Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 348 - 348 347 Ye Xuan's Path

348: Chapter 347: Ye Xuan’s Path 348: Chapter 347: Ye Xuan’s Path Human World.

The sky was high, clouds sparse, and the expanse of clear blue stretched for miles; as Ye Xuan traversed the infinite heavenly vault, with every step he took, he spanned thousands of miles.

Immortal light flowed, and Golden Lotuses spread across the sky.

Though they seemed ethereal, they were manifestations of genuine existence, revealing the Law and the Dao of Ye Xuan as he ascended to the Luotian Golden Immortal.

In the Earth Immortal Realm, a Luotian Golden Immortal was a powerful being.

Unless a Daluo Golden Immortal intervened, the Luotian Golden Immortal could be hailed as the ultimate power.

Of course, while Luotian Golden Immortals were formidable, clear disparities in strength existed among them, and one could not solely represent one’s combat power by this title alone.

Even among Luotian Golden Immortals, there were variations in strength.

Take Yang Jian for instance, who cultivated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill and mastered the Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Transformations.

His Destruction Eye was incredibly formidable, making him nearly invincible even among Luotian Golden Immortals; this was why he was known as the Three Realms War God.

Although Ye Xuan had just stepped into the realm of Luotian Golden Immortals, his cultivation was still in the early stages.

However, if one were to discuss true combat power, he might not necessarily be inferior to Yang Jian.

With the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, a bow and arrow, the Undying Immortal Scripture, and various secret and forbidden techniques, these were the cards up Ye Xuan’s sleeve.

Moreover, controlling both the Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Transformations and the Earthly Fiend Seventy Two Transformations meant his foundational strength far surpassed Yang Jian’s.

If one were to distinguish the superior from the inferior between the two, Yang Jian was merely at the later stages of Luotian Golden Immortal, possessing much deeper cultivation than Ye Xuan.

However, in terms of other methods, he was far inferior to Ye Xuan.

As Ye Xuan strolled through Yuntian, not a single ripple stirred around him.

His eyes were as serene as an ancient pond, conveying a sense of a Dao that reached into the heavens.

After seventy years in the crucible of the Red Dust, refining his heart, Ye Xuan had lived a mortal life, and in one fell swoop, had advanced into the Luotian Golden Immortal Realm.

This appeared to be a significant increase in Ye Xuan’s cultivation, a joyous event indeed.

But Ye Xuan knew that the growth in cultivation was merely a side effect.

The true transformation he had undergone was a sublimation of the soul during his Red Dust Heart Refining, allowing him to comprehend the trajectories around which this world revolved.

He had learned a secret not even a Daluo Golden Immortal knew and found the path that was truly his own.

Since the dawn of creation, all beings had spirit, with sun and moon in alternation, from birth to death.

All things are subject to reincarnation, and not once had this changed—even Daluo Golden Immortals, who claim transcendence from Heaven and Earth, outside of the Five Elements, and coexistence with the cosmos, it’s all nothing but a joke.

All living beings must experience life and demise.

Even Daluo Golden Immortals will face their day of downfall.

For them, it’s not a death rooted in longevity, but rather a fall under the cycle of Heavenly Dao Reincarnation.

Every Daluo Golden Immortal was unwilling to stop at this stage, all sought the path to sainthood, and countless perished along this path.

Great calamities of heaven and earth, like the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, the Witch Demon Great War, and the recent Battle for Divinity, were all heavenly catastrophes.

When Daluo Golden Immortals became entangled, countless were lost in these disasters.

These seem like accidents, but aren’t they also a form of the Dao of life and death reincarnation?

The cycles of Heavenly Dao go round, where life and death accompany each other.

Apart from those exalted Saints, who dares to claim they are undying?

Ye Xuan, in his enlightenment amidst the Red Dust, awoke one day to glimpse a mysterious twist of fate, understood the path he must take, and discovered a shocking secret.

To become a Saint, there were three paths.

