Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

As for why things were turning out this way, Liang Sheng had some speculations in his heart. After all, he had failed miserably as a web novelist in his previous life, so what kind of wild ideas had he not entertained?

But as for the specifics, they would only be revealed later.

One month later,

Liang Sheng had not yet cracked the secret of the Black Iron Command, nor was clearer about how to use it to seek immortality. However, as it was the only clue he had obtained thus far about cultivation, he did not dare to destroy it recklessly.

If that were the case, Liang Sheng could only temporarily give up, as according to the old master of the No-Life Sect of Ye Family, the hundred-year period of provisioning the Cultivation World was drawing close.

Which meant, roughly thirteen years from now, when the Ye Family had completed storing up the luck of the dynasty, someone from the cultivation world would descend to the mortal world.

Of course, this was his own conclusion drawn from various clues. Even if he got it wrong, it wouldnt matter. Since there was no turning back, he might as well practice the Twenty Life-Nurturing Techniques for another thousand years. By then, his lifespan would likely be so extended that waiting for a cultivator to descend into the secular world would be no issue at all.

As long as the Cultivation World still needed the luck of the mortal worlds dynasties, there would always be a connection. After all, where there was demand, there was possibility.

Time, the most terrifying thing in the world, was actually what Liang Sheng feared the least, because it was just time.

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, Liang Sheng turned and left. If that was the case, he would wait for another thirteen years. The results would reveal themselves in time.

In summary, safety first!

The capital of Great Ming.

The thirteenth year of Zhaowu.

After Ye Chen, the founder of the Great Ming and Zhaowu Emperor, ascended to the throne, he proved to be of great ambition and determination. The capital had long since regained its former prosperity and was no longer the pathetic spectacle it had been at the end of the Dayan era.bender

Although the noble class in the capital might have changed, the lives of the common people hadnt been greatly affected after the turmoil. They were still carefully living in this world.

However, people found it strange that the Great Ming Dynasty, established under the leadership of the No-Life Sect, couldnt escape the incessant problem of rebellions that had plagued the Dayan Dynasty.

Even more oddly, the active rebels in Great Ming were known as the White Lotus Sect, a name that inevitably made people ponder about the cycle of karma.

But these problems were for the lords to worry about, having nothing to do with the common people who spent all day fretting over basic daily necessities. The rebellion of the White Lotus Sect seemed very far away from them.

And now, thirteen years had passed like a blink since the founding of the Great Ming.

Liang Sheng had finally arrived in the capital. During these thirteen years, he had traversed all over the Great Ming. As the first person below the level of the innate master and above that of a cultivator, he now had no equal in the mortal world.

Along his journey, he had stopped intermittently to admire various beautiful scenes, meet different people, hear numerous stories, and even kill quite a few people.

Especially in Great Ming, with its vast territories and unique regional customs, he had savored the gentleness of many beautiful women. Among them, there were also some fiercely independent roses, each was unique and interesting.

He had seen the sunrise from the sea level at the easternmost part of Great Ming, where the sky and the sea seemed to be one; the snow falling everywhere in the northernmost part, covering everything in a beautiful silver; the endless yellow sand in the westernmost part, with the setting sun by the long river; and the thriving green in the southernmost part, where it was like spring all year round.

The tranquil journey of these thirteen years had allowed him to witness the magnificent landscape of Great Ming. Meanwhile, Liang Shengs cultivation level had steadily improved.

The fifth layer of the Unmoving Ming King Seal increased his cultivation speed once again, to a whole new level compared to before, fully justifying its status as the staple technique of the Dharma Sect. The Unmoving Ming King Seal seemed to be gradually loosening in a mysterious way.

Name: Liang Sheng

Age: 125

Talent: Innocent Foolishness (Top-Grade)

Techniques: Golden Dragon Technique (Twelfth Layer), Twenty

Life-Nurturing Techniques (Fourteenth Layer), Unmoving Ming King Seal (Fifth Layer)

Realm: Innate

Lifespan: 4133

However, he still didnt know how powerful an actual cultivator was, and how his own abilities would stack up, so he couldnt measure the gap between them. But since his own realm was still innate, there had to be a significant difference.

But within the territory of the Great Ming, as long as the cliche plot of a hidden cultivator appearing didnt occur, his abilities were enough to walk unhindered in the mortal world.

At this moment, thirteen years had passed, and Liang Sheng, having seen the splendid landscapes of the world, finally decided to set off to the Capital. The Cultivators from the Cultivation World should be about to descend to the Mortal World. How could he possibly miss out on this opportunity?

