Book 4: Chapter 9: The Old Man Who Didn't Die
Book 4: Chapter 9: The Old Man Who Didn't Die
The lifespan of a cultivator was very long.
From the very beginning, the world of cultivation has never lacked the method of prolonging one’s life, and even the fact of cultivation itself was, to a large extent, a method created by mankind to get rid of the limitation of life.
And those who can come to this cave were definitely cultivators, so in this trial, if you wanted them to experience the feeling of declining mortals, even if you had the ability to manipulate time, removing several decades still wouldn’t be enough.
Bai Qiuran was quite curious about how this trial would show the so-called “suffering of aging” to the cultivator.
He stepped forward and walked along this straight narrow road. After walking for a while, the yellow sky seemed to be closer to the ground, and it seemed more and more depressed.
At this time, Bai Qiuran suddenly heard a scream.
Bai Qiuran felt excited and hurried over, and then he saw that on the narrow road a few miles ahead of him, several cultivators who looked like loose cultivators were attacked from the dim sky.
A dense rain of yellow beams of light sprinkled from the sky and fell near these cultivators. Bai Qiuran saw that once they were swept by these yellow lights, the vitality of those cultivators would suddenly weaken. Under the influence of, their appearance hasn’t changed much, but their hair and beards were slowly turning white as if the end of their lives were coming.
After they were hit by the yellow light, they seemed to suddenly become weak, and their hands and feet movements became much slower.
As for the people who have been hit by these yellow lights multiple times, this negative state seemed to be superimposed, making their actions more sluggish and their faces even older.
Bai Qiuran even saw that after being hit many times, a loose cultivator showed wrinkles and age spots that were rarely seen on the face of a cultivator.
In astonishment, Bai Qiuran suddenly had countless yellow lights falling on his head. He tossed around this road, avoiding countless yellow lights, and advancing fast, but because the few loose cultivators occupied the road, Bai Qiuran was finally helplessly rubbed by a yellow light in his palm.
“what?”
After being hit by the yellow light, Bai Qiuran looked at his palm in surprise, because he felt as if he hadn’t reacted at all.
Seeing that he was hit, several loose cultivators also turned around, and one of them asked in an intermittent weak voice:
“You… why are you okay? You are obviously just a Qi Refining stage…”
How the hell do I know?
Bai Qiuran just wanted to say this, but the next moment, countless yellow lights fell on his head, but after the yellow lights fell into his body, he was still unharmed, and there was no sign of weakening. Nothing happened.
After more yellow light enters his body, Bai Qiuran also feels its nature. This was not the kind of time manipulation ability as he thought but seemed to be a mysterious supernatural power that could directly strip the lifespan from other people’s bodies.
The lifespan was a very mysterious thing, but it did exist. For the cultivators who have not ascended to immortals, as well as the mortal, the lifespan of each life would be registered in the Book of Life and Death in the Underworld. It’s like a secret number that fate assigned to everyone.
And this kind of magical power of yellow light seems to be able to cut down the lifespan of a living body… at least temporarily. And this trial, through this special magical power, let people who came here feel the pain of physical aging and the end of life.
Then the problem was coming. As a Qi Refining stage that has lived for more than 3,000 years, Bai Qiuran’s life span has already come to an end long ago. Over the past 3,000 years, although he has relied on Longevity Pill to prolong his life, he was living in a state of approaching deadlines, and from time to time he has to deal face-to-face with the Soul Takers who came to capture.
This kind of near-death state, for him, was no different from the usual state.
“I seem to understand why I am okay.”
Bai Qiuran looked at his palm and muttered.
“Why, why?”
Several loose cultivators asked weakly.
“Even if I tell you, you can’t copy my method.”
Bai Qiuran looked at the sky.
“This trial doesn’t seem to be fatal. Once I find out the details of this mansion, I will come back to rescue you…As for now, work hard, and treat it as a punishment for you to enter this cave without permission. ”
After finishing speaking, he passed them and continued to move forward in the eyes of these loose cultivators who were anxious, angry, and pleading.
Those yellow lights fell on his head and body like rain, but Bai Qiuran was like a traveler crossing in the wind, his back remained motionless, drifting away in the eyes of the loose cultivators.
“What is going on?”
In the dark space, the black-robed man opened his eyes wide, revealing bloodshot irises.
He looked at Bai Qiuran on the screen and said in disbelief:
“Aging magical powers have no effect on him, how can this be possible? He is not an Immortal!”
If Bai Qiuran was quick and could avoid all the yellow light in a passage that only one person could pass through, that’s fine, but someone who was completely unaffected by the yellow light, that was beyond his comprehension. Maybe even the Land Immortals who designed the trial never thought that this would happen.
Beside him, the skull stared at Bai Qiuran on the screen, but the light in his eye sockets swayed quietly as if he was thinking.
“That’s it… so he lived so long by this method.”
The light in the skull’s eyes flickered, and there was a voice coming out of it.
“No wonder the magical powers of aging have no effect on him.”
“Do you know what’s going on?”
Hearing the skull talking to himself, the black-robed man raised it in front of him with magical powers and asked:
“Tell me quickly.”
“Yeah, I do know.”
The voice of the skull sounded very flat.
“But I just won’t f*cking tell you.”
Seeing that the black-robed man’s consciousness fluctuates violently, the skull quickly added a mockery.
“I advise you to give up. It seems that the first four sufferings of the eight great sufferings are unlikely to have any impact on him. If you want to possess him, you can only hope that the association with the unbeloved, separation from the loved, not getting what is wanted, or five clinging-aggregates to be able to drill a gap in his mental defense. Anyway, I think…it’s quite highly unlikely.”
“Humph.”
The black-robed man threw the skull aside and said coldly:
“It’s still unknown who’s going to die.”