Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

Celestial Spring Peak.

Suddenly, a Sword Servant’s shrill wail of extreme pain echoed through the air, sharp enough to tear one’s throat apart. The profound agony within it could make anyone’s skin crawl.

The wail lasted only for a brief moment before abruptly stopping, as if her strength and Divine Soul were completely drained in that single cry, leaving only a broken echo trembling in the air.

Soon, tranquility returned to the cave abode on the Celestial Spring Peak.

However, in the pool, the Cyan-Horned Bull stared wide-eyed towards the direction of the cave abode.

"Moo!"

With a low moo, the Cyan-Horned Bull appeared anxious, as if concerned about the situation inside the cave abode.

Yet in the next moment, the door of the cave abode opened, and a Spirit Fruit flew out.

"Stupid bull, nothing’s wrong."

At Lin Chang’an’s exasperated voice, the Cyan-Horned Bull then anxiously watched the cave abode, its eyes filled with worry.

The Sword Servant had fed it for many years; the scream felt as painful as a Demon Beast having its Demon Core extracted.

Inside the cave abode, the Phoenix Cry Bird flapped its wings, showing a rare hint of urgency in its eyes.

"What? Want me to forge a Magical Treasure for you using a similar method?"

Hearing Lin Chang’an’s voice again, the Phoenix Cry Bird frantically shook its head in fright.

It was, after all, of a Demon Beast’s body, having no need for such a painful method.

"Master..."

At this moment, inside the cave abode, the Sword Servant’s face was ashen, and she was utterly drained of strength, even her voice was extremely faint.

"Calm your thoughts, I’ll assist you in circulating your Cultivation Technique to restore, and the Pill made from the Thunder Dragon Essence Blood will stabilize your Realm to aid quick recovery."

Lin Chang’an gently soothed her, while the Sword Servant lay limp in his arms, with a wound visible on the back of her neck.

And what was truly terrifying was that before them floated a spine, shimmering with Spiritual Light and stained with blood.

The Sword Servant used her own spirit bone as the foundation to forge her Lifebound Treasure, but lacked the most suitable treasure like what a Demon Beast would shed.

Thus, she had to resort to such extreme measures.

And among a cultivator’s body, only the spine is most spiritual.

Lin Chang’an took a deep breath and slowly circulated the Profound Celestial Mana within him to help stabilize the Sword Servant’s Realm and heal her injuries.

Though a Core Formation Cultivator’s physique cannot compare to a Demon Beast, it far surpasses ordinary understanding; injuries like this are merely severe wounds, with strong self-recovery capabilities.

But to forge a Magical Treasure that most resonates with oneself, the Sword Servant poured a significant amount of Essence Blood into the extraction of her spirit bone.

For a typical Core Formation Cultivator, a regression in cultivation would be considered fortunate, dropping a Great Realm wouldn’t be uncommon.

However, thanks to the rich materials from the Thunder Dragon, along with Lin Chang’an’s Profound Celestial Mana, and the innate regenerative abilities of the Sword Servant’s bloodline, the cultivation was merely unstable, without major regression.

"Mas...ter..."

The Sword Servant lay on Lin Chang’an’s knee, a faint, warm smile appearing on her pale cheeks.

At this moment, even though severely injured, the Sword Servant was extremely relaxed.

Slowly slipping into unconsciousness, she didn’t forget to circulate mana within her body.

At this time, Lin Chang’an quietly looked at the spirit bone before him, gently stroking it as if it were a sleeping kitten.

"With this spirit bone, coupled with the material from the Thunder Dragon’s dual horns, crafting the most resonant Magical Treasure is assured."

The two horns on the Thunder Dragon’s head are the hardest and sharpest treasures of its body, also top-grade materials for crafting Magical Treasures.

...

Half a year later, Yun Yao’s Sound Transmission Talisman finally lit up.

On this day, in the pavilion, the peach trees had withered, and Yun Yao sat silently on a stone stool.

"Brother Lin, you found out."

"Yes, at the trade fair in Sea Abyss City, I met Huang Tianxiao and traded for He Yan’s remains."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yao sighed softly, facing Lin Chang’an’s gaze, rarely averted it.

It wasn’t because of guilt over He Yan.

After all, in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, one’s life was long out of their own hands.

"I’ve entrusted He Yan’s ashes to the Profound Sound Pavilion’s ship to be taken back to Cyan Bamboo Mountain Market and buried with Old He."

Lin Chang’an, who had lived over two hundred years, though accustomed to seeing life and death, couldn’t help but feel a wave of solitude upon witnessing the fall of a fellow.

The longer the cultivation path, the more lonely it becomes.

"But I think if Old He were aware in the afterlife, he’d smile broadly, now that his grandson, He Yan, was a Fake Pill Cultivator."

Suddenly, Lin Chang’an’s tone shifted to a relaxed smile.

Old He had always hoped for his grandson, He Yan, to distinguish himself as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, life and death were long overlooked.

"Who knows, one day we might meet the same end. Hopefully, there will be someone to collect our bones by then."

Yun Yao resonated deeply, caught in the whirlpool, unsure when she might vanish from this world.

"Yun Yao, there are many things you haven’t told me."

Lin Chang’an gently sighed, stepping forward to look at Yun Yao’s hairpin, revealing a smile.

"Brother Lin."

Under the bright sunshine, the two sat within the pavilion, gazing at the beautiful mountain scenery. Yun Yao, for once, let her guard down, leaning against this reassuring chest.

Fellow cultivators who have come this far, some reached the end of their lives, like Erniu, Shen Lie, Lu Qingqing, and Wei Buyi.

Or buried elsewhere, like He Yan.

The Golden Crow sets in the west, and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east.

"Brother Lin, that Profound Yin Old Devil is sinisterly treacherous, extremely vicious, having coveted a treasure within the Demon Beast Abyss’s foremost Secret Realm for centuries.

When the time comes, he’ll clash with several old monsters in the Secret Realm, that’s when our opportunity arises."

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