430: Chapter 430 Immortal's Mystery

"Oneself is the Dao, oneself is the Immortal..."

"Oneself is the Dao, oneself is the Immortal..."

Wang Changsheng carefully contemplated this sentence.

Oneself is the Immortal!

He seemed to understand something, yet also seemed not to.

"Correct! Oneself is the Immortal!"

"Only when everything about you is refined by undying matter—what they call longevity matter—will you be immune to the erosion of time and escape its shackles."

"This shares a subtle similarity with your Physique's Origin; you only need to meditate on it carefully. Taking this step in the future will merely be a matter of time."

Guardian One nodded.

Mortal World Immortal Ascension, this is a method of Immortal Ascension.

If this path of stepping into the Immortal Dao through the Mortal World Tribulation could be spread...

It would be an Opportunity for all living beings.

"Revered Master! Did you understand?"

Qin Wushang turned his head to ask Chu Yuehua.

"Yes."

"I've gained some insights, but not many."

Chu Yuehua nodded.

She possessed the Taiyin Immortal Body, and her Aptitude was frighteningly strong.

At this Realm, she could still grasp a bit of these words.

"Taiyin Immortal Body... the moon... Taiyin Heavenly Dao... No wonder..."

"Perhaps it wasn't an accident that you were buried in the immortal coffin."

"This might be a contingency plan."

Guardian One scrutinized Chu Yuehua and analyzed slowly.

She represented the moon, and there was a moon inside the immortal coffin; there was definitely a connection.

"Who cares? We'll know once we open it and see,"

Qin Wushang said.

What was in the immortal coffin and who buried it wasn't important.

What mattered was whether it could be opened.

"Indeed."

"If it can be opened, perhaps we can see what secrets lie within."

Chu Yuehua nodded.

The group took a step forward, instantly moving an extremely vast distance toward the depths of the Immortal Tomb.

...

Deep within the Immortal Tomb.

This place was extremely dangerous, and no young creatures came here.

Those who could reach this place were all powerful experts.

An old woman dressed in a plain gown, her body surrounded by Death Qi, stared at the immortal coffin not far away.

"immortal coffin... Immortals..."

"Heavens! Have pity on me! Let me touch this Opportunity! Let me obtain the things inside. I don't want to die... I want Immortal Ascension!"

"Just show me mercy this once!"

She pressed her palms together as if praying, then began an ancient dance.

"Old woman! What are you thinking? Is this Immortal fate something you can just beg for?"

"Instead of begging the heavens, why don't you go kowtow before the gates of the Celestial Palace! If the gatekeeper takes pity on you, maybe you'll have a chance to become an Immortal!"

An old man joked with a laugh.

The surrounding experts were all drawn by her actions and looked over, finding it somewhat ridiculous.

Heaven is impartial.

How could it let you become an Immortal just because it saw you were pitiful?

"Xianling Clan... To think the Xianling Clan Bloodline still exists in this world!"

Guardian One appeared, staring at the old woman with a sudden change in expression, full of disbelief.

"Xianling Clan? Is Senior referring to that dancing old woman?"

Interest piqued in Qin Wushang's eyes.

The divine light of his Supreme Double Pupils flowed, directly piercing through the illusionary array she had deliberately used to hide herself, seeing her true form at a glance.

She was no elderly woman; she was clearly a peerless Fairy of unparalleled grace.

Her skin was as white as congealed jade, untouched by the dust of the Mortal World, and her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint lunar glow.

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, her plain clothes revealing a celestial charm, and she was surrounded by fragments of immortal light.

"The Xianling Clan... a race once favored by the great dao of heaven and earth. Rumor has it they are the oldest race in the Immortal Realm, and the name of the Immortal Realm itself seems to have originated from them."

"But countless eons ago, in the era I lived in, there were records of another extreme race appearing in the world."

"The Demon Race!"

"They were born at odds with the Xianling Clan. The two races fought a great war for dominance over the Immortal Realm."

"Their actions angered the heavens, and since then, their racial fortune was severed, leading to their extinction."

