Immortality begins with meditation puppets

"Third brother, hurry up! We can wait, but can the remnant soul of the Dragon Ancestor wait?!"

Outside the Land of Despair, a urging voice came from the thunderclouds in the sky. If one looked closely, one could see two sudden thunderclouds in the cloudless sky, moving swiftly and stealthily, as if they were deliberately avoiding being discovered by others.

The creatures that escaped through these two thunderclouds were none other than two cloud dragons with horns on their heads and tails behind them.

As one of the weakest true dragons among all kinds of true dragons, the Cloud Dragon, which is considered a disgrace to true dragons and is not recognized by powerful true dragons such as the Azure Dragon, Ying Dragon, and Golden Dragon, has developed quite well after the ancient calamity. Following the ancient lineages such as Yuanshi Mountain and Snail Palace, it fled the Tianyuan Realm and chose a realm in the myriad realms to recuperate. Now, the Cloud Dragon Realm is one of the top 100 realms and is a significant figure in the myriad realms.

These two cloud dragons were also fortunate. In the Cloud Dragon Realm, they seemed to hear the lament of the Dragon Ancestor. Following the guidance of their bloodline, they found the gap in the boundary wall that appeared after the Great Calamity began in the Tianyuan Realm, sneaked into Tianyuan, and headed straight for the Land of Extinction.

Along the way, due to their initial carelessness, they were slashed by sword cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness and attacked by cannons from Penglai in the Western Sea. The two cloud dragons at the Nascent Soul stage had long since abandoned their contempt for this Tianyuan Realm that had been dormant for many years.

Boss Yun now only wants to get things done quickly, devour the Dragon Ancestor's dragon soul, so that he can revert to his ancestral form as an ancient dragon and take another step forward on his path of cultivation.

Yun Laosan, who was smaller in size and even smaller in courage, had been timid ever since he learned of the terrifying legends of the Land of No Breath from a cultivator from the Western Sea. Now that he had arrived at the edge of the Land of No Breath, he was even more apprehensive and dared not go in.

"Brother, legend has it that the fog here never dissipates, isolating cultivators' divine senses and thoughts, and that countless vengeful spirits and evil creatures dwell there. Are the two of us enough? Should we go back first and find Uncle Long and the Dragon Masters?"

"Pah! You cowardly wretch! We Cloud Dragons are the darlings of the clouds, and mist is also a kind of cloud. This place is shrouded in mist, which is perfect for us to use. As for those vengeful spirits and evil ghosts, we are not afraid of the weak ones. The strong ones are all the wronged spirits of our Dragon Ancestors. The remnant souls of our own ancestors, how could they harm us?"

The eldest Yun spit in the third Yun spitting in its face, finally persuading it to join it in venturing into this desolate land!
The so-called "Land of Despair" is just a name given haphazardly by cultivators of the present-day Tianyuan Realm. How much do they know about the secrets of the ancient times?
This place was known in ancient times as the Meteor Dragon Sea. After the great calamity of the past flooded the land and the Western Desert turned into the Western Sea, the true dragons split into two groups. One group consisted of cloud dragons, earth dragons, and other true dragons that were not strong but very intelligent. They fled far beyond the boundary to avoid disaster. The other group consisted of azure dragons, golden dragons, candle dragons, and other true dragons that were very strong but not very intelligent. They cooperated with the Buddhist sect in this sea area to fight the evil demons to the death. They insisted on sharing life and death with the Tianyuan Realm, and followed the example of the witch clan and the demon clan to live and die with the Tianyuan Realm.

The result is self-evident. The true dragons who went far beyond the boundary have been living a carefree life in the myriad realms all these years. The Azure Dragons and Golden Dragons who used to look down on them have mostly perished in this Sea of ​​Fallen Dragons. The surviving true dragons were used by the ancient great powers as objects to suppress the various high-level demons and the Heavenly Demon Lord. They have not been able to escape to this day, and their endings are all very tragic!
After feeling the summons of the Dragon Ancestor, Elder Yun deliberately tried to extract information from Uncle Long and other Dragon Masters. He learned that their Cloud Dragon Clan had several intelligent ancient cloud dragons who participated in the battle of the Fallen Dragon, and their remnant souls were still in the Fallen Dragon Sea.

