The Age Of Doom: I Can Deduce Countless Ages Of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1: The Age of the Dharma's End

"Sister, why don't we try to persuade this guy to join the imperial court? The million mortals will soon come up the mountain, and our fate will be uncertain then."

"No, the True Lord is an Innate Daoist. When he entered cultivation, the Purple Clouds from an eight hundred li radius all paid their respects, and thirty million ghosts and gods bowed down. The True Lord will not agree."

"Hmph! Innate Daoist? What use is an Innate Daoist in this era?"

...

Amidst the clamor, the voices broke into Zhang Qingyuan's ears, gradually awakening him from his daze.

He slowly opened his eyes, and two blurry figures came into view. As his consciousness became clearer, the surroundings gradually became clearer as well.

He found himself in a dim corner, and before him, a woman in a blue dress was arguing with another woman in purple.

Just as Zhang Qingyuan was about to speak, memories flooded his mind like flowing water.

The cultivation world of Yuanzhou, the Qingxiao Sect, the Age of the Dharma's End, mortals slaying immortals...

Various chaotic memories combined in Zhang Qingyuan's mind.

After a long time, he realized a fact.

He had transmigrated!!!

He, who was originally just one of the countless beings on Earth, had now transmigrated to another world.

Ten years ago!

This world was still ruled by gods and buddhas. Three feet above the ground, there were divine beings, and in the mortal realm, it was only the palm of the master of the Immortal Court.

But now... the gods and buddhas had disappeared, the Immortal Court had turned into an endless silent galaxy, the spiritual energy in this world had undergone strange changes, and the power of Divine Abilities was gradually diminishing.

The once sacred mountains and blessed lands had become desolate hills and wild ridges, no longer concerned with worldly affairs. The immortal sects in the world had fallen from their pedestals, and the immortal world had plunged into unprecedented chaos...

And in this era, cultivators called it: the Age of the Dharma's End!

In the Age of the Dharma's End, the consumption of spiritual energy corroded the flesh and devoured the divine consciousness. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the backlash.

From then on, all methods in the world were heading towards their end.

In the past few years of the Age of the Dharma's End, Mahayana cultivators with a lifespan of nearly a million years had successively perished like ordinary mortals, turning into dry bones.

The great demons that once roamed the world had become strange and exotic beasts, and the secular dynasties that used to offer sacrifices to the immortal sects had become the most superior in the world.

Mountains were destroyed, temples were demolished, and mortals slaughtered immortals. This absurdity was everywhere in the Age of the Dharma's End.

...

As Zhang Qingyuan organized his memories, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Because his original self was the top disciple of the Qingxiao Sect, one of the major sects in Yuanzhou.

An Innate Daoist with unparalleled Dao bones, when he entered the Dao, the Purple Clouds from an eight hundred li radius all paid their respects, and thirty million ghosts and gods bowed down.

After three years of cultivation, he reached the Nascent Soul stage, and with his Divine Abilities, he roamed the five sects, six schools, and seventy-two major immortal clans of Yuanzhou. Although his physical body was still in the mortal realm, his origin was already recorded in the Immortal Court.

Wherever Zhang Qingyuan went, both the righteous and demonic paths had to give him face and treat him with utmost respect.

He was truly unparalleled for a time.

There were even rumors in the Immortal Court that Zhang Qingyuan would be the next generation Patriarch of the Profound Gate...

Before the Age of the Dharma's End, Zhang Qingyuan's path was bright all the way.

But after the Age of the Dharma's End arrived, that brilliant path collapsed overnight, and his future became bleak.

The secular dynasty mobilized a million soldiers and wolves to attack the immortal sects of Yuanzhou.

Under the change in spiritual energy, the spiritual energy became like a poisonous drug.

Cultivators had to sever their cultivation to protect themselves.

Severing their cultivation, combined with the change in spiritual energy, greatly reduced the power of their Divine Abilities and caused harm to the cultivators. Countless cultivators became souls under the mortal's blade.

Within three years, numerous small sects were occupied by the secular dynasty, and now, even outside the Qingxiao Sect, there was a million-strong army eyeing them.