"I didn't expect they hadn't gone extinct."

Guardian One murmured his explanation, becoming increasingly shocked.

"This dance of hers is the Dao-Praying Dance recorded by the Xianling Clan... a way they once used to question the Heavenly Dao."

His words shocked the others and also surprised the dancing woman.

To think there was a living being in the world who could recognize them.

At this moment, Qin Wushang stared at the graceful dance, and a panel appeared in his mind.

A red panel.

[Name: Xian Miaomiao]

[Age: 28,886 years old]

[Realm: Great Emperor Realm]

[Identity: Descendant of the Xianling Clan, Descendant of the True Demon Race]

[Fate: Gold]

[Life Experience: Age one, born at the border of the Celestial and Demon Races. Father was the Lord of True Demons, mother was the Celestial Spirit Saintess...]

[Born with the Origins of both the Celestial and Demon Daos, her golden fate illuminated the world. She should have been a Supreme Bloodline revered by both races...]

[Age two, rifts began to grow between the Celestial and Demon Races. Because of her aura that was half-Immortal and half-Demon, she was neither accepted by the Xianling Clan nor recognized by the True Demon Race...]

[When she cried as a child, she was mocked as a freak by the children of both races, and no one was willing to be close to her.]

[Age three, the Great Celestial-Demon War broke out. Both races used racial righteousness as an excuse to view her as a bastard who desecrated their Bloodlines; her once noble status became an original sin...]

[Twenty thousand years later, the Heavenly Dao collapsed. To protect her, her parents used their own Dao foundations as a catalyst to Seal her, and she has since slept in the cracks of time and space...]

[After countless eons, she has only now broken the Seal and emerged in this world.]

[Recent Opportunity: None]

Qin Wushang looked at her panel, becoming more alarmed the more he read.

She was also a sealed powerhouse.

And the place she was sealed was actually a crack in time and space.

"How do you know of the Xianling Clan?"

After the dance ended, Xian Miaomiao looked at the group, her beautiful eyes turning to lock onto Guardian One.

Times were changing. Having been sealed for countless eons, she had searched for a long time...

She simply couldn't find any traces of her clansmen in the current era.

She hadn't expected that upon coming here, someone would actually state the existence of the Xianling Clan.

"You are an Imm— No, the turbid Qi of the Mortal World on your body is far too heavy."

Xian Miaomiao scrutinized him closely, her brow furrowing slightly, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

She was originally joyful that an Immortal still existed in the world, but compared to the Immortals in her knowledge, the one before her...

Was truly too filthy and unbearable.

"Little girl of the Xianling Clan, no matter how extraordinary your background is, this is not a place where you should linger."

Guardian One's tone was cold.

"Wait a moment."

Qin Wushang spoke at the right time, interrupting Guardian One.

He looked at Xian Miaomiao and quickly asked, "Senior just said he was filthy. In your heart, what should a true Immortal look like?"

Xian Miaomiao raised her eyes toward the horizon, seemingly recalling scenes from ancient times, her voice cold and clear.

"A true Immortal is untouched by the Mortal World, untainted by worldly thoughts, without a shred of turbid Qi, and without a hint of greed or anger."

"They dine on the wind and drink the dew, shining alongside the sun and moon, treading upon clouds and dancing with the galaxy."

"They are not trapped by desire, nor tempted by profit; they do not hold onto grudges, nor do they pine for the mortal Realm."

"With a wave of their hand, they can draw down celestial radiance; with a downward glance, they can pacify all spirits. Their body is full of pure Immortal Essence, as clear as ancient glaciers and as vast as the boundless sea of stars."

"They are not like him, full of the air of the mundane world, bound by obsession and desire, possessing the name of an Immortal but lacking an immortal bone."

This was the Immortal in her memory.

In her memory, her mother was like this.

"This is an Immortal?"

"Could you be referring to the Immortals of the Xianling Clan?"

Qin Wushang raised an eyebrow.

"Being an Immortal is not just about a transformation of power... No, you're not right!!!"

As she spoke, Xian Miaomiao's eyes suddenly widened.