Chapter 71 ·Three Hundred and Twenty Years Old, Body Without Self and Form

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He ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍stood atop Longevity Peak, gazing toward the distant Cloud-Mist Peak among the inner sect’s three peaks.

There ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍seemed to be two additional Foundation Establishment auras within it.

With ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍a slight stir of his thoughts, his divine sense spread out.

One ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍of the Foundation Establishment auras was in the Sect Master Hall—it was none other than Sect Master Daoist Xuanchen.

The ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍other belonged to Supreme Elder Yunchenzi.

Gu Yan withdrew his divine sense without alerting them.

The Primordial Unity One Qi Dao Scripture he had taught back then was originally a technique triggered by a red entry. It did not select for spiritual roots nor demand aptitude—anyone with a heart seeking the Dao could begin cultivating it.

Its only flaw was its low ceiling; even at its peak, it could only reach Transformation Spirit.

To those ancient monsters in the Spirit Realm who had lived for thousands of years, Transformation Spirit was merely the starting point.

But for the mortal world of Southern Sea No. 73, it was already a true land immortal, far beyond what a mere Martial Dao Sixth Revolution “Martial Immortal” title could compare to.

Gu Yan thought that one day, when a Transformation Spirit cultivator emerged in the sect, he would send them to the Azure Wave Sect in the Spirit Realm to follow Nether Soul.

Nether Soul was now a direct disciple of the sect master of the Azure Wave Sect—he should be lacking manpower.

Thus, the days continued to pass one after another.

At three hundred and six years old, Gu Yan broke through to the second layer of Void Refinement.

At three hundred and eight, he reached the third layer.

At three hundred and ten, the fourth layer.

At three hundred and twelve, the fifth layer.

One minor realm every two years.

However, after the fifth breakthrough, Gu Yan clearly felt that his speed had slowed again.

The reason lay in the fact that the innate spiritual energy produced by the illusory Dao seed was no longer sufficient for him alone!

It was not that the illusory Dao seed was weak—after all, it had been planted for less than fifty years and had not fully matured.

It was only natural that its supply of innate spiritual energy could not keep up with consumption.

Fortunately, what Gu Yan lacked least now was time.

Afterward, at three hundred and sixteen years old, he broke through to the sixth layer of Void Refinement.

At three hundred and twenty, he reached the seventh layer.

That year’s Winter Solstice saw especially heavy snowfall.

Gu Yan did not enter seclusion.

Because this year was the one he anticipated the most.

【Detected that the host has once again survived a full 100 years.】

【You have obtained one entry extraction opportunity.】

【Do you wish to extract immediately?】

With a slight movement of his thoughts—

【Extract immediately.】

A seven-colored roulette of gray, green, blue, purple, orange, gold, and red slowly unfolded within the void.

The roulette began to spin.

At first, it was slow, each color passing before his eyes one by one.

Then it grew faster and faster—gray, green, blue, purple, orange, gold, and red all blurred into streams of light, indistinguishable from one another.

Moments later, the pointer slowed, slowly grinding past gray, past green, past blue, past purple.

It stopped in the orange region.

Gu Yan was delighted—but unexpectedly, the pointer slid forward another half step.

Red.

【Extraction successful.】

【Obtained entry: 《Body Without Self and Form · Red》】

【Body Without Self and Form: The Great Dao does not know you, the Heavenly Dao does not see you, and karma cannot find you. You may freely conceal or release traces of your existence, achieving absolute concealment at any realm. Upon equipping this entry, you will no longer enter tribulations, be stained by karma, nor produce karmic results.】

【Warm reminder: This entry is not suppressed by realm and is not limited by planes.】

After reading it—

Gu Yan suddenly burst into laughter three times!

He already possessed the golden entry “Traceless Dao Concealment,” which had similar effects.

However, its upper limit was the Immortal King Realm.

But this red entry before him had no upper limit.

The Great Dao does not know you, the Heavenly Dao does not see you.

Karma cannot find you.

Just look at it—its power was on an entirely different level.

As expected of a top-tier red entry.

Gu Yan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

A grand heavenly tribulation occurred once every three thousand years in the Void Refinement realm. Though he had never said it aloud, he had always harbored some apprehension.

He feared that one day, he might encounter a tribulation that even a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure like the Haotian Mirror could not withstand.

Heavenly tribulations did not reason—they only judged cultivation.

At that threshold, the Heavenly Dao would naturally follow karma and find him. There would be no escape.

But now?

He lowered his gaze to the entry description.

No tribulation, no karma, no result.

Then… he should be able to avoid it, right?

And the Haotian Mirror as well.

Every time he used it to glimpse the future, his soul would be marked by the Heavenly Dao with a trace of heaven-peering.

After obtaining this entry, if he used the Haotian Mirror again, would those heaven-peering marks still accumulate?

Gu Yan did not hesitate.

Raising his hand slightly, the Haotian Mirror manifested out of thin air in his palm.

He began testing.

First scene.

Three hundred years later, outside the mountain gate of the Azure Wave Sect in the Spirit Realm.

Nether Soul wore a dark Daoist robe, with three Transformation Spirit disciples standing behind him.

Gu Yan did not stop.

Second scene.

Five hundred years later, in the mortal world of Southern Sea No. 73.

The Taiyi Dao Sect’s mountain gate remained as before, the inner sect’s three peaks shrouded in mist.

At Cloud-Mist Peak, before the Sect Master Hall, stood an unfamiliar face with Golden Core cultivation, listening attentively to Sect Master Daoist Xuanchen’s instructions.

Third scene, fourth scene...

Gu Yan withdrew the mirror.

Closing his eyes, he examined his soul internally.

He discovered that not only had the heaven-peering marks not increased—

Even the previous traces were dissipating like strands of spider silk.

Gu Yan quietly observed those thread-like marks fading away within his soul, understanding dawned in his heart.

This entry’s claim of “no tribulation, no karma, no result” was truly literal.

All past karmic entanglements had also been severed and gathered away.

Previously, every use of the Haotian Mirror to glimpse the future carried some level of caution.

But now—

Heh, heh, heh… (Gu Yan: Heavenly Dao, strike me if you dare!)

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