Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 606 - 606 625 Time Changes Over 10000 Years in the Boundless Ocean

606: Chapter 625: Time Changes Over 10,000 Years in the Boundless Ocean 606: Chapter 625: Time Changes Over 10,000 Years in the Boundless Ocean Some Mountain Essence Spiritual Fruits were strewn across the edge of the valley, evidently gathered by the birds and beasts as a token of thanks for Ye Xuan’s awakening of Spiritual Wisdom.

In the valley, beside an ancient pool.

Ethereal and illusory, like mist and fantasy, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged with a nine-stringed zither resting on his knees, the thick steam rising from the ancient pool enveloping him in an otherworldly, immortal aura.

“Alas!”

With a long sigh that seemed to traverse eons, Ye Xuan slowly stood up, the nine-stringed zither vanished, his hands clasped behind his back as he overlooked the waters before him, a trace of disarray flickering across his eyes.

“The seas have changed into mulberry fields, time has transformed, ten thousand years have passed, and the so-called Quasi-Saint Realm remains elusive—where lies my path ahead?” Ye Xuan murmured, more hints of bewilderment appearing in his eyes.

Ten thousand years have changed the seas into mulberry fields, time swiftly cuts down the heavenly pride!

Immortals are undying, ten thousand years is neither long nor short, yet over these ten thousand years, Ye Xuan’s cultivation had made no progress whatsoever, and the so-called Quasi-Saint Realm hadn’t even been approached.

Ten thousand years ago, Ye Xuan came to Mount Xiaoyan, settling beside this ancient pool, not only to stabilize his Daluo Peak cultivation but also hoping to enlighten himself and step into the Quasi-Saint Realm in one fell swoop.

Ye Xuan was a proud person and exceptionally gifted; he believed fervently that he could step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

However, when he truly confronted this realm, his so-called pride disappeared, replaced by a profound sense of defeat.

Not to mention stepping into the Quasi-Saint Realm, Ye Xuan didn’t even know how to approach it—it seemed as if a dead end lay before him, and he had reached the furthest extents, with no road left to travel.

Immortal Saints differ, the disparity as vast as that between heaven and earth—how could transitioning from immortal to saint be simple?

This world is never short of stunning geniuses, but how many practitioners at the peak of Daluo cease advancing further, their lives ending with no hope of stepping into the realm of Quasi-Saint?

If ascending to Quasi-Saint were easy, then from the beginning of heaven and earth, Quasi-Saints would be as numerous as hairs.

Over these ten thousand years, Ye Xuan examined himself; he revisited the Undying Immortal Scripture and studied the Bronze Immortal Scripture left by the Primordial Spirits, hoping to find a way to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Regrettably, after ten thousand years, Ye Xuan had gained nothing, and as to how to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm, he knew only two words.

True Spirit!

Indeed, it was the True Spirit—to step into the Quasi-Saint, one must transform the Primordial Spirit into the True Spirit; only with the birth of the True Spirit can one attain the position of Quasi-Saint.

The ancestor of myriad poisons once said, “True Spirit eternal, Quasi-Saint immortal!”

These words were not spoken lightly but symbolized the true essence of the Quasi-Saint Realm.

Yet, how to transform the Primordial Spirit into the True Spirit, Ye Xuan simply had no idea where to begin, and he faintly felt that his path of proving the Dao with power, the method of cultivating both the Primordial Spirit and the body, even if he could transform the Primordial Spirit into the True Spirit, he might not necessarily attain the position of Quasi-Saint.

For the method of proving Dao with power involved cultivating both the Primordial Spirit and the body—know that Ye Xuan’s Daluo Immortal Body was only a step away from Great Success, but this step was insurmountable.

Only if his Daluo Immortal Body reached Great Success and his Undying Primordial Spirit transformed into the True Spirit, uniting body and True Spirit, would his life level ascend from immortal to saint, signifying that he could transform into a Quasi-Saint.

Ye Xuan understood the principles, but how could he advance his Daluo Immortal Body to Great Success and transform his Undying Primordial Spirit into a True Spirit?

Two major challenges lay before Ye Xuan.

Despite ten thousand years having passed, he had pondered various methods, even engaging in fervent closed-door cultivation, but to no avail.

It was only a step away, yet as distant as Heaven and Earth!

Ye Xuan really couldn’t accept it, but his reluctance was useless.

He had been shackled at the peak of Daluo for ten thousand years, with the Quasi-Saint Realm even further out of reach.

In fact, Ye Xuan was too anxious.

After all, which other Daluo Peak cultivator hadn’t been stuck in this state for tens of millions of years?

Whether it be Kong Xuan or Duobao Tathagata, when looking across the Three Realms at all the Daluo cultivators, how many had stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm?

Timing, geographical, and human conditions—the Quasi-Saint Realm was mysteriously profound, and each person’s method of entry was different.

Look at that Wan Poison Ancestor, hardly famous yet strangely one who had stepped into the Quasi-Saint category, indicating that it was a matter of personal opportunity.

By the ancient poolside!

Ye Xuan lowered his eyes, waves stirring in his heart.

He had set a deadline of thirty thousand years for himself, firmly believing he must achieve Quasi-Saint within that period.

Deep down, he sensed that if he failed to reach Quasi-Saint, he would face an unimaginable catastrophe, possibly even die a mere skeleton under someone’s feet.

“Do I really need to search for Hongmeng Purple Qi?” Ye Xuan muttered to himself, recalling what the Heavenly Sect Master had once told him.

“But I follow the path of Proving Dao with Power.

If I truly rely on Hongmeng Purple Qi to achieve Quasi-Saint, I fear my Daluo Immortal Body and Undying Primordial Spirit would completely collapse, severing the path of Proving Dao with Power entirely!”

“And even if I gave up the path of Proving Dao with Power, where could the Hongmeng Purple Qi be?”

Ye Xuan shook his head and sighed deeply, his eyes growing more bewildered because, since his youth, his path of cultivation had faced numerous hardships and behind him, unbeknownst to others, lay a pile of dry bones; yet he had never been confined to any realm but had always been soaring through levels of cultivation.

Up to this day, he stood at the Daluo Peak, with the Quasi-Saint Realm before him, yet he was utterly stuck.

Despite his unyielding will, facing the gulf of Quasi-Saint, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Daluo Peak, revered and honored; without a Quasi-Saint emerging, one could look disdainfully across the Three Realms—an honor perhaps supreme to others, but insignificant to Ye Xuan.

For in the eyes of a Quasi-Saint, the Daluo Golden Immortal was nothing but ants.

Moreover, Ye Xuan never forgot, above Quasi-Saint, there were the six unmatched Saints.

Reflecting in the ancient pool, Ye Xuan stood firm.

He was like an ageless boulder, silent and still, contemplating his path forward; the rising mist from the ancient pool also enveloped his figure.

…

“Hu Mei’er, cease your resistance quickly, or else don’t blame my king for ruthlessly destroying you.”

Fire illuminated the heavens, spanning the Heavenly Vault.

A demon cloud spanning Changtian approached, with thousands of demons roaring within it.

There, in the void, a young woman of unmatched beauty desperately maneuvered her Demon Technique, fleeing in disarray.

“My dear, you might as well yield to me; you cannot escape the palm of this king.”

Suddenly, a child’s voice transmitted through the void, a spark of fire blocking Hu Mei’er’s path, which caused the young woman’s complexion to change and her teeth to grit.

“Red Boy, you shameless brat, don’t push me too far!” Hu Mei’er exclaimed angrily.