The Path of Immortality: Starts With Creating Water Bear Gu-Chapter 470: An Incident

Everyone twitched at the corners of their mouths, wearing the expression of someone watching the dead.

"Damn! Where did this reckless brat come from? Someone even warned him, yet he still dared to enter! Does he have no fear of death?"

"Hmph! There's always some arrogant so-called genius who believes he's the chosen one, thinking he can tame the spiritual energy inside. But what happens? Without exception, every single one dies inside. Now Room One is going to have yet another soul added to it!"

"This is bad, someone could die! Hurry and inform the Dean to save him. If we delay any longer, he really will die in there!"

A young girl’s face was filled with worry as she shouted in panic.

To prevent geniuses who are undergoing closed-door breakthroughs from being disturbed—which might lead to Qi deviation—every room inside the Nine-Layered Demon Suppressing Pagoda becomes sealed once entered. No one from the outside can open it.

Only someone with higher authority, like the Dean, can unlock the rooms. At this moment, they were powerless and could only call for the Dean to intervene.

Yet despite the girl shouting for a long while, not a single person moved to seek help. It was as if everyone’s buttocks were glued to the ground.

A bearded Gu Cultivator curled his lips into a sneer and scoffed, "Save him? If you want to save him, go yourself. I don’t meddle in such matters."

"Each person has a limited number of times they can cultivate inside the Nine-Layered Demon Suppressing Pagoda. You need to spend a massive amount of contribution points to exchange for even one opportunity."

"If you go out now to ask for help, it means wasting this chance to cultivate in the tower. Who would be stupid enough to do that?"

"Exactly! He brought this on himself. Everyone must pay the price for their recklessness. We warned him, but he insisted on going in. He has no one to blame but himself."

The rest exchanged glances, and then slowly closed their eyes again, resuming their cultivation, clearly unwilling to waste their opportunity over someone else’s foolishness.

Most Gu Cultivators are selfish. They would never sacrifice their own interests to save a stranger.

If some outsider dies, so be it. What does that have to do with them?

"You all..."

The girl glanced anxiously at the crowd on the ground, face full of hesitation. At last, she stomped her feet and ran down the tower at top speed.

"Hmph! What a sanctimonious saintess. She really thinks that person will be grateful if she saves him? Naive. In a world like this, she won’t live long."

The bearded Gu Cultivator sneered with disdain.

Inside Room One

Long Xuan felt the crushing pressure of spiritual energy, yet as he stretched his arms wide, every cell in his body was soaked in pleasure.

The spiritual energy here was incomparably dense, far beyond the outside world—so thick it seemed like it could condense into liquid. He couldn't even imagine how fast his cultivation speed would be if he went into seclusion here.

Trading one Sleepless Gu for three chances to cultivate inside the Nine-Layered Demon Suppressing Pagoda was definitely worth it.

Long Xuan closed his eyes, attempting to draw the energy into his body. Though the energy here was violent, the moment it entered him, it was immediately suppressed and refined by his five mutated spiritual energies, making it swiftly absorbable and causing no discomfort.

As he expected, this spiritual energy may be poison to others, but to him, it was a precious elixir.

At that moment, waves of shock surged in Long Xuan’s heart. He had just heard that no one had ever succeeded in cultivating here—not even someone at the peak of the Gu King realm.

Yet he had broken this impossibility and became the first person to successfully cultivate in this room.

Could this mean that the strength of his five mutated spiritual energies had already reached the strongest level in the current era?

A terrifying thought emerged in his mind.

He shook his head to suppress the idea and continued deeper inside.

Soon, he reached the source of the spiritual energy.

It was a bottomless abyss, like the mouth of a well, with spiritual energy surging from it like a spring, continuously pouring out.

The extremely high-quality spiritual energy filled the entire room. There was so much of it that it couldn't be contained, and it was slowly leaking through cracks, being absorbed by the other cultivators outside.

"This is..."

Long Xuan’s face showed surprise as he curiously walked forward and looked inside.

The black abyss was so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. A chilling wind howled from within, and the overwhelming spiritual energy lashed against his face.

"Is this the passage that connects to the sealed place of that monster?"

"This passage has been bleeding that monster for countless years, yet the blood still hasn’t run dry."

"I wonder how the geniuses outside would feel if they knew the spiritual energy they absorb every day comes from a monster’s blood."

Long Xuan took a deep breath, steadied his state, and was just about to sit down near the abyss when—

The entire pagoda suddenly began to shake violently, to the point where he could barely keep his footing.

From the abyss blew a foul wind with the stench of blood, along with a faint, horrifying roar from some unknown creature.

“What’s happening? Is it an earthquake?”

“What just happened? Why did the tower suddenly shake so violently?”

“No idea. Could it be that something's wrong with the Nine-Layered Demon Suppressing Pagoda? It happened once not long ago too.”

Muffled discussions from the other cultivators outside could be heard faintly—it was obvious that the abnormal tremor had frightened them.

