Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1192 - 620: Supreme Immortal Sect

Gu Sheng quickly inquired, "Master Uncle, what precautions should I take while cultivating here?"

Daoist Xiushan’s face grew solemn as he warned gravely, "You must remember two points. First, you must not venture deep into the Divine Wind Thunder Mountain, only stay in the peripheral areas. The lightning power is relatively weaker in the peripheral areas; with your Sacred Body, you should be able to handle it.

Second, if you encounter a large bolt of lightning, do not attempt to withstand it; you must flee immediately. The larger the lightning, the more terrifying its power. At most, you can endure the diffused thunderlight from a lightning explosion, but you must never confront fully formed Heavenly Thunder head-on."

Gu Sheng nodded solemnly, etching these warnings deeply into his memory.​

Noting Gu Sheng’s earnest demeanor, Daoist Xiushan nodded approvingly. They pressed forward a bit more and reached the base of the Divine Wind Thunder Mountain.

Upon entering the Divine Wind Thunder Mountain’s domain, gloom enveloped the earth, with only streaks of Heavenly Thunder flashing through, wildly cavorting in the shadows and casting faint glows.

Daoist Xiushan instructed Gu Sheng, "Practice your cultivation nearby. If trouble arises, simply shout for me." With that, he vanished silently from sight.​

Gu Sheng scanned his surroundings but found no sign of Daoist Xiushan, a touch of anxiety rising as he tentatively called, "Master Uncle?"

Right then, a voice tinged with resignation floated down from overhead, "No need to call out, I’m close by—just concentrate on cultivating."

A bolt of lightning detonated inside the Divine Wind Thunder Mountain, its thunderous boom reverberating everywhere.

Clad in black, Gu Sheng sat steadfastly on a massive boulder at the mountain’s summit.

Thunderous fury saturated the region; any who approached would be ripped apart by its savage force. But Gu Sheng paid it no heed, sitting cross-legged, hands on knees, five hearts toward the heavens, as he started circulating his body’s mental method.​

With each breath, the scant lightning in the atmosphere appeared pulled by an unseen force, gathering toward him. These minuscule, brilliant lightning flecks clung to his form the instant they touched.

Despite their frail appearance, these sparks packed tremendous might; upon contact, they hissed loudly, charring Gu Sheng’s skin with black and blue burns.​

Clenching his teeth, Gu Sheng sensed the agony surging from his flesh. He was awed by the Heavenly Thunder’s dread potency—even these nascent sparks were nearly intolerable.

Should fully formed Heavenly Thunder strike him directly, he dreaded he’d be obliterated to ashes, a fate too horrific to fathom.​

Yet Gu Sheng pressed on undaunted. In this Cultivation World dominated by the mighty, forging a legend demands pushing boundaries and forging the self through trials.

Bearing the torment, he deliberately directed the sparks through his meridians to temper his physique.

He also drew in the plentiful ambient spiritual energy. As it flowed inside and blended with the sparks—cold against hot, yielding against rigid—they clashed and fused relentlessly within him. Through this miraculous interplay, Gu Sheng felt his body and spiritual power steadily growing robust.​

Gu Sheng’s frame erupted with continuous crackling blasts, booming one after another without pause.

Each burst unleashed a rush of sparks and spiritual energy. Even more lightning streamed in from every side, sucked into his body.

Bathed doubly in sparks and spiritual energy, Gu Sheng’s physique toughened further, the earlier scorch marks from black spots and bruises slowly vanishing, supplanted by a subtle golden sheen.​

Far overhead, Daoist Xiushan hovered with hands clasped behind, quietly observing Gu Sheng’s training below, a flicker of envy in his gaze.​

"This kid’s Sacred Body is utterly perfect," Daoist Xiushan whispered, "Such firm, methodical body fortification guarantees he’ll ascend to lofty heights ahead."​

Within the Cultivation World, a human Sacred Body rivals a Divine Beast, boasting peerless bodily prowess and potential far surpassing mortals. Fortifying it demands energy dozens or hundreds of times greater than for fellow Body Refiners at the same level.

Thus, Sacred Body bearers endure vastly more trials and hurdles on their path.​

Regret shone in Daoist Xiushan’s eyes, "Born in the Ancient Era amid bountiful spiritual energy and plentiful resources, this child’s feats with his Sacred Body would know no limits.

Yet in this barren and grim era, particularly across the Xinghong Spirit Domain, Spiritual Energy thins out more each day, while resources dwindle rapidly."

Daoist Xiushan mulled over another point. "Thank goodness this young one gained the Holy Road Master's inheritance; he just might ascend to true Immortality."

At the same time, inside the Water Spirit Pavilion controlled by the Tianlan Saint Master.

"Holy Mother, nine men are declaring themselves the fiancé of the Tianxuan Divine Girl—what do you think?" inquired the Tianlan Saint Master.

The Tianlan Saint Mother responded, "Saint Master, the majority of them are disciples or direct heirs of the elders, surely backed by those elders themselves."

A look of irritation crossed the Tianlan Saint Master's face. "Hmph, these elders forever pursue their selfish agendas, hatching schemes like this for personal gain. Has the Goddess devised any response?"

The Tianlan Saint Mother paused briefly before speaking,

"The Goddess has made preparations, though she kept the details from me. It's a confidence she swore me to secrecy on, so I trust you'll respect that, Saint Master."

The Tianlan Saint Master reflected momentarily, then dismissed with a wave. "Very well, the Goddess is ever prudent in her moves; she undoubtedly has a strategy. Still, this issue touches the honor of our Tianlan Sacred Land—we can't afford sloppiness."