Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

The Lightning Thunderclap Eagle tore through the sky at incredible speed, the scenery below blurring in a mad dash backward.

Lin Chang’sheng sat cross-legged on its back, immersed in comprehending the restrictions on the Ancient Bronze Mirror.

This mirror was far from ordinary; if it could unleash its power at the third layer, it’d be something no one could underestimate.

According to Sword Elder’s guidance, the Immortal Palace was more than a million miles from here. Even traveling at the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle’s speed of tens of thousands of miles a day, it would take at least a month to arrive.

During this month, Lin Chang’sheng planned to refine the mirror’s restrictions to about the seventh layer; only then would he be able to wield a third of its power.

There was no telling what other abilities this mirror had, apart from reflecting damage.

After all, judging by the twenty-two