Unparalleled Understanding Achieved Immortality At The Age Of Eight Shocking My Master Chapter 239

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The Eternal Evergreen Art was tailored to his own constitution and wouldn’t be passed on to others. Creating methods suitable for others required effort.

He had recently been observing this matter. Cultivation had its threshold: each person’s sensitivity to spirit energy varied. The more sensitive, the easier it should be to embark on the Immortal Dao.

He planned to start with Huang Rong, Ji Xiaofu, and Huang Shang—the three individuals with spiritual constitutions.

Moving from simple to complex…

Then he would transform Wudang into an immortal sect, where everyone cultivates immortality, and only then spread the Dao to the world.

Spreading immortal methods would undoubtedly transform the Nine Provinces.

Ning Changge wanted to see blossoming diversity, not chaos.

Those who cultivate his immortality must abide by his rules!

Therefore, he needed sufficient power in advance.

Additionally…

How martial artists with profound martial skills, such as those at the Heaven-Man Realm and Land Immortal Realm, could transition to immortal cultivation was another challenge Ning Changge needed to address.

But he wasn’t in a rush.

With his unparalleled comprehension, he would solve these problems one by one.

He accepted the spiritual tea offered by Huang Rong, smiled slightly, and continued reading. Huang Rong’s eyes were filled with deep admiration. After a year together, she had questioned her heart countless times whether her feelings stemmed from Ning Changge’s strength or something else.

Finally, she had her answer.

She had reaffirmed her Dao, desiring to accompany Ning Changge on his path to immortality.

Twelve-year-old Huang Rong had blossomed into an even more captivating beauty. The pill energy she absorbed made her appear like a fairy who had descended to the mortal realm, untouched by worldly affairs.

Half a year ago, when Feng Heng came to visit, she stood in a daze, nearly failing to recognize her daughter.

Huang Rong smiled faintly, also immersed in a scroll on alchemy.

Besides Ning Changge, she enjoyed nothing more than poring over an alchemy scroll, occasionally playing with Gold Spirit and the Divine Condor.

Within the serene ambiance of the Scripture Pavilion, Ning Changge was aware of all the changes in the martial world, but his calm nature ensured he remained undisturbed unless his cultivation was directly affected. His absolute strength gave him the confidence to be so.

Meanwhile, the three Land Immortals in the back mountain exchanged glances.

When the Bodhi Pills were created earlier, they knew Ning Changge had achieved another breakthrough.

But the subsequent disturbances and phenomena were what truly astonished them. The unfathomably deep aura, though fleeting, sent a shiver down their spines, especially the faint emergence of the Five-Colored Divine Light.

It chilled them to the bone, their very souls trembling.

Huang Shang couldn’t help but utter:

“The Little Immortal’s breakthrough this time is extraordinary.”

Xiaoyaozi nodded in agreement:

“That aura was terrifying, especially that Five-Colored Divine Light…”

Both turned to Zhang Sanfeng, who spread his hands in a helpless gesture:

“Don’t look at me. You know I never interfere with Changge’s affairs. He’s far more capable than I, his master. However, I believe… he’s nearing the Golden Core Realm…”

His words fell…

Shock registered in all three pairs of eyes.

Golden Core Realm! A year ago, during his lecture, Ning Changge had mentioned it: a lifespan of four thousand years!

Longing filled Huang Shang and Xiaoyaozi’s eyes, and any lingering concerns about the turmoil caused by the dynasties in the Nine Provinces slowly dissipated. With Ning Changge’s strength having advanced again, even if a massive army besieged Wudang, the mountain’s numerous defenses might hold them back.

Only a few Land Immortals in Wudang knew of Ning Changge’s breakthrough.

Afterward, Wudang returned to its tranquility, though challengers and those seeking to exchange insights continued to visit occasionally. Wudang’s prestige was gradually transforming into a solid foundation. The reverence earned a year ago during the Dao-Buddhist battle was solidifying into deeply rooted recognition of its strength.

This required time.

Over time, Wudang would become an unrivaled, hegemonic sanctuary in the Nine Provinces.

With Ning Changge having reached late-stage Foundation Establishment, he began refining his mana, which made him realize that the concentration of spirit energy above Wudang no longer aided him as significantly as before.

“Perhaps it’s time to consider transforming Wudang into a blessed land,” Ning Changge mused.

He had previously established the Seven Stars Spirit Gathering Formation at Wudang, but the alignment of the seven peaks wasn’t perfect. At the time, Ning Changge had contemplated that if he could one day move seven majestic mountains with profound foundations to surround Wudang, it would truly become a blessed land!

Worthy of the name Wudang Immortal Sect.

Now, with his mana growing stronger, the thought inevitably resurfaced.

“I can begin searching for locations with abundant spiritual veins and mountain ranges first. Identify potential targets,” he decided, dispatching talismans to Wudang disciples going down the mountain for training, instructing them to keep an eye out during their travels.

This was a minor diversion.

Ning Changge’s primary focus remained on comprehending the Daos of Yin and Yang and Life and Death, as well as tackling the challenges of disseminating immortal cultivation. Closely observing the operational patterns of Huang Rong and Ji Xiaofu’s spiritual constitutions yielded significant insights.

Wudang Mountain remained tranquil…

But the Nine Provinces were still in turmoil. The remnants of the Sui Dynasty continued to struggle. On the last remaining tenth of Sui territory, numerous forces converged.

Various dynasties, martial sects, and reclusive wanderers emerged one after another…

All vying to seize a piece of the last remaining cake.

Battles erupted daily…