I have changed my destiny and become an unparalleled immortal.

She took a deep look at the silver-haired man, slowly stood up, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"It was Wan Yin's wishful thinking that disturbed my benefactor and Senior Sword Master. I will remember your life-saving grace and will never cause you the slightest trouble again."

After saying that, Su Wanyin turned around in a daze, transformed into a streak of light, and flew unsteadily into the sky.

Watching Su Wanyin leave, Gu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a close call! I almost ruined my reputation..."

Gu Yun turned her head and looked at Mo Qianyan with a fawning expression.

"My lady, now the cause and effect are completely severed. Are you satisfied with my performance just now?"

Mo Qianyan snorted coldly, but leaned into his arms without hesitation, her voice as soft as snow.

"So-so. When we get back, you'll be punished by washing yourself in the sacred spring behind the mountain."

"Alright! My wife has spoken, and I will risk my life for her!"

Gu Yun swept him up in his arms and, amidst the suppressed laughter of the surrounding disciples, transformed into a streak of light and flew back to the Supreme Heartless Peak.

This Supreme Heartless Peak has become the Supreme Indulgence Peak.

……

Back in his bedchamber, Gu Yun settled Mo Qianyan in, but then he went over the whole incident in his mind again.

"The causal relationships in the Book of Destiny are simply too uncontrollable. This time I was lucky to run into a silly girl who overthinks things. But what if I run into a ruthless character next time who goes back and wipes out the founder of the Cold Moon Palace? Wouldn't my wife and children just vanish on the spot?"

Gu Yun looked at the eleven Dao Foundations that had already solidified in his Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The remaining two illusory beads, representing tactile desire and mental desire, have no foundation.

"With only two more Dao Foundations remaining, my 'Thirteen Pearls of the Purple Mansion' will reach its perfect state, at which point I can truly enter the Foundation Establishment stage. However, the energy required to fill these two foundations is simply enormous. Where can I find so many rare and precious materials and peerless ferocious beasts..."

Gu Yun stroked his chin, his eyes flickering.

As night deepened, the fire in the warm pavilion of the Supreme Heartless Peak dispelled the chill of the outside world.

Although cultivators may not be afraid of the cold, they still need to maintain their own physical strength.

Who could resist a more comfortable environment, especially with Gu Yun here?

Gu Yun sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, looking at Mo Qianyan who was combing her long hair in front of the mirror, his eyes deep.

"Qianyan, I have carefully examined Chengfeng's body."

Gu Yun broke the silence first, her brows furrowing slightly.

"His blood and qi are like a dragon, and you have indeed refined them to an excellent level with countless rare and precious materials. He can even withstand a Foundation Establishment cultivator with his physical body alone. However... his meridians are blocked, and his dantian is like an iron plate. He is a completely spiritually depleted body, unable to retain even a trace of spiritual energy."

Mo Qianyan put down the jade comb in her hand, turned around, and a worried look appeared on her pretty face.

"For the past eighteen years, I have searched through all the ancient books of the Cold Moon Palace and even secretly sought the Marrow Cleansing Pill from the Medicine King Valley, but to no avail. I can only teach him some extreme mortal martial arts techniques, along with tempering his body with demon blood."

She sighed softly.

"But in this world of cultivation, if one cannot transform spiritual energy into one's own, relying solely on a mortal body, one's lifespan will ultimately be no more than a hundred years. The end of the martial path... is too short."

Gu Yun stepped forward and gently embraced his wife, his large hands stroking her back.

"Don't worry. Although the Great Wilderness Body I cultivate is also a path of body cultivation, it's because I have the support of creation within my body. If he forces himself to continue cultivating it, he will only burn his internal organs dry."

Gu Yun narrowed his eyes, and a scene from eighteen years ago in Falling Star Valley flashed through his mind.

"Qianyan, do you still remember that monk who rode a nine-grade golden lotus and cultivated the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Vajra Body in the Cangyuan Secret Realm?"

Mo Qianyan thought for a moment and nodded.

"Juekong, the Buddhist disciple of Vajra Temple. Back then, you withstood his palm strike and severely injured him, yet he ran faster than anyone else. Why bring him up all of a sudden?"

"When I fought him back then, he blurted out a sentence."

A glint of light flashed in Gu Yun's eyes.

He said I had the aura of a witch.

"The Witch Clan?"

Mo Qianyan was stunned.

