I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

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Lan Chang'an immediately withdrew his mana, sealed his Golden Dan, and cut off that distant sensing connection.

At this moment, he fully confirmed that the calamity foretold by the Heavenly Master’s divination years ago should be the cultivator of the Evergreen Technique from the Central Region.

Based on his analysis when he advanced to the late-stage Core Formation, if that person dared to come, there was a 99% chance they were at the Nascent Soul level and highly skilled in combat.

After all, the Great Qing Eastern Region was currently under invasion by the Six Demonic Sects. Traveling from the Central Region was fraught with danger, requiring passing through demonic territories.

During times of peace, a mid-to-late-stage Core Formation cultivator might be able to traverse the distance.

However, in the current era, even an average early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could face considerable risks if they were unlucky enough to be discovered by demonic Nascent Soul cultivators.

Practitioners of the Evergreen Technique were known for their mediocre combat abilities but exceptionally long lifespans, they were bound to be cautious people if they wanted to hide their secrets.

Thus, Lan Chang'an had devised a strategy years ago:

If they don’t come, he goes after them.

After severing the sensing connection, Lan Chang'an relied on talismans and his body refinement abilities to travel swiftly, staying close to the ground.

“Strange… I didn’t have a breakthrough this time, so why did the sensing connection suddenly strengthen?”

Lan Chang'an was puzzled and began calculating in his mind.

If it were purely a matter of distance, the sensation wouldn’t have appeared so abruptly. It should have been a gradual process, growing stronger over time.

Previously, both times he had sensed this connection were during breakthroughs, when his Evergreen Dao Fruit and mana were in an intense, transformative state.

The cultivator from the Central Region was unlikely to have traveled all the way to the Great Qing Region and broken through in demonic territory.

“Could it be… that person has entered the Eastern Region’s demonic lands and encountered an accident?”

Lan Chang'an carefully traced the sensation from earlier and confirmed the person’s location—they had already entered the Eastern Region and were approaching the Seven Kingdoms Alliance from the southwest.

Meanwhile, Lan Chang'an had just arrived in the eastern sector of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. The two of them were separated by an entire regional segment of the Alliance.

He could easily imagine that, while traveling covertly, that person should have been suppressing their aura to avoid noticeable fluctuations in mana.

Now that both were in the Great Qing Eastern Region, their proximity was much closer than before. If a fierce battle erupted, it could trigger another connection.

But considering the perilous journey, it was unlikely that person had traveled without encountering any trouble.

Lan Chang'an silently cursed: "I hope they run into a demonic Nascent Soul and get stuck in a quagmire, or better yet, get surrounded and slaughtered by the demonic sects."

If such good fortune were to happen, staying in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance might give him an opportunity to gather intelligence.

...

Lan Chang'an collected his thoughts. His immediate priority was to find that spatial node and secure an escape route.

Just then—

Lan Chang'an sensed several powerful auras streaking through the Nine Fiery Heavens ahead.

Among them, one aura was overwhelmingly powerful, vast as an ocean—it belonged to a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

There were also several Core Formation cultivators among them.

“A Nascent Soul True Monarch from the Seven Kingdoms Alliance?”

Lan Chang'an's expression shifted slightly.

Normally, encountering a Nascent Soul True Monarch was extremely rare. Without being part of that level of power, ordinary cultivators wouldn’t run into them so frequently.

Lan Chang'an had only encountered Blood Bat King because of his dealings with the Heavenly Net Bloodline and the Heavenly Net Ancestor.

So for a Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance to appear now, there had to be an underlying reason.

Lan Chang'an suspected it was related to Blood Bat King or the Heavenly Net Ancestor.

Because of the demonic war, the Righteous Dao Alliance had deployed fourth-rank detection arrays, capable of sensing Nascent Soul-level mana fluctuations and movement.

Lan Chang'an’s guess was correct.

The Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s Nascent Soul True Monarch was flying directly toward a surging Blood-path aura.

“Blood Bat King! How dare you invade the rear of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance? Do you think we have no defenses?!”

The Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s Nascent Soul True Monarch was a burly man with a purple robe and a wild beard, carrying a black, ancient sword with intricate patterns on his back.

“True Monarch Ancient Sword! This king is not invading—I am merely capturing a fugitive at the border of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. This matter does not concern you.”