This was the stroke of luck and good fortune that Boss Yun had!
Suppressing his burning emotions, Boss Yun shielded his companion, Boss San, in front of him. The two dragons, one in front and one behind, drew in the clouds and mist, and disappeared into this place of utter desolation.

What it never expected was...

The remnant soul of the ancient cloud dragon is their ancestor, and it would never harm them.

But the remnants of other true dragon souls are other people's ancestors, and we will not show them any mercy!

"Ah! Who's entering my body!"

"Damn it, I've been violated too! It's a remnant soul possessing me! With the Great Calamity beginning, have these remnant souls of true dragons already awakened their past memories?!"

"Big brother, I told you I'd talk to Uncle Long and the others, but you wouldn't listen, and even if you did, you wouldn't believe me. Now look what's happened, you and I are doomed today! It's a good thing we didn't let Second Sister come, otherwise all three of us Yunlong heroes would have been wiped out today!"

"Alas, Second Sister's return to the ancient dragon bloodline and advancement to the sixth level of Void Refinement was a natural progression. She didn't need to take the same risks as you and me. If Second Sister were here today, how could we have suffered this calamity!"

"Stop talking, brother, let's go for a bit!"

"Third brother, I'm going!"

"Big brother, I'm leaving too!"

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"When you're out and about, I'll say it three times: Be careful, be careful, and be damn careful!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest with flowing long hair draped unrestrainedly over his shoulders, displaying a slightly dissolute appearance, gave instructions to his three disciples—one man and two women—behind him.

The group was dressed in standard robes, with four swords printed on the front and a large ancient seal script character, “干”, printed on the back.

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!
As disciples of Jin'ao Island, the three of them cultivated within the sect, always strictly adhering to the sect's ironclad rules.

Now, following their master, they have broken through the boundary and entered the Tianyuan Realm to seek opportunities in this land of desolation. It is the time to display what they have learned over the years and recklessly overcome everything. However, their master tells them to look back every step of the way and think thrice before acting. This is indeed somewhat contrary to the education they have received before.

"What do you know? In the past few years, the Tianyuan Realm has been low-key and quiet. Our ancient lineage has entered this realm by using the treasures within our sect. There is nothing that can threaten us. Since we are invincible, there is no need to be cautious."

But now that the Yuan Dynasty is reviving, all sorts of powerful ancient figures will awaken. Take this Land of Despair, for example. In the past, the remnants of true dragon souls were dazed and confused, without consciousness. Although we could not find their traces, they could not harm us.

But now, they may have regained their former consciousness, hiding in this mist to accumulate strength. If we were to encounter one of them, not only would you not be able to withstand it, but even I, your master, might not be able to!"

Looking at his three disciples, who were like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, with mediocre sword skills and even less intelligent minds, Li Sanyang gave them earnest advice.

As a sword cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, Li Sanyang could easily protect himself in this desolate place, but the difficulty of leading his apprentice to gain points increased dramatically. If he didn't pay attention and be vigilant, he really wouldn't be able to succeed!
"Master, look over there! Aren't those two cloud dragons?" The ordinary-looking, ordinary-cultivation senior brother shouted, pointing into the distance.

"Where are they? Where are they? It really is a cloud dragon! Oh no, there's a remnant soul of an ancient dragon trying to seize the bodies of these two cloud dragons. A remnant soul possessing a body is something even gods and immortals cannot stop. We cannot let them succeed. Disciples, wait here for now. I'm off!"

Just moments ago, Li Sanyang had said he should be cautious, but upon seeing that a remnant of an ancient dragon was plotting against the cloud dragons, he immediately transformed into a volatile old man. His sword struck before he did, and he followed the sword, becoming one with it. A dazzling sword light pierced through the vast fog and cleaved the two cloud dragons in two!

