Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

The Four Saints Sect, this behemoth that shocked Lizhou, had its sphere of influence covering the entire vast land of Lizhou. In this area, three major dynasties - the Daqian Dynasty, the Yuesheng Dynasty, and the Dazhou Dynasty are embedded like bright stars. Each of them has a profound historical heritage and endless prosperity.

Within the three major dynasties, the figures of the Jindan Patriarchs stand tall and towering. They are the anchors of the dynasty, and they are the supreme beings worshiped by countless small countries. These small countries surround the three major dynasties like stars over the moon. They pay tribute to the dynasties on time every year and accept their rule. The three major dynasties jointly respect the Four Sacred Sects as their superior sects and are willing to accept the macro-control of the Four Sacred Sects.

Under this strict and orderly governance system, the Four Holy Sects only need to firmly grasp the pulse of the three dynasties to ensure that the entire Lizhou is like a sophisticated machine, operating stably and efficiently, with a steady flow of energy. The land provides all kinds of talents and precious resources to the Four Holy Sects. At the same time, under the protection of the Four Holy Sects, mortals were able to live and work in peace and contentment. The demon cultivators were also afraid of the powerful strength of the Four Holy Sects and did not dare to easily touch the tranquility and peace of Lizhou.

The Paradise Tower is located in the territory of Qi State under the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although it is not far from the core area of ​​the Four Saints Sect, it still takes two and a half days to reach it with the help of the sect's flying boat. During this somewhat boring journey, Jì Hou was restless on the flying boat, as if there was something urgent in her heart.

Finally, after a long wait, the flying boat docked smoothly at the Four Sacred Sect's station in Qi. As soon as the flying boat stopped, Jì Hou couldn't wait to jump off the flying boat, walking so fast that she felt like she was breaking through the wind and dust. His anxious look attracted the attention of those around him.

Seeing this, a young disciple of the Four Saints Sect couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Hey, this senior brother is in such a hurry, could it be that something urgent has happened?"

At this time, an experienced old disciple came over with a meaningful smile on his face, patted him on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "Tsk, tsk, it turns out that over there is the direction of Jile Building. It seems that this Senior brother can no longer contain the anticipation in his heart."

When the disciple who asked the question earlier heard this, his eyes instantly lit up, as if he suddenly understood, and nodded in understanding, a tacit understanding between the men.

After leaving the station, Jì Hou stepped on the fairy sword and walked against the wind. His figure was like a shooting star crossing the sky. In the blink of an eye, he had traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at the city famous for the establishment of the Paradise Tower—— Dengyun City.

However, before that, this magnificent city did not have this name. It was once called Fengyun City, but because the Jile Tower stood in it, with more than thirty-six floors reaching directly into the clouds, it was as picturesque as a poem, so it was renamed Deng. Yuncheng is really a veritable castle in the clouds.

At this moment, Jì Hou was mixed in with the crowds entering the city. Although the four towering city gates were opened at the same time, it still seemed to be stretched thin. The huge flow of people was almost staggering. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "a mountain of people and a sea of ​​people". . In this huge flow of people, most of them are ordinary people, and the number of immortal cultivators is relatively rare. They are looming in the crowd, like bright stars in the galaxy.

Jì Hou poked his head out slightly. Wherever he looked, the queue of people was like a giant dragon winding to the end of the line of sight, with no end in sight. "What a long team..." He couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, and then roughly estimated the time it would take to enter the city based on the speed of the team's advance, "I guess it will take two or three hours."

At this time, the sun was blazing in the sky, the sun was like fire, and the temperature was gradually rising. Many mortals were wearing coarse linen clothes, sweating profusely, and emitting an unpleasant smell of sweat. Those with weaker constitutions were even more unbearable. Their cheeks had been burned red by the hot sun, as if they were cooked food just taken out of the steamer.

However, as a monk, Jì Hou was not bothered by this. He waved his hand gently, and a breeze blew up, sweeping the surrounding smell into the sky and turning it invisible. But he always felt that something was wrong, so he turned back and glanced behind him. The queue was still stretching like a long queue, and there seemed to be more people coming from all directions. The number of people was really amazing.

Jì Hou thought to himself: If this happens every day, it takes two hours to enter the city and the same amount of time to get out of the city, then how much time will be left to do his own things in the whole day? This question became more and more lingering in his mind, and finally, he decided to seek the answer from others around him. There happened to be an old man with white hair and wrinkles standing next to him. He was obviously a local who had lived here for a long time. Jì Hou then turned to the old man, ready to ask the reason.

"My father, let me ask you something. Is there such a large flow of people in Dengyun City every day?"

The old man being questioned had white beard and hair, with traces of time engraved in his wrinkles. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and was chatting in a low voice with his family, looking happy and happy. When Jì Hou asked, the father-in-law didn't notice it immediately. It wasn't until his family members nudged him that he suddenly realized it. He said apologetically: "Oh, Master Immortal, my little old man's ears are not working well. Please forgive me."

When Jì Hou saw this, he just smiled gently, his eyes full of understanding and tolerance, "It doesn't matter." This smile instantly shortened the distance between practitioners and mortals, making the old man's heart warm, and he was glad that he had met a person. An approachable immortal master.

The old man felt relieved and patiently answered Jì Hou's questions. He pointed to the towering and spectacular building in the distance, the Dengyun Tower, and explained: "Actually, there are not so many people entering the city on weekdays. Today is a special day. It is in the Dengyun Tower." It is the day when the immortal masters drop nectar from the sky, so people from all over the world come here to bathe in the blissful nectar that is said to strengthen the body, cure diseases and prolong life."

Hearing this, Jì Hou couldn't help but be stunned. His slightly embarrassed and curious expression was like a newcomer who had just entered the city and was completely unfamiliar with these local customs and festivals. After all, he has been cultivating behind closed doors within the sect for a long time, rarely contacting the outside world. This time he went down the mountain, which was the first time he went deep into the private sector, so he naturally knew very little about it.

The old man saw Jì Hou's embarrassment, smiled, and continued to explain: "This building is called Dengyun Tower in the eyes of us mortals, but it is called the Bliss Tower in the mouths of the immortal masters. Once every ten years, the building in the building is called Dengyun Tower. The Immortal Master will hold a ceremony to ascend to immortality. Although we ordinary people do not know the specific details, we only know that after the ceremony, the Immortal Master will cast a spell to drop nectar. At my age, I can still move two to three hundred kilograms of firewood. Every time Lai attends the Immortal Dharma Ceremony, he is infected with some immortal energy and his body becomes very strong."

Jì Hou listened to the old man's words and nodded secretly in his heart. He quite appreciated the behavior of cultivating the immortal world that benefited the public. Compared to those worlds full of killing and intrigue, such a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere undoubtedly made him yearn for it more.

The two of them spoke to each other, as if a vivid picture of life was slowly unfolding. Through the dialogue with his father-in-law, Jì Hou gradually changed from a mountain monk who was ignorant of the outside world to a "local" who knew many details of Qi State. people". He looked up at the towering Dengyun Tower, filled with curiosity and expectation for the unknown world.