Long Xuan was breathing heavily, his face pale. Just now, he could swear—though he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion—that he saw a pair of crimson eyes inside the abyss. Enormous in size, and filled with bloodlust, they stared directly at him before vanishing in a flash.

Long Xuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly sighing—could something really be going wrong with the Nine-Layer Demon Suppressing Pagoda? Was it truly possible that the monster sealed beneath it was about to break free?

This thought made him extremely uneasy.

The Nine-Layer Demon Suppressing Pagoda hadn’t had any incident for tens of thousands of years—why would it start acting up now, of all times, just as he arrived? Was this really just a coincidence? At this moment, he truly suspected the heavens were playing tricks on him.

Gradually calming down, he began to ponder whether he should remain here to cultivate. Parting now—he was truly reluctant.

“If something really was going wrong with the Nine-Layer Demon Suppressing Pagoda, the Headmaster would evacuate all the students. Since they're all still here, it means the situation is still under control.”

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking. Things haven’t gotten that bad. To determine if the place is dangerous, I only need to keep a close watch on the actions of the Academy’s top elders.”

With a contemplative expression, Long Xuan finally decided to stay and continue cultivating. However, to be safe, his main body would withdraw after cultivating for some time. He would leave the majority of his clones here to continue training.

That way, even if something did go wrong here, only the clones would perish. His main body had the Hundred-Mile Talisman, allowing him to retreat in time.

Having made his decision, Long Xuan released all his clones. Counting himself, there were six figures sitting around the Bottomless Abyss, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy surging up from the depths of the pit.

One must understand—Long Xuan possessed a Ten Absolute Physique, with an unbelievably vast capacity. With his five clones, this meant there were six Ten Absolute Physiques here in total.

These six colossal entities with terrifying energy capacity began to devour the spiritual power like whales gulping down water.

The spiritual energy pouring out of the abyss was now split six ways, forming vortices above each of their heads, madly flowing into their bodies.

Thanks to the five variant spiritual forces within Long Xuan, all the incoming energy was immediately suppressed and easily refined.

His aura began to climb rapidly, advancing at astonishing speed toward the peak of the Spiritual Sea realm.

Meanwhile, beneath the Demon Suppressing Pagoda—

In a pitch-dark world, the Headmaster's face was grim as he said in a deep voice,

“The seal inside the Demon Suppressing Pagoda has just been broken again—three layers this time. This is serious. It's only a matter of time before that thing escapes.”

“Master Zhou, you saw what just happened. If we can’t repair the seal, the consequences will be catastrophic. The entire Gu Realm will face a calamity of unprecedented scale.”

To the side, a white-haired elder stood pale-faced. After a long silence, he let out a heavy sigh and said bitterly,

“Who would’ve thought—the secret behind Holy Gu Academy’s ability to mass-produce powerful cultivators lies in that very monster.”

“So many geniuses saw skyrocketing combat power after absorbing spiritual energy from it. It even helped them approach the bottleneck of the Gu King realm more easily.”

“That creature is practically a divine artifact for cultivation. But what you’re doing is playing with fire.”

Master Zhou stared dead at the Headmaster and said solemnly,

“If absorbing its energy leads to such dramatic transformations in power, then I can only imagine how terrifying the creature truly is.”

“Once it escapes its prison, I fear no one in the world will be able to stop it. When that happens, the Gu Realm may truly face its end.”

The gravity in Master Zhou’s voice was palpable.

“I understand everything you’ve said. But this was the legacy left behind by our predecessors. There's nothing we can do.”

“Right now, all our hopes rest on you, Master Zhou. You're one of the top ten formation masters in the Gu Realm. Do you have any way to repair the seal?”

The Headmaster clenched his fists, tension written all over his face.

Master Zhou turned to him and sneered coldly:

“Hmph, are you joking? How could I possibly repair a formation of this level? This isn’t even a Grade Four formation! How do you expect me to fix it?”

“Not just me—I can tell you clearly: don't bother wasting time looking for other formation masters. No one in this world can repair it!”

With that, Master Zhou turned and walked away, with no intention of attempting repairs.

The formation here—he couldn't even understand it, let alone mend it. It was entirely beyond his level. Only someone from the Spirit Realm or Divine Realm, beings with a far higher cultivation base, might have the capability to fix it. He, a mere Gu King, was utterly powerless.

Hearing this, the Headmaster’s face went pale with despair.

“Headmaster, there may still be a turning point—as long as Zhu Jiuge is still here, the Doom Gu will surely produce a coincidence strong enough to seal the abyss again in order to prevent her death.”

An old woman’s voice spoke beside him.

The Headmaster let out a miserable laugh and sighed bitterly:

“I know. I know Zhu Jiuge’s luck is freakishly good. She’s resolved countless impossible crises.”

“But... what kind of coincidence could possibly repair a seal that exceeds the Gu King realm? Does such a miracle even exist in this world?”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the Headmaster let out a long sigh and finally walked away…