I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 430 - 337 Seeking Immortality and the Way_2

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Farewell, Yaksha, the Monkey King had a goal, to seek sects or large families’ Institute of Enlightenment for recommendation.

In Dongsheng Divine Continent, the Cultivation World was flourishing, with many cultivators residing deep within famous mountains and rivers. The Monkey King, heedless of life and death, traversed mountains and ridges. Finding a sect was easy, but everywhere he went, he faced rejection, with no one to heed him.

There was a set quota for sect recommendations, so why would they grant one to a mere monkey demon?

Instead of gaining a recommendation, he encountered danger several times. Some cultivators captured the Monkey King and threw him into a furnace to be refined into a Blood Pill.

The Spiritual Fire burnt his physical body to ashes; instead of his essence and blood congealing into a pill, it transformed into a red rainbow and fled.

After dozens of life-and-death experiences, the Monkey King’s desire to seek immortality was not extinguished. Yet, he harbored deep hatred for the Heavenly Court, heavenly laws, and the Immortal Register. It was like an unbreakable wall, isolating those who pursued the path of immortality.

Without a proper lineage to follow, it was impossible to overcome!

The Monkey King didn’t understand the concept of hierarchy, but he felt suffocated and profoundly unhappy.

"Even the pursuit of cultivation is not free?"

Another ten-plus years passed.

The Monkey King had left the mountain for more than thirty years, missing his fellow clan members on the mountain.

"Going back would only mean watching them die with open eyes, until I am left alone, increasing my sorrow. Even if the Heavenly Court imposes countless restrictions, I will break these rules and learn the technique of everlasting life!"

With unwavering conviction, the Monkey King continued his quest for immortality.

Facing rejection a thousand times, scorn ten thousand times, he would still ask with a smile the next time.

"May I ask if the immortal senior would take on apprentices?"

Spring came and went, and winter arrived.

The cold wind whistled past, covering thousands of mountains with heavy snow.

That day.

The Monkey King came to Qingyun Mountain. According to his years of experience in seeking immortality, the eternal clouds and mist shrouding the mountain were sure signs of an immortal’s presence.

Reaching the edge of the clouds, he circled several times to find no mountain gate, so he drilled directly into them.

A moment after.

He emerged dizzily and tried several more times to the same effect.

The Monkey King was not surprised by this. Previous encounters at Spiritual Mountain Blessed Lands all had formations and prohibitions. Thanks to the strictness of heavenly laws and regulations, he never encountered deadly arrays, only Illusion Arrays designed to send outsiders away.

"But if there’s not even a mountain gate, where should I wait?"

Finding it difficult to enter the immortal mountain, the Monkey King waited outside the mountain gate, striking up conversations with any cultivators he saw leaving.

Sometimes, he waited for three to five months. For this reason, it took him a good fifty years before he finally reached Qingyun Mountain, located in the eastern part of Dongsheng Divine Continent.

As he hesitated.

The clouds dispersed of their own accord, revealing a small path leading to the mountain peak.

A deep voice rang out beside his ear: "Enter."

The Monkey King was startled, then delighted. He followed the path to the mountain peak, only to find no immortals or palaces, just a Yellow Bull lying under a tree.

Monkey King thanked him profusely, his impatience palpable as he took his leave, rushing towards the Eastern Sea without pause.

Several years later.

Returning to the coast of the Eastern Sea, the departure point was but a thousand miles from Monkey Mountain.

Monkey King hesitated and decided not to look back, to avoid seeing the rows of stone monkeys and feeling extreme sorrow that would shake his resolve to seek immortality and inquire about the Dao.

He tied some deadwood around himself and leaped into the sea, swimming toward the depths.

The Eastern Sea, unlike rivers on land, had currents that shifted, now toward the south, now toward the north, tossing Monkey King about. Fortunately, the marks of the techniques within his mind served as a guide, always helping him to adjust the direction.

Swimming ten or so miles each day, the waves would sweep over him, and unexpectedly, he would find himself back at the shore.

Monkey King did not mind; he entered the Eastern Sea again, and after struggling to swim out a hundred miles or so, a storm would blow him back once more.

After several such trials, more than five years had passed, and he had only managed to swim a thousand miles.

"At this rate, it would take only fifty years to find that immortal mountain!"

Monkey King’s face showed delight as he continued swimming into the deep sea, never anticipating an encounter with a mischievous young whale.

The young whale found Monkey King amusing and carried him around, and within a few days, had brought him back to shore.

Only after growing tired of playing did the whale toss Monkey King back onto the shore with a flick of its tail.

"..."

Monkey King felt helpless, and once the young whale was out of sight, he continued swimming into the deep sea.

Encountering a storm along the way was nothing new to Monkey King, who opened his arms to meet it head-on, and indeed, he was blown back to shore again.

"Even if I fail a thousand times, ten thousand times, I must reach the depths of the Eastern Sea and obtain the technique for Everlasting Immortality!"

Just as Monkey King was about to re-enter the sea, he suddenly heard a familiar wailing. Following the sound, he found a small whale stranded on the beach.

"It’s you, misfortune’s friend," he said. Monkey King didn’t think about the misfortune of coincidentally crossing paths again, nor did he harbor any thoughts of revenge; he simply felt empathy for their shared plight.

The young whale was too large for Monkey King to push by himself, but after careful consideration, he started digging a trench.

The sand on the beach was soft, and despite several abrasions on his palms after much digging, his immortality meant a swift recovery to their original state.

After half a day had passed and as the young whale’s breath grew faint, sea water finally poured in.

Whoo whoo whoo—

The young whale sang out joyfully and with a flick of its tail, slid into the sea along the trench.

Monkey King clapped cheerily, waved goodbye, not minding if the young whale understood or not.

"I too must set out once again!"

Monkey King tied himself to the deadwood and jumped into the sea, swimming strenuously following the clues imprinted in his mind.

After several days, covering ten or so miles, Monkey King was preparing to rest.

Suddenly.

That familiar wailing reached his ears, and he saw two large whales and one small one approaching, circling him a few times.

The young whale picked up Monkey King with its mouth and placed him on its back, swimming toward the deep sea.