A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Entering the Holy Land

“Ha, I’ve finally arrived.”

Looking at the Ancient Desolation Holy Land in front of him, Wu Yifan finally let out a sigh of relief.

After ascending to the Upper Realm, Wu Yifan learned from the memories of the Red Stone Immortal Emperor that his cultivation of the Ancient Sacred Body to the twelfth level was not the end. Beyond the twelfth level of the Ancient Sacred Body, there was an even more powerful physique— the Ancient Dao Body.

It is said to be the most powerful physique from the time of the creation of the heavens and the earth, but later, as the worlds could not accommodate such a powerful physique, it was weakened to become the Ancient Sacred Body. The Ancient Dao Body has five stages: entry, minor success, major success, peak, and perfection.

Once one advances to the stage of the Ancient Dao Body, they would possess combat power at the level of an Immortal Emperor. The Ancient Desolation Holy Land contains the cultivation methods for the Ancient Dao Body; however, from the memories of the Red Stone Immortal Emperor, Wu Yifan also understood that training in the Ancient Dao Body seems to be extremely difficult. Even in the Ancient Desolation Holy Land, only one Holy Lord had cultivated it to the stage of entry.

Shaking his head, Wu Yifan did not dwell on it any longer and directly walked towards the Ancient Desolation Holy Land. It was unclear whether Wu Yifan arrived at the right moment or if some unnamed intervention was at play, but at that time, the Ancient Desolation Holy Land was accepting disciples.

As he ascended the mountain, Wu Yifan saw many fellow Daoists hurrying towards the Ancient Desolation Holy Land, including several Great Emperors and even Mortals World Immortals. After all, as long as one could join the Ancient Desolation Holy Land, they could pretty much walk unhindered throughout the Upper Realm, as long as they did not provoke the Immortal Emperors.

While Wu Yifan was pondering about the upcoming assessment, he suddenly heard a voice from behind, distinctly sounding overly cheeky.

“Hey, Fellow Daoist, are you also here to join the Ancient Desolation Holy Land’s acceptance of disciples?”

Turning to the source of the voice, Wu Yifan saw a chubby man in a blue robe smiling at him.

Wu Yifan maintained a straight face and replied, “Could it be that those who come here today are not attending the Ancient Desolation Holy Land’s acceptance of disciples?”

The chubby man chuckled awkwardly and then continued, “Fellow Daoist, since you are also alone, why don’t we go together?””My name is Duan De. I’m ten thousand years old this year and have cultivated to the level of Mortal World Immortal,” Duan De said, his face full of pride as he spoke the last part. Indeed, in the entire Upper Realm, being able to reach the level of Mortal World Immortal at such a young age could be considered a mark of genius.

Not wanting to be rude and remembering that Wu Yifan was also keen to make new acquaintances, he quickly introduced himself.

“Wu Yifan.”

“Oh, so it’s Fellow Daoist Wu. In that case, let’s travel together from here on out.”

After saying this, Duan De grabbed Wu Yifan and hurried towards the Ancient Desolation Holy Land, chattering along the way about everything he knew.

From Duan De, Wu Yifan also learned about the current disciple recruitment requirements of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land.

“There is an Aptitude Bell in the Ancient Desolation Holy Land. As long as you place your hand on the bell and it makes a sound, you’re in. But only two sounds will qualify you as a disciple of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land.”

“Two or three sounds qualify you as an outer sect disciple, four or five sounds as an inner sect disciple, and six sounds as a Direct Disciple.”

“What about seven sounds?” Wu Yifan couldn’t help but ask, curious, especially since there was no mention of this in the inheritance of the Red Stone Immortal Emperor.

Duan De was momentarily taken aback by Wu Yifan’s question, then smiled wryly.

“Seven sounds? That level is something that even Holy Lords and ancient Immortal Emperors would compete for. It can be said that, if one hears seven sounds, they are guaranteed to become an Immortal Emperor.”

“However, seven sounds haven’t been heard in a long time. The last time it appeared was seemingly fifty million years ago.”

“Is seven sounds the highest possible?” Wu Yifan inquired further, as another thought occurred to him.

“No, in fact, this bell is said to be a ninth-grade Immortal Emperor artifact left behind by the Ancient Holy Lord. Not only can it test aptitude, but it also has the effect of suppressing enemies and refining all things. However, the Ancient Desolation Holy Land currently doesn’t need to use that bell, so it was just left there for recruiting disciples.”

“Of course, the Aptitude Bell can sound up to nine times, but historically, the highest record is only eight times, and that person became the Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Yifan couldn’t help but fall into deep thought, wondering if he could indeed strike the bell nine times. It seemed Duan De sensed Wu Yifan’s thoughts, and a bitter smile crossed his face as he said, “For people like us, it’s best not to think about such things. Based on my aptitude, I can only confidently say I would aim to ring the bell at most five times. By the way, Fellow Daoist Wu, I still don’t know your realm and age.”

“I’m at the peak of Mortal World Immortal, one hundred ninety-eight years old,” Wu Yifan replied directly, without hiding anything. After all, his greatest strength lay not in his realm but in his Ancient Sacred Body.

“Oh, so you’re a hundred ninety-eight years old, at the peak of Mortal World Immortal. Wait, what?!”

Duan De initially froze for a moment, but his eyes soon widened in shock and disbelief. However, Wu Yifan didn’t elaborate further. Instead, he briefly displayed his realm and allowed Duan De to sense his bone age.

At that moment, Duan De’s worldview was completely reshaped. A hundred ninety-eight years old at the peak of Mortal World Immortal—what kind of monster is that? Let’s not even mention a hundred ninety-eight years old at the peak; even if someone claimed to be a thousand nine hundred eighty years old at the peak, it would certainly prompt a frenzy among the Holy Lands.

The next second, Duan De held Wu Yifan’s hands tightly, his expression incredibly serious as he said, “Fellow Daoist Wu, no, Brother Wu, from today on, you are my elder brother! Once a brother, always a brother!”

“Please don’t act like this. I preferred you when you were just a bit unruly,” Wu Yifan said, finding it hard to cope, laughing and crying at the same time.

Duan De obediently transformed back to his previous demeanor, which made Wu Yifan feel much more at ease. He chose not to reveal his identity simply to avoid others distancing themselves from him due to that. The reason he joined the Ancient Desolation Holy Land was to allow his Ancient Sacred Body to evolve into an Ancient Dao Body. Otherwise, Wu Yifan could directly approach his Great Grandfather, Wu Hao, to express his desires, and given Wu Hao’s strength, the Ancient Desolation Holy Land would certainly have to give him face.

Wu Hao: Six.

Very soon, Wu Yifan followed Duan De to the assessment plaza in front of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land. There, the plaza was packed with people, mostly gathered to join the Ancient Desolation Holy Land.

“The Ancient Desolation Holy Land recruits disciples every ten years, with each session lasting half a month. As long as you arrive here within this half month, queue up, and place your hand on the Aptitude Bell to create a vibration, you can be accepted as a disciple of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land.”

Duan De explained to Wu Yifan from the side, and Wu Yifan nodded gently, agreeing to it. He then followed Duan De and joined the line.