Immortality from Taming Elephant

Xu Guang did not leave Penglai directly, but intended to go into closed-door training here for a while.

He had just broken through to the Peak of Second Nirvana and needed some time to stabilize his cultivation.

Moreover, Jin Buhuan was still investigating the death of Jin Xiangyang, worried that there might be problems with that person.

He didn’t have many friends, but he cherished each one greatly.

This large lake was far from populated areas, the environment was tranquil, making it perfect for closed-door training.

As soon as General Wei entered the lake, he happily swam around, washing away the lingering demonic thoughts from the Fire Domain.

Xu Guang sat cross-legged on the stone platform in front of the wooden house, facing the blue waves, leaning against the green hills, and began regulating his breathing.

He first took some elixirs to restore his vitality and nourish his divine soul, then operated the Heart Sutra of Formless Tribulation to perfect his True Monarch Technique.

Meanwhile, he summarized all the means he currently possessed.

At this stage of the Second Nirvana, mere cultivation growth didn’t greatly enhance combat strength; in actual combat, it was the competition of each other’s Dao.

Because of the Golden Finger’s professional panel, Xu Guang had too many methods.

Some even during battle, he would sometimes subconsciously overlook.

In the sea of consciousness, the Heart Sword was suspended, its blade glowing with a chaotic color, cutting away and refining the residual alien energies invading the body one by one.

The Demonic Thought Coral swayed slightly, its dark purple light flickering, absorbing the negative emotions left from battle, instead becoming more vigorous.

In his Dantian, the True Monarch Aspect’s phantom floated.

The Dharma Aspect was formed, but still required continuous nurturing and polishing to exert maximum power.

Xu Guang immersed his heart spirit into the Dantian, carefully observing every detail of the True Monarch Aspect.

The left half bore the armor of the Five Emperors Chaos, with the Five-Colored Divine Light flowing, and the phantoms of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, and Qilin appearing faintly.

This was the foundation of martial arts, representing the cycle of the Five Elements, suppressing all magic.

Comprehending the cycle of generation and restraint of the Five Elements, he thoroughly integrated the Five Emperors’ Dharma Body with the Five Martial Arts Divine Powers, making the Chaos Armor more solid.

The right half bore the armor of the Demonic Thought Dragon Scale, with dark purple light restrained, and the dragon scale patterns clear and vivid.

It was formed by demonic thought power, representing devouring, erosion, chaos. He needed to keep absorbing demonic thoughts, strengthening the Demonic Thought Coral, and also enhancing his control over demonic thoughts.

Above his head, the Extreme Soul Light Wheel was intangible and formless, yet was the key to commanding all forces.

Extreme Soul power was the manifestation of his divine soul; he must continue cultivating the Heart Sutra of Formless Tribulation to enhance soul strength to perfectly wield the three powers in battle.

The Furnace Celestial Pattern on his chest glowed faintly with golden light.

This was the core of a Refining Pattern Master, representing the refinement of heaven and earth, forming one’s own rules.

"Human Furnace Great Practice" Celestial Pattern was still only Lv0; albeit strong, it had not yet reached its limits.

He needed to continuously comprehend, use, and elevate the level of the Celestial Pattern, even condense new Celestial Patterns.

Above his head, the Extreme Soul Light Wheel was intangible and formless, yet was the key to commanding all forces.

As he gained insight into himself, Xu Guang already understood the direction for his improvement in the future.

The highest priority naturally was the newly acquired profession of Refining Pattern Master.

The potential of Human Furnace Great Practice was immense; even without pushing it to the extreme, merely elevating it a few levels, he was confident he could handle existences like Yu Qing.

The Celestial Pattern could manifest all his techniques perfectly.

It was like a mage without any pre-casting delay.

Time silently passed in cultivation.

By the lakeside, with the sun rising and setting, the winds and clouds changing, Xu Guang sat like a boulder, his aura sometimes erupting like a volcano, sometimes as silent as a deep abyss.

General Wei sometimes played in the lake, sometimes lay beside Xu Guang guarding him, occasionally bringing some spirit fish from the lake, eating most himself, leaving a small portion beside Xu Guang.

Although Xu Guang didn’t eat during closed-door training, it was still his habit.

On this day, the twenty-fifth day of closed-door training.

Xu Guang opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness flashing briefly.

His aura was stronger than before he started the retreat.

It’s about enough.

Next, he needed to find a place where he could gain a large amount of experience points, to raise the Refining Pattern Master’s level and talent.

Just at this moment.

General Wei came out of the lake, with a faint light flickering on his ivory.

"Hanshang has summoned again?" Xu Guang frowned.

Since returning from the Dark World last time, he had been vigilant. With Hanshang’s current strength and original nature, unless at a life and death crisis, he wouldn’t call for him.

It had been less than a month, could there be trouble in Taoyuan?

Xu Guang stood up and communicated with General Wei, confirming that it was indeed Hanshang summoning, and...it seemed urgent.

"Let’s go and take a look."

Light and shadow swirled, the aura of the Dark World enveloped Xu Guang and General Wei once more.

In Taoyuan, the valley remained the same, but a sense of oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Hundreds knelt densely on the square in front of the Divine Temple; many were wounded, looking fearful.

Several elders kneeled at the forefront, their bodies trembling slightly.

Hanshang stood on the steps of the Divine Temple, her complexion grave, with a trace of anger in her eyes.

"True Monarch!" Feeling Xu Guang’s arrival, Hanshang suddenly looked up, a flash of relief and joy in her eyes, quickly replaced by solemnity.

"What happened?" Xu Guang walked out of the Divine Statue, looking at the terrified crowd on the square, frowning.

Hanshang took a deep breath, her voice slightly cold: "True Monarch, six days ago, a group of cultivators calling themselves the ’Pain God Cult’ came to Taoyuan. Leading them was a Peak of Second Nirvana cultivator named ’Cangwu’, with more than ten followers. They demanded we pay tribute to their ’Pain Spirit God’ and...and demolish your statue."

Xu Guang’s eyes turned cold.

"I refused, so they attacked." Hanshang gritted her teeth, "Killed seven of our guards, severely wounded more than twenty people. Cangwu said, he would give us ten days to reconsider, and if we don’t submit, they will raze Taoyuan to the ground."