Blood Bat King rode a rolling ocean of blood, his expression dark and ominous.

Ahead of him, the Heavenly Net Sect’s Sect Master Wei, along with the possessed blood-armored youth, was about to be caught—until True Monarch Ancient Sword blocked the way.

Earlier, Blood Bat King had been misled by a false Nascent Soul out-of-body illusion, allowing his prey to slip away. In a hurry, he rushed back, only to discover that a Core Formation cultivator from the Blood Spirit Sect had betrayed them, joining Sect Master Wei in a breakout toward the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s territory.

“Do you think stepping into Seven Kingdoms Alliance territory means I won’t dare to pursue?!”

Blood Bat King roared in fury and charged into the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s borders.

The Six Demonic Sects, as invaders, held a significant advantage with Blood Spirit Sect and Illusion Demon Palace working together. Such incursions had happened before.

However, he had not expected the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s Nascent Soul True Monarch to respond so quickly.

“You dare act so arrogantly after entering the Seven Kingdoms Alliance?”

True Monarch Ancient Sword chuckled coldly, not angry but amused.

With a flick of his finger, the ancient sword on his back hummed to life. The purple electric patterns carved into it flickered before it shot into the sky, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long colossal divine sword.

Blood Bat King's expression turned grim. He immediately activated the Asura Blood Pool, summoning torrents of blood-colored waterfalls and countless bloodthirsty bats to meet the attack.

In an instant—blood exploded across the battlefield.

The hundred-zhang divine sword, accompanied by a raging river of sword qi, shredded countless blood bats and even severed the blood waterfalls.

In terms of offensive power, True Monarch Ancient Sword was superior to Blood Bat King.

“I’ll hold this old bastard off—move quickly!”

Blood Bat King’s blood light surged, amplifying the Asura Blood Pool to sustain the relentless Blood Dao power.

Seizing the opportunity, six or seven Core Formation cultivators from Blood Spirit Sect continued their pursuit of Sect Master Wei and the traitorous blood-armored youth.

“Flame Departing Immortal, don’t let these demonic fiends succeed!”

True Monarch Ancient Sword commanded the four cultivators behind him.

While he was unsure of Blood Bat King’s exact goal, disrupting the plans of the demonic path was undoubtedly the right move.

“Wang shall obey.”

True Monarch Ancient Sword's side had only four Core Formation cultivators—three at mid-stage, one at peak late-stage.

The late-stage Core Formation leader was a sharp-eyed young man with his hair tied back, appearing around thirty years old. He stood atop a light-purple gourd magical treasure, leading the charge against the Blood Spirit Sect’s cultivators.

“Flame Departing Immortal!”

The late-stage Core Formation cultivator leading the Blood Spirit Sect squad immediately showed apprehension.

The Flame Departing Palace’s flame-based divine abilities were particularly effective against Blood Dao techniques.

Moreover, Flame Departing Immortal was an Immortal Golden Dan cultivator who had honed his skills for over a century on the battlefield against the demonic path—his reputation was well-known.

...

"Hmm?"

Lan Chang'an, who had been silently observing, suddenly sensed a familiar aura.

To be precise, it was very similar to the mana of Master Lihuo of the fourth life.

Coincidentally, that approaching mana was moving gradually in this direction amid the ongoing battle.

Lan Chang'an activated spiritual vision, looking into the distance. Sure enough, it was someone he remembered—Wang Feng.

Back when Lan Chang'an was at the early-stage Core Formation and traveled to the Seven Kingdoms Alliance to fulfill Master Lihuo’s dying wish, Wang Feng had also formed an Immortal Golden Dan, and was in the same realm as him.

As an earth spiritual root cultivator with the full inheritance of a Nascent Soul sect, Wang Feng’s cultivation progress had already surpassed Lan Chang'an’s.

His combat ability was also quite formidable—perhaps due to facing more hardships, making him even stronger than Master Lihuo had been in the same period.

Wielding a light-purple gourd, he unleashed blue-violet flames, forming a vast cloud of fire with overwhelming power. It bore some resemblance to the top-grade gourd magical treasure in Lan Chang'an's hands, albeit as a lower-quality imitation.

