Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing

Gale-force winds howled as Lin Zheyu led the three men into the distance, arriving at a secluded corner of the Chaotic Star Sea.

Lin Zheyu slowed to a halt. "This will do!"

According to his senses, there were no powerful cultivators within a radius of more than twenty kilometers. The strongest among them was only at the Foundation Establishment realm. He turned his right hand over, and a long saber condensed into being.

"Something's wrong!"

At the sight of this, all three people behind him were seized by a sense of foreboding. It was obvious that the Shackles realm martial artist ahead had discovered them long ago.

"Form the formation!" the man in the lead ordered coldly.

The three had fought alongside one another for over a century and developed an extraordinary degree of coordination. Even while traveling, they had maintained the formation required by their array.

With a mere thought, powerful spirit power surged from their bodies, and a faint, almost imperceptible connection linked the three together. Immediately afterward, their auras began to soar. From the early Golden Core realm, they rapidly rose to the middle stage, then surged unstoppably into the late stage. Their auras did not stop climbing until they reached the peak of the Golden Core realm.

"Kill him! End this quickly!" the middle-aged woman said coldly, a chilling murderous intent flashing through her eyes.

The entire process unfolded with astonishing speed. The instant they sensed something unusual in Lin Zheyu's actions, they reacted. The Nine Luminaries Supreme Purity Three Powers Formation was a special formation designed to complement their primary cultivation techniques, and its workings had practically become second nature to them. From realizing that something was wrong to responding and completing the formation, less than a single breath had passed.

By the time Lin Zheyu came to a stop, the three bandit cultivators had already completed their formation and made every preparation. The leading man's expression turned solemn. His hands rapidly formed a series of seals before spreading apart, and a dense, eerie glow erupted from his body, instantly enveloping the surrounding void and trapping Lin Zheyu within it.

In an instant, countless threads of spirit power, invisible to the naked eye, spread densely throughout the surrounding void. Like a spider's web, they possessed astonishing elasticity and were imbued with terrifying toxicity and adhesiveness. Even as they restricted Lin Zheyu's movements, their potent poison continuously corroded his physique.

"Interesting, but far too weak!" Lin Zheyu watched the three bandit cultivators charge toward him, a cold smile curling across his lips.

His body shifted ever so slightly, and the countless spirit power threads wrapped around him snapped apart. The toxins that had invaded his body failed to affect Lin Zheyu in the slightest. The immense vitality within him instantly devoured every trace of poison.

"Not good! This man is incredibly powerful! Xiong De, Huo Fang, hurry!" The leading man's expression changed drastically when he sensed the spirit power threads snapping apart.

His gaze sharpened as the spirit power within him churned violently. With him at the center, even more threads of spirit power spread outward and merged into the surrounding void. As the threads permeated it, the void instantly transformed, becoming thick and viscous like a gelatinous liquid.

Swoosh!

A streak of dark light tore through the void and shot toward the center of Lin Zheyu's brow. At the same time, the middle-aged man named Xiong De gripped a pitch-black iron hammer with both hands, a vicious smile curling across his lips. Spirit power poured frantically from his body into the hammer, causing it to blaze with black light.

Ripples spread through the void as a colossal hammer condensed into being. It was identical to the one in the middle-aged cultivator's hands, only a hundred times larger. With overwhelming force, it came crashing toward Lin Zheyu.

Cracking sounds rang out as invisible fissures spread through the void, as though it were shattering. Yet Lin Zheyu appeared entirely unaffected. His figure abruptly vanished into the void, and the long sword wreathed in dark light pierced through nothing more than the afterimage he had left behind.

"How is that possible?" the leading man, Xiong De, and Huo Fang exclaimed in shock.

The three worked together with flawless coordination. The leading man was responsible for restraining their opponents, combining his secret art with the formation to bind them at the first opportunity. Xiong De handled attacks against the soul. A single blow from his hammer could leave an opponent dazed and disoriented, their soul violently shaken. Huo Fang was responsible for delivering the killing blow. With her flying sword, she could effortlessly take an enemy's head from hundreds of kilometers away.

Working together, they stood a good chance of severely injuring even a late-stage Golden Core realm cultivator in their opening assault. Yet this crude martial artist before them had effortlessly broken through the combined might of their ultimate techniques!

"Watch out!" the leading man shouted.

Vast spirit power surged forth, sending ripples through the void. The woman was abruptly shifted more than ten meters to the right.

A flash of saber light suddenly appeared and slashed through the spot where the woman had just been standing. With the leading man's assistance, she narrowly avoided the fatal strike.

Xiong De narrowed his eyes and spun around sharply, swinging his pitch-black iron hammer toward the woman's former position. The hammer struck Lin Zheyu squarely.

Lin Zheyu remained calm as scales instantly spread across his left fist. He unleashed a ferocious punch, and terrifying power erupted as his fist slammed into the enormous phantom of the pitch-black iron hammer.