The time of his arrival in the Capital happened to be just after nightfall, under a brilliant starry sky. The city gate guards were no longer a threat. He went directly into the city unnoticed.

Liang Sheng visited the Imperial Palace the same night, still very cautious. After making a round, he confirmed that the Cultivator had not arrived yet.

While sighing in relief, he also felt regret. After all, the closer it got to the time, the closer he was to the mysterious veil of the Cultivation World. How could he not look forward to it?

However, he was also in awe of the strength of the Great Ming Dynasty, which was much stronger than the Dayan. In the Imperial Palace, apart from Emperor Zhaowu, there were three Innate Grandmasters a testament to the extraordinary power of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Yet to Liang Sheng, all these held no interest. After ascertaining the situation, he left the Imperial Palace and went directly to the Dusty Garden.

He wondered if the Flower Chief of Dusty Garden, thirteen years later, had changed or if each held its unique charm?

Early the next morning, Liang Sheng left Dusty Garden without any nostalgia. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was greeted by the hustle and bustle of worldly life.

Immersed in the hustle and bustle of secular life, dressed in a white robe, Liang Sheng exuded the grace of an exquisite nobleman.

Before he knew it, Liang Sheng had arrived at the North City. The Peaceful Mind Studio was no longer there, but the steamed buns shop across the street was still in business.

However, Old Zhang was not there, his son had taken over his shift, busy in the back kitchen.

Two cages of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk please.

Liang Sheng took a seat at the small table outside the shop, showing no signs of ceremony. Soon, the steamed buns were brought up. Liang Sheng enjoyed his buns and soy milk with complete satisfaction.

It seemed that Little Zhang had fully inherited Old Zhangs skills. The shop was full of people buying steamed buns. The taste of the buns had evidently won over many people.

From time to time, the people eating steamed buns in the store glanced over at Liang Sheng. Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, it was impossible. All he had to do was sit there, and he would attract the attention of others.

After all, such grace was extraordinary. Although there were many rich merchants in the North City, it was rare to see a young man with such an extraordinary demeanor.

However, Liang Sheng paid no mind to this. After eating and drinking his fill, he left the money on the table and left the shop.

At this time, Little Zhang came to clean up the table where Liang Sheng had been sitting. Watching Liang Shengs departing figure, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Had he seen this nobleman somewhere before? But why couldnt he recall anything?

But soon, he cast aside his thoughts. He was too busy to dwell on these matters. Meanwhile, Liang Sheng aimlessly wandered around and soon arrived at his mansion.

However, someone else now owned this place. He suddenly left when the New Dynasty was established. The land deed of Dayan had been registered and replaced long ago. Since no one took care of this house, it was naturally confiscated.

There were many such houses in the Capital. Apart from the occasional lament from the elderly about the previous owners of these houses, probably no one remembered who the original owner was.

Liang Sheng didnt go into the mansion to look around, but just glanced at it and moved on without regret. However, as he turned the next corner, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, for he saw a familiar face.

An elderly man with white hair was lying on a deck chair at the gate, enjoying the warmth of the early sun. Beside him were several chubby little boys playing with clay.

Old Zhang!

This chap hadnt changed a bit. The deck chair from his Peaceful Mind Studio was somehow in Old Zhangs possession. For some reason, Liang Sheng felt warmth in his heart.

However, Liang Sheng did not disturb Old Zhang. They were just passers-by in his life. Since they were now living well, why should he intrude?

Just then, Old Zhang seemed to sense something and opened his eyes to look at the corner. He only saw a white robe, and the figure seemed familiar.

But despite thinking for a long time, he didnt recall who the person was. He laughed wryly and shook his head. His mind was indeed not what it used to be in his old age.

Just then, his eldest grandson saw him open his eyes and laughed as he threw himself into his arms. Old Zhang picked him up, and his tinkling laughter echoed throughout the lane.

For the following days, Liang Sheng enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the Capital. Occasionally, he went to Dusty Garden to comfort those poor girls. Soon, a curfew was put in place in the Capital.

The Heavenly Son was on a national tour.

This happened quite abruptly. Three Innate Grandmasters accompanied him on his journey. En route, the Imperial Army led the way. It was a grand tour that first went to Mount Kunwu and finally ended up at Xigu Pass in the Far West.

Liang Sheng secretly followed them. Ye Chen first knocked the Nine Ding in sequence at Mount Kunwu to make contact with the Cultivation World. He then went to Xigu Pass. Seeing this, Liang Sheng couldnt help but feel extremely elated with only one thought left in his mind.

A person from the Cultivation World should be coming!