One was by Merit to Saint, the second by becoming a Saint by Cutting Three Corpses, and the last, the legendary method of sainthood—Proving Dao with Power.

The path Ye Xuan chose was Proving Dao with Power, and it was the only path for him.

Opting for this path was also due to the shocking secret Ye Xuan had learned.

All things reincarnate, from birth to death, a process that seems inherent to every being, yet the principles within deeply startled Ye Xuan.

To infer the greater from the lesser, to glimpse the leopard through the tube, since all creatures have their day of death, so too will this vast Heaven and Earth eventually meet silent annihilation.

Should the day come when Heaven and Earth fall silent, not only the so-called Daluo Golden Immortals but also the exalted Saints will perish.

Whether achieving sainthood through merit or becoming a Saint by Cutting Three Corpses, their power and cultivation are derived from this realm.

If Heaven and Earth were to meet oblivion, how could they continue to exist?

Ye Xuan understood that if he wished for eternal immortality, the only way was to Prove Dao with Power, to transcend beyond Heaven and Earth—this was the true path he must pursue.

Of course, proving Dao with power was easier said than done; the difficulties involved were unimaginable.

Look to the dawn of Heaven and Earth, who has ever transcended and become a Saint beyond this realm with just power?

Even Hong Jun, the Dao Ancestor who harmonized with the Dao, had only become a Saint by Cutting Three Corpses.

Proving Dao with power is far from simple as one might imagine.

Yet Ye Xuan’s resolve was steadfast.

Even Heaven and Earth could not halt his strides.

He did not wish to see himself wither alongside them on the day they diminished.

Such was not the outcome he desired.

Nevertheless, discussing this was premature.

Now, Ye Xuan was merely a Luotian Golden Immortal, without even the chance to glimpse the opportunity of sainthood.

His current duty was to step at a time, to advance into the Daluo Golden Immortal.

That was the task at hand.

In the midst of the Heavenly Vault, where clouds hung heavy, Ye Xuan awoke from his reverie and a self-deprecating smile spread across his face.

What was he doing?

He was merely a Luotian Golden Immortal at present, and the road ahead was long.

These thoughts should not yet concern him.

With a step, the void rippled, and beneath Ye Xuan’s feet, golden clouds arose, as he vanished into the Heavenly Vault.

…

At the same time.

In the inverse passage leading to the Human World, Yang Jian rode a golden cloud, with Three-pointed Two-bladed Saber in hand, a burst of soaring killing intent radiated as he approached the Human World.

Boom!

With a step, Yang Jian had already arrived in the Human World.

As he surveyed the eight directions of Heaven and Earth, a ruthless smile surfaced on his face.

“Ye Xuan, you scoundrel.

So this is where you ventured to the Earth Immortal Realm, no wonder even the Heavenly Book had no record of you!” Yang Jian spoke with a chilling voice, excitement brimming in his eyes, while a bloodthirsty and wild color flickered within.

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On the outskirts of the Capital City, an unnamed mountain range.

Ye Xuan descended from the skies and crossed over the abyss, appearing at the valley’s bottom.

“It’s been a full six hundred years, I wonder if Brother Baiyi is still in the Human World.” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, walking deeper into the valley.

Throughout his journey, Ye Xuan did not immediately return to see old friends like the pudgy Huang and others in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

As he passed over the Capital, he thought of an old friend, which moved him to visit this place once more.

In the depths of the valley, there was a cave, the former residence of Liu Baiyi.

Six hundred years had passed, and the cave remained, but outside there stood a grave.

Ye Xuan walked towards it, and upon seeing the name on the tombstone, he let out an inevitable sigh.

The Tomb of Liu Baiyi!

Clasped in iron and brushed in silver, the dragon and phoenix danced among the five characters engraved on the tombstone.

Six hundred years had passed, and his old friend lay interred in the ground.

Though prepared, a hint of melancholy and reflection couldn’t help but stir in Ye Xuan’s heart upon seeing the grave before him.