The late-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect was struggling under Wang Feng’s divine abilities, forced into constantly maneuvering and dodging.

However, the Blood Spirit Sect had greater numbers.

Even as Blood Bat King fought, his Blood Dao powers split off, forming two blood-red bats over ten zhang long, each with combat strength comparable to a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator. These blood bats provided support and reinforcement within a certain range.

"Split up and run!"

The Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect, Wei Qing, and the betraying blood-armored youth suddenly split into two directions, fleeing deeper into the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s territory.

One of the blood bats, along with a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, immediately pursued the blood-armored youth.

The blood-armored youth was only an early-stage Core Formation cultivator—his face pale, aura weak.

Under normal circumstances, this was a certain-death situation.

Yet, to the surprise of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance cultivators, the blood-armored youth suddenly ignited his Blood Essence, causing his mana to surge violently. He skillfully manipulated a blood-sail magical treasure, fighting with remarkable expertise, dodging direct confrontations and retreating strategically.

Unnoticed, he gradually distanced himself from the supporting range of the blood bats.

However, by this point, his mana was nearly depleted, the blood glow of his magical treasure dim, and his escape speed slowing down.

Facing a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect, he was gradually being overwhelmed, having nearly exhausted all his trump cards.

"Had I known, I would have just left instead of worrying about that fool of a son-in-law!"

A trace of regret flickered in the blood-armored youth’s eyes.

After successfully seizing this body, he had coincidentally been summoned to hunt down Sect Master Wei Qing.

The Heavenly Net Ancestor had intervened for three reasons:

First, Wei Qing carried valuable resources essential for rebuilding the sect.

Secondly, Wei Qing was one of the only two remaining late-stage Core Formation cultivators in the Heavenly Net Sect, possessing great skill and serving as a vital pillar. The sect’s future in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance depended on him.

And thirdly, after being relentlessly pursued by Blood Bat King, losing his physical body, and enduring humiliation, the Heavenly Net Ancestor was furious.

Thus, after misleading the pursuers into chasing in the wrong direction, the Heavenly Net Ancestor 'betrayed' his own side, killing one enemy, severely injuring another, and helping Wei Qing escape.

The plan had gone smoothly. Both had entered the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s territory and seemingly escaped danger.

But they had underestimated just how quickly Blood Bat King would return—he had likely burned his own lifespan and blood essence to use a high-speed movement technique in his rage.

They had also underestimated his audacity—he had directly charged into the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, fully prepared to risk being surrounded and killed by the opposing faction.

"Old Dog Heavenly Net! Your stolen body’s mana is exhausted. You’ve already used up your three Nascent Soul possession attempts. You’re at your limit—surrender now!"

The mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect manipulated two magical treasures—one for attack, one for defense—his expression cunning as he steadily advanced.

During the chase, he had received Blood Bat King’s voice transmission, informing him of the Heavenly Net Ancestor’s weakened state.

Indeed, the Nascent Soul spirit of the Heavenly Net Ancestor was clearly withering, and his mana and Blood Essence were nearly depleted, leaving him unable to use many techniques.

—Splurt!

Suddenly, the blood-armored youth spat out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into a whirling crimson storm, expanding over a hundred zhang.

A sudden burst of powerful wind sent the mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect flying back over a mile, his two magical treasures knocked loose and his protective barrier shattered.

Meanwhile, the blood-armored youth, enveloped by the blood storm, surged forward with an explosive burst of speed comparable to a late-stage Core Formation Great Cultivator, quickly widening the gap.

"In this condition, forcibly activating a Nascent Soul-grade lifebound treasure… he won’t last more than a few breaths. The backlash will leave him even weaker."

The mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect sneered cruelly, licking away the blood at the corner of his lips before resuming pursuit.

At most, another few hundred li, and he would capture the Heavenly Net Ancestor.

...

At the border of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, in a mountain ravine.

The blood-armored man’s mana was completely exhausted. Enduring the weakness and dizziness of his failing soul, his body plummeted into the ravine.

By a stroke of luck—the mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect had lost track of him. Perhaps the distance had become too great, and he had failed to keep up.

His soul-possession attempt had nearly ended in failure, leaving his Nascent Soul extremely weak and in dire need of rest.

