Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Roar! Roar!

The demon lair was filled with the incessant roars of demons.

The demonic energy here was incredibly dense. As soon as Lin Zheyu passed through the energy barrier, he felt the thick energy, constantly trying to seep into his body.

Chirp—

A demon resembling a mouse but measuring a full three or four meters long suddenly shot out from the dense forest.

Lin Zheyu walked across the void, casually waving his hand, slicing out a blade arc. With a chirp, the demon fell to the ground, shattered into pieces.

"Thank you, senior!"

The woman, who had been chased by the demon, stopped herself and respectfully thanked Lin Zheyu.

Without looking back, Lin Zheyu accelerated toward the nearest space-time node.

His intervention was merely a casual act.

As humans, seeing a fellow being chased by demons, it’s a trivial matter that wouldn’t bring him any trouble.

Lin Zheyu wasn’t so cold-hearted to let someone die without intervening.

Da da da—

"Slay!"

From not far away, the sound of uniform and powerful footsteps echoed.

With a loud shout of "slay," terrifying killing intent soared into the sky, coalescing into a massive figure over ten meters tall.

This figure donned a black, menacing armor — unique to the Demon Suppression Army — wielding a massive and fearsome long blade.

As the shout echoed, the long blade slashed towards the distant demon’s head.

Lin Zheyu glanced curiously as he passed by.

This was a hundred-man squad from the Demon Suppression Army, each soldier enveloped in astonishing evil energy, their bodies swelling and parts of them demonized.

"The elite soldiers of the hundred-man squad, using the military formation, can coalesce a Dharma Illusion comparable to Foundation Establishment strength — truly one of Great Wei’s strongest armies." Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but think.

This was only a hundred-man squad.

If it were a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand soldiers, the Dharma Illusion they could coalesce would reach a terrifying level of power.

Lin Zheyu merely glanced casually.

He didn’t see Guo Wenzi and Chen Ding, so he paid no more attention.

In the demon lair, there were many such elite squads of the Demon Suppression Army.

In Lin Zheyu’s perception, he had seen two such squads along his journey.

This military formation, composed of soldiers, lacked flexibility and mainly aimed to clear out powerful demons residing in the lair.

As for the weaker ones, they were hunted by ten-man squads or other cultivators.

Whoosh~~

The wind roared past his ears, and soon, Lin Zheyu arrived near the space-time node.

Rustle~~~

The sound of flowing water resounded — the magic river flowed.

The places where space-time nodes existed were always accompanied by rivers containing pure demonic energy, flowing from the space-time rift, coalescing into magic rivers that eroded the land.

"Passing this city gate, slowly stepping through the Guo gate, aligning our demeanor solemnly, respectfully observing the ritual. At that time, Ananda, while begging for food, traversed a lustful room, fell victim to an illusion technique, Mara convinced the likes of Māra’s daughter to wield Sabbhika’s primordial curse..."

As Lin Zheyu approached, a soft whisper reached his ears.

Though not deeply versed in Buddhism, Lin Zheyu instantly recognized that this was a Buddhist scripture.

The moment he heard the scripture, a sense of peace enveloped Lin Zheyu’s heart, emanating compassion from within, his face becoming extraordinarily serene.

Lin Zheyu squinted his eyes, looking toward the space-time node.

There, a young monk sat cross-legged.

The monk clasped his hands together, wore a gentle smile, reciting unknown scriptures from his slightly parted lips.

Behind him stood a gigantic illusion of a Buddha, which overshadowed the rift of the time-space node.

The immense rift lay at the Buddha’s brow, resembling the Buddha’s third eye.

From the rift flowed an unending stream of river water rich in demonic energy, like black tears slipping down the Buddha’s brow.

Closer inspection would reveal that the image of the Buddha was fashioned in the young monk’s likeness.

Lin Zheyu was captivated with just a glance.

In his perception, the Buddha’s illusion enlarged without end. Soon it towered over everything, becoming the sole deity of the entire realm.

Resonant, solemn chants filled with compassion reverberated from the Buddha’s mouth.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zheyu was tempted to clasp his hands in prayer and kneel.

To offer reverence to the great Buddha.

"Hmm?"

"Such a strange Buddhist power..."

Lin Zheyu shuddered, snapping out of the illusion.

His chest heaved as he gasped for breath.

Moments ago, a thought had suddenly arisen in Lin Zheyu’s heart — to put down the knife and embrace Buddhism — even if for just a moment, it was startling.

Lin Zheyu sensed no anomaly in his Divine Soul, nor did the vast golden energy in his sea of consciousness stir.

The Buddhist power, inexplicably bypassing his consciousness and soul, directly affected his spirit.

"I am Xiao Yu, from the Martial Alliance. Greetings, master."

Lin Zheyu clasped his hands in respect to the monk.

The monk’s strength was formidable and peculiar, able to evoke Lin Zheyu’s devotion without affecting his Divine Soul.

He remained vigilant, quickly invoking the legitimacy of the Martial Alliance.

Lin Zheyu genuinely worried the monk might abandon ethics and forcibly convert him.

He might actually struggle to resist then.

This kind of strange ability that directly impacts the spirit, even Source Power couldn’t help — it couldn’t change his spirit or thoughts.