I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 390 - 307: Disciple of the Three Teachings_2

The Iron Crown Immortal sighed. His disciples from years past had all aged and died; such matters could only be soothed with words, so he gestured the necessary spell to transmit a message to Guang Weizi.

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A moment later.

A Jade Order flew through the air, arriving in Zhou Yi’s hands.

The Iron Crown Immortal stroked his beard with satisfaction, "This is the Sect Leader’s Identity Token. With it, you may freely enter the Scripture Pavilion, peruse the books of our forefathers, including some phrases about the Immortal Realm."

Zhou Yi, perplexed, asked, "Many of our forefathers have ascended, and we have connections to the Immortal Realm, so why is the information so scarce?"

"The barrier between mortals and immortals is not as simple as you might think, and even immortals cannot bear its immense consumption."

The Iron Crown Immortal continued, "The last time the ancestral master transmitted an immortal message, it was the Demon Suppression Tower and the Demon-Extinguishing Immortal Formation that finally subdued Blood Devil Child and completely quelled the great catastrophe!"

Zhou Yi said, "Since we were able to transmit the Demon Suppression Tower, why not directly bestow an Immortal Artifact, to subdue the Cultivation World of Dongsheng Divine Continent, and thereby avoid all future calamities?"

"The Demon Suppression Tower has long been in the Mortal World, but it’s not an object from the Mortal World."

The Iron Crown Immortal said somberly, "Our sect already has ample records of the Upper Realm. The human immortals outside the Four Great Immortal Sects don’t even know where the Immortal Realm is!"

Zhou Yi’s thoughts stirred, keenly catching the crucial information.

The Immortal Realm is a place, or rather, a world that human immortals must personally visit, rather than the process where, as rumored in the Cultivation World, one needs only reach a certain cultivation level for the descent of an immortal light to ascend.

No wonder no one outside the Four Great Immortal Sects could become immortal!

"Thank you for the guidance, Master. I shall now head to Spirit Mountain and temporarily join under Yin Guang."

"Go," he said.

The Iron Crown Immortal retrieved a flying sword from his sleeve, "This is your master’s Life-bound Magic Treasure, to protect you on your trip to Spirit Mountain. Those Buddhist monks are shameless, and they may secretly use their conversion secret techniques!"

With that, the flying sword turned into a streak of light and landed on Zhou Yi’s forehead, forming a mark.

"Thank you, Master," Zhou Yi said.

He bowed deeply in respect, harboring no more resentment toward the Iron Crown Immortal; ordinary masters could not do as much as he had.

"Master, when I was in Severing Heaven Blessed Land, I accidentally learned a secret about Crimson Feather Immortal!" Zhou Yi revealed.

"Let’s hear it," urged the Iron Crown Immortal.

"That old witch’s mana is profound. I’ve failed to gain the upper hand multiple times. If I can gain an advantage this time, I will certainly reward you," the Iron Crown Immortal said.

Zhou Yi shared, "I heard that Crimson Feather Immortal made a mistake while training in Divine Skills and needs to go to a place where yin and yang converge to cultivate at set intervals."

"So, there’s such a thing," the Iron Crown Immortal mused. "The old witch has done many evil deeds; it’s only right that she faces this calamity."

Calculating with his fingers, the Iron Crown Immortal noted, "A human immortal’s body is flawless and impermeable. Ordinary yin and yang spiritual lands have no effect on it. The entire Dongsheng Divine Continent has only a few such locations, and one that belongs to the Severing Heaven Sect is..."

As the thought struck him, he could barely contain his excitement and was about to turn into a streak of light to depart.

Zhou Yi cautioned, "Master, you just fought with Yin Guang and your strength is depleted, plus the Crimson Feather Immortal doesn’t always visit that place."

"You make a good point," acknowledged the Iron Crown Immortal.

"That old witch has unmatched methods. If I lay in ambush too early, I might alert her. I need to wait until she is healing to capture and suppress her in one fell swoop!" the Iron Crown Immortal said.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and took his leave from the Mystic Iron Temple, turning into a streak of light as he left Heavenly Mountain.

As Zhou Yi rode the escape light, still thousands of miles away, he encountered another acquaintance.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Ming chanted the Buddha’s name, brought his hands together, and said, "Esteemed patron, the poor monk has been waiting here for a long time. Please follow me."

"I’ve seen Brother Fa Ming."

Zhou Yi showed no sign of embarrassment on his face and spoke warmly and familiarly, "After pondering for several days, I’ve come to realize the profundity and subtlety of the Buddhist Law, so I took the initiative to come to Spirit Mountain to seek mentorship."

Fa Ming’s thousand years of austere Buddhist practice couldn’t help but twitch at these words; the scene where the Iron Crown Immortal arrived out of thin air and suppressed all the Buddhas with a single sword was still fresh before his eyes.

"Brother, monks do not speak false words!"

"I never lie!"

Zhou Yi said, "Moreover, the Master promised me that I do not need to be tonsured to become a monk. I can cultivate at home while keeping my hair."

Fa Ming showed a helpless look. He had inquired about Zhou Yi’s reputation, which included traits like greed, lechery, cowardice, flattery, thick-skinned... all things utterly incompatible with Buddhism, yet for some reason, he had caught the eye of an Arhat!

The two flew with their escape skills and arrived at Spirit Mountain in an instant.

Unlike the purity of Heavenly Mountain and the Severing Heaven blessed lands, Spirit Mountain is inhabited by countless believers, with cultivators and mortals alike.

Every household worships Buddha statues, and everywhere people can be seen chanting scriptures.

Zhou Yi used the Spirit Eye Technique and saw above Spirit Mountain an immeasurable accumulation of incense wish power, most of it pure as water. At the core, strands of golden light had already begun to form, eventually solidifying into virtue gold beads.

Quickly.

Fa Ming’s escape light descended, and Zhou Yi followed closely.

This place was located at the peak of Spirit Mountain, in front of a majestic palace with the four characters of the Great Heroic Treasure Hall inscribed on the plaque.

At the entrance stood four robust cultivators, over three meters tall, clad in armor and holding weapons in hand, their eyes bulging like bronze bells as they sized up Zhou Yi for a long time.

Nascent Soul body cultivation!

Zhou Yi had his doubts; this formidable display seemed like an intimidation tactic, and he vaguely guessed the reason.

Who wouldn’t show their displeasure after being humiliated in their own home?

Upon entering the hall.

He saw dozens of monks in yellow or grey robes standing on either side of the hall, their gazes following Zhou Yi’s movements.

Directly ahead, on a lotus throne sat Yin Guang Luohan, cross-legged.

"I pay respect to the Master!"

Zhou Yi seemed indifferent to the atmosphere in the hall. Even if the monks were deeply resentful, with the Iron Crown Immortal as his backer, they had to swallow their pride and remain calm. He walked straight to the lotus throne and bowed deeply.

"Disciple has long admired the Master’s great name, and today I finally become a disciple under your guidance, my wishes are fulfilled, and I can die with no regrets!"

"Very good, very good!"

Yin Guang Luohan nodded slightly, his eyes smiling warmly, and a golden lotus flower descended from his hand.

"Disciple has long admired the Master’s great name, and today I finally become a disciple under your guidance, my wishes are fulfilled, and I can die with no regrets!"

"Very good, very good!"

Yin Guang Luohan nodded slightly, his eyes smiling warmly, and a golden lotus flower descended from his hand.