Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1773: The Sea of Consciousness Is About to Explode! Emergency Soul Refining_2

After finishing all of this, Gu Ling’er’s figure was so illusory it was almost transparent. She smiled weakly at Gu Sheng, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

“Brother… Ling’er is so tired, I want to sleep for a while…”

Before her words had fallen, she transformed into a faint chaotic brilliance.

“Whoosh,” she merged into Gu Sheng’s body, sinking directly into his Qi Sea Dantian. Within the ancient, mysterious Mother Qi Cauldron that had been quietly suspended, she fell into a deep sleep, her aura becoming barely detectable.

Gu Sheng sensed that Gu Ling’er was only in a deep sleep due to excessive depletion, nothing serious, which eased his mind. Simultaneously, he clearly perceived that, with the assistance of Gu Ling’er’s two peculiar flames, the refining and strengthening process of Tantai Xuefei’s Sea of Consciousness had suddenly accelerated by several times, becoming more flawless and thorough!

He gathered his concentration, fully maintaining the steady output of Spirit Fire.

…

At the same time Gu Sheng was helping Tantai Xuefei in Fallen Moon City to break through to the Venerable Realm.

Far away in the core of East Desolation, Great Wilderness City.

In front of the mountain gate of a group of palaces shrouded in mist, majestic and seemingly connecting with the heavens, several figures slowly halted.

The person leading them was Gu Sheng’s father, Gu Lie.

He wore brocade robes; his face bore the calm of one who has weathered many seasons, yet his cultivation aura was only at the Yellow Martial Realm.

Following him were four guards dressed in uniform azure outfits, their auras steady and their eyes sharp.

Above the mountain gate, a huge plaque hung, with three ancient words written in dragon-like and phoenix-like strokes: Wanling Palace.

An elder in Wanling Palace attire, whose aura was profound and who was evidently the Mountain Guardian Elder, came forward. His gaze swept over Gu Lie and the others, his brows slightly furrowed, and his tone was polite yet tinged with undeniable aloofness.

“Please return. Our Wanling Palace has closed its gates for three years, does not meet outsiders during this time, and regrets that we cannot receive guests.”

Gu Lie stepped forward, cupping his hands in respect.

“Greetings, Elder. I am Gu Lie, a former acquaintance of your palace’s Elder Xuan Ce. I am here today, first to return some old items entrusted to me, and second, to catch up with my old friend Xuan Ce.”

“Gu Lie?”

The Mountain Guardian Elder Ling Yu, upon hearing this, had a moment of contemplation in his eyes, then suddenly realized.

“You are… from the Gu family in Wuyun City? Junior Xuan Ce often mentioned you back then, saying you gained much alongside him during expeditions to the Endless Mountains.”

He had recognized Gu Lie, his attitude had eased a little, yet he remained troubled.

“However… the order to close the mountain was personally given by the Sect Master, and even I cannot make exceptions, Brother Gu. Please return, and wait until our Wanling Palace opens again so you can drink and rejoice with Junior Xuan Ce another day.”

Gu Lie’s expression remained unchanged, calmly saying.

“Elder Ling Yu, I came here this time at my son Gu Sheng’s request. He asked me to return some items belonging to Wanling Palace and to send regards to his old friend Xuan Ce.”

He deliberately mentioned Gu Sheng’s name.

Indeed, upon hearing the name “Gu Sheng,” Elder Ling Yu’s face moved slightly.

Nowadays, Gu Sheng’s fame among the upper echelons of East Desolation was almost legendary, with close connections to Linyin Pavilion, being incredibly powerful, and even having bested Xiao Beixuan himself.

He pondered for a moment, about to speak.

Suddenly, the tightly closed heavy mountain gate of Wanling Palace made a creaking sound, and it began to slowly open a crack by itself.

A slightly hunched figure, an old woman holding a cane, emerged from behind the gate.

The old woman first glanced at Gu Lie, a flash of brilliance in her murky old eyes, then she made a soft clicking sound with her bones. Her hunched frame slowly straightened, and her sagging skin tightened.

In an instant, she transformed from a feeble old woman into a charming still, sharp-eyed middle-aged woman!

This transformed middle-aged woman’s gaze fell on Gu Lie, with a hint of surprise and scrutiny.

“Are you Gu Lie? The old friend often mentioned by Senior Brother Xuan Ce?”

Her gaze particularly lingered a moment on Gu Lie’s mere Yellow Martial Realm cultivation, somewhat unexpected.