“Fate is on my side. Despite all the tribulations, I’ve made it through.”

Sitting cross-legged, the Heavenly Net Ancestor spat out a spatial ring, intending to retrieve a sacred healing pill to overcome this period of vulnerability.

When a Nascent Soul cultivator abandoned their physical body, they could take along their lifebound magical treasure and a few small items.

A spatial ring was light enough to be carried. A heavier storage pouch, however, would have been impossible.

Unfortunately, the spatial ring he possessed only had a storage space the size of an ordinary house. To keep it, the Heavenly Net Ancestor had sacrificed all the sect resources stored in his original body’s storage pouches.

"Fellow Daoist Heavenly Net, your new body carries the aura of Blood Spirit Sect’s Blood Dao techniques. Do you really think you can escape so easily?"

Suddenly, a rough, masculine voice echoed from a nearby treetop.

"Xiang Jinglong?!"

The Heavenly Net Ancestor trembled violently, his eyes filling with shock and fear as he turned to face a tanned, sharp-eyed, and powerfully built middle-aged man.

After surviving countless near-deaths, how could he run into this calamity star again?!

Thud!

The man, "Xiang Jinglong," casually flung the headless corpse of the Core Formation cultivator from Blood Spirit Sect before him.

"Fellow Daoist Heavenly Net, how do you plan to repay me for saving your life?"

Lan Chang'an’s lips curved into a mocking smirk.

He hadn’t originally planned to pay attention to the blood-armored man, but the moment this person activated his lifebound magical treasure, the Wind Cloud Fan, Lan Chang'an immediately recognized its familiar aura.

"Immortal Xiang, when you obtained the Nascent Soul spirit item, Ziwu Clear Wind, you didn't make things difficult for me. You are a man of honor among rogue cultivators."

The Heavenly Net Ancestor forced a bitter smile and spoke gently,

"This time, I am willing to hand over all my possessions as repayment for Immortal Xiang’s kindness."

With great reluctance, he tossed out his spatial ring.

If he had been facing an ordinary Core Formation cultivator, he might have still had a chance to outmaneuver them.

But Xiang Jinglong was a dual cultivator of both body and qi, as well as a quasi-fourth-rank puppet master. He had no weaknesses to exploit and left no room for manipulation.

This was no different than encountering an opponent of the same level while having no mana left to fight back.

"Hmm. This should be enough to repay my favor."

Lan Chang'an channeled his Core energy, retrieving the spatial ring with ease.

"Immortal Xiang truly keeps his word."

The Heavenly Net Ancestor forced a smile, but his body remained tense.

His lifebound magical treasure for survival remained hidden.

Just as he was about to rise and bow, he suddenly noticed earth-element spiritual energy surging from the ground, accompanied by a strong pulling force.

From beneath the soil, the Earth Burrowing Rat had secretly cast Earth Binding Technique!

His expression darkened, and he growled,

"Xiang Jinglong, don’t push me too far—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his weakened Nascent Soul suddenly trembled violently, overwhelmed by a chilling sense of impending doom.

Swoosh!

A ghostly barbed arrow—moving too fast for the naked eye to see—flashed through the air.

An ear-piercing shriek, like metal tearing through reality, accompanied the arrival of a phantom-like, razor-sharp arrowhead.

It struck directly into his Nascent Soul, sending a shockwave of agony through his consciousness, causing his mind to descend into chaos and near-unconsciousness.

Boom!

His Nascent Soul trembled violently, regaining a fleeting moment of clarity.

A gaping hole had appeared in his head, completely pierced through by the eerie blue-glowing arrow.

Not only had the arrow penetrated his skull, but it had also impaled his Nascent Soul.

At the same time, a dull yellow radiance enveloped his entire body, turning him into a lifeless stone statue.

"As expected of a Nascent Soul spirit. Even in such a weakened state, a fully empowered Barbed Arrow wasn’t enough to destroy it completely."

Lan Chang'an observed that the Heavenly Net Ancestor’s Nascent Soul was on the verge of collapse, with its consciousness sinking into deep unconsciousness.

Even if someone managed to rescue him, it would take at least a year and a half for him to wake up.

In truth, against an utterly drained Heavenly Net Ancestor, Lan Chang'an didn’t even need the Barbed Arrow to defeat him.

