The Secret Way of Immortality

After the Three Dao Ancestors reshaped the world, a complete ecosystem was constructed in a short period, with various towns appearing as if from thin air.

The Daoist sect firmly controlled eighty percent of the population, with limited exploration of the oceans, giving the Buddhist sect an opportunity.

Islands were scattered across the ocean, originally inhabited by sea people, but after the Buddhist sect intervened, the population began to explode.

The Forbidden Prison Hall quickly discovered the Buddhist sect's base, but they remained silent.

Under the gaze of immortals and gods, the islands moved closer together to form land, and flesh-and-blood palaces grew abruptly from the soil, followed by a large number of monks emerging from the palaces.

Zhou Zuosan was well aware of the Buddhist sect's consistent methods, knowing they could easily create hundreds of millions of creatures by gathering countless souls.

Since the Buddhist sect dared to reveal themselves, it meant that the Supreme Heavenly Demon was showing signs of descending.

In the following century, the monks spontaneously built temples, constructing civilization entirely according to the patterns before the disaster, with statues of Buddha everywhere.

Zhou Zuosan had a faint guess.

The Great Demonic Heaven created by the Supreme Heavenly Demon seemed to truly exist, and the monks should have come from the upper realm.

If so, the Three Dao Ancestors must also have a similar small world, as the hundreds of millions of people who appeared after the disaster could not have been created out of nothing.

"God of the灶 (stove)..."

Zhou Zuosan summoned the God of the Stove and solemnly said, "God of the Stove, help me find the past history, and see if it is related to the documents recorded outside."

"Remember, don't let others know."

Xiao Yan remained silent, and although he had doubts in his heart, he still honestly went to do it.

One was the civilization before the arrival of the Three Dao Ancestors, and the other was the civilization after the world was reshaped. How could there be any connection?

Zhou Zuosan's eyes were dazed, but then became firm again, and he continued to use external informants to monitor the movements of the Buddhist sect.

Food was scarce on the islands, and the monks were starved to death.

However, the remaining monks transported the corpses into the palaces, and after a while, new monks were born, forming a snake-like cycle.

It was obvious that although the bodies were constantly changing, the souls remained the same.

In the Great Hero Hall, there was a statue of Dipankara Buddha pieced together from fragmented bones, and a dozen highly respected old monks knelt down at the base.

They were among the few who could obtain food, and did not have to repeat the pain of life and death.

The leader was the contemporary abbot "Huikong" and the previous abbot "Ningyi".

The two should have just descended not long ago, their skin still clinging to a viscous liquid, exuding an unspeakable stench.

Huikong's expression was very calm, chanting scriptures over and over again, while the old monk Ningyi seemed restless.

The old monk Ningyi wanted to interrupt several times, but facing the Dipankara statue, he didn't dare to act rashly.

At this moment, the islands shook.

The sea level suddenly rose, and several huge corpses floated to the surface, emitting a scorching light that turned night into day.

The corpses looked the same as the Eighteen Arhats, except that they were covered with wounds, attracting countless sea fish to peck at the flesh and bone fragments.

The monks were a little unbelievable, and chanted obscure scriptures with ecstasy on their faces.

They descended from the Great Demonic Heaven, naturally to revive the Buddha, but they did not expect that only a century had passed, and the Buddha already had signs of revival.

The monks seemed to see the scene of ten thousand Buddhas paying homage, and the prosperous moment of the Buddhist sect was finally coming.

A rich Buddhist aura emanated from their bodies, and then merged into the Buddha's corpse.

"Huikong..."

"Too fast, it's too fast."

The old monk Ningyi couldn't help but mutter.

His eyes were full of fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably, obviously because of the corpses of the Eighteen Arhats floating on the sea.

Huikong also had concerns, but he was afraid that the old monk Ningyi would say something irrelevant, so he waved his hand and signaled the monks to take the latter to the meditation room.

He stared at the sea, and the injuries on the Buddha's corpse gradually healed.

Huikong pondered for a long time, and then made an unexpected move, sending thousands of monks to the Daoist towns to investigate the situation at the critical moment of the Buddha's corpse's revival.

He was awakened by the old monk Ningyi, and suddenly realized the unusualness of it.

Huikong and other monks descended in advance to revive the Buddha's corpse and pave the way for the descent of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

They only needed to spread the name of Dipankara Buddha to attract the Buddhist aura of the Great Demonic Heaven, and the revival of the Buddha's corpse was only a matter of time.

But according to Huikong's estimation, the Eighteen Arhats would need at least five hundred years of brewing.

But how long had passed now, and the Buddhist sect's beliefs had not spread at all, so why had the Buddha already shown signs of revival?

Huikong always felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand behind the matter.

In a few months, information about the Daoist towns was placed in front of him, and the result was that most of the towns remained the same.

Not to mention Dipankara Buddha, the people didn't even understand the concept of Buddhism.

