"The second test is the test of the body and mind. It is mysterious and difficult to fathom …"
The "Nine Steps to Immortality Examination" became more fragmented towards the end because there was too little information about Dharmakaya and Undead Immortals.
However, it was worth it to have one or two keywords.
"The second test is the body and mind? The body test probably represents complete control of immortalization and the Dharmakaya … At this step, one can turn the Primordial Spirit into a physical body and advance to Dharmakaya Perfected without any obstacles … "
"Unfortunately, the immortalized body is easy to control, but the corruption of the mind cannot be avoided. Thus, there is another test of the mind, which is the test of the Taoist Heart? If I pass this step, perhaps I will reach the peak of Dharmakaya and can attempt to become an immortal? "
Chung Shen-soo guessed silently.
As for the final description of Undead Immortals, there was only one word left in the "Nine Steps to Immortality Examination" — "Death!"
This did not exceed Chung Shen-soo's expectations.
After all, Undead Immortals were Undead Immortals. It was normal to die once.
"But perhaps this means that the cultivators who have passed the second test are unable to resist the corruption of the Heavenly Dao. After a long time, they can only die … Or perhaps they advance to a new life form through death?"
Chung Shen-soo's expression became solemn.
The ancient theory of the five immortals was good, but it could not be realized in this world.
He had no choice but to embark on the path of Undead Immortals.
And "Death" represented a true and absolute death!
"Ordinary Dharmakaya Perfected Lords are powerful, but after they die, they really die … They cannot come back to life. This test is very difficult."
Chung Shen-soo's expression changed and then became strange. "But I have the supernatural power of Nine Deaths, which does not belong to this world. It has been completely refined into my Primordial Spirit. Even if my Primordial Spirit disintegrates, I can revive nine times!"
"Perhaps … for other Dharmakaya Perfected Lords who have gone through all kinds of trials but dare not die to advance to Undead Immortals, this terrifying test is a path to the Great Dao for me. I can break through it with one poke?"
Thinking of this, his expression became a little strange.
When he thought of the Ancient Martial Arts World and Damo, who was behind the Stone Buddha Temple, he felt even more out of place.
'Of course, there's also the possibility of death during the advancement. It's an absolute death, the kind that even the Nine Deaths Revival can't save …'
Zhong Shenxiu rubbed his chin. He suddenly thought, if he could use his resurrection supernatural power …
After becoming a Dharmakaya Perfected Lord and passing the Second Gate, one had to beg for death in front of everyone. Then, one would immediately be resurrected and become an Undead Immortal in one go.
What kind of expression would the cultivators of this world have?
He felt that he could contribute a lot of Tenxiu Point …
"No, that's not right. This book is just the textual research of an unaffiliated Cultivator. It doesn't have any training methods, and it may be full of mistakes. You can't trust everything!"
Chung Shen-soo reminded himself before sinking into an endless sea of knowledge.
With the status of the Supreme Dragon Tiger Sect and how many years it had been in existence, how rich would its collection be?
Chung Shen-soo even felt that ordinary people would never be able to see the tip of the iceberg even if they spent their entire lives.
…
Time flew by.
The fifteenth of July was approaching.
In the capital of Chang Luo, even the commoners could feel the atmosphere of an impending storm.
Sky Bearing Third Year, fifteenth of July.
In a nameless barren mountain, a cave abode suddenly opened.
Chung Shen-soo's original body stood proudly, full of energy. Even the spiritual treasures behind him had recovered their vitality.
"Is it fifteenth of July?"
He shifted his gaze slightly and saw the Altar of Heaven in Chang Luo.
The Emperor's sacrifice to the heavens was a series of complicated rituals.
Preparations had begun a long time ago. The altar was ninety-nine feet wide and ninety-nine feet high. It was entirely white jade.
Because the sacrifice was to the heavens, there was no cover. It was a sacrifice to the sky, a 'dew sacrifice'!
The entire Altar of Heaven was divided into nine levels. Each level had a group of deities. The highest level had only one main seat, which was used to worship the 'God of God'. It was a divine tent made of pure purple brocade.
The second level was the Blue Divine Tent, which was used to worship the God of God.
The third level was the Pure Green Divine Tent, which was used to worship the Yin and Yang Masters.
The fourth level was the Golden Green Divine Tent, which was used to worship the four seasons, the sun, moon, stars, clouds, rain, wind, and thunder …
…
On every level, there were large amounts of jade, silk, sacrificial utensils, cows, sheep, pigs, fruits, wine, and other offerings. There were a total of 9,999 of them.
On both sides of the Altar of Heaven, there was a huge orchestra. They were equipped with chimes, bells, and other musical instruments. Just the court musicians alone numbered more than 500.
Such a huge team, as well as the three animals required for the sacrifice, as well as all sorts of spiritual objects, were obviously not something that could be prepared in a day or two.
In terms of planning, the old Emperor of the Yan Han had already been preparing for a full three years!
As for the sacrifice to the heavens, it had also been prepared since a month ago.
On the fifteenth of July, the auspicious hour had arrived and the ceremony officially began!
…
Three days had passed and it was still early in the morning.
However, Chung Shen-soo could vaguely feel a large number of gazes from the sky, from the ground, from the depths of the darkness, and from unknown places, converging on Chang Luo.
Seven minutes before sunrise, the bell in the Hall of Sky Bearing rang, signaling the departure of the old Emperor.
As the Second Empire was a celestial dynasty, there were all sorts of Immortal Cultivators protecting the Emperor's carriage. Even the weather was specially monitored. True Lord Zhang was in charge of the Heavenly Grand Ritual, ensuring that the weather would be fine and there would be no bad weather.
Outside the Altar of Heaven, in the midst of the darkness, countless sky lanterns rose into the sky.
Of course, this world was not called a sky lantern, but a sky lantern that illuminated the world.
After the Emperor's carriage arrived, the surroundings of the Altar of Heaven were filled with the sound of drums. The huge bronze cauldron burned with thick incense, and a green smoke curled up into the sky.
The huge court orchestra played the 'Shiping Movement'. The old Emperor walked up the Altar of Heaven step by step without anyone to support him.
His expression was solemn, and his face was abnormally red. It was obvious that he had made a lot of preparations for this day, even taking secret medicine.
This effectively supported the old Emperor's body, allowing him to drag his frail body to the position of the Son of Heaven on the Altar of Heaven.
"I, the ruler of the land and rivers, the ruler of the Yan Han, solemnly pray to the heavens: I am of meager virtue, and with my body as the Emperor …"
The old Emperor's voice was clear as he recited the prayer, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.
In reality, the ceremony was not important, and neither were the offerings or the prayer.
The most important thing was that the old Emperor, as the ruler of the Yan Han Celestial Dynasty, kneeling to the heavens meant that he was submitting to it.
From now on, the Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty would abdicate and become the Son of Heaven!
This meant that the Heavenly Dao of this world was completely above the Dao of the Yan Han.
Countless knowledgeable people and Immortal Cultivators cried when they saw this scene.
"The clan's energy is gone …"
"The Yan Han Dynasty is gone …"
"The Tai Huang Orthodoxy is gone!"
On the streets of Chang Luo that were heavily guarded, a seemingly delirious old beggar in ragged clothes suddenly climbed up the city gate and wept bitterly.
The expressions of countless soldiers changed!
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