurts! My bones! My flesh! Brother, it hurts so much!"

Ji Shiyi, holding his brother, was helpless in the face of his brother's painful wailing.

Only to see a layer of shallow rust slowly forming on the wound on the young man's forehead.

The blood-red rust continued to deepen along the young man's wound, penetrating into the bone marrow.

In the end, in Ji Shiyi's embrace, his brother turned into a handful of reddish-brown rust.

His entire body, bones, blood... even his clothes!

All gone.

Staring in astonishment at the pile of rust in his arms, Ji Shiyi's whole body trembled.

"You! You! You killed my brother!"

Like a ferocious young beast, Ji Shiyi pounced directly at He Niansheng.

His mouth wide open, as if wanting to tear a piece of flesh from He Niansheng's body!

Gently brushing his sleeve, Ji Shiyi was directly knocked unconscious by He Niansheng's palm.

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, a faint smile appeared on He Niansheng's lips.

"This is the Immortal Law I have realized..."

"The Bronze Curse!"

...

Under the Ninth Layer's towering walls that blocked out the sky, lies the city of Daguan Fan.

Daguan Fan is the place where criminals are suppressed, and a large portion of these criminals have the surname Zhao.

On top of the ancestral peak are the physical bodies of immortals. Unless specifically released, they will never be able to leave in their lifetime.

At this moment, Zhao Jiu, bare-chested, was kneeling in front of the ancestral peak.

"Worthless! You are simply worthless! So many people! So many years of effort! And yet you have not realized anything?"

"You are not even worthy of the surname Zhao! If it weren't for your destiny and character being compatible with Longwu, how could such a thing fall to you?"

"Worthless! From today onwards, I will strip you of your Zhao surname qualification!"

Listening to the reprimand from above, Zhao Jiu remained kneeling on the ground.

Biting down hard on his back teeth, Zhao Jiu slowly lifted his head.

Looking at the giant sun silhouette behind that person, Zhao Jiu's teeth were almost shattered.

"Ancestor of three generations! I am willing to climb the ancestral peak!"

Upon hearing Zhao Jiu's words, a hint of seriousness flashed in Zhao San's eyes.

Climb the ancestral peak?

Currently, with the tearing of the giant sun silhouette, climbing the ancestral peak is equivalent to burning one's bridges.

On top of the ancestral peak lies the physical body of an immortal.

Climbing the ancestral peak tests one's conscience, understanding of the Dao, and bloodline.

Zhao Daxian's eyes tolerate no sand. Once he deems that you are not qualified to inherit the bloodline, he will mercilessly strip it away.

Of course, for the descendants he favors, he will provide certain encouragement.

Since the day of the ascension of Daguan Island, there have been a total of twenty-two people who have climbed the ancestral peak.

Among them, only one person received the blessing of the immortal.

Looking at the resolute expression in Zhao Jiu's eyes, Zhao San slowly walked up to him.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Reporting to the ancestor of three generations, I have thought it through."

"Good."

Gently patting Zhao Jiu's shoulder, Zhao San calmly said,

"If you successfully reach the summit and gain the recognition of the immortal, you will be the ninth generation."

"If you fail, your entire branch will be stripped of the bloodline and sent to Xizi Cangzhou."

Looking at Zhao San's incredibly calm eyes, Zhao Jiu nodded forcefully.

Having reached this point, he has no way back.

(End of this chapter)