Immortal Palace of Eternal Life

Chapter 162: Eight Years

This world is one themed around the extraordinary, a world of cultivating immortality with a history spanning millions of years from ancient times to the present. As for the even more distant primordial era, it is already impossible to investigate.

Throughout the long years, immortal cultivators and their civilization have emerged, and the system of immortal cultivation has become very well-established today.

Although the cultivation system is extremely developed and complete, it cannot benefit mortals and has no intention of doing so. The living conditions of mortals in this world are very harsh, comparable to Liu Yu's previous life's ancient times, with an average lifespan of only around forty to fifty years.

Eight years is enough for a mischievous child to grow into an adult, start a family, and even have one or two chubby children; eight years is enough for an innocent and romantic young girl to become a housewife who only knows about rice, oil, and salt; eight years is enough for a vigorous strong man to grow old and even lie in a coffin.

But for immortal cultivators, especially those of high realms, eight years is merely the blink of an eye, and it may not even be enough to improve one’s cultivation realm by a level.

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Eight years later, in the eastern courtyard of Moonlit Destiny City, in a two-story loft.

Liu Yu's face shone with a dual-colored radiance of blue and red, constantly swirling and changing. Sweat beads the size of mung beans rolled down his forehead.

He tightly pressed his lips together, as if he was enduring immense pain, causing his expression to twist slightly.

After about two hours, his expression gradually relaxed and became serene.

At a certain moment, his eyelids fluttered and he finally opened his calm eyes, revealing a pair of ink-black pupils.

Feeling the surging and pure magical power within his dantian, which was a bit stronger than before, Liu Yu felt a surge of joy in his heart.

The qingyang skill he was practicing at the foundation establishment early stage required three rounds of demonic fire refining essence to temper the magical power within him. Now, he had completed the second round of tempering, meaning he had already traveled halfway on the path from early to mid foundation establishment.

Due to the qingyang skill, Liu Yu's magical power purity could already rival that of an ordinary mid foundation establishment cultivator; however, in terms of quantity, he still fell a little short, which affected his stamina in prolonged combat, but under normal circumstances, his combat power was almost comparable.

Over the eight years, he had comprehended the third layer of the concealment technique and could freely adjust the magical aura he presented externally. As long as he didn’t exert himself to the fullest, even during a duel of magic, he wouldn’t be seen through and could conceal himself from cultivators of a higher realm.

He had also fully comprehended the foundation section of the art of spirit preservation and officially began his cultivation. However, the difficulty of cultivating this technique during the foundation establishment stage was more than ten times that of the qi refinement stage; even with Liu Yu’s talent, progress was slow.

"It seems I must find some spiritual objects that are beneficial for the Primordial Spirit and spiritual consciousness to assist in my training."

The effects of Clear Lotus Spiritual Tea were still too weak; it no longer aided his cultivation of the art of spirit preservation during the foundation stage, with effects nearly negligible, unable to even relieve pain.

Thinking of the pain from cultivating the art of spirit preservation, Liu Yu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, a bit afraid.

If the cultivation pain of the qi refinement section was a fiery torment to the soul, then the cultivation of the foundation section was like a duality of ice and fire—one moment it was an extreme scorching heat, as if to burn the Primordial Spirit, and the next it was a frost penetrating to the bone, as if to freeze the Primordial Spirit, even slowing his thoughts.