2: Chapter 2: Merging with the Immortal Body of Creation! Master, your disciple has come to "fulfill his filial duty"!

After leaving the Frost Moon Main Hall, Gu Yi headed north, walking toward the deepest part of Lanyue Peak.

The scenery along the way grew increasingly desolate, and the bluestone slabs beneath his feet were gradually covered by thick frost.

The whistling wind in the air became sharper and more piercing, scraping against his skin like a sharp blade.

Guhan Cliff, just as its name suggested, was a place of bitter cold within the Xuantian Sect where the sun never shone.

Not only was the Spiritual Qi here extremely thin, but biting gale winds raged year-round.

An ordinary Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage would find their Meridians frozen stiff and atrophied after staying here for just a few hours.

Even a Cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, without a Magic Treasure to protect them, could not last more than ten days or half a month.

Fei Yuechan sending him here was, in the eyes of others, undoubtedly the harshest punishment.

That fool Lin Tian was probably gloating in the woodshed of Luoye Peak right now, fantasizing that he would be frozen into a cripple on the cliff.

Gu Yi stepped through the ankle-deep snow and stopped in front of a sheltered rock face.

At the edge of the cliff, the wild wind whipped up snow, causing his white robes to snap loudly.

Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of cold, but a hint of irrepressible excitement appeared in his eyes.

The environment of Guhan Cliff was harsh; usually, there wasn't even a ghost around, and even the patrolling deacons of the Sect were too lazy to come near.

To him, this was no place of punishment; it was clearly an excellent, undisturbed secret room for secluded cultivation.

Gu Yi sat cross-legged on the cold rock, slowly exhaling a puff of white air, his mind instantly sinking into his consciousness.

"System, extract the novice gift pack reward."

He silently thought in his heart.

[Ding!]

[Command confirmed. Beginning to fuse the ultimate Physique for the host: Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body.]

[Beginning to infuse the supreme Cultivation Technique: "Yin Yang Great Compassion Sutra".]

As that emotionless mechanical prompt echoed in his mind, the wind and snow on Guhan Cliff seemed to pause for a fleeting moment.

An indescribably massive wave of heat appeared out of thin air within Gu Yi's limbs and bones.

This power was extremely overbearing, like an awakened prehistoric beast, rushing into his Meridians with the force of a landslide.

Gu Yi groaned, and fine beads of sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

The transformation from a mortal body to an Immortal Body was, in itself, a process of being reborn and breaking out of a cocoon.

His Meridians, which had originally been quite wide and tough, shattered inch by inch under the scouring of this power, and then rapidly reorganized under a profound force of creation.

The reorganized Meridians were more than ten times wider than before, and the inner walls of the Meridians shimmered with a faint Chaos luster, indestructible.

At the same time, the golden Golden Core that had been spinning in his Dantian also began to undergo earth-shaking changes under the envelopment of this power.

The dazzling golden light gradually retracted.

On the surface of the Golden Core, complex and ancient patterns emerged; one half transformed into an extremely profound pitch black, while the other half turned into a pure, blinding pearly white.

One Yin and one Yang, endless and continuous.

In this wonderful interweaving of extreme pain and Rebirth, countless profound and obscure golden characters surged into the depths of his Divine Soul like a tide.

That was the general outline of the "Yin Yang Great Compassion Sutra".

Gu Yi kept his eyes closed, silently comprehending this Cultivation Technique rated as "supreme" by the System.

As his comprehension deepened, his breathing gradually became long and rhythmic.

The biting cold gale winds raging on Guhan Cliff, upon approaching within three feet of his body, actually melted away silently as if snow meeting the morning sun, turning into wisps of pure Spiritual Qi that surged into his body through the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints around him.

The "Yin Yang Great Compassion Sutra" was all about seizing the creation of heaven and earth, reversing Yin and Yang, and turning it to one's own use.

Everything in this world that was extremely cold, extremely hot, or extremely poisonous was no longer a fatal threat in the face of this Cultivation Technique, but rather the most nourishing supreme resource.

This Cultivation Technique seemed tailor-made for his "defy the Revered Master" plan tonight.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Gu Yi slowly opened his eyes.

In his deep pupils, two rays of black and white essence shot out like physical objects, tearing two faint air currents in the Void Realm that lingered for a long time.

He lowered his head and examined his hands.

The surface of his skin flowed with a luster as warm as jade; it looked delicate, but Gu Yi knew very well what terrifying explosive power this body now contained.

The initial Fusion of the Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body was complete.

