Practice begins with immortality

In Xizhou, two figures, one black and one white, appeared on an underwater whirlpool.

The two stood on the sea, and the water under their feet automatically parted, forming a bottomless crack.

One of the figures in white robes took out a jade talisman from his arms and threw it towards the vortex on the seabed.

However, before the jade talisman fell into the vortex, it was crushed into powder by an invisible force.

Seeing this, the man in black robe said, "Brother, I've said it before, it's useless to do this."

"Laodong... Ancestor, you have always had your own plans and arrangements over the years."

Hearing this, the white-robed man replied helplessly, "I had no other choice. At that time, the Holy Blood Sect not only had Blood Souls but also many Nascent Soul cultivators. If they had joined forces to attack us, even with our immense strength, we would have been forced to flee."

"However, they were all wiped out by some unknown force in a short period of time."

"If I can't figure out what this power is, I really can't feel at ease."

"Who cares? We're not the ones dying. Just be careful next time." The black-robed man said nonchalantly, as if unconcerned about his companion's death. He then continued, "In two hundred years at most, the Immortal Demon Transformation will be complete."

"By then, you and I will be able to become one again and break through to the God Transformation stage." The black-robed man's voice revealed a hint of anticipation and excitement.

"Moreover, the combined power of immortals and demons is far beyond that of ordinary gods. By then, maybe we can..." The black-robed man's words came to an abrupt halt, but greed and ambition flashed in his eyes.

A closer look revealed that, aside from their aura and martial arts, the two figures in black and white robes were identical in every way. Their faces, figures, and demeanors were identical, as if they were two different versions of the same person. This strange phenomenon filled one with confusion and fear.

"In that case, let's forget it." The man in white robe thought for a moment and said, "There's no need for us to argue here anymore. After all, it's meaningless now." There was a hint of helplessness and relief in his tone.

"Yes, you are right." The black-robed man nodded in agreement, then continued, "You go back to being a wandering monk from Beidao, and I will go back to being the head elder of my Tianmo lineage. Everything will continue as usual."

After the black-robed man finished speaking, he turned and left without even glancing back. His figure gradually disappeared, leaving only silence.

The man in the white robe watched the black-robed figure recede into the distance. He stood there for a long moment, lost in thought. A moment later, he too turned and left. His steps were as light as a swallow's, as elusive as a ghost's. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot.

It turns out that both of them were differentiated from the chief elder of the Heavenly Demon lineage. Their purpose was to be able to practice the immortal and demonic techniques at the same time, and achieve the requirements of the immortal-demon transformation: combining immortality and demons into one, and thus breaking through the realm of transformation.

And if someone could dive into the seabed, pass through the terrifying underwater whirlpool, and reach a depth of ten thousand feet, he would find a mysterious place - an ancient altar.

The altar was somewhat mottled by the erosion of time, but it was covered with countless strange runes, as if containing endless magic and secrets. In the center of the altar, an old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged.

"It's almost there..." the gray-robed old man muttered in a low voice, his eyes revealing a kind of eagerness and anticipation.

"In a hundred years at most, I will be able to completely break this seal and obtain the pure demonic energy left by the ancient demon lords." His voice was full of excitement and greed, as if he had already seen that powerful force about to fall into his hands.

This grey-robed elder was none other than the God-transforming ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, the Human-Demon Venerable. Having cultivated the demonic path for years, his strength was unfathomable, and he constantly sought ways to enhance his cultivation. This ancient altar was a treasure he had discovered.

“The ancient Demon Lords are cultivators from the great world, and their cultivation is basically at the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm or even perfect. If I can refine the pure demonic energy they left behind, I might even be able to break through to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm!” The eyes of the Human Demon Lord flashed with brilliance, as if the opportunity for a breakthrough was right before his eyes.

"By then, except for the South China Sea, everything in the world will become nourishment for me to make further progress, hahahaha!!!" He laughed crazily.