Little did they know that it was Zhou Zuosan who used a trick of substituting the pillars, replacing the Three Dao Ancestors statues in the Daoist temples with Dipankara Buddha.

The appearance of the Three Dao Ancestors statues seemed unchanged, but in fact, a statue of Dipankara Buddha had appeared in the hollow inside at some point.

Under the intervention of the Forbidden Prison Hall, the balance between the Daoist and Buddhist sides gradually tilted, and the Eighteen Arhats were expected to appear in fifty years.

Zhou Zuosan waited and watched.

The Stomach World had the advantage of a tenfold time flow rate, and his strength was expanding rapidly, and his refining level was constantly climbing.

However, the situation was not all smooth sailing. In recent centuries, the Heavenly Dao Tree had been unstable many times.

Whenever the Heavenly Dao Tree trembled, natural and man-made disasters would breed in the Three Realms.

The Forbidden Prison Hall could only try to calm it down, while searching for Ren Qing's body outside.

Advancing to Heavenly Dao could not tolerate any accidents. If Ren Qing encountered danger outside, it might lead to the failure of breaking through the bottleneck.

Ren Qing himself could realize the undercurrents outside.

But his practice of Heavenly Dao Birth had reached the most critical moment, and he had no energy to distract himself and communicate with the Forbidden Prison Hall.

Ren Qing's self-promotion to Heavenly Dao carried far more risks than imagined.

A slight carelessness would lead to cultivation deviation.

His previous advancements in realm were almost entirely dependent on the information stream, and there was no risk of failure at all, which led to obvious fluctuations in his state of mind.

Ren Qing could not stop. Now was the eve of the Supreme Heavenly Demon's descent. A rash interruption of the breakthrough would cost him at least a thousand years to recover.

The opportunity was fleeting.

Ren Qing was a little worried that the Forbidden Prison Hall would not be able to survive the disaster brought by the Supreme Heavenly Demon, but now there was no other choice. Even if there was a narrow escape from death, he had to advance to Heavenly Dao in one go.

Ren Qing was gradually approaching the end of Corpse Disassembly Immortal.

The Heavenly Dao patterns all over his body and soul became more and more complex, intertwined with each other, causing the flesh and bones to gradually merge with the three souls and seven spirits.

If nothing unexpected happened, when the body and soul were united, he would set foot on the perfection of Corpse Disassembly Immortal.

"Hiss..."

Ren Qing gasped for air. The process of body and soul fusion was not easy, accompanied by pain far beyond his tolerance.

The torment of the body and soul was fine, and he could always endure it with his willpower.

But the haunting inner demons caught Ren Qing off guard, and everything he had ever missed turned into loopholes in his state of mind.

Ren Qing seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, and blood had oozed from the soles of his feet.

Suddenly, he heard a prompt from the information stream in his ear, tempting him to summon the familiar panel, perhaps there was a shortcut to advance to Heavenly Dao that could be used.

Ren Qing's nails pierced into his palm, and his breathing became heavy.

He understood that even if he luckily summoned the information stream, it would lead to the complete failure of the advancement, and he would end up with his soul destroyed.

Ren Qing had a sense of powerlessness.

The advancement would last for hundreds of years. Could he really last that long?

Or was it destined that he could not escape the cage of the information stream from the day he spent his lifespan to master the No-Eye Method?

"It's too suffocating. I'd rather die!"

Ren Qing squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and his eyes became clear.

Then his body began to collapse gradually without warning, his skin covered with spider web-like cracks, and skin fragments the size of fingernails fell off.

The skin fragments turned into dust and disappeared into the air.

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Ren Qing's souls collapsed at the same time. Even if the three souls and seven spirits were tempered, they still seemed vulnerable.

It was as if an inexplicable force was erasing him from the world, and even the Heavenly Dao Tree in the Stomach World shook, the branches and leaves showing signs of withering, and the roots were even more listless.

The immortals and gods stared at the Heavenly Dao Tree, and the branches showed the withering of autumn.

They all knew what this meant, and an unspeakable panic arose in their hearts, and they all stood there in a daze, at a loss.

After Zhou Zuosan noticed the anomaly of the Heavenly Dao Tree, sparks flew from his head.

The externally attached magic weapon could not withstand the surge in thinking speed, and died prematurely, causing some brain tissue to be exposed.

The refiners let out frightened exclamations.

They quickly set about repairing the magic weapon, and a large amount of resources were sent to the First Heaven.

Zhou Zuosan couldn't help but show a helpless expression. Even if he couldn't see the situation in the Three Realms, he could guess how panicked the various forces were.

"Internal and external troubles."

He took a deep sigh, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the disciples of the refiners, regardless of the blood flowing from his five senses.

"Qiu Cheng, notify the Great Dream True Man to let Dream City provide resources, and the Heavenly Court will send three thousand incense immortals to the First Heaven to assist in refining."