Facing this woman, whose aura was unfathomably deep, Gu Lie greeted her neither haughtily nor humbly.

“Indeed, I am he. You must be Elder Ling Luan, whom I’ve often heard Xuan Ce mentioned?”

The middle-aged woman, Ling Luan, slightly nodded, acknowledging her identity.

Gu Lie did not continue with pleasantries, directly taking out a storage ring and handing it over.

“Elder Ling Luan, this was sent by Qingyun. Inside are three corpse puppets with half-step Heavenly Martial Realm strength, along with the specific magic technique to control them. Qingyun says these people… were disciples of Wanling Palace in life, and in death, they should return to Wanling Palace. Now that they return to their rightful owners, may they fulfill their lifelong dedication to safeguarding the sect.”

Elder Ling Luan received the storage ring, lightly probing it with spiritual power, and her expression became complex, with nostalgia, sadness, and ultimately a long sigh.

She solemnly stored the storage ring away, speaking to Gu Lie.

“Mr. Gu is thoughtful, Young Master Gu is noble. We in Wanling Palace accept this gesture. These children’s remains will be properly buried, and their sincere devotion will not be forgotten.”

Gu Lie nodded, then asked.

“Is my old friend Xuan Ce currently in the mountain?”

Elder Ling Luan revealed a trace of a smile.

“He is. If Senior Brother Xuan Ce knows you are here, he will certainly be very happy. Mr. Gu, please follow me into the mountain.”

She stepped aside, letting the path clear.

Gu Lie thanked her and walked into the mountain gate.

The four azure-clad guards behind him followed silently.

At this time, Elder Ling Luan’s gaze once again fell upon the four guards, her brows slightly furrowed, her tone carrying a trace of inquiry.

“Mr. Gu, who are these four?”

Gu Lie halted, calmly answering.

“To be honest, Elder, I’ve recently been appointed as the manager of Linyin Pavilion’s Underground City branch. These four were arranged by Tantai Pavilion Master to escort and ensure my safety.”

“Oh? Linyin Pavilion’s guards?”

Elder Ling Luan’s eyes sparkled with interest, her powerful spiritual power silently probing towards the four guards to assess their specific cultivation.

Yet, her spiritual power was like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to penetrate the invisible barrier around the four guards.

Just then, the first among the four guards, a man with ordinary features but eyes as deep as abysses, raised his head slowly, looking calmly at Elder Ling Luan, his voice low, yet with undeniable authority.

“Elder Ling Luan need not bother with probing. We four are Human King Realm. By Pavilion Master’s order, we ensure Manager Gu’s safety.”

Inside the Quiet Room, time seemed to lose its meaning.

Gu Sheng continually drove the pale golden Spirit Fire, conducting meticulous and prolonged refining and forging within Tantai Xuefei’s Sea of Consciousness.

This process was extremely mental and energy-consuming; even with his Emperor Realm soul’s foundation, through such precise manipulation, nearly half the power within his Sea of Consciousness was visually depleted, his forehead beaded with fine sweat, his complexion slightly pale.

His spiritual power was like the most precise carving knife, perceiving every change within Tantai Xuefei’s Sea of Consciousness.

The originally fragile and unstable Sea of Consciousness barrier, under the combined effect of the three-colored flames, was continuously scorched, purified, expanded, and then reconstructed by even purer spiritual Sources, becoming more resilient and vast.

After an indeterminate period, Gu Sheng keenly perceived that Tantai Xuefei’s Sea of Consciousness had stabilized at a whole new height—a six-tier peak Spirit Spell Master’s level!

This level of spiritual power cultivation was already quite commendable for a Martial Artist newly entering the First Transformation of the Venerable Realm, sufficient to support the execution of various Venerable level Secret Martial Techniques, and even preliminarily delve into some rudimentary Alchemy and Artifact Refining paths.

‘It’s about right. Six-tier peak, able to sustain her currently awakened spiritual power, forcibly enhancing further might lead to unintended consequences and hidden dangers.’

Gu Sheng’s mind stirred, and the pale golden Spirit Fire burning within Tantai Xuefei’s Sea of Consciousness ceased instantly, dissipating into the invisible.

Meanwhile, he sent a transmission directly into the depths of the self-secluded consciousness of Tantai Xuefei.

“The Sea of Consciousness is stable, you can start the final integration of soul and body.”