Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

The man clutched his chest tightly and fell down on the cold stone floor in a state of embarrassment. His face was full of pain and despair. The eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they had lost the stars and the sea. He murmured to himself: "Is this the end of my life?" Then there was another helpless smile, "Then why did I travel across time?"

Jì Hou's heart was full of unwillingness, as if he had been ruthlessly mocked by fate, making him unable to accept this cruel fact. With a slight movement of Qi, he immediately noticed that the mana beads in his body had broken and turned into their original form of Qi. Moreover, a large amount of it was lost during the degeneration process, causing his state to suddenly drop from the perfect level of Qi training to the seventh level of Qi training. Although he was still in the late stage of Qi training, his sharp decline in strength made him like an eagle with broken wings, unable to soar in the sky anymore.

The internal injuries and heavy psychological blow caused by the failure to build the foundation made Jì Hou look as pale as paper, and his face instantly looked a bit older. It was a kind of exhaustion and helplessness that had been experienced for many years. He sat there for a long time, letting the bitterness in his heart surge uncontrollably.

Jì Hou fell completely into numbness. As a time traveler, he once happily thought that he could make a career in the world of immortality, not only to become a sage, but also to at least pursue the path to immortality. In this life, his parents are spiritual farmers of the Four Saints Sect. With decades of hard work, he was able to directly enter the Four Saints Sect to practice without passing the test, eliminating the hardship of competing with other mortals for entry spots. However, even if one has the qualifications of a middle-grade spiritual root and is lucky enough to join a famous sect, the road to enlightenment is still full of thorns and arduous steps.

"Oh, it's a pity after all." Jì Hou sighed softly. He had been practicing hard for decades, but in the end he still failed to cross the threshold.

"Well, in that case, let it go." Jì Hou comforted himself. Although he was still a little unwilling, he decided to let go of his obsession and prepare to go down the mountain to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to spend his remaining years, and at the same time reproduce his children. To comfort the spirits of my parents who passed away young.

Just as Jì Hou stood up with difficulty, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like a clear spring cutting through the silence: "'Ding, the game "Xianyuan" is being downloaded."

Jì Hou was so horrified that he suddenly raised his head and looked around cautiously, only to see that the cave was empty and not a single person could be seen. "Is this... divine consciousness transmission?" He thought to himself, "Could it be that some foundation-building monks sneaked into my cave quietly?" After all, his cave did not have a high-level protective formation, and the only thing that could be called The second-level spirit gathering formation has no defense capability. It would not be surprising if there are indeed foundation-building monks spying on it.

However, Jì Hou couldn't help but wonder: "Which foundation-building monk would be so bored as to peek into the life of a Qi practitioner who is about to enter his sixtieth year? I am neither a peerless beauty, nor do I have any secrets worthy of their covetousness. What is the point of doing this? For what purpose?"

But no matter what, Jì Hou knew very well that within the Four Saints Sect, the courtesy given to the foundation-building monks could not be ignored. Although he was filled with doubts, he quickly adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, smoothed the hem of his large Taoist robe, and bowed his hands toward the empty space around him with a calm and solemn expression. His words were full of respect: "Jì Hou, I don’t know which senior deacon is here, so please show up to see us and discuss it together.”

There are clear regulations in the Four Saints Sect that once a monk successfully breaks through to the foundation building stage, he will automatically obtain the status of a sect deacon. Therefore, no matter which master appears at this moment, it is always most appropriate to call him "deacon". However, the only response he received was the reverberation of his own voice echoing in the empty hall.

After a while, the surroundings were still silent, as if everything just now was just an illusion. An awkward and stiff smile flashed across Jì Hou's face. He knew the rules of the world of immortality - even if someone comes uninvited and is far more powerful than himself, he must remain humble and respectful and take the initiative to ask the other person's needs.

"Senior, what kind of mission do you need from this junior?" Jì Hou spoke again, his words full of respect for the strong and his own calmness.

However, he was still answered by an unsettling silence. Jì Hou frowned slightly, feeling like he was being teased. But then he thought about it, maybe he was so focused when he first hit the foundation building realm that he had auditory hallucinations?

"Senior Deacon?" Jì Hou raised his voice, trying to break the strange silence.

At this moment, the strange voice sounded again, reaching Jì Hou's ears very clearly: "Ding, the game: "Xianyuan" has been downloaded. I wish you a happy game." 』

Jì Hou's expression suddenly became weird. He was now sure that this was not a trick on him by any of the foundation-building monks in the sect. Because what this voice mentioned was a little butter game he had personally made in his previous life, a secret that he had never revealed to anyone.

After time travel and rebirth, even a monk in the Qi Refining Stage has far better perception and memory than ordinary people. Therefore, Jì Hou can easily recall most of the details even from decades ago, and those scenes are as vivid in his mind as if they were reappeared yesterday.

"Could it be..."

"This is actually my golden finger?!" Jì Hou was astonished, but also a little expectant. He realized that this game, which carried the memories of his previous life, might be a unique help for him on the path of spiritual practice in this life.

Jì Hou's mood fluctuated violently with this sudden change, and his slightly aged eyes shone with a strange light. Before this, although he was not well-read, he had dabbled in several novels about cultivating immortals. He was surprised and excited about the opportunity, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. I originally thought that my life would end in mediocrity and confusion, but unexpectedly, these ordinary days took an unexpected turn.

"This little butter...how should I use it?" Jì Hou clenched his fists and whispered to himself, his eyes showing a mixture of doubts and expectations, "Besides, a game can really help me in the real world. Are you going to embark on the path of cultivating immortality?"

Rubbing his chin, Jì Hou began to carefully consider this special version of butter called "Xianyuan". Its original design intention is to tailor-make for those lovers who are obsessed with the culture of cultivating immortals. The game incorporates rich elements of cultivating immortals. Its core gameplay is even more unique. The protagonist improves his cultivation through dual cultivation, and gradually conquers and conquers a series of powerful fairy characters - either the arrogant and cute little junior sister, the gentle and virtuous senior sister, or the cold and noble master. As well as the domineering and cold dynasty princess, the considerate holy land saint, etc., each character is extremely charming and will surely attract countless players to indulge in it.

"System, open the panel." Jì Hou cleared his throat and tried to wake up the game according to the method in the novel.

However, what awaited him was deathly silence with no response. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Hey, you didn't respond?"

Unwilling to give up, Jì Hou tried to call again: "Xianyuan, add more!"

"Xianyuan, start!"

He even shouted with a hint of joking: "Xianyuan, I'll test your horse!"

But no matter how he tried, the game called "Xianyuan" seemed to have disappeared, and there was never any response. After struggling for a long time, Jì Hou finally stopped helplessly, with slight beads of sweat on his forehead, looking a little exhausted.

"Well, since you can't force it, let it be." Jì Hou sighed, but his eyes still shone with tenacity, "At least, it brought a trace of waves to my life. Perhaps, this is what fate has given me. My glimmer of hope. I only hope that this 'immortal fate' can lead me to resume my immortal path and allow me to experience the wonderful world of cultivating immortals in reality."