Ascension of The Unholy Immortal

After carefully organizing his thoughts, Liang made the decision to leave the sutras hall, Soon he arrived at the first floor.

As he glanced around, his eyes fell upon the scholar once more, he let out a sigh before approaching him.

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"Brother Fan," he called out.

Hearing his voice, the scholar closed the book in his hand and turned his attention towards Liang Yifei. "Have you finished so quickly?" A surprise flashed through the scholar’s eyes.

"Yes, And I am here to ask you a question," Liang replied.

"What is it?" the scholar inquired.

Liang hesitated for a moment before asking, "What is on the floors beyond the third floor?"

The scholar nodded knowingly. "Those floors contain cultivation techniques and manuals that are meant for those who have reached the Void Transformation Realm."

Liang couldn’t help but feel inwardly surprised. "All of them?" he questioned.

The scholar nodded once again. "No, the fourth floor is dedicated to Void Transformation Realm techniques, the fifth floor has Qi Transformation techniques, and so on."

"Qi Transformation?" Liang repeated, seeking further clarification.

"Yes," the scholar confirmed. "Once you reach the Void Transformation Realm, you will need to change your cultivation system due to deficiencies in the Dao Path.Of course you wouldn’t need that if you managed to cross that place. However, I wouldn’t advise you to try unless you are certain you can handle it."

Liang shook his head, indicating he had no further inquiries, and turned to leave.

Before long, he found himself once again standing in front of the four gates . This time, he wasted no time and headed straight for the third door without a trace of hesitation in his steps.

As he pushed open the door, he was immediately greeted by the sight of a grand hall bathed in an ethereal glow. At its center stood a large throne, adorned with intricate carvings and embellishments, emanating an aura of power and authority.

However, what truly caught his attention was the figure seated upon the throne. To his surprise and bewilderment, it was not a regal ruler or a wise elder as he had expected, but a young child no older than ten years old. The child’s appearance was otherworldly, with snow-white hair that cascaded down to their shoulders, framing a face that seemed untouched by the passage of time. The most striking feature was his eyes - a pair of golden irises that glinted with intelligence far beyond his tender years.

Initially assuming the child was sleeping, Liang watched in fascination as the child stirred awake, slowly opening their eyes to regard him. Through a voice tinged with drowsiness, the child spoke, his words carrying a peculiar mix of laziness and curiosity. "A new member?" The child’s tone held a hint of astonishment.

With a mix of amusement and uncertainty, Liang nodded in response.

Seemingly uninterested in formality, the child lazily waved their hand, causing a door made of shimmering light to materialize beside them.

Liang’s gaze shifted to the newly formed door, scanning it with his void sense, finding nothing wrong he stepped forward.

However, just as he was about to cross the threshold, the child’s voice, now tinged with a subtle warning, reached his ears.

"Oh, and one more thing," the child spoke. "Do not attempt to break through while inside the comprehension hall, or you will be kicked out. This place is strictly for comprehension and enlightenment purposes."

Liang didn’t give much thought to the warning and entered the door, ready to explore what awaited him inside.

Inside the door, Liang’s eyes fleshed with amusement as he found himself standing in a vast forest.

Towering ancient trees stretched towards the heavens, their canopies casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

As he ventured further, the air grew thick with spiritual energy, tingling on his skin. His footsteps were softened by a carpet of moss, and the symphony of chattering birds and rustling leaves filled the air.

Suddenly, Liang’s gaze fell upon a majestic spirit platform standing at the clearing ahead. It was a circular stone platform, adorned with intricate carvings depicting ethereal creatures and swirling patterns. The subtle hum of energy resonated from the platform, creating a serene background melody.

After scanning the area with his void sense and finding nothing, Liang approached the spirit platform. He could sense a subtle hum of energy as if the very essence of the world converged on this platform. The air crackled with bursts of lightning, emitting a sizzling sound.

Without hesitation, he stepped onto the platform, and as soon as he did, a rush of energy surged through his body. The carvings on the platform seemed to shimmer, and the air around him crackled with lightning flashes. Each time Liang’s hand moved to set up formations, a soft whispering sound accompanied the emergence of the runes. The formations transformed into an intricate series of clicks and shifting sounds.

Satisfied with his arrangements, Liang took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the spirit platform around him. The air filled with a calm and steady breathing sound as he found a comfortable spot in the center and sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

As he settled into his meditation posture, he cleared his mind and focused solely on his cultivation. The subtle hum of energy resonated from the spirit platform, accompanied by a gentle whooshing sound as he began to circulate his qi. He could sense his qi moving through his body in a steady rhythm, visualizing it as a glowing golden light that illuminated him from within. With each cycle of circulation, the harmony of the world seeped into his being, inch by inch strengthening his cultivation base.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Through his closed eyelids, Liang saw flashes of vibrant colors and swirling patterns, a symphony of light dancing in his inner vision. The vibrant colors were accompanied by a harmonious symphony of musical tones.

Amidst this mesmerizing display, shadows gracefully danced around Liang, their movements synchronized with the ebb and flow of his energy. The shadows emitted a faint ethereal melody, blending with the enchanting soundscape of the spirit platform. Intricate runes intermittently etched themselves upon his body, emanating a captivating luminosity before gradually melding back into his skin.

And then, the majestic silhouettes of dragons emerged, soaring through the vast forest. The sound of their mighty roars reverberated through the clearing, adding a powerful presence to the symphony of cultivation. Their piercing gazes locked with Liang’s for a fleeting moment, before melding back into the depths of his consciousness.

Amidst this symphony of dancing shadows, shimmering runes, and fleeting dragons, Liang persisted in his unwavering dedication to refine and enhance his techniques.