My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1502 - 559: Daoist, Bring in the Wine

"This old man has calculated…"

The blind old man paused, his pitch-black eye sockets staring at the Immortal Saint: "You are in great danger."

Luo Yunshu's expression stiffened.

"Unless~"

The blind old man added: "You voluntarily give up the qi luck around you."

Luo Yunshu fell silent.

"It's not just you."

The blind old man continued: "The other eleven people will also encounter significant trouble."

"Does this mean…"

Luo Yunshu was skeptical: "We will all die at the hands of Chen Sansi? In other words, in this contention for the Great Dao, we are bound to lose inevitably?"

Li Zhiming tacitly agreed.

"..."

Luo Yunshu furrowed his brows, his eyes flickering continuously before finally turning resolute: "Elder Li, I've always believed that you are the only person in the world who can glimpse the Heavenly Mechanism, so I've always regarded your words as the highest authority, but now it seems that you might be a bit obsessed.

"Among us cultivators, who hasn't started from insignificance and encountered several so-called 'certain death' situations along the way?

"If every time we encountered a 'nine deaths and one life' ordeal, we just accepted our fate and gave up, how would we have reached today's cultivation and achievements?

"I believe that the method of divination yields a result that is merely the most likely possibility among many, and not necessarily the inevitable outcome.

"Just as they say, with the world undecided, anything is possible."

After hearing these words.

The blind old man looked at him with his black pupils, then laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter echoing through the skies and causing the entire canyon to tremble.

"You kid!"

After laughing, he pointed at Luo Yunshu: "You actually comforted this old thing."

Li Zhiming could see that the other party was advising him not to give up.

"Senior Li."

Luo Yunshu smiled: "You should understand these principles better than I do."

"Heavenly evolution is forty-nine, and humans escape one!"

Li Zhiming's voice was hoarse: "If this old man says we don't even have half of one, are you not afraid or willing to give up, kid?"

"Knowing it's impossible yet still doing it is the path I came from."

Luo Yunshu said calmly: "Even if there's only half of one, I absolutely won't give up, just as before, when Chen Sansi wouldn't willingly hand over his qi luck, why would I fear death?"

At this point.

He paused and after a while, said softly: "Moreover, taking ten thousand steps back, even if we really lose, that would mean Chen Sansi can break through to the Immortal Emperor smoothly and stop this catastrophe?"

Li Zhiming shook his head: "Things beyond the Immortal Emperor, this old man can't calculate either. Ding Xiu's fate is tough, Chen Sansi's fate is tough too, who can win in the end, probably no one knows."

"Alright then."

Luo Yunshu said: "Then let's just do our own business."

...

East Origin Immortal Continent.

Sword Pond Secret Realm.

Here, is a Secret Realm about to be opened.

Chen Sansi temporarily hides here, using formations to set up a Time Secret Realm, where a year here equals a day outside.

He sits cross-legged atop the Chunqing Stone, his aura blending with this strange land, with each breath, attracting the fantastical time fragments around him to fly like fireflies.

Pseudo-Emperor.

Compared to an Immortal Emperor, in terms of cultivation difficulty, there is actually not much difference; it's just lacking the blessing of qi luck, unable to transcend the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, every five thousand years, it still requires tribulation, with each calamity growing larger until it's unbearable, leading to death and obliteration.

A pseudo-emperor like Ding Xiu, who has lived for over a hundred thousand years, is indeed the pinnacle of existence within the same realm.

Even if it can't truly achieve immortality, the pseudo-emperor realm is still one that most people can only sigh at.

Throughout history, how many outstanding geniuses have been stuck at this step, lamenting as they face the emperor's goal, eventually turning into a handful of yellow earth beneath the three tribulations and five declines.

Overhead, stars shift, sun and moon alternate.

In the blink of an eye. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Hundreds of years have passed.

In the external world, it's merely a few hundred days.

Hundreds of years of accumulation have allowed Chen Sansi's Immortal Saint peak cultivation within him to already be flawless, with surging Immortal Essence roaring through his meridians like a tidal wave, persistently striking the indescribable emperor realm barrier in the beyond.

His mind is empty, within his sea of consciousness, reflecting his own dao, drawing meaning from the myriad phenomena, ultimately returning to the primordial.

At this moment, countless time fragments sweep across his body, sometimes turning his hair white, skin withered, like an elderly man; sometimes reverting him to his youthful state, with a face tender like a child's. Time is crazily rendering the passage and reversal upon him, bringing extreme pain and insight.

He probes vitality amidst ultimate destruction, capturing the hint of eternal 'truth' amidst chaotic time.

"The myriad phenomena are manifold, time and space rotate, only 'truth' is imperishable, only 'self' endures…"

This is the Pseudo-Emperor!

The Dao heart whispers like a grand bell, echoing throughout his sea of consciousness.

The bottleneck of the Pseudo-Emperor realm is finally cracked by the vast Immortal Essence and the comprehension of Heavenly Dao!

In an instant, the Secret Realm trembles!

Around Chen Sansi's entire body, acupoints simultaneously radiate boundless Immortal Light, each ray seemingly containing the spectacle of a world's creation and destruction, an overwhelming aura uncontrollably erupts, pushing the surrounding flowing river of time back three feet.

His Immortal Bone Jade Marrow begins to autonomously condense into incomparably profound innate dao patterns, the Primordial Spirit rapidly expands, radiant as ten thousand suns, penetrating the barriers of the Secret Realm, dimly perceiving the pulse of the vast cosmos outside, generating a deeper resonance with the mysterious Heavenly Dao Laws.

At the same time.

Above the Secret Realm's firmament, within the void, laws gather and evolve into chaos thunderclouds, its color deep purple, its power magnificent!

Since the pseudo-emperor realm is a thorough integration with the Heavenly Dao, it naturally requires passing the ultimate trial of the Heavenly Dao.