Chapter 1783 - 146: Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers, Half-step Immortal!

Li River Palace.

The moonlight was hazy, occasionally obscured by clouds.

At this moment, Jiang Ning’s tired eyes shone brightly.

He knew that he might have embarked on another path, or perhaps a different direction.

With the miraculous panel and his relentless efforts, he ascended to another level and witnessed another landscape. He set foot in the legendary place and uncovered the true mysteries of the world.

This step did not bring him substantial changes or improvements in strength, but it elevated his level.

This step would be of great help to his future.

"Unfortunately, despite another breakthrough in the Lingtai Dongzhao Zhenwo technique, and a significant increase in spiritual power, I still haven’t reached the level of spiritual freedom that the Martial Saint spoke of!" A trace of regret flashed through Jiang Ning’s eyes.

"The Lingtai Dongzhao Zhenwo technique has completed its seventh breakthrough, yet I haven’t breached that barrier or seen the new vistas of heaven and earth. It seems more accumulation is needed," he mused silently, his gaze falling on the Source Energy Points column.

[Source Points]: 99.2

"The source points are now below one hundred, and the next breakthrough in the Lingtai Dongzhao Zhenwo technique requires a full two hundred points! Still quite a way to go."

As he pondered, he could feel the fatigue within him surging like waves, making his thoughts increasingly sluggish.

"Forget it!" He rubbed his brow with his hand: "I’ll think about these things tomorrow! Tonight, I’ll rest well. Tomorrow I’ll visit that Martial Saint and see what infinite physical strength and spiritual freedom truly mean."

He shook his head, abandoning further contemplation, and with a flicker, he disappeared from the pavilion of Li River Palace.

In the quiet night, the Dongling Marquis Mansion was utterly silent.

Jiang Ning returned quietly to his own room and fell asleep.

That night, Lin Qingyi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, while Jiang Ning slept especially deeply, his entire consciousness sinking into a deep restoration.

...

Meanwhile.

In an unobservable space within this world.

Here, the air was filled with five-colored radiance, and clusters of mist swirled in the air.

In the Immortal Mountain, rare flowers and exotic plants dotted the landscape, and Spiritual Springs tinkled through the mountains.

The entire realm was enveloped in a layer of hazy celestial light, with Spiritual Energy so dense that it condensed into fog.

If someone knowledgeable were here, they would recognize this as the majestic sight found only in top-tier Immortal abodes of Ancient Times.

In such an environment, becoming an Immortal was immeasurably more possible than under ordinary circumstances.

Even a common person could become strong and healthy, powerful as an ox, living well beyond a hundred or two hundred years without difficulty.

As for never falling ill, that was a given.

At this moment, atop a towering peak of the Immortal Mountain, two figures stood side by side.

They wore ancient, simple Daoist robes, one blue and one gray, the garments swaying gently in the breeze. Their faces were veiled by a faint celestial light, obscured from view but exuding a deep and unfathomable aura, which seemed to merge with the world around them.

The figure on the left was slightly taller, clad in blue ancient Daoist robes.

He stood with hands behind his back, his gaze penetrating layers of clouds, looking towards the distant south.

"That one... his time is drawing to a close." He spoke slowly, his gaze seeming to pierce through endless void, seeing another world. "I looked at his spiritual presence in the river, and each day his aura grows weaker. The suppression of eight hundred years is reaching its end."

The gray-robed Daoist on the right nodded slightly: "If Brother Dao says so, it means his era is indeed coming to an end!"

As he said this, the gray-robed Daoist chuckled, his voice clear and youthful: "Back then, he forced you and me to enter Dao of this world, binding us to it, a source of pride for him!"

"Recently, news came from the Nanling Demon Country that his spirit body defeated the Heavenly Demon Emperor in three punches. It seems unstoppable, but in truth, he has worn himself down. As you said, his current state is just a strong bowstring barely hanging on."

Beside him, the Daoist in blue robes nodded.

"His spirit body’s defeat of the Demon Emperor in three punches was merely an attempt to intimidate the world’s heroes! But he only understands martial arts, not the great Dao, not having ventured into the long river, he doesn’t realize that in the long river, his state is crystal clear to me."

"He might intimidate the common ones, but he cannot intimidate me."

Upon hearing this,

The gray-robed Daoist beside him spoke with a sense of lamentation, tinged with a hint of regret.

"Brother Dao, what a pity you weren’t born in a better time!"

"Had you been born five hundred years earlier, you would surely have taken that step, and you wouldn’t be like me, having become a sacrificial piece, merging into the Dao of this world."

Hearing this, the Daoist in blue robes shook his head gently, his tone remaining as composed as ever.

"If I had taken that step back then, I wouldn’t be standing here today! It is not a pity, it is my fortune! When one is dead, all is over, but as long as we are alive, all possibilities remain!"

"Indeed!" The gray-robed Daoist nodded in agreement.

He continued, "Brother Dao and I, just being alive, is our greatest fortune!"

We may have lost what is called freedom! Trapped within the confines of this world!"

"But outside this world, isn’t it just a larger prison? The so-called freedom is not truly free either!"

After these words, the gray-robed Daoist’s tone shifted again, growing solemn.

"Brother Dao, is it time for our probing?"

"It is time!" The Daoist in blue nodded, his tone as calm and indifferent as ever, devoid of any emotion.