C11 There Was Only One Reason for Nurturing Immortals — Death

Xuanyang closed his eyes. The smile was no longer on his face. All that was left was disappointment.

If another immortal appeared in the original world, he might not be able to beat him. If another immortal appeared in this world, Xuanyang could kill five of them with his eyes closed.

How was he going to die?

"Trash, a waste of resources."

Xuanyang could not help but say "trash". When he said that, even Xuanyang did not expect him to say such a thing.

Unwittingly, his mood has changed, and here we have to mention the Zuyan Biography.

"You dare to scold me? Very good, I don't care when you arrived here. Your cultivation is extremely high because the dead do not need to answer questions."

Ever since he stepped into the Spirit Transformation realm, all kinds of people were respectful in front of him. The spirit energy in the Thousand Illusion Daoist's hand was mixed with a trace of lightning that constantly moved. It had been a long time since he had gotten angry, he wanted to hack Xuanyang into a thousand pieces.

"Brat, you won't die so easily. I will crush all the bones in your body bit by bit and grind all your flesh into mincemeat. I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

The faces of the million Daoists twisted as they spoke through gritted teeth.

"It should be because of the cultivation technique, causing his strength to not reach the realm he should be in. Furthermore, his body is actually so weak, it can't even be compared to the early Nascent Soul Stage.

Xuanyang walked to the Thousand Illusion Daoist's side and did something that surprised him. Xuanyang pinched the Thousand Illusion Daoist's arm, and immediately, a look of disdain appeared on Xuanyang's face. It was Xuanyang's first time looking at the Thousand Illusion Daoist's face. He was too focused on the Spiritual Energy and his body just now.

When he first saw Thousand Illusion Daoist's face, Xuanyang's first thought was — this old man is so ugly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask your mother." The Thousand Illusion Daoist could no longer hold it in as he released the soaring spirit energy from his hands. Along with the countless lightning bolts, he charged towards Xuanyang, as if he wanted to kill Xuanyang in one blow.

Xuanyang didn't even resist. His spiritual energy dissipated before it could even touch Xuanyang's clothes.

"He's really not honest at all." Xuanyang's finger moved and the Thousand Illusion Daoist's arm instantly separated from his body, turning into ashes before it even hit the ground.

The Thousand Illusion Daoist didn't even feel any pain before his arm was gone. He could clearly feel that his left arm was empty and he couldn't even muster up a bit of strength. He felt as if he was in a dream.

However, he knew that this was not a dream. His arm was indeed missing and there was no pain, not even blood, but his muscle tissue could still be clearly seen. He had no strength to retaliate at all.

The Thousand Illusion Daoist was paralyzed on the ground, his body was trembling non-stop, using his only arm to support his upper body and not fall down. Otherwise, he would have directly laid on the ground.

"You … You're not. He's a human, you're a demon … … The devil. " The Thousand Illusion Daoist was extremely excited. He kicked off the ground in an attempt to stay away from Xuanyang. However, his feet were not listening to him and could only tremble in fear.

Xuanyang was helpless as he looked at the Thousand Illusion Daoist's body that was shaking non-stop. He injected a bit of immortal energy into the brain of the Thousand Illusion Daoist, and the broken part of his arm instantly healed up, looking smooth, as if this part of his body never had an arm. Thousand Illusion also calmed down, but there was still a deep sense of fear in his eyes.

"If you answer my question, I might be able to let you live."

"Go ahead."

Thousand Illusion Daoist sat on the ground and looked up at Xuanyang. As long as he could survive, it was good enough. As for the rest, it was just a small matter.

"Who is the person with the highest cultivation in this world?" What realm had he reached? How many are there? "

Thousand Illusion Daoist was stunned, he didn't expect Xuanyang to ask this question, even though he didn't know what Xuanyang wanted to ask.

"This?" Let me think. The highest cultivation should be late stage Body Fusion's Ancestor Nangong of the Nangong Family, Pu Qian Temple's Master Dunwu, Heaven and Earth Temple, Heaven Lake, and the Five Poisons Sect's ancestor... Furthermore, there's a lot of things that I can only find out about with my cultivation. Even if it's higher, it might not be possible, but the chances are high, otherwise, it would have long been known by the entire world. "

"Only the highest cultivation is complete?" Xuanyang was even more disappointed. He didn't even have a major completion stage, let alone a deity that had ascended into the Immortal Realm.

"Your cultivation is Mahayana Stage?"

The highest cultivation in the world? Could it be that this young man in front of him was Mahayana Stage? Thousand Illusion was shocked, but when he thought about how he would lose his arm in an instant, he felt that it was still acceptable.

Thinking that he had actually offended a Mahayana Stage Ancestor, Thousand Illusion's heart immediately jumped. This was a level that his current cultivation would not be able to touch even if a few hundred years passed. Once again, Xuanyang did not answer Daoist Qian Huan's question.

"Are the cultivation techniques you're cultivating incomplete?"

Thousand Illusion Daoist was not angry, he only answered the question respectfully, but he had already agreed that Xuanyang was Mahayana Stage Ancestor.

"Yes, or else I wouldn't have come here to search for cultivation methods. The cultivation method I'm cultivating is at the end of the late stage of Nascent Soul. I was only able to reach the Spirit Severing stage due to luck." "However, after that, I won't be able to get any higher cultivation."

"I heard that this is an S-class ruin, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't get to this place and actually met you. Could it be that this is the place where you cultivate?" It was really troublesome. "When I get back, I will prepare a heavy gift to apologize to you."

Just as he replied to Mahayana Stage Ancestor, a person appeared in the blink of an eye. His own life was still in his hands, so Thousand Illusion Daoist was naturally respectful, as he completely forgot about his previous angry look.

Xuanyang was prepared to not explain after being mistaken as Mahayana Stage. After all, immortals were too bizarre. After knowing the answer, Xuanyang's mind was racing and a plan appeared in his head.

The highest cultivation base was only at the late stage of Body Fusion, and it was also an incomplete cultivation technique. Even if he could ascend to the Immortal Realm, it would be as easy as playing with five of them.

His mind was filled with cultivation techniques that could allow him to ascend to the Immortal Realm. Why not personally nurture an Immortal? If one of them couldn't kill him, he would train more. A vague thought gradually emerged in his mind.

Xuanyang's mind suddenly lit up. An original plan was born, why didn't he think of it before? However, in Xuanyang's era, there was no such thing as ascension. After all, everything had an outcome. Besides a bug like himself, the later stages of mastery were the last rays of light in that era.

Other than him, there was not a single immortal. This era was still in its initial state, so someone would definitely be able to ascend to the Immortal Realm. But for now, there would definitely be someone who could ascend to the Immortal Realm.

But now, Xuanyang could shorten this process and create a few immortals with qualified cultivation. According to the most rigorous cultivation process of his era, of course, it would take a long time, but what Xuanyang lacked the most was time.

Now, he could use the Thousand Illusion Daoist to practice his technique, and he could inject a bit of immortal energy into the Thousand Illusion Daoist's brain, and the immortal energy would slowly change his physique. Although it couldn't change much, killing people of the same level was like cutting vegetables. Thinking about it, Xuanyang's mouth curled into a smile.