However, to ensure absolute safety, he had eliminated all possibilities, including the risk of him escaping his body once more.

While the Heavenly Net Ancestor could no longer seize another body, he could still self-destruct his Nascent Soul as a final act of defiance.

Lan Chang'an had no intention of giving him that chance—so he used his trump card, targeting the Nascent Soul directly.

After confirming that the job was done—

Lan Chang'an channeled his Core's energy, shattering the stone-encased blood-armored man’s head and sealing it with several sealing talismans.

Only then did he extend his hand, using his fourth life’s Nascent Soul-level divine soul, forming invisible tendrils to seize the nearly-collapsed Nascent Soul inside the stone head.

Buzz!

Deep within his consciousness, the Nine Seal Stele radiated a dim gray-white light, flowing along his arm and divine soul consciousness, enveloping the Nascent Soul within the stone head.

"Xiang Jinglong—!"

As his Nascent Soul was bound and forcibly pulled away, the Heavenly Net Ancestor’s subconscious mind trembled in rage, releasing a final roar.

However, his Nascent Soul was completely sealed by the laws of the Nine Seal Stele, torn into fragments, and absorbed into the imprint of his fifth lifetime.

Rustle!

On the other side, the Earth Burrowing Rat rummaged through the blood-armored man’s corpse, retrieving the Heavenly Net Sect’s sacred treasure, the Wind Cloud Fan—a magical treasure passed down for thousands of years.

Aside from a few third-rank talismans, the corpse’s sleeves concealed a scorpion-tail-shaped magical treasure, a superior-grade venomous hidden weapon.

It wasn’t surprising that the Heavenly Net Ancestor lacked fourth-rank spirit talismans.

The Righteous Dao Alliance hadn’t produced a fourth-rank talisman master in the past 500 years, while the Six Demonic Sects had plenty.

Even if he had possessed a few old talismans, they would have been used up during the war and Blood Bat King’s relentless pursuit.

The Earth Burrowing Rat swiftly erased all traces with earth-element techniques.

Lan Chang'an secured the loot without inspecting the spatial ring or the Nine Seal Stele.

With the Nascent Soul True Monarchs still battling in the distance, he knew this place remained outside their spiritual sense range.

Whoosh!

Activating a third-rank escape talisman, he swiftly retreated while the Nascent Soul cultivators remained preoccupied.

For now, the one from the Central Region had yet to enter the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

Lan Chang'an needed to seize the opportunity to extract the Heavenly Net Ancestor’s memories and search for clues on Nascent Soul treasures and the whereabouts of the Tianying Fruit.

...

Meanwhile…

A hundred thousand li southwest of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

On an endless plain, a Nascent Soul-level battle had been raging for quite some time, leaving behind a battlefield scarred with craters and razed grasslands.

Above the sky, twelve cyan-black wooden swords, each ten zhang long, radiated an emerald glow, releasing streams of sword qi that intertwined like silken threads, weaving a wood-element sword formation that covered hundreds of zhang in all directions.

Within the formation, countless sword lights flickered through the air like leaves in the cycle of ancient trees, brimming with a sharp, autumnal aura of decay and slaughter.

"True Monarch Cyanwood, you had such strength hidden all this time?!"

Inside the wood-element sword formation, a black-robed elder, drenched in cold sweat, desperately swung a coiling dragon staff. A misty black dragon, flickering between illusion and reality, coiled around him, barely holding off the relentless sword formation.

This Nascent Soul demonic cultivator bore multiple deep wounds, his robe stained with streaks of blood, his injuries severe.

Even his coiling dragon staff, a powerful defensive magical treasure, was covered in sword gashes.

His strength rivaled Blood Bat King and True Monarch Ancient Sword, yet he was utterly helpless against this wood-element sword formation.

"To last a hundred breaths within my Azure Profound Sword Formation, Your Excellency is worthy of being a senior elder of the Illusion Demon Palace."

The elegant figure controlling the sword formation was a green-robed man, his forehead broad and gaze ancient. His expression was calm as still water, his voice indifferent.

"True Monarch Cyanwood! Let me go, or the Six Demonic Sects will make you pay dearly!"

True Monarch Fulong coughed up a mouthful of blood, his tone filled with rage and fear.

