Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1147 597: Aura of Death (Part 2)

Gu Sheng dragged his exhausted frame, struggling until he reached the position beneath the Elder in the Dao robes.

Glancing upward at the figure towering in the firmament, he closed his eyes and drifted into meditation, preparing his mind to grasp the profound Daoist Technique.

After moments of quiet contemplation, Gu Sheng opened his eyes and expelled a stagnant breath, though his expression remained pinched with discomfort.

Escaping Old Monster Luo He’s lethal Body Seizing attempt had been a narrow shave, but the assault on his Sea of Consciousness left behind ruinous damage. His Soul Power was severely battered, rendering any attempt at recovery a tortuous ordeal.

Whenever he delved into the Enlightenment process, waves of agony radiated from his Sea of Consciousness, severely hindering his progress.

“Alas,” Gu Sheng sighed, a look of weary bitterness etched onto his features.

He forced himself to overlook the thrumming pain within his mind, sealed his eyes once more, and delved back into the state of Enlightenment.

Despite his iron-willed resolve, the persistent, needle-like stabs within his Sea of Consciousness made him feel strangely helpless.

Gu Sheng sighed again, feeling a lingering sense of fortune that he had even survived at all.

Should the price for his continued existence be the loss of the Holy Road Master’s legacy, he would accept it with resignation.

To remain alive is to harbor hope. Clenching his teeth against the affliction in his Sea of Consciousness, Gu Sheng persisted in his efforts to comprehend the Daoist Techniques.

Presently, his speed of comprehension was a shadow of its former self. Each time he attempted to pierce the mysteries of the Daoist Techniques, a fresh surge of agony would emanate from his Sea of Consciousness, forcing him to halt.

Fortunately, his innate talent for Enlightenment was exceptional, allowing him to gradually acclimate to the suffering and restore his pace of comprehension to an acceptable level.

News of the turmoil in Death Valley rapidly permeated the fifth region of the Holy Road.

The reports regarding the climax of the confrontation between Wang Feng and the Mysterious Taoist nun left the populace utterly stunned.

Despite Wang Feng’s immense cultivation power, he had met such a grim fate.

Even more shocking to the masses was that Gu Sheng had managed to escape such a desperate predicament.

Speculation rippled through the crowd; many conjectured that Gu Sheng’s survival was solely due to the interference of the Holy Road Master himself.

None dared to imagine that Gu Sheng had resolved the life-and-death crisis by relying on his own hidden repertoire.

Deep within the endless Blood River of Death Valley, the Mysterious Taoist nun trekked slowly toward the Immortal Temple.

Hearing of Wang Feng’s demise brought a measure of peace to her mind. She absorbed the energy flowing within the Blood River, attempting to stabilize her condition before pressing on toward the Immortal Temple.

One solitary thought anchored her: to shield Gu Sheng one final time before her life’s flame flickered out.

Gu Sheng’s survival against impossible odds hinted at a destiny of extraordinary fortune, significantly elevating his prospects of navigating the inheritance trial.

The concluding gate of the inheritance represented a perilous, point-of-no-return journey.

Gu Sheng would either traverse it with grace, secure the Holy Road Master’s inheritance, and ascend to new heights...

Or he would suffer the same fate as his predecessors, becoming a prisoner of this Death Valley for eternity.

Meanwhile, in a decaying temple sequestered within an ancient city, the Qiankun Venerate King finally concluded his seclusion.

He rose to his feet, feeling the terrifying surge of Spiritual Power manifesting within him, and wore a smirk of profound satisfaction.

Li Xiangyang approached in haste, eager to report the upheaval that had gripped Death Valley.

“Truly? Such events transpired?” the Qiankun Venerate King mused to himself, adding, “I must witness the reality of what occurred in Death Valley with my own eyes.” With that declaration, he whipped up a torrent of Demonic Qi and raced toward Death Valley.

Along his path, any monsters that crossed his way were reduced to nothingness, unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of his strength.

His overwhelming power struck fear into Li Xiangyang trailing behind, as he surmised that the Qiankun Venerate King’s cultivation had likely transcended into the Earth Palace Realm.

With a powerhouse of this caliber in motion, extinguishing Gu Sheng’s life would surely be as uncomplicated as flipping one’s palm.