Zhou Zuosan said decisively: "Carry out the third stage of brain transformation."

"But, this..."

The eldest disciple, Qiu Cheng, rubbed his white hair vigorously with both hands, pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do.

The third stage of transformation was too crazy. It was to use Zhou Zuosan's soul as a material, and all resources would become fuel to support his thinking.

Regardless of success or failure, what awaited Zhou Zuosan was likely the destruction of his soul.

"Quick, there's no time."

"Okay, Master."

Qiu Cheng had to agree. If the Stomach World were to be destroyed because of this, all the refiners present would not be able to bear the responsibility.

The Great Dream True Man naturally would not refuse, and even directly moved Dream City to the First Heaven to avoid wasting time transporting resources.

Several Great Luo Immortals were extremely busy, not only to appease the Heavenly Court, but also to suppress the increasingly frequent natural disasters in the Three Realms.

The third stage of brain transformation then began without delay.

Zhou Zuosan closed his eyes and recalled the soul in the deep dreamland.

At this time, Qiu Cheng realized that Zhou Zuosan's soul had already begun to mutate, which was a drawback of being in the deep dreamland for a long time.

However, with the suppression of elixirs, the mutation of the soul quickly subsided for the most part.

It was just a stopgap measure, because in the third stage of brain transformation, Zhou Zuosan's soul would be thrown into a deeper dreamland.

Qiu Cheng refined the container for the soul, and soon there was a rough prototype.

It was a blue and white crystal, exuding a faint soul aura, and also had Zhou Zuosan's unique soul imprint.

They skillfully carried out more detailed refining, with Qiu Cheng responsible for depicting the moon patterns, trying to increase the magic weapon's resistance to mutation.

When the magic weapon was completed, Zhou Zuosan's fooling around did not hesitate to throw himself into it.

Qiu Cheng repeatedly confirmed that there was no mistake, and then transformed the externally attached brain, during which dozens of refiners did not communicate at all.

They were already extremely tacit and deeply believed in Zhou Zuosan's instructions.

The third stage made Zhou Zuosan's head a few circles larger, and was accompanied by a high temperature of over a hundred degrees, with white smoke coming out of his pores.

But the benefits Zhou Zuosan gained were even more terrifying.

What did the ten million times time difference between soul and consciousness represent?

Even if Zhou Zuosan's attention had to endure the erosion of the soul, his thinking speed still reached a level that immortals could not match, and he could easily deduce countless possibilities of things.

In a sense, Zhou Zuosan already had the ability to predict the future.

The Great Dream True Man appeared in the First Heaven. As soon as he entered the palace, he felt the scorching heat coming towards him. The temperature distorted the air.

The refiners had to wear magic clothes to survive in such a harsh environment.

The Great Dream True Man watched Zhou Zuosan's head, which was about to break through a hundred meters, and released bursts of light and shadow to alleviate the latter's pain.

"Is it necessary, Little Three?"

"Yes."

Zhou Zuosan answered in a deep voice.

His eyes were unusually creepy, like a gambler who had lost his eyes on the gambling table, and the temperature of the smoke was as high as three or four hundred degrees.

"We can't lose, and Ren Qing can't lose. We must win, we must win."

The Great Dream True Man was silent, and Song Zongwu's figure appeared in the palace, followed by Li Yaoyang, Heavenly Daozi, God of the Stove, Old Man Yue...

A dozen Great Luo Immortals representing the Stomach World came to Zhou Zuosan's location.

They were obviously also paying attention to Zhou Zuosan's situation. After all, with the Heavenly Dao Tree withering, Zhou Zuosan might fall into madness.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zuosan's consciousness was indeed extremely clear, and the biased words felt like fear of the future.

The Corpse Ghost used Yin Qi to dissipate the heat and said, "What exactly happened?"

Zhou Zuosan and the God of the Stove looked at each other, and the God of the Stove said solemnly: "There is no problem with their cognition. The Three Dao Ancestors are not extraterrestrial demons."

"Twenty thousand years ago, extraterrestrial demons corrupted the world, and the Three Dao Ancestors escaped, and we..."

"Are the abandoned people."

Zhou Zuosan's voice of chanting "cannot lose" seemed to drop a thousand-pound boulder in the hearts of the immortals of the Forbidden Prison Hall.

Some monks held their breath, and their bodies and souls lost control again.

For thousands of years, they had been constantly denying themselves because they found that there was no problem with the cognition of the people outside, and the problem was themselves.

The Sun and Moon Immortal quickly took action to help them suppress their cultivation deviation.

"What Zhou Zuosan said is just a guess that fits the current situation. What is the truth, we must ask Ren Qing."

The Great Dream True Man released light and shadow to fix the immortals of the Forbidden Prison Hall, and then continued: "But we really have no capital to lose."

If Ren Qing loses, then everything is lost.