This term is extremely unfamiliar in the Cangbei Spirit Realm today, and is only occasionally mentioned in the oldest legends.

"That's right. The bald monk is knowledgeable and experienced, especially about a sacred place like Vajra Temple with a long history. He would never speak without reason."

Gu Yun stroked his chin.

"I suspect that the reason Chengfeng has no spiritual root but is born with a violent bloodline is very likely because he inherited some kind of hidden bloodline from me. And this bloodline may be related to the so-called witch clan."

Gu Yun stood up, stretched his muscles that had cracked so loudly, and a hint of excitement ignited in his eyes:

"Since the ordinary path of cultivation is blocked, we can only look for other paths! Tomorrow I will go to Vajra Temple to catch up with that old bald monk Juekong."

Upon hearing this, Mo Qianyan, slightly worried, tugged at his sleeve and handed Gu Yun a small teleportation talisman.

"The Vajra Temple is a Buddhist patriarch in the Cangbei Spiritual Domain, with unfathomable depths and an ancient holy monk at the Nascent Soul stage presiding over it. When you go there... do not act as recklessly as you did in the secret realm back then."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yun accepted the talisman, lowered his head, kissed Mo Qianyan on the forehead, and grinned:

"Don't worry, Madam. I'm going there to pay a visit and seek knowledge, not to cause trouble. As long as those monks speak politely, I will treat them with courtesy."

……

The next morning.

Gu Yun did not bring that conspicuous black sword; that sword could be said to be exclusively for Chengfeng.

How can a father fight with his son over a weapon?

Gu Yun changed into a low-key light blue long gown.

With his long, silver-gray hair casually tied up, he looked like a handsome and enigmatic young master from a noble family.

Before leaving, he glanced at Gu Chengfeng, who was running around the yard being bitten by the little tan dog.

He shook his head, then his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light, heading straight for Wanfo Mountain in the western part of the Cangbei Spiritual Domain.

Jingang Temple is located at the top of Wanfo Mountain.

This place is bathed in Buddhist light year-round, with the sounds of chanting filling the air. In the void, the golden swastika symbol faintly circulates, majestic and sacred.

Gu Yunlu stood before the majestic gate of Jingang Temple.

Above the mountain gate, a huge golden swastika symbol floats.

This Dharma seal is formed from the power of ancient Buddhas by the founder of the Vajra Temple. Over countless years, it has suppressed the supreme fortune of Wanfo Mountain, making it impervious to all laws and warding off all evil.

Without warning, the golden swastika seal that had hung high for millennia inexplicably trembled.

It was as if it were some kind of mysterious attraction!

A wisp of pure golden Buddhist light, thousands of times finer than a strand of hair, silently detached itself from the enormous Dharma seal, as if it had acquired its own consciousness.

It flashed gently in the void, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, and without any hindrance, it automatically disappeared into Gu Yun's lower abdomen!

Gu Yun's body suddenly froze.

"Um?"

He frowned slightly, and a faint warmth suddenly rose from the depths of his dantian.

Gu Yun immediately sent a wisp of his divine sense to examine his dantian, only to find it still empty. The warmth had vanished completely, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

But in the deepest part of his dantian, which his divine sense could not detect, there was a tiny golden swastika phantom.

"Strange...is it just my imagination?"

Gu Yun stroked his chin, preoccupied with his son's future, and couldn't afford to delve into these trivial details.

Anyway, his current physical body is quite strange, and his dantian is just sitting there empty, as long as it doesn't stop him from beating people up.

He intended to step forward and announce his arrival as per custom, but the two Foundation Establishment stage martial monks guarding the gate, seeing no fluctuation of spiritual energy from him, assumed he was merely a mortal nobleman coming to offer incense. The two Foundation Establishment stage martial monks responsible for guarding the mountain gate felt that the swastika seal above their heads had inexplicably flickered for a moment. They rubbed their eyes, and when they looked up again, the seal was still dazzlingly golden, solemn and majestic.

"Senior brother, did the Buddha's light flash just now?"

"Nonsense! The ancestral master's Dharma seal is eternally existent; how could it possibly flicker? You must have dozed off while chanting scriptures last night and your eyes were playing tricks on you!"

At the same time, under the Bodhi tree on the back hill.

Master Juekong was picking up his teacup, preparing to take a sip, when suddenly, without warning, his wrist twitched, and the scalding tea spilled onto the stone table.

