Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

The magnificent sight was so overwhelming that the moment Song Ciwan laid eyes on it, she involuntarily broke out in goosebumps.

An indescribable emotion surged within her, accompanied by the resounding cries:

"From this day forward, the Human Race will no longer refine Golden Cores, but train only ourselves!"

"Even if the heavens fall and the earth shatters, the Jian Wood is toppled, and the path to immortality is severed!"

...

Song Ciwan’s heart churned with emotion. She watched as, under the sky of that distant era, a giant blade of flesh and blood formed by the Human Race came crashing down.

Before the giant blade stood the sky-reaching Divine Tree, which had been there since time immemorial, silent and still.

Though it was silent, it seemed to weep in sorrow.

The Divine Wood had a spirit; how could it ever be willing to sacrifice its own life?

But by that same token, the Divine Wood had a spirit, and the existence of that spirit seemed to make it understand why, at that very moment, it was the one that had to be felled, the one that had to be overthrown.

Beneath a sea of clouds and raging thunder, the voices of the Human Race converged, growing stronger.

Those voices came from all directions, from every corner of the world—from the high mountains and the deep Abyss, from the vast deserts and the ends of the earth...

Traveling over thousands of miles, the unified, resolute cry of the masses rang out:

"From this day forward, the Human Race will no longer be Puppets, but only ourselves!"

"Even if the mountains and rivers wither, the eras fade, and long life is no more!"

...

At the zenith of the sky, a hole seemed to have been torn open.

Behind the opening, terrifyingly spiky giant feet writhed, eager and ready, repeatedly trying to descend from the sky and into the crowd below.

Within the Celestial Cave, countless strange shrieks could be heard—struggling, twisting, and roaring in a frenzy!

The bizarre sounds were not a language, yet in a daze, Song Ciwan felt as if she understood them.

It was as if they were saying: "Human Race, believe in us, and you shall have eternal life."

"Human Race, the Jian Wood connects to the heavens. If you chop down this celestial wood yourselves, you will surely bring about your own doom."

"Human Race, from this day forth, you who have forsaken the Immortal Gods will become inhuman, destined to transform into demons."

"Human Race!"

"No longer human..."

...

Countless frenzied voices poured from the opening of the Celestial Cave, reaching the Mortal World. The winds howled, and in an instant, innumerable more lives were extinguished.

The Divine Wood remained still, only its dark green sap rained down from its crown, as if the very sky was weeping.

The great axe of flesh and blood formed by the Human Race finally struck the trunk of the Divine Wood. Though this had happened countless years ago, Song Ciwan felt as if she could hear a cry that reverberated through heaven and earth: ALAS!

The Divine Wood had a spirit, and in the end, it had to weep for all living beings.

KRAK KRAK KRAK! The Divine Wood was severed.

THOOM—!

The Divine Wood fell.

Song Ciwan’s heart and soul trembled. She involuntarily took a step forward and reached out her hand.

But in the world of light and shadow, upon the ruins, as the Divine Wood collapsed, heaven and earth quaked and the world was turned upside down.

All the members of the Human Race who had felled the Divine Wood disintegrated at that very moment, their flesh and blood turning to dust. Countless Soul Spirits of the Human Race dissipated, while a large portion of them plunged into the Divine Wood, transforming into its withered branches and fallen leaves.

Ultimately, they gave birth to new Demon Spirits.

The Divine Wood became the Demon Tree, severing the connection between heaven and earth. In the sky, the fractured Celestial Cave seemed to be obstructed by some strange law. Behind it, though the giant feet thrashed about in a frenzy, they were ultimately unable to break through this barrier.

From behind the Celestial Cave, those shrill voices roared with rage: "Human Race, we will never perish! We shall be reborn!"

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The aftershocks from the Jian Wood’s fall still reverberated, proving the prophecy from the voices behind the Celestial Cave to be true: the Jian Wood had fallen, but the Human Race who cut it down did not gain new life from their act.

On the contrary, more and more of the Human Race were dying. Deserts turned to wetlands, oceans dried into fields, towering mountain ranges crumbled into flatlands, and plains cracked open to form deep chasms...

Throughout this process, no matter how the people of the land struggled to survive, death followed them like a shadow.

Upon the ruins, the light and shadows continued to shift violently.

Song Ciwan saw it again—a familiar scene she had witnessed before: surviving Cultivators were cutting open their Golden Cores!

They carved out their own Golden Cores, crushed them, and extracted a tiny, indistinct blood-red speck buried deep within the center—

Song Ciwan’s heart pounded. She instinctively focused her vision, trying to see clearly what that blood-red speck was. ’Perhaps this is the source of all the terrifying secrets behind the Golden Core Dao!’

But the speck was simply too small. Even when Song Ciwan activated the Cyan Wood Eye in her left eye, she still couldn’t make out its secrets.

The Level of her Cyan Wood Eye was ultimately too low; for the current Song Ciwan, it was already far from sufficient.

She failed to see what the speck was, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that after extracting the blood-red specks, the Cultivators who had carved out their Golden Cores then dissolved the remnants in water.

’How strange,’ she thought. ’A Golden Core is supposed to be a solid mass of Energy, yet back then, it could be dissolved in water just like an Elixir.’

Afterwards, a group of robust-looking mortals stepped forward.

The group consisted of both men and women, all of them possessing strong, agile physiques. They took up the Energy Water containing the dissolved Golden Core fragments and drank it all down.

Then, some of them instantly exploded and died on the spot.

Others suddenly threw their heads back and howled, going berserk with ferocious expressions. Of those who went mad, some grew long fur, some sprouted scales, some had their skin turn pitch-black, and some even grew three heads and six arms...

In short, they took on all sorts of bizarre forms, each going mad in their own unique way.

These maddened people, in turn, brought great disaster upon the few surviving members of the Human Race.

But thankfully, there was a small handful who, after drinking the water with the Golden Core fragments, suddenly seemed to grasp something.

The Qi Blood in this small group surged. Abundant Energy nourished their limbs, bones, and internal organs. As it circulated, it rumbled, blasting open one acupoint after another.

As a result, their physiques grew even stronger. They could manipulate their Qi Blood and even came to possess various forms of Giant Power.

They could leap tens of yards in a single bound, tear apart monsters with their bare hands, hold up mountains, fill in seas...

The scenes were changing too quickly for Song Ciwan to watch them in great detail, but a realization dawned on her. ’So the Golden Core Cultivation Method truly is an ancient Cultivation Method! It’s a Cultivation Technique from a bygone era!’

After the Golden Core Cultivation Method came the Qi Blood cultivation of the Martial Artists.

During those most difficult of ancient times, it was the Martial Artists who became the backbone of the Human Race.

’Then what about those Immortal Seekers who cut out their own Golden Cores?’

’What happened to them afterward?’

’In the Great Zhou of today, a hundred flowers bloom among the Cultivation Techniques—Cultivators, Scholars, Body Refining, Zen Meditation... When did all of these appear?’

Song Ciwan had resolved one question, but many more soon took its place.

Just as a hundred thoughts were swirling through her mind, she suddenly caught sight of something in the rapidly shifting lights and shadows: a tiny, blood-red speck being picked up by an oblivious child—

’Wait,’ she realized. ’Those blood-red specks... when they were extracted before, the Immortal Seekers who cut out their own Golden Cores clearly destroyed them on the spot.’

’So where did this one that slipped through the cracks come from?’

Song Ciwan then saw the child pick up the red speck, open his mouth, and swallow it whole!

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