"Did Master kill the wrong one? Why kill Yunlong? Kill the remnant soul of an ancient dragon!" The junior sister, with her delicate face and explosive figure, had a cute and innocent personality that matched her appearance.

"Junior sister, you're so stupid. Master can't destroy the remnant soul of the ancient dragon with one sword. Of course, it would be easier to kill that little cloud dragon. As long as those two cloud dragons are killed, the remnant soul of the ancient dragon will have no body to occupy. Do you think Master went to save that cloud dragon? He's afraid that if the remnant soul of the ancient dragon takes over the body of the cloud dragon, it will become too powerful to control!" The straightforward and unloved senior brother explained in a deep voice.

"The Five Elements Sword Technique, the Life Like a Dream Sword Technique, the Three Thousand Milky Ways Falling—as expected of Master, he has already used three Heavenly-level sword techniques in such a short time!" The sword fanatic was indifferent, while the second senior sister, with her small chest and long legs, was completely immersed in her master's extraordinary swordsmanship.

"Don't you think this is terrible? We forced Master to use all his trump cards, yet these two cloud dragons are still completely unharmed?" Senior Brother Ordinary realized something was wrong. "The remnant souls of the ancient dragons have successfully possessed our bodies. Master is now facing two remnant souls of ancient dragons with the bodies of cloud dragons!" Second Senior Sister's expression was also solemn.

"What should we do? We must hurry and save our master!"

"Junior sister, don't be anxious. Master just told us to look back every step of the way and to think thrice before acting. Let's calm down first!"

"We can't stay calm! Master is about to be beaten to death by Yunlong!"

"Junior sister, you're too impulsive! You just went ahead and did it? Wait for me!"

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"The message says that in addition to two cloud dragons sneaking into the Land of Despair, four sword cultivators wearing golden turtle robes have also broken into the Land of Despair!"

On Penglai Immortal Island, in the Penglai Listening Wind Hall, which was responsible for monitoring all matters in the Western Sea, the hall master Yan Jinjian rubbed his temples, looking very troubled.

What kind of gods and monsters have he been listening to these days!
Su Qing, who was under close surveillance by the higher-ups, had just killed a high-ranking demon on Giant Corpse Island. This alarmed the higher-ups, who raised Su Qing's threat level from B to A, and ordered Su Qing to lead the Listening Wind Hall to monitor his every move in the West Sea around the clock.

Just as he learned that Su Qing was going to the Land of No Breath, he also overheard that two Nascent Soul cultivators and four sword cultivators with large "Damn" characters branded on their backs were also going to the Land of No Breath!

How much monthly salary does he earn that he has to live in constant fear, spying on these Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation level experts!
"Yunlong has gone, the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator has gone, and Su Qing will be arriving soon. The entire Land of Absolute Breath is in complete chaos. With gods fighting, will Penglai get involved?"

"Of course! If so many powerful figures can be attracted here, then the Land of Absolute Breath must hold an opportunity for creation. As the host of the Western Sea, how could Penglai possibly miss this chance!"

"That's right. Last time at the Celestial Master's Ruins, Liu Feng, that second-generation immortal, failed to do his job properly, causing Penglai to lose face and not achieve complete success. This time, we must make Penglai's name known in this Land of No Return!"

"How can I allow others to snore on my own land! My Penglai should march its army to annihilate your breath here. Whether it's the Cloud Dragon or the sword cultivators from the outside world, or even that Su Daoren who's been jumping around in the Western Sea, they all have to obediently kneel down before my Penglai!"

Compared to the distressed Yan Jinjian, his subordinate cultivators were excited and thrilled by the gossip, clamoring for a large army to be sent to the Land of Extinction.

"Is there nothing else to do? If there's nothing else to do, then organize this month's intelligence!"

Yan Jinjian gave a cold rebuke and told his subordinates to hurry up and get to work.

