How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Now that everything is settled, let's set off..."

Zhu Jiutong, who had circled around the valley for a long time, emerged with a broad smile on his round face.

After wandering for so long, he, the ninth prince of the Sun and Moon Empire, was finally able to return to his homeland, the Sun and Moon Temple!

It's still best to be at home. Even as the Ninth Prince, it's not safe. In the fierce and dangerous secret realms outside, there's always the risk of sudden death.

Li Muyun stretched his body, his true essence circulated freely, and his spiritual energy flowed smoothly. He was completely unharmed.

It's time to return to the Temple of the Sun and Moon.

"Alright, I should return to my sect now. I have gained many insights from this Demon Spirit Battlefield. My understanding of blood energy has reached a new level, and it seems that I have reached another breakthrough bottleneck. It is truly fortunate to have made friends with Young Master Li along the way."

Nightingale looked at Li Muyun, a hint of reluctance in her beautiful eyes. Such a perfect man is truly rare in this world.

But all good things must come to an end. Those beautiful things we see at first glance, we wonder if they can withstand the test of time…

The nightingale looked wistful; although the time was short, Li Muyun had left a deep impression on her.

I don't know if we'll ever meet again.

Some words are stuck in my throat, as if I can't say them, but if I don't say them, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance again.

After all, someone like him would never lack women around him.

"Well then, congratulations, Miss Ye. We'll meet again someday!"

Li Muyun cupped his hands in greeting and turned away with a carefree air.

Zhu Jiutong stared at Nightingale, sighed almost imperceptibly, cupped his hands in greeting, and left with Li Muyun.

The two walked along the main road and went straight back to the Temple of the Sun and Moon.

The nightingale walked along the secluded path back to the Haotian Sect.

By chance, the paths intersect and diverge, but with mountains high and rivers long, who can say that there is no way forward?

Li Muyun and Zhu Jiutong traversed the desolate wilderness, climbing mountains and wading through rivers. The journey was long and leisurely, allowing them to appreciate the rare scenery between cities in this secluded valley.

The mountain people along the way work at sunrise and rest at sunset, fishing, hunting, and singing, living a quiet and primitive life.

Even in an era when the path of immortality flourished and cultivation was practiced universally, people still lived a life of slash-and-burn agriculture and raw meat consumption.

For ordinary people, a person who cultivates spirituality is like a god. In a poor village, if there is even one person who cultivates spirituality, it is as if the whole village has lost a great deal of incense.

All cultivators must possess spiritual veins and spiritual roots. Whether cultivating martial arts or pursuing immortality, spiritual roots are fundamental. Without spiritual roots, one cannot absorb the true energy of heaven and earth to enrich oneself.

Cultivating oneself allows one to open a celestial abode, nurture spiritual consciousness, and cultivate true essence. True essence is more refined and condensed than blood and qi, and its power is more formidable.

Therefore, immortals are even rarer. Because they can release true essence, the aura of true essence is smooth and unique, and is the essence and light of heaven and earth. In ancient times, people who saw this aura called it immortal aura. Those who can cultivate and release this aura are generally called immortals.

Immortals refer to cultivators who practice the path of true essence, not to powerful immortals above the Mahayana level.

Even in the most powerful Eastern Continent today, immortal beings are extremely rare, and their whereabouts are seldom seen.

The abilities of immortals allow them to manipulate the laws of nature, move mountains and fill seas, summon wind and rain, and destroy the world with a single thought, leaving behind countless tales of the divine...

The two transformed into streaks of spiritual light, sweeping across the desolate villages. Upon seeing this, the villagers in the distance prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, fearing that disrespecting the immortals would bring great disaster upon them.

Cultivators are high above ordinary people, and even the weakest Qi Refining cultivator can take lives at will.

Not to mention those like Li Muyun and Zhu Jiutong, who are at the Nascent Soul stage.

A Nascent Soul cultivator is already a powerful figure, a pillar of the sect, and can be considered a Nascent Soul expert.

However, both of them come from top-tier families and have high standards. The things they usually come into contact with are magnificent and vast, far surpassing the existence of Nascent Soul cultivators, which makes Nascent Soul cultivators seem insignificant.

That's not the case. Being able to establish one's foundation in a city is enough to make one a powerful figure, while being able to reach the Golden Core stage is already a great cultivator, capable of protecting one's clan for three generations.

If the two of them stopped and did not get involved in the situation of heaven and earth, but instead bent down and focused on the details, merging into the county and city, they would know their own strength.

However, looking around the world, Nascent Soul cultivators seem to be nothing special, hardly worthy of being considered refined.

Li Muyun's figure soared through the clouds, his breath changing amidst the mist, as if divine light shone upon him, making him appear as red as white, overlooking all living beings.

My mind was filled with countless thoughts and feelings.

Ultimately, it's just a struggle against the heavens, a contest to be equal to the heavens. If one doesn't strive to be equal to the heavens, how much joy and freedom can one find in life?

But this thought only appeared for a moment before he suppressed it.

If one does not aspire to the heavens, how is one any different from those who are preoccupied with trivial matters, whose lives are as fleeting as morning dew or ephemeral as a mayfly?

"Hahaha! How wonderful! At that time, I will surely drink wine in the breeze and take in the magnificent scenery of all the heavens and rivers!"

Li Muyun felt a strong wind blowing through him. He had experienced many battles, witnessed the Heavenly Dao, and even shattered the grand scene of the Heavenly Dao. He had used the Immortal Sword. At this moment, he felt extremely happy and exhilarated!

"Since Brother Li is in such a good mood, I've brought some wine with me!"

"Excellent! Let's have a good drink!"

Li Muyun took the fine, carved celadon wine, unscrewed it, and gulped it down. The wine spilled onto his chest, fell from the sky, weaved through the thick clouds, and filled the air with its aroma.

As the wine enters the heart, its aroma lingers and twists, its fragrance intoxicating and captivating. When emotions run deep, the wine's fragrance lingers and meanders.

At this moment, drinking wine in the breeze, overlooking the verdant mountains and rivers, with the wind and clouds blowing across the horizon, this moment is priceless and irreplaceable; one truly feels as ethereal as an immortal!

After the two passed by, a fragrant peach grove grew out of the ground where the wine had been spilled. Later generations called it the Peach Blossom Grove, and the immortals flying around in the sky were called the Peach Blossom Immortals.

The two were naturally unaware of the interesting things happening in this world, nor of the trivial matters here. After braving the wind and rain all the way, they finally returned to the familiar Hongcheng.

Thanks to the convenient array formation in Hongcheng, the two of them returned to Jinling capital city without much effort, following the teleportation array.

The ancient city of Jinling is steeped in history and beauty, and is further protected by the Temple of the Sun and Moon. Legend has it that every day at sunrise and sunset, the sun and moon shine brightly, reflecting each other and casting a divine light that illuminates the entire city of Jinling.

It's hard to imagine that Nanjing, an ancient city known for its youthful charm, is also a city of iron and blood.

The Sun and Moon Emperors reigned here, waging a fierce battle that nearly turned the sky upside down, with blood flowing like rivers. The entire city was stained with a tragic and heroic aura, but they were surrounded by powerful enemies and beset by internal and external troubles.

The old friends of Nanjing fought bravely and defended the city to the death. What was originally considered to be the weakest link that would collapse at the first touch was transformed into a counterattack, and countless enemies fell to the city.

This battle brought them instant fame; the imagery of swords and horses amidst the fragrance of flowers perfectly encapsulates the essence of this ancient city of Jinling.