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The Legend of Immortal Cultivation

Thunder roared as the divine images merged; the forbidden land trembled as the immortal mansion emerged! Where does the way of the immortals lie in the vast path of cultivation? The miracles of the gods are hidden, but for what reason? The heavens show no mercy, but humans have compassion; countless desires hinder eternal life's progression! Within, the worry-free scriptures are contemplated; externally, the heavenly thunder body is cultivated! Venturing alone through three continents and four seas; bravely battling demons, monsters, and all adversaries with ease! Holding the Five-Elements Wish-Fulfilling Staff in hand; sweeping away all demons to cleanse the land! Stepping on the Nine-Stars Dream-Chasing Sword; covering thousands of miles, mountains and rivers soared! Though unremarkable in appearance, amidst the mortal realm I reside; within, the universe's secrets I confide! The dragon's pulse stirs, the phoenix's blessings bestowed; the celestial path guides, the stars' expanse showed! The past sowed the seeds, the results now unfold; in the mysterious realm, destiny's threads are controlled! Cultivating the great path of Tao, comprehending Buddhist sutras; molding a demonic body, training magic soldiers! Condensing the essence of the sword, summoning divine souls; forcing gods and ghosts to yield, making demons and monsters cower in tolls! The thunder of heaven rolls, shocking the world with its might; the light of eternity silently traverses time, disappearing from sight! Escaping the Three Realms, wandering freely in delight; beyond the Five Elements, eternal life takes flight! This life, I only seek to be with you; together, forever, our bond will be true!

Xiao Duan The Talented Scholar · 玄幻
分數不夠
1482 Chs

Chapter 772: The Persuader_1

Upon hearing the astonishment inside, "From the direct lineage? Weren't they all dead?"

Zhang Xiaohu revealed a bitter smile on his face, but he remained respectful.

Then, a leisurely pace of footsteps was heard from inside. At the doorway, Zhang Xiaohu saw Li Jian, the Master Ancestor in a green robe, with graying hair at his temples. Li Jian's wrinkles were similar to those carved by a knife, well-defined. Except for the temples, his hair was white all over, but his waist still straight, and his eyes even sharper than before. Zhang Xiaohu dared not delay and immediately bent forward to salute, saying, "Disciple Zhang Xiaohu, paying respects to Master Ancestor Li."

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu, Li Jian frowned for a moment, then hesitated, "Are you that disciple with a great age taken in by Ahai?"

Zhang Xiaohu nodded, "Yes, disciple."