The aura of the Qiankun Venerate King surged toward Death Valley at breakneck speed, trailed by a host of cultivators desperate to witness how the formidable king would dispose of Gu Sheng.

As the Qiankun Venerate King neared the valley’s threshold, a bell, resonant with the toll of passing eons, chimed from the Immortal Mountain. Its tone vibrated through the heavens and the earth.

The Elder in the Dao robes flickered a sleeve, and immediately, the mat beneath Gu Sheng ignited with a purple-golden radiance.

The brilliance intensified, manifesting into a blooming purple-gold lotus that completely enveloped Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng’s consciousness was pulled into an alternate dimension.

Disturbingly, his surroundings underwent a radical transformation. The Immortal Mountain vanished, supplanted by soaring Divine Mountains that erupted from the terrain.

Above in the celestial vault, stars hung suspended, casting a gentle luminescence. Everything here was a construct of an Illusion Realm.

The methods wielded by the Holy Road Master were vast; the Illusion Realm crafted eons ago had achieved a state indistinguishable from reality, making it nearly impossible for even a master of the Holy Land to discern the truth hidden within.

The voice of the Elder in the Dao robes echoed softly through Gu Sheng’s mind: “In this final stage, your consciousness shall be submitted to the cycle of reincarnation. This serves as your definitive assessment, evaluating your willpower, Dao Heart, character, and potential.

Should you fail to earn the Master’s approval, your spirit will sink into an eternal cycle of reincarnation, never finding rest.”

The thick miasma that had clung to the canyon floor began to dissipate gradually.

While this subtle shift initially escaped notice, more perceptive individuals eventually took heed.

As the spectators questioned the phenomena, a fragile figure emerged from the depths of the Blood River.

It was the Mysterious Taoist nun; her complexion was pallid, and her vitality was clearly waning, reflecting the extensive injuries she had sustained.

She traveled toward the Immortal Temple, entering the starburst central chamber to meditate.

A purple-golden lotus blossomed silently beneath her.

As she drew near the flower, she realized it emanated a long-forgotten, ancient aura.

She whispered to herself, “This is the Master’s own essence...”

In the Ancient Era, a time when gods and demons contended, the Dao Techniques flourished, pushing the Cultivation World into a true Golden Age.

That epoch bred countless supreme legends. Among them was a man in flowing blue robes known as the Green Peng Taoist.

He possessed matchless combat prowess, famed for his ability to manifest swords from his very fingers, executing the world-shaking Sky Opening Sword technique.

Each strike carved out power beyond human comprehension, felling countless titans, and even peerless Divine Beasts were ill-equipped to parry him.

As the Sky Opening Sword essence was unleashed, a tremor shook the heavens from within the purple-gold lotus shrouding Gu Sheng.

It was an aura defined by a fearless Dao Heart—one that bowed to neither heaven, earth, nor Immortal beings.

Inside Death Valley, the density of the poisonous miasma plummeted further under the pressure of this invincible aura.

“He has surpassed the Dao Heart trial.” The Mysterious Taoist nun observed the blooming lotus and its immortal light, her expression one of profound awe.

The speed at which Gu Sheng conquered the Dao Heart trial left her shaken.

What astonished her even more was that the essence radiating from Gu Sheng bore a striking, ghostly similarity to the Master’s own presence.

She remembered the sight of a man in Dao robes standing atop a Divine Mountain, his spirit high. His peerless talent allowed him to touch the Half-step Emperor realm in mere centuries.

In those heights, he unraveled the secrets of the cosmos, mastering the mysteries of Yin Yang Life and Death, even gaining insight into the path of immortality.

Witnessing Gu Sheng display such startling potential reignited a flame of excitement in the heart of the Mysterious Taoist nun.

Gu Sheng’s body hummed, bathed in radiant immortal light, while the encroaching miasma recoiled as if burned by his presence.

Observing Gu Sheng cloaked in such light, the Mysterious Taoist nun felt a rush of anticipation. Within a handful of days, Gu Sheng had passed the tests of the Dao Heart and potential consecutively, offering a glimmer of genuine hope.

A man in Dao robes who once commanded the expanse of the Ancient Era stood silent in the reaches of memory.