With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 150: Spirit Pill-Grade Nascent Soul Pill!
The long years of residing above have imbued Sha Miaomiao with an aura of aloofness and unquestionable authority.
Ouyang Yun just tousled Sha Miaomiao’s hair gently.
The twelve disciples all kept their heads down, not daring to look at such a scene.
[In the year 8405 of the Nine Rivers Calendar, Sha Miaomiao left the Nine Rivers to seek that faint possibility in the outside world.]
[You secluded yourself in Kunmi Mountain, drinking dew in the morning and gazing at dusk in the evening.]
[You began to use your influence to collect Nascent Soul Spiritual Objects...]
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[In the year 8552 of the Nine Rivers Calendar, your lifespan was less than fifty years.]
"Immortal Fate... I must obtain Immortal Fate, become an Immortal Master, achieve eternal life..."
Outside Kunmi Mountain, a young man was arduously climbing the cliff.
In mid-air, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator patrolled by, but seemingly did not see the young man and continued on his way.
"Tread upon the Five Mountains, seek Immortal Fate, attain eternal life..."
"But how can eternal life be so easily attained..."
An old and steady voice came to his ears.
The young man trembled all over, nearly falling off the steep cliff.
Looking up, he saw an elder with gray clothing, silver hair, and a long beard standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down at him.
"Imm... Immortal!"
The young man’s eyes widened; the thing he had been seeking appeared before him, yet it was somewhat hard to accept.
His limbs stiffened, his body swayed, and he unexpectedly fell.
But in the next second, the young man found himself on top of the cliff.
"Young man... young man Li San, I beg the Immortal to bestow a chance..." the young man stammered, his heart pounding, prostrating on the ground, his eyes wide open, sweat even appearing on his forehead.
The silver-haired elder smiled slightly and said, "I can give you an opportunity, but what can you offer me?"
Li San was taken aback; based on the tales he had read, wasn’t the next part of the story supposed to involve receiving Immortal Fate after finding an immortal?
"Young man... young man..." Li San found himself at a loss for words, yet he desired such an opportunity.
Li San hadn’t figured out what to say.
His body rose, and his wrist flew into the elder’s palm.
A cool sensation surged around him.
"Four Spirit Roots? That counts as fate, too."
"Since you pursue the Immortal Dao, this old man will fulfill your dream."
A stream of light from the elder’s hand entered Li San’s mind.
A cultivation method, word by word, appeared in Li San’s mind, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"This is a resource I casually placed, enough for you to cultivate to Qi Refining Perfection. Whether you can cultivate to Foundation Establishment depends on your fortune."
"Disciple pays respects to..."
"This old man is not your master; this old man wants you to do something." Ouyang Yun looked calmly at the young man in front of him.
Ouyang Yun transmitted a piece of information to the young man with his Divine Sense, and the young man’s face turned pale. According to the information, if he couldn’t complete it, death awaited him.
Li San swallowed, nodded.
In the next second, his vision went dark, and when he awoke again, he found himself in the wilderness; ahead lay a small cultivation market...
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"Master Ouyang, are you really planning to do this?"
Ouyang Yun stood at the summit of Kunmi Mountain.
Within Kunmi Mountain lay a rugged stone terrain, where no life could flourish, seeming somewhat lacking in vitality, but due to the Spirit Absorption characteristics, this place was rich in Spiritual Qi, even denser than in the Kunmi Mountain Secret Realm.
After the Kunmi Mountain Secret Realm opened, cultivators could come to Kunmi Mountain, but due to its unique nature, altering the mountain and planting spirit medicines were impossible, leaving Kunmi Mountain unchanged for hundreds of years.
As always, it was the tallest peak in the entire Nine Rivers.
The peak pierced the clouds, as if directly thrusting into the sky.
Ouyang Yun gazed at the boundless sea of clouds, as if he could see the entire land through them.
"What use is left in the time I have to live?"
Ouyang Yun spoke of his life and death without a trace of fear, though a sense of lament lurked deep in his eyes.
Two lifetimes, ultimately coming to a halt here.
Surrounding Ouyang Yun were the only four remaining Fake Nascent Soul Cultivators in Nine Rivers; without exception, all were present.
Behind them stood over twenty top-tier Golden Core cultivators, at least in the late-stage, along with about half of the Preaching Envoys who were Reincarnators.
Beside these Golden Core cultivators were nine of Ouyang Yun’s twelve disciples.
Among his earlier disciples were Xiang Shanzhou
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ouyang Yun.
Ouyang Yun felt his vitality; his lifespan was already less than fifty years.
The expected eight hundred lifespan seemed somewhat distant.
But it was also expected; initiating the Fake Core consumed much vitality.
Now... the timing was just right.
These nine disciples were purposely cultivated by Ouyang Yun as ’vessels’, also prisons, or even successors.
He would eventually die; once dead, no one could suppress the Fake Core within him.
Two hundred years had passed, and from the original thirty disciples, only nine had reached Foundation Establishment Peak.
They could ’inherit’ Ouyang Yun’s Fake Core.
"Rather than wait until my vitality is exhausted, it is better to prepare and begin the transfer." Ouyang Yun said lightly.
"Moreover, it is optimal to utilize this core to the fullest."
In his words, Ouyang Yun seemed utterly unaware that maximizing utility would come at the cost of his life.
"Open the furnace!"
With a wave of his hand, a plethora of Spiritual Objects appeared before him.
The moment these Spiritual Objects emerged, they began absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi.
Ouyang Yun waved his hand again, causing an abundance of Spirit Stones to appear, shattering instantly.
Thousands of Upper-grade Spirit Stones shattered in a flash, elevating the surrounding Spiritual Qi concentration several notches.
"Activate the array!" A Golden Core cultivator called out deeply.
The Preaching Envoys then established a massive array, an ancient secret technique passed down eight thousand years ago by the Demon Pavilion to suppress the Demon Venerable’s Remains.
A colossal array activated, radiant light flickering, the clear ethereal sound of the array starting echoed continuously, as if a brilliant Liul flower was blooming in the sky.
The clouds parted, and the cultivators and mortals below involuntarily looked up at the sky.
A stunning divine light flickered in Ouyang Yun’s eyes.
The Hidden Demon Fire stimulated the Fake Core, swirling with Qi, intertwining with Ouyang Yun’s Essence, Qi, Spirit, and even soul.
Not enough!
The Hidden Demon Fire fully unleashed, causing the Fake Core to stir, gleam even brighter.
In an instant, Ouyang Yun felt the ascension of his Life Level...
However, his body began to gradually deteriorate.
But... it was enough...
This sensation was as if standing on the clouds, the feeling of becoming a deity was addictive.
It was as if one could be omniscient and omnipotent.
The Nascent Soul Pill formula rapidly decomposed in his mind, even optimized.
Low-Grade Nascent Soul Pill?
No! Ouyang Yun aimed to concoct Middle Grade, even Top-Grade Nascent Soul Pill!
