nyslfriends Chapter 70 Pure Yang True Man
Chapter 70 Pure Yang True Man
Ten thousand years ago, there was a cultivator in the Chaotic Star Sea named Pure Yang True Man.
He was the last direct descendant of the Taiqing lineage of Taoism in the human world. His personality was as pure as a child's and as fierce as the sun. He acted with integrity and hated evil as if it were his enemy.
He cultivated the supreme Yang Fire Divine Power of Taoism, and was especially skilled in the art of controlling fire. His body was filled with an overwhelming amount of Yang energy, which would cause ordinary Yin and evil cultivators to collapse upon contact.
He possessed unparalleled talent, and in just 683 years, he broke through the Nascent Soul barrier and successfully advanced to the early stage of the Divine Transformation realm—a speed that was a miracle rarely seen in a thousand years in the human world where spiritual energy was gradually declining.
At that time, his supernatural powers were so strong that he was renowned throughout the human realm.
However, when he consolidated his early Nascent Soul cultivation and wanted to advance further, he truly saw the dead end of cultivators in the human realm.
The ancient demon invasion tens of thousands of years ago not only polluted the spiritual energy of the human world with its true demonic energy, but also forced ancient cultivators to exhaust the essence of heaven and earth to suppress the demonic threat.
Over the next tens of thousands of years, spiritual energy gradually diminished like the receding tide, causing an imbalance in the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and the spatial passage between the human realm and the spirit realm shrank and was severed.
By his generation, it had been thousands of years since any cultivator in the human realm had ascended to the spirit realm normally based on their own cultivation.
Human cultivators, let alone ascending on their own after reaching the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, must pay a heavy price—the reduction of their lifespan—even if they advance further from the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
At that time, the highest cultivation level in the entire human realm was a cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm—the rogue cultivator Wen Xin.
As for this Mr. Wenxin, due to the scarcity of spiritual energy in the human realm, he was unable to draw enough vital energy from heaven and earth to replenish his depletion. His true essence was irreversibly dissipating, and his lifespan was constantly shrinking.
Pure Yang Zhenren's spirit was as bright as the sun. How could he be willing to be trapped and die in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, watching helplessly as he turned into a handful of dust?
So, for the next three hundred years, he put aside all sect affairs and began to travel all over the human realm in order to break through his bottleneck.
He had traveled to the Wanling Mountains in the south, explored the Northern Ice Plains in the far north, and infiltrated the ancient cultivator ruins of the Chaotic Star Sea. He had also perused the internal collections and ancient texts of various sects. Yet, no matter how hard he cultivated, the threshold of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm remained an insurmountable barrier in his path.
Until he finally met Mr. Wenxin, who was on his deathbed.
At this time, Mr. Wenxin was nearing the end of his life, his life force exhausted.
He spent half his life poring over ancient texts and found the only clue to ascending to the spirit world in records from tens of thousands of years ago. Before his death, he told Chunyang the whole story of the Reverse Spirit Passage.
This matter has troubled Master Chunyang for over a thousand years.
He abandoned all unrealistic fantasies about cultivation and devoted all his energy to finding the Reverse Spirit Passage.
He traveled to every corner of the human world, leaving no stone unturned, not even to the most remote desert islands or the most dangerous wastelands.
A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. The once spirited young cultivator has become a white-haired old man. He took all sorts of longevity pills, forcibly extending his lifespan from two thousand years to two thousand seven hundred years, but even as his lifespan was nearing its end, he still couldn't find even the slightest trace of the Reverse Spirit Passage.
In reality, there is no such thing as a reverse spirit passage in the human realm.
That was originally a temporary passage opened by the spirit realm to support the lower realm. It closed itself after the spirit realm cultivators descended. Only by lighting the incense to transmit the spirit realm again can the spirit realm be reopened.
Tens of thousands of years ago, after the ancient demon was suppressed, cultivators from the spirit realm had already returned to the spirit realm in this way. Since then, no one has been able to persuade the spirit realm to spend a huge amount of spirit stones to reopen the passage.
What Mr. Wenxin found were just fragments of ancient texts.
His search was doomed to failure from the very beginning.
When the last wisp of his lifespan was about to burn out, Master Chunyang finally gave up.
He left the information left by Mr. Wenxin, along with all the records he had searched for over a thousand years, to the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators who remained in the human realm at that time.
Then, he returned alone and quietly to his birthplace—the Chaotic Star Sea.
He returned to the nameless island where he had cultivated in his youth.
However, just as he was preparing to retreat into seclusion and quietly await death, he suddenly remembered Mr. Wenxin's unwilling eyes before his death.
The thought that from now on, human cultivators might be trapped and die forever on this land devoid of spiritual energy, never able to glimpse the sights of the spirit world, filled him with an indescribable pain.
The Taoist tradition emphasizes the passing down of knowledge and skills. The physical body will decay and lifespan will end, but the Taoist lineage can endure forever.
Since I cannot ascend, let my Dao take a look at the spirit world for me.
He made a decision.
He found a hidden underground fire vein and separated the most primal strand of his own natal fire seed, embedding it into the core of the earth fire. Then, he set up the "Nine Yang Spirit Nourishing Array," using the array to guide the power of the earth fire, nourishing this strand of fire seed day and night.
This is precisely the most mysterious supernatural power of the "Xihe Yu Ri Jue"—the transformation of spiritual fire into a lotus.
Given enough time and the nourishment of the earth's fire power, this wisp of natal fire will slowly condense and eventually transform into a Yang Lotus containing a trace of his own true fire.
He moved his entire cultivation cave directly above the fire vein and set up a restriction around the cave.
He didn't want anyone to discover this place too soon, because the growth of the Fire Lotus couldn't tolerate the slightest disturbance.
Having no descendants, he returned most of his treasures, elixirs, and cultivation techniques to the long-declining sect.
In the end, he left behind only a golden page containing the complete text of the "Yin Yang Creation True Scripture" and a storage bag containing a small amount of resources.
He sat cross-legged before the slowly burning flame, watching it greedily absorb the power of the earth fire within its own formation, gradually becoming brighter and warmer.
In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to more than two thousand years ago.
At that time, he was still an ignorant boy. His master handed him the jade slip of the "Xihe Riding the Sun Technique," patted his head, and said, "We Daoist disciples cultivate our hearts and refine our fire. The heart must be righteous, and the fire must be pure. With a righteous heart, no evil can invade; with pure fire, all things can be burned."
He recalled the excitement of learning the fireball technique for the first time, the tension of his first adventure, and the exhilaration of killing the evil cultivator for the first time.
In the end, all the images were fixed on Mr. Wenxin's withered face and his eyes filled with resentment and expectation.
The fire burned quietly before him, illuminating his aged face.
He smiled slightly, his eyes devoid of resentment or regret, only a sense of serene relief remained.
"Master, Fellow Daoist Wenxin, I'm leaving now."
"I will never see what the spirit world looks like."
"But this spark will live on for us. Ten thousand years from now, perhaps a destined person will come here and inherit our path."
"Perhaps he will carry our hopes and leave this land that has imprisoned us for countless years to take a look at the spirit world."
"The Taoist lineage is a single, unbroken flame, passed down from generation to generation."
After saying this, Master Chunyang slowly closed his eyes.
From then on, the Chaotic Star Sea lost a renowned Pure Yang True Man, but gained a Yang Lotus Seed quietly nurtured in the underground fire vein.
Thousands of years later, a fire dragon accidentally arrived here through an underground fire vein.
And it just so happened that it activated the fire lotus that had just developed sentience.