The webbing between Xiong De's thumb and forefinger shook violently as he gripped the black iron hammer. His blood qi surged backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as his face turned pale.

"How is this possible? Could it be... could you have a soul-defense dharma treasure on you?" Xiong De exclaimed.

The pitch-black iron hammer in his hands was a powerful soul-attack dharma treasure. Even a peak Golden Core realm expert would not dare withstand its attack head-on. Yet this crude martial artist had blocked the pitch-black hammer's attack with his bare fist and emerged completely unscathed.

"Heh..." Lin Zheyu scoffed softly, his eyes filled with disdain.

The instant his fist struck the phantom of the pitch-black iron hammer, an identical black hammer had condensed outside his sea of consciousness. It slammed into the vast, ocean-like expanse of golden energy, but it was like a pebble falling into a tranquil lake, stirring only a few faint ripples. The man's attack was utterly insignificant to him, little more than a tickle.

"This one's too tough. Retreat!" the leading man urgently transmitted to the others.

The moment the other two heard him, all three turned almost simultaneously and transformed into streaks of light that raced toward the distant horizon.

"Splitting up? Do you think that will be enough to escape?" Lin Zheyu sneered.

The three were somewhat formidable when they worked together, but once separated, none of them could withstand even a single exchange against Lin Zheyu.

A gentle breeze swept past, and Lin Zheyu's figure instantly vanished into the void. At the same time, he pushed the Heaven-Deceiving Art to its limits. Before the three cultivators' horrified eyes, every trace of his aura disappeared from the world.

"Damn it! This bastard was hiding his true strength!"

The three instantly realized that they were finished. No matter how cautious they were, those who constantly walked along the riverbank were bound to get their shoes wet eventually. This time, they had run into a terrifying expert.

"Fortunately, he's only a crude martial... Urgh..." A trace of relief had only just surfaced in the leading man's heart as he took comfort in the fact that his opponent was merely a crude martial artist.

Martial artists were considerably slower than immortal cultivators. However, before the thought could even finish, the man's eyes widened. A crimson line suddenly appeared across his body, running diagonally from the center of his brow down to his right thigh. Half of his body slowly slid away to the side...

Saber light streaked through the air, and two bursts of blood bloomed one after another across the sky. The moment the three bandit cultivators split up and fled, their fate was sealed. In less than two seconds, all three had been slain. Lin Zheyu's figure emerged from the void. With a light wave of his hands, the three corpses plummeting toward the sea suddenly flew toward him.

"Immortal cultivators do possess more varied and versatile abilities. But in the face of an overwhelming disparity in strength, even the most cunning and unpredictable Immortal Dao secret arts and dharma treasures are equally powerless." Lin Zheyu shook his head slightly. This was precisely what it meant for overwhelming power to break through all techniques.

***

Eight days later, deep in the mountains outside Wuling City, the figure of a white-robed young man emerged from the void. He took a step forward and vanished once more. The scenery around him shifted, revealing the teleportation formation leading to the market.

Lin Zheyu smiled coldly. "Fan Hongwei... It has been a long time. I wonder if that old bastard is dead yet."

Light swirled around him, and his figure disappeared from the mountain forest before reappearing within the familiar immortal market. This was where Lin Zheyu had first encountered that old bastard Fan Hongwei.

Now, however, Lin Zheyu's strength was worlds apart from what it had been back then. When unleashing his full power, he stood only a step away from the Nascent Soul realm.

As long as he gathered all the heavenly treasures and earthly wonders required to cultivate the Primordial Chaos True Art, his strength would undergo a tremendous transformation within a short period and rise to the level of the Nascent Soul realm.

Someone of that strength could already be considered a major figure in the cultivation world. Even among many renowned cultivation families, their strongest ancestors were only at the Nascent Soul realm. Once he possessed sufficient strength, it would be time to seek revenge against that old bastard from the Soaring Cloud Pavilion.

As Lin Zheyu walked through the market, he found it as bustling as ever. The familiar sights lining the streets stirred a sense of nostalgia within him. This was the first immortal market he had entered after coming into contact with the cultivation world. It was also here that the old bastard Fan Hongwei noticed something extraordinary about him: his exceptionally keen spiritual perception. From that moment onward, the wheels of fate had begun to turn.

I'll look around first. I still need five kinds of heavenly treasures and earthly wonders. Perhaps I can find one or two of them here, Lin Zheyu thought.

Before coming here, he had visited three other immortal markets in search of the heavenly treasures and earthly wonders required to cultivate the Primordial Chaos True Art. After an extensive round of purchases that cost him thirteen high-grade spirit stones, he was still missing five kinds of heavenly treasures and earthly wonders.

These five were exceedingly precious and frighteningly expensive. They accounted for the bulk of the spirit stone expenditure. None of them could be artificially cultivated and could only emerge in extraordinary environments blessed by the world's natural forces. As a result, despite searching several immortal markets, Lin Zheyu had found only a very limited quantity.

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