As one of the five sects and seven schools of Yuanzhou, the Qingxiao Sect could only teeter on the brink of collapse under the attack of the mortal army.

Zhang Qingyuan had recently resorted to self-destruction of his Nascent Soul and Gold Core, and now he could only cling to life by abandoning his Dao Foundation.

The injuries on his body were the result of abandoning his Dao Foundation.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but let out a cough.

The woman in purple immediately walked over to Zhang Qingyuan and helped him up, saying, "True Lord."

As Zhang Qingyuan was being supported by the woman in purple, information about her also emerged in his mind.

Mu Qingxi, the youngest daughter of the Sect Master of Qingxiao, is also one of the disciples currently staying in Qingxiao Sect.

Before the end of the Dharma, Qingxiao Sect was still the leader among the Five Sects and Seven Gates, with tens of thousands of official disciples. Heroes from all over the world bowed their heads, and the number of named disciples was countless.

Even after the end of the Dharma, there were still tens of thousands of cultivators staying in Qingxiao Sect, hoping for the revival of the immortal path's glory.

However, as time passed, the Sect Master and the elders fled, and the First Seat, Zhang Qingyuan, continuously self-destructed his cultivation to save his life. There are not many disciples left in Qingxiao Sect.

"Thank you."

After Zhang Qingyuan was helped up, he subconsciously expressed his gratitude.

Mu Qingxi was suddenly startled, and an unnatural expression appeared on her fair face.

Sitting on the side, the woman in the green dress, Si Huai, who was watching all this coldly, couldn't help but sneer, "I never thought that the renowned Taiwei True Immortal would also have a day of gratitude."

"Sister! How can you be disrespectful to Senior Brother?"

Mu Qingxi frowned and reprimanded.

"Senior Brother? Sister, is he worthy in his current state?"

Si Huai looked at Zhang Qingyuan's disheveled appearance and couldn't help but sneer.

"Sister, my cultivation is only..."

Mu Qingxi was about to say something when Zhang Qingyuan raised his hand and interrupted their conversation.

Zhang Qingyuan coughed lightly and said, "There's no need to argue."

"This... understood."

Mu Qingxi bit her lip and reluctantly said these words.

Seeing this, Si Huai, feeling displeased, turned her head and walked towards a clay pot where soup medicine was being brewed.

At this time, Zhang Qingyuan also began to survey the surroundings.

It was a simple cultivation room, with only his bed and three cushions, as well as a stove made of yellow soil.

Zhang Qingyuan glanced down at himself. He was still wearing the Canglan Kuiyuan Robe bestowed by a senior of the Yuanzhou Tianyi Sect.

This robe could withstand a full-force attack from a Mahayana stage cultivator before the end of the Dharma, and it was impervious to ghosts and evil spirits, as well as fire and water.

But now, it was just a comfortable blue robe.

"What's the situation now?"

Zhang Qingyuan looked outside and asked.

Before he severed his cultivation, it was when the mortal army was preparing to attack the mountain.

"Reporting... Senior Brother, the Great Yu Dynasty's army is still lurking outside, but Senior Brother can rest assured that they won't be able to break through the Mountain Protection Formation within a year or two."

Mu Qingxi said cautiously.

Zhang Qingyuan nodded upon hearing this.

Although the power of divine abilities had greatly diminished since the end of the Dharma, and using them would also result in backlash from spiritual energy, low-level cultivation techniques still had many uses for mortals.

The mortal dynasty was also searching for cultivators to serve the dynasty, but cultivators were always proud and would not easily submit to others.

In the past, it would have been fine. In the era of the end of the Dharma, countless proud cultivators became lost souls in the mortal army.

Once cultivators were discovered by the dynasty, they only had two choices: submit or die.

As Zhang Qingyuan thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

How did he end up in this troublesome era?

But just as he sighed, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

He saw a line of white characters floating on the small book on the bed.

[Herbal Compendium (White)]

"Huh?"

Zhang Qingyuan exclaimed in surprise, and as his thoughts moved.

Those small characters changed again.

[Herbal Compendium (White)]

[World System: Cultivation]

[Planning cultivation system direction...]

[Planning complete]

[Selectable cultivation direction: Biochemical Cultivation Era]

(End of this chapter)