He suddenly clutched his chest, as if some kind of mysterious fortune passed down through the millennia of Vajra Temple had been taken away without anyone noticing.

Juekong quickly closed his eyes and began to calculate with one hand, the prayer beads spinning rapidly at his fingertips.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Amitabha... The secrets of heaven are confusing, and the cause and effect are unpredictable."

……

"Please wait, benefactor. There is a grand Dharma assembly in the temple today, and we are not receiving outsiders."

The monk stood with one hand raised, his tone indifferent.

Gu Yun sighed. Sure enough, being polite didn't work in the cultivation world; he had to use the common greetings of the cultivation world.

He didn't speak, but simply took half a step forward.

boom!

An extremely pure and violent aura instantly made the legs of the two monks go weak.

"thump."

He knelt down with a thud, his face filled with horror.

"Go and tell your Buddhist disciple, Juekong."

Gu Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed like muffled thunder throughout the entire Vajra Temple complex:

"Tell me about Gu Yun, an old friend from Falling Star Valley eighteen years ago, who has come to pay his respects!"

Upon hearing this, a violent surge of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the depths of the Vajra Temple.

Immediately afterwards, a golden rainbow shot out from the main hall and landed in front of the mountain gate.

The newcomer was dressed in a brocade robe, holding a nine-ringed staff, with a solemn and dignified appearance, and a halo of Buddha light flowing behind his head.

He was none other than Master Juekong, the abbot of Vajra Temple, who was second on the Hidden Dragon List back then and is now at the late Golden Core stage!

However, when Juekong clearly saw the silver-haired man in a blue robe standing outside the mountain gate, whose appearance was like that of a twenty-year-old youth...

The corners of the usually calm and composed eyes of this enlightened monk began to twitch uncontrollably.

Eighteen years!

The old madman who almost destroyed his invincible body with a single sword strike back then not only didn't die, but even his youthful appearance remained unchanged.

Instead, his aura became even more unfathomable!

Two days ago, the Cangyuan Secret Realm opened, and the news of this killing god breaking out of his coffin had already spread throughout the Cangbei Spirit Realm.

Juekong thought that as long as he stayed at home, he could avoid this karma, but he didn't expect that this demon star would come and block the door!

"Amitabha..."

Juekong forced himself to calm down, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and said with a wry smile.

"Benefactor Gu, it has been eighteen years since we last met. Your demeanor is even more refined than before. May I ask what brings you to our Vajra Temple today?"

Seeing Juekong's alarmed expression, Gu Yun couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Master, you are overthinking it. The grudges of that year have long been settled in the secret realm. Today, I, Gu, will not bring a sword, only wine."

Gu Yun raised a flask of spirit wine that he had somehow acquired.

"I've come to ask you a question."

Seeing that Gu Yun indeed had no murderous aura, Jue Kong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved aside.

"Please follow this humble monk to the Zen temple on the back mountain."

……

Behind the mountain, under the serene Bodhi tree.

Gu Yun didn't stand on ceremony, sitting down on the stone bench with an air of authority and getting straight to the point.

"Master, my son is eighteen years old this year. He has a body that cannot absorb spiritual energy, a body devoid of spiritual energy. But when I examine his physical body, his vitality far surpasses that of ordinary people. I remember you once said that I possess the aura of the Witch Clan. I want to know, what exactly is this Witch Clan?"

Juekong paused slightly as he was brewing tea, then looked up at Gu Yun with an extremely solemn expression.

"I see... Since your son inherited your constitution, he naturally cannot cultivate immortality."

Juekong put down the teapot, put his hands together, and slowly began to speak.

"Benefactor Gu, in the cultivation world, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through spiritual roots is considered the orthodox practice. However, in the extremely ancient primordial era, there was no spiritual energy in the world, only chaos and malevolent energy. The rulers of the earth at that time were the Witch Clan."

"The Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, does not seek immortality, and does not respect heaven and earth. They only cultivate the physical body! They swallow the evil energy of heaven and earth and the essence of demonic beasts into their bodies, and inscribe totem patterns on their bones and flesh. With pure physical strength, they can tear apart true dragons with their bare hands and tread on stars."

Gu Yun's eyes narrowed upon hearing this. This description was exactly the same as his "Great Wilderness Body" and the dantian without spiritual energy!

"Then why are the Witch Clan no longer seen in the cultivation world?"