My Informative Cultivation Life

It wasn\'t surprising that he felt this way, for Immortal Artifacts were the Sect-Stabilizing Treasures of major sects, wielded by the Sect Masters, rarely used lightly.

This time, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator astonishingly possessed an Immortal Artifact, which naturally drove him into a frenzy.

The significance of an Immortal Artifact was too profound; even a top Mahayana like him couldn\'t touch it, yet now, he saw hope in owning one.

However, what he never expected was that it was merely a damaged Immortal Artifact, but the sword light that had severed his palm was enough to breed greed in his heart.

If a minor Nascent Soul Cultivator could injure a Mahayana with an Immortal Artifact, then what if he obtained it, would he not be able to slay the Red Dust Immortals?

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the Yaksha Great Vehicle, and his mind quickly turned. He sneered coldly in the direction Elder Bai had left, "However, before I obtain the Immortal Artifact, there is one thing I need to do." Then, he tore through the void and chased after him.

In just three breaths\' time, he re-emerged from the torn space, having already landed in front of Elder Bai, who was crossing the star domains.

"Sir, what do you want to do?" Elder Bai\'s heart sank as a figure suddenly appeared before him, and he immediately became vigilant.

"Nothing much, I just want to erase a segment of your memory," the Yaksha Great Vehicle said with a faint smile.

"Erase my memor... Ah..." Before Elder Bai could finish speaking, he let out a scream. The hand of the Yaksha Great Vehicle transformed into a claw, suddenly grasping his skull. Dark light surged between his fingers, seeping into Elder Bai\'s brain, shredding every fragment of his memories from the last fifty breaths, and implanting a false memory in him.

When a top Mahayana made his move, it was indeed sharp and decisive, without dragging his feet. Divine Skills were strong, methods numerous, inspiring awe in others.

In just three breaths of time, the Yaksha Great Vehicle chuckled lightly, retracted his hand, and before Elder Bai could come to his senses, he had torn through the void and left once more.

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With Immortal Light bursting forth, the broken sword carried Yang Ji as he flew at high speed, with countless stars flashing by his side, stretching into grey streaks.

It was too fast; Yang Ji had never felt such extreme speed. Were it not for the protection of the Immortal Light, his entire being would likely fall apart.

"Sect Master, it seems like we\'ve escaped from that person\'s grip!" Buddha Child exclaimed with joy.

But Yang Ji wasn\'t happy because the message "Burning Origin, life in peril!" surfaced from beneath the broken sword. Your next read is at мѵʟ

"Immortal Elder, stop burning your Origin, or you\'ll die," Yang Ji\'s expression tensed as he shouted.

"Don\'t worry, I have my own measure. I\'ve been asleep for an eon—I don\'t intend to just die like this," the voice of the Immortal Elder now sounded extremely weak, like an old man on his deathbed.

"Immortal Elder, please stop!" Yang Ji urged anxiously.

The Immortal Elder did not respond and continued to carry Yang Ji for hundreds of billions of miles, finally coming to rest on a deserted star, before stopping.

The broken sword now lacked any luster, turned dull and ancient, like an iron block that had been submerged in water for years, its magical essence completely gone, its spirit no longer present, its Origin entirely depleted.

With a clattering sound, the broken sword, like a piece of scrap iron, slid from Yang Ji\'s feet and fell onto the rubble.

"Immortal Elder!" Yang Ji\'s face changed drastically, and he hurriedly picked up the broken sword.

"It\'s okay, I\'m not dead yet," a voice barely hanging on came from the broken sword. "However, I might not be able to help you in the future. My Origin has been running low, and now that I have burnt all of it, I can only keep this breath of life."

"Immortal Elder, how can you be restored!" Yang Ji asked urgently.

"Put me into the water of pure yang. The power of creation within it will allow me to regain some strength," the Immortal Elder said weakly.

Before the Immortal Elder\'s words could finish, Yang Ji had already opened the Mount Sea World and placed him into the water of pure yang.

The waters from the Pure Yang Lake of the Ancient Mystical Realm had been absorbed by him greatly, and now there was a small Pure Yang Lake inside his Mount Sea World as well.

"Immortal Elder, you can absorb all this water of pure yang," Yang Ji said.

"No, this water of pure yang is of great use to you; it can help you quickly solidify your Inner World. I won\'t absorb too much," the Immortal Elder replied.

"Immortal Elder, you\'re almost gone; just absorb it quickly," Buddha Child advised from the side.

However, the Immortal Elder said, "Indeed, the power of creation in the water of pure yang is useful to me, but this small lake of water is too little. Even absorbing it all, I can hardly recover a fraction of my Origin."

"But this little lake of water of pure yang is greatly beneficial for Yang Ji—it can help him quickly form a complete world prototype."

"I\'ve maintained this state for countless years already; recovering a little won\'t make much of a difference, but for Yang Ji, it\'s significant. This is the foundation of his true inheritance. With a complete world prototype, he can participate in the battle for true inheritance and increase his chances by thirty percent in obtaining the first lineage."

"Once he achieves the first lineage, his status will soar, and he will have access to more treasures. At that time, finding some treasures that could help me recover will be easy."

"In the long run, it\'s much better for both him and me if this lake of pure yang water is left for him to absorb."

"I\'ve lived a long life, gains and losses have faded in importance. I will not ruin a young man\'s bright future for my own benefit."

"Immortal Elder, you..." Yang Ji paused, struck.

"Yang Ji, don\'t try to persuade me," the Immortal Elder said weakly, suddenly speaking more sternly, "I\'ve carried you hundreds of billions of miles and erased your trail along the way. Even a top Mahayana would struggle to locate you.

With the multitude of methods that such a powerful being has, it\'s difficult to predict—now you can refine the Heart of the Ancient God, changing your own aura to align with your Thousand Transformations Technique of the Heavenly Demons. Even if he comes before you, it will be hard for him to recognize you at once."