Although his cultivation Realm still remained at the Golden Core Stage Early Stage, the purity and total amount of Spiritual power contained in the black and white Chaos Golden Core in his Dantian were dozens of times stronger than before.

Gu Yi stood up.

The thick layer of ice covering his white robes shattered instantly, turning into countless ice chips that fell off with a rustle.

He looked into the distance towards Luoye Peak, a mocking arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

Luoye Peak was the most remote servant peak of the Xuantian Sect, where Spiritual Qi was exhausted.

That Trash Lin Tian, who had his engagement annulled, was sweeping the floor there just a few days ago, and today he could run to the main peak with high spirits to uphold justice and destroy his relatives.

Linking this to the System's identity verification for Lin Tian, Gu Yi was as clear as a mirror in his heart.

A protagonist with this template must have some kind of Heaven-Defying Opportunity or Golden Finger, which allowed him to be reborn in a short period of time.

As for what this Opportunity specifically was, Gu Yi did not know yet.

[Top-secret intelligence update: Countdown to the full eruption of the cold poison in the core Luck-bearer, Fei Yuechan: one quarter of an hour.]

One quarter of an hour.

The timing was just right.

With a thought, the stealth chapter of the "Yin Yang Great Compassion Sutra" was quietly activated.

The Spiritual power fluctuations belonging to a Golden Core Stage Cultivator on his body, along with his breathing and heartbeat, were instantly perfectly masked by an invisible Chaos energy field.

His whole person seemed to melt into the deep night, leaving no trace behind.

Gu Yi tapped his toes lightly on the ice, his figure like a spirit cat in the night, silently sweeping down Guhan Cliff and speeding toward the core area of Lanyue Peak.

The night was deep.

The entire Xuantian Sect was immersed in silence.

As the main peak, Lanyue Peak's defenses were extremely strict, with open guards and hidden sentries distributed at every intersection.

As the Senior Brother of Lanyue Peak, Gu Yi knew every inch of this place, the routes of every patrol team, and their shift times by heart.

Coupled with his newly formed Immortal Body and his innate stealth technique, sneaking in here was like entering an empty place.

Along the way, he weaved through the shadows of bamboo forests and pavilions like a ghost.

Several Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples responsible for night patrols only felt a breeze brush past their ears.

They looked back in confusion, but besides the swaying tree shadows, they saw nothing, so they continued walking forward, chatting and laughing.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Gu Yi landed lightly on a highly concealed cliff.

In front of the cliff was a deep Immortal Cave shrouded in rich Spiritual Qi year-round.

Guanghan Cave Heaven.

This was the private Forbidden Ground where Revered Master Fei Yuechan cultivated daily and never allowed any Disciple to set foot.

Outside the Immortal Cave, the Xuantian Sect's top defensive Formation was set up.

Once an outsider forcibly broke in, the Formation would not only erupt with the power to kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but would also immediately issue an alarm to the entire Sect.

Gu Yi stood in the shadow of a thick, ancient pine, his eyes fixed on the two heavy stone doors closed in front of him.

Usually, Guanghan Cave Heaven had Spiritual cranes dancing and Spiritual Plants lush around it.

Tonight, the scene here revealed an indescribable strangeness.

Centered on the stone doors, the surface of the Spiritual Plants within a hundred-foot radius had actually formed a layer of thick, dark blue ice crystals.

The Spiritual fountain waterfall, which originally flowed murmuringly, was now completely frozen, turning into sharp, inverted icicles.

The temperature in the air was even a few degrees lower than on Guhan Cliff.

A cold aura that almost froze the Divine Soul was leaking out through the gaps in the stone doors.

Gu Yi looked at the rare Spiritual Plants that had been frozen to death, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

The light of the defensive Formation, under the erosion of the cold aura, was showing an extremely unstable flickering frequency.

Obviously, Fei Yuechan, who was inside the Immortal Cave, had completely lost control of the Formation.

That innate nine yin cold poison was frantically devouring her Spiritual power and ravaging her will.

Gu Yi raised his hand and placed his palm on the cold stone door.

Feeling the violent yet extremely weak aura behind the door, a graceful yet dangerous smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Revered Master, this Disciple has come to relieve your worries."

His fingertips moved slightly, and he injected a trace of Chaos Spiritual power along the Formation patterns on the stone door that he had long memorized.

A tiny "click" sound of a mechanism was heard.

The heavy stone door, which even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could hardly blast open, slowly revealed a gap wide enough for one person to pass through in front of Gu Yi.

The biting cold mist, like a flood that had found a vent, instantly surged out from the gap.