His mana reserves were running low, and even as he spoke, his protective barrier cracked with a sharp hiss, another bloody wound appearing on his body.

Regret crept into his heart.

While patrolling the battlefield, his detection formation had detected anomalies, leading him to intercept an unfamiliar Nascent Soul cultivator from the Central Region of Great Qing—True Monarch Cyanwood.

Rumors described True Monarch Cyanwood as a mediocre fighter, rarely engaging in direct combat.

Fulong had thought he could capture him easily.

Even if he couldn't kill him alone, holding him off until reinforcements arrived would surely secure the kill.

But he had gravely miscalculated.

True Monarch Cyanwood was far stronger than anyone imagined.

He wielded a full set of twelve swords made from fourth-rank mid-grade Azure Profound Wood—a complete sword formation, honed to terrifying perfection.

Its offensive power alone was no less than that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Hmph! I stand with the Ten Great Xuan Sects. Do you think I would fear the Six Demonic Sects?"

"Your Excellency attacked first, and now you threaten me?"

"Don’t blame me for showing no mercy with my sword."

His voice steady, magical power flowing endlessly, True Monarch Cyanwood moved his hands into a spell seal, his gaze turning ice-cold.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The Azure Profound Sword Formation contracted sharply, its power surging as it shredded True Monarch Fulong’s defensive magical treasure.

Boom!

Fulong's body was riddled with wounds, his flesh exploding apart in a burst of blood and torn robes.

"True Monarch Cyanwood! The Six Demonic Sects will never let you off—!"

With a furious roar, True Monarch Fulong’s Nascent Soul burst from his shattered body, merging with his coiling dragon staff and escaping through a gap in the sword formation.

As he fled, he failed to notice the slight smirk on True Monarch Cyanwood’s lips.

Snap!

Out of nowhere, silver threads materialized in the air, forming arc-like silver chains that wrapped tightly around Fulong’s Nascent Soul, binding it completely.

"The Soul-Binding Chains?! How did this Xuan Sect treasure end up in your hands?!"

Fulong’s Nascent Soul struggled fiercely, but crackling arcs of silver lightning surged along the chains, sealing his power, leaving him completely motionless.

In an instant, True Monarch Cyanwood’s hand closed around the bound Nascent Soul, sealing it inside a jade box.

Yet, even after capturing a demonic Nascent Soul, True Monarch Cyanwood’s expression remained grim.

His brows furrowed, and he turned his gaze toward the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

"After this battle, having fully unleashed my mana… That person in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance might have noticed something."

He murmured to himself, his expression darkening.

More than ten years ago, he had suddenly experienced a premonition, a strange moment of enlightenment linked to his Evergreen Dao Fruit.

His intuition told him that somewhere in the Eastern Region, there was another cultivator practicing the Evergreen Technique.

However, due to the ongoing war in the Eastern Region, the journey was long and perilous. Rushing there without preparation was too risky.

He was well-prepared, he had sacrificed quite a bit of his lifespan to accelerate the cultivation of the Azure Profound Wood used in the sword formation, raising its quality to mid-grade fourth rank.

With this power, even if he encountered a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the Eastern Region, he would have enough strength to defend himself.

Only then did True Monarch Cyanwood decide to set off, secretly making his way to the Eastern Region of Great Qing.

Hailing from a small cultivation clan, his entire path of cultivation had been filled with hardship.

Many of the key resources that allowed him to break through major realms, as well as the secret techniques and treasures that strengthened him, had been acquired through sacrificing his own lifespan.

There was no other way.

The Evergreen Technique advanced painfully slowly, making its combat abilities mediocre among those of the same realm.

By expending lifespan to accelerate growth, it became easier to obtain breakthrough resources at critical junctures, allowing one's strength to stand out among peers.

Only in this way could one have the power to vie for opportunities on the path to the Great Dao.

"For the sake of advancing my strength, my total lifespan has dwindled to just over a thousand years."

"I hope the fortune awaiting me in the Eastern Region can help me break through to mid-stage Nascent Soul."

Suppressing his mana aura, True Monarch Cyanwood transformed into a streak of emerald light, skillfully maneuvering around the edges of demonic territory, heading swiftly toward the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

(End of chapter)