Want to get involved in the Land of Desolation? There are already three or four Nascent Soul cultivators there, while our Penglai only has one Nascent Soul Ancestor who is still in seclusion healing his injuries. How dare we go there and cause trouble!

"However, the ancient Heavenly Court ruins have been reopened. The three elders of the Liu, Zhao, and He families, holding the Yellow Pagoda fragments and aided by the immortal spiritual energy of the ancient Heavenly Court, should have no major problem advancing to the Nascent Soul stage. In addition, with Zhao Tianguan and Liu Laozu already being fifth-order gods, Penglai is not far from achieving the Five Gods' Equal to Heaven and launching the artificial Heavenly Court project. At this moment, stability is the most important thing. Even if there are some opportunities in that Land of Despair, it is not a pity for Penglai to lose them!"

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"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!"

At the heart of the Land of Despair, someone on the Prisoner Bull Treasure Ship groaned in agony.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Helian Xian, who had been crying out for death but had never actually died. He had outlasted all the other prisoners in the same group, and was the most resilient of them all.

Beside him, the 17th and 260th brothers kept their eyes closed and remained silent, not feeling sorry for Helian Xian, who was bleeding to the point of exhaustion, but only finding him noisy.

"Stop pretending. You two are scared too, aren't you? These past few days, these pirates and thieves have been killing people and sacrificing them to the Qiuniu every day. Today it might be our turn. Poor you two, born poor and following the wrong leader, you've never had a bit of luck. You're not as good as me, I've eaten, seen, and played. Even if I die, it'll be worth it!"

Helian Xian talked to himself, recalling his life, which was neither exciting nor exciting, but rather stingy.

The most memorable time was spent with Fellow Daoist Su and Fellow Daoist Liang in Baiyun Immortal City.

At that time, Fellow Daoist Su had not yet begun to rise to prominence, and Fellow Daoist Liang had just hooked up with a rich woman. Helian Xian, with the help of the Life-Saving Cloth, fought against third-tier great demons and killed fourth-tier great evils. He was as glorious and powerful as could be.

It's all my fault for being so short-sighted. I thought the women of the Demonic Sect in Demon Smoke City were charming and passionate, and that it wasn't worth going to the Immortal City by the Sea to build my career. In the end, I was swindled out of all my savings by the women of the Demonic Sect and ended up having to go to sea with my 17th and 260th brothers to earn money for my retirement.

"I, Helian Xian, wasted my life. My cultivation was insignificant, my weapon crafting was mediocre, and I died without a single child. I was more destitute and miserable than ordinary people. After I die, perhaps only my old friend Hai Shun will remember to offer incense for me occasionally!"

Helian Xian sighed and saw pirates carrying hooks, forks, knives and axes walking towards him from the cabin. He spat at them fiercely.
"Bah, so it's finally my turn? Come on, you grandsons, give your grandpa a quick death, or I'll splatter you with blood!"

"That old bastard's got a tough tongue. Fifth brother, go give that old bastard a few slaps!"

The bald-headed Taoist priest, who was in a bad mood, spoke to his companions. He then walked towards his 17th brother, complaining that the old Taoist's flesh was too tough and his blood too little, and that he wanted to sacrifice his 17th brother to Qiuniu first.

While fanning Helian Xian, the fifth brother couldn't help but complain:

"Kill one person today, kill one person tomorrow, at most we can kill until the day after tomorrow. But Qiuniu has not yet awakened and will not be able to lead us out of this desolate place. I'm afraid that once we kill these three, Boss Peng will turn his attention to our crew!"

"You're dreaming! We're both prisoners of Qiuniu, our bodies and souls controlled by him. Death would be a release, why suffer this endless torment!"

The bald-headed robber used a hook to pierce the 17th brother's shoulder, and was about to pull him down to the cabin to feed the prisoner ox when...

Unbeknownst to them, from the wound of the 17th brother, emanated Daoist runes that could only be perceived by those at the Nascent Soul stage. These runes, like guiding lights in the mist, attracted countless covetous eyes within the endless fog. (End of Chapter)