Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

The Abyss.

These two words held a special, dark power in the Lu Country Cultivation Realm. Even those who had never been there couldn’t help but feel a chill run down their spines upon hearing them.

From the very beginning of the Lu Country Cultivation Realm, legends about the Abyss had circulated throughout the land.

The Royal Family of the Lu Country Cultivation Realm had once sent an expedition to explore it, led by two Golden Core Masters and accompanied by more than ten elite guards of the Purple Mansion Stage.

On the first day the expedition entered the Abyss, all communication was lost. On the thirtieth day, every Soul Lamp belonging to the expedition went out, including those of the two Golden Core Masters.

When this news broke, the entire kingdom was in an uproar.

The prestige of the Lu Kingdom’s Royal Family plummeted. Less than five hundred years later, it was overthrown. From then on, the Lu Country Cultivation Realm became a lawless, notoriously chaotic land.

Over the past ten thousand years, this land had seen countless overlords. All of them felt a sincere curiosity toward the infamous Abyss, but every single one of them died.

Even those who were lucky enough to make it out alive never died a natural death.

The lives of thousands upon thousands of Cultivators had built the Abyss’s fearsome reputation.

Despite this, no one knew what truly lay within the Abyss. The few survivors would clam up whenever asked, as if speaking of it would bring disaster upon them.

Their reactions only added to the Abyss’s mystery and terror, and gradually, no one dared to explore it anymore.

Now, it has become a true forbidden land, with no signs of life for thousands of miles around.

On the desolate gobi, fierce Gang winds howled, carving the stones into their desired shapes.

A streak of light shot across the ground at extreme speed, kicking up a storm of yellow sand in its wake.

The person enveloped in the light was none other than Song Qingxing. He was in the worst possible condition; his tattered clothes could no longer hide the dense network of wounds covering his body.

Some had already scabbed over, while others were still seeping blood.

Three days ago, Song Qingxing had chosen to break out of the Mist Concealing Mountain Range. At first, he used his incredible speed to his advantage, quickly breaking through the encirclement.

However, he was ambushed by Rakshasa Hall on the outskirts of the Mist Concealing Mountain Range.

Rakshasa Hall was filled with masters. Song Qingxing was severely wounded in the battle. With Wujie’s help, he barely managed to break the blockade and escape with his life, but doing so exhausted all the power Wujie had painstakingly accumulated over countless years, causing it to fall into a deep slumber.

Relying on the last vestiges of power from the Spirit Communication Soul-Catching Treasure Mirror, Song Qingxing pushed his speed to its absolute limit. He finally shook off his pursuers and fled into the Yellow Sand Gobi.

And at the heart of this Yellow Sand Gobi was the location of the Abyss.

The Yellow Sand Gobi was endless. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but heavily weathered rocks, coarse gravel, and yellow sand. There was no sign of life, much less hope. Even the Spiritual Qi was terrifyingly thin.

Legend had it that ten thousand years ago, this place had been a vibrant, resource-rich treasure land. It was only because of the Abyss that it became a desolate gobi.

Whether the legend was true or not was unknown, but the Cultivators of the Lu Country Cultivation Realm believed it without a doubt and regarded the place as inauspicious.

The pursuers from Rakshasa Hall stopped at the edge of the Yellow Sand Gobi. In their eyes, from the moment Song Qingxing entered it, he was already a dead man.

This was because the gobi possessed a strange power: anyone who entered would inevitably see the Abyss, and everyone who had seen the Abyss was now dead.

The truly terrifying thing about the Abyss was not that you walked toward it, but that it walked toward you.

But the Abyss is an inanimate thing; it has always been right there. In the end, you are the one who actively steps into it.

It was an indescribable power, one that not even a Golden Core Master could resist.

In all these years, only one person had entered the Abyss twice and emerged alive.

That was the owner of the map in Song Qingxing’s hand.

Yet he still failed to escape his fate. A man who had survived countless perilous lands died from his injuries while meditating in his own cultivator’s abode.

It sounded unbelievable, but if one considered his connection to the Abyss, it seemed entirely reasonable.

And now, Song Qingxing had entered just such a deathtrap. He was a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator; no one would believe he could make it back alive. Even Wujie had thought so before it fell unconscious.

The sky gradually dimmed. Song Qingxing felt a squall of wind and sand sweep past him, and the scenery before him changed dramatically.

A colossal fissure, so vast its ends were beyond sight, abruptly appeared before his eyes. It was as if someone had torn a hideous gash in the void—wide in the middle and tapering at both ends.

’The Abyss?’ The moment he saw the fissure, Song Qingxing knew in his heart that this was the legendary Abyss.

He stopped and carefully examined the fissure before him. Peering in from the outside, he saw only pitch-black darkness; nothing was visible.

He tried to extend his Divine Sense, but the instant it made contact, the fissure seemed to transform into a black hole, frantically pulling at Song Qingxing’s Divine Sense.

Song Qingxing’s expression changed slightly. He hurriedly retracted his Divine Sense, not daring to probe carelessly again.

The strangeness of the Abyss did not make Song Qingxing retreat. He reached down, unfastened the bronze Treasure Mirror from his waist, and said softly, "Since you don’t want to go in, just wait out here."

With that, not caring whether Wujie heard him or not, he casually placed it in the crevice of a large rock.

Then, with the Traceless Sword on his back, Song Qingxing stepped into the "Abyss" without a hint of hesitation!

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