Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 519 - 469 They Are All Waiting Do You Dare to

It wouldn’t be weaker than Tianyan Forty-Nine, at least.

“Hu.”

Shen Yi adjusted his breathing and looked at the remaining demonic lifespan.

[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 427,000 years]

The biggest difference between the Guixu Immortal Armor Formation and Tianyan Forty-Nine was that, after departing from Xuan Qing’s enlightenment, by only self-derivation, there was no progress with Tianyan Forty-Nine, and it almost caused all those demonic remnants to be forced to scatter and vanish.

But the Guixu Immortal Armor Formation… it was just slow.

There was progress, which meant it could be pushed!

Shen Yi had not yet begun to mobilize the demonic lifespan when he already felt a wave of nausea and retching.

If he remembered correctly, the most he had ever deduced with these mind-intensive Cultivation Techniques was tens of thousands of years, like with Li Huo Fen Xin Zhang at that level, but in the face of true Returned Void spirit methods, they paled in comparison.

He returned to that mountain peak.

And sat down cross-legged again.

The vast demonic lifespan was wildly poured into the magic formation.

[In the first year, you attempted to touch the more profound parts of this magic formation again. The senior’s enlightenment that once supported your cultivation was now useless. You began to recall the formation diagrams you had memorized for tens of thousands of years, trying to find patterns from those monotonous and dull years, looking for analogies.]

As the demonic lifespan passed.

The man in the ink robe grew silent, his handsome features becoming increasingly menacing.

Sweat poured down like rain, instantly soaking his whole body.

When his expression returned to calm, his clear eyes were quickly filled with confusion, and he seemed a bit delirious.

Lacking innate talent, yet stubbornly practicing spirit methods.

This was behavior that would be ridiculed in the Immortal Sects.

Beings of the world each have their own paths; forcibly stepping onto a path not meant for oneself only leads to a shattered state, and it’s impossible to succeed.

Unless… one has a far longer time than ordinary people.

Day and night alternated.

The panel had long stopped the deduction.

Yet Shen Yi’s eyes were still lackluster as if he had turned into a statue.

With a tremble of his fingertips.

He staggered to stand, then fell to the ground, exhausted, violently retching as if to vomit out the Dao Infant’s Five Organs.

Even for Returned Void Cultivators, with the addition of various Heaven and Earth Treasures, life does not last more than fifty thousand years.

To dedicate one’s life to researching a technique was already seen as an infrequent obstinacy.

A full 220,000 years of dull sitting and confusion, condensed into a short period.

It almost destroyed Shen Yi’s sanity.

Had the panel not taken on 99% of the pressure and only reflected an infinitesimal amount on him, he would have likely become an idiot by now.

[Return to Void (Spirit). Guixu Immortal Armor Formation: Minor Accomplishment]

[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 207,000 years]

Shen Yi wiped his mouth with his sleeve, extended his trembling hand, and threads of black mist and golden thread emerged from the tips of his fingers.

He gasped for air, and the corners of his lips he had just cleaned were again stained with plasma.

Fortunately, his hand finally steadied.

A formation chart like this, drawn on the body, admitted no mistakes.

The moment he began to draw the formation chart over his heart.

Shen Yi seemed to enter a mystical state, his fingertips as steady as rock, and the golden thread, directed by the Divine Soul, was many times more accurate than before.

Without the slightest hesitation, it flowed as smoothly as a surging river.

With ease.

Upon the final stroke, the Great Formation was completed.

…

Inside the Ancestral Master Hall.

Li Qingfeng anxiously leaned against a pillar, vigorously wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The Sect Master was nowhere to be found for cultivation, and the Jade Slip could not make contact.

The only person he could turn to was this Senior Xuan Qing.

The Chen Family Clan elder and many stewards from the Qinghai Prefecture had already brought the villagers from the Xiao family fort back and settled them in the Great Qian.

Li Qingfeng had come to report this matter, but unexpectedly, after this little Immortal received a letter from someone, he became like this.

“You all… you all go out first.”

Li Qingfeng feigned calmness, waving his sleeves to let everyone leave.

“Uh,” this group of Nanyang Sect stewards glanced at each other; they were newcomers, after all, and had not done anything for the Nanyang Sect yet. It wasn’t their place to ask too many questions. Hearing his words, they all bowed respectfully and exited the hall quietly.

“…”

Li Qingfeng exhaled and then approached Xuan Qing, “Could I trouble Senior to help me find the Sect Master? I have urgent matters to report.”

“He’s probably in cultivation.”

Xuan Qing opened his eyes, recalling the change in Spiritual Energy he had sensed before; it was clear that the Sect Master had made new progress.

“If it’s convenient, you can tell me first.”

He might not be able to help much, but he could definitely offer some advice.

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“There’s nothing convenient or inconvenient about it.”

Li Qingfeng lowered his head, helplessly sitting on the ground. He pulled a secret message from his sleeve.

The letter bore no mark of identity.

But from the tone of the message, Li Qingfeng still identified the sender’s identity—it was Liu Qianyun, the steward of the Pure Moon Sect.