On the snowy ground, Ling Xian thought about the Painting of the Nine Immortals and guilt appeared on his face.
When he first acquired the painting, he was purely happy. But after a few words from the immortals, he finally understood the meaning of the Painting of the Nine Immortals.
Not only was it a heaven-defying treasure, but it was also a heavy responsibility. Whoever obtained it would have to take on this responsibility.
Though he didn't know what kind of responsibility it was, it wasn't hard to imagine that it was of great importance.
Now that Ling Xian was about to die, he felt guilty because he had no way to complete it.
"I have dragged you all into this. I hope after I die, the Painting of the Nine Immortals will automatically leave my body and not die with me."
Ling Xian softly sighed. There was no unwillingness. He was truly at the end of the road. All he had left was helplessness.
Then, he slammed his fist into the snowy ground. Instantly, the ground cracked open and snow flew everywhere.
After the wind and snow calmed down, a rectangular hole appeared. It was just big enough to fit Ling Xian inside.
Then, he slammed his fist into the snowy ground. Instantly, the ground cracked open and snow flew everywhere. It was obvious that this was the tomb he prepared for himself.
Then, Ling Xian flapped around his sleeve and 108 arrays penetrated deep into the ground and protected the tomb.
If someone wanted to dig up a grave, they would first have to break through the 108 formations, and this was not an easy task.
Ling Xian was a grandmaster of arrays. The 108 arrays complemented each other and multiplied endlessly. Normal grave robbers, even if an array grandmaster and a seventh leveled cultivator came together, they would not be able to touch his tomb!
Of course, if an array grandmaster came personally, then he wouldn't be able to do anything.
But that was basically impossible. Array grandmasters were extremely rare existences. In the entire Xuan Wu continent, it was already good to have two or three of them. Who would have the time to steal his tomb?
"The tombstone has been built and the tomb has been repaired. Next, it's time to leave behind an inheritance."
Ling Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't think there would be a day where he would leave behind an inheritance.
Leaving behind an inheritance was not a fixed rule. It was a natural thought. Even the most ruthless demonic cultivators would leave behind an inheritance.
From a certain perspective, it could be seen as the continuation of life and the continuation of one's spirit.
Even though most of Ling Xian's techniques originated from the real immortals, the Primitive Technique was not from them. Neither was the knowledge he gained from his cultivation.
Therefore, he planned to organize these and leave them for the fated person.
"Come to think of it, it's funny. Up until now, I've never created any magical techniques. I don't even have the most basic magical techniques."
"The techniques we cultivate are either from our predecessors or from our bloodline. It's quite sad to think about it."
"Sadly, time doesn't wait for me. Otherwise, I would definitely create my own technique."
Ling Xian softly sighed and imprinted the Primitive Technique and his enlightenment on the stone slab. As for the other techniques, he didn't write a single word.
Whether it was the Disorder Conquering Immortal Fists or the Dao of Dan, Arrays, Crafts, and Talismans, they all belonged to the real immortals. He had no right to teach them to outsiders.
Therefore, he only left behind the Primitive Technique and his insights. It doesn't sound like much, but its value is immeasurable.
The value of the Primordial Heaven Technique was needless to say. Even the top forces in the universe would be tempted.
Even though his insights could not be compared to the Primitive Heaven Technique, it was still something that could drive people crazy.
Don't forget, Ling Xian was a monster with six undefeatable realms on him. His experience also detailed the methods he used to break through to the undefeatable realm.
If one obtains it, there was a high chance that they would end up like him with six undefeatable realms!
The value of this was far too great. Plus, the Primitive Technique that even the top forces would go crazy for, the inheritance Ling Xian left behind could only be described as immeasurable.
And this was only a part of it.
Everything else was useless to Ling Xian now. Therefore, he divided the treasures inside his storage pouch into two parts.
Half of them were his treasures that he buried in the grave. The other half were normal treasures that he placed together with the stone slab for the fated one.
If this scene was seen by others, their eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. They've seen rich burial treasures, but they've never seen something this rich!
The Divine Book of Genesis, the Fragment of Reincarnation, the Sword of Dao Seeking … all these treasures laid quietly inside the grave. Any one of them was a treasure that could trigger a catastrophe!
"It's about time. Prepare to welcome death."
Ling Xian sighed softly and fell face first into the grave.
Then, the ground closed up and the tombstone stood tall. 108 arrays were silently activated.
"I buried myself. I guess I am the only one since the beginning of time."
Ling Xian shook his head and chuckled. Memories flashed across his brain, giving him mixed feelings.
Happiness, sadness, anger … all these emotions tangled around him. But in the end, they all turned into calmness.
Ling Xian lifted his head and stared at the sky. Though the ground had closed up, it could not block his vision. He could clearly see the floating white clouds.
He simply stared and with a calm heart, welcomed the arrival of death.
Time passed by little by little.
As the God of Death approached, Ling Xian aged more and more. Not only did wrinkles appear on his face, but his white hair was also falling out.
His aged appearance didn't even have the slightest trace of his past heroic and extraordinary bearing.
"Damn you, Curse of Heaven. Can't you let me leave this world with a good image?"
Ling Xian teased. He didn't look like he was facing death, but more like he was stepping into the realm of immortals.
If anyone was here, they would respect him.
To a sentient being, death is the biggest fear. Not to mention teasing death like he did, even looking at it calmly was not easy.
"This is the last day. My life is about to end."
Staring at the rising Sun, Ling Xian softly grinned and relaxed.
The reason why he didn't commit suicide wasn't because he was hoping for hope to appear, nor was it because he was reluctant to leave this world. It was because he wanted to experience what it felt like to wait for death.
Or in other words, to fight against the God of Death one last time.
Right now, his life was nearing its end. The struggle had ended, so naturally, he felt relieved.
"The taste of waiting for death sure isn't good. But, I made it to the last moment. Even if I die, I have no regrets."
Sighing, Ling Xian closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of death.
This time, he was truly at the end of the road. Therefore, the moment he built this tomb, he didn't have much hope.
Just as the Sun set and the Moon rose into the sky, the Sun and the Moon remained in the sky, recreating the miracle of nature.
At the same time, the Flower of the Fusion of Yin and Yang was born south of the Lake of Fire and Ice. Within a few breaths, it was 70% to 80% mature.
This made Ling Xian open his eyes, only to find that he was calm.
If this was two years ago, the possibility of the Flower of the Fusion of Yin and Yang would've made him ecstatic. But today, he only had two hours left to live. Even if he got his hands on the Flower of the Fusion of Yin and Yang, it would be useless.
Therefore, Ling Xian was not at all interested.
However, just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly realized that the ice water and the lava had merged together.
Immediately, the laws of Heaven and Earth appeared in Ling Xian's brain, enlightening him.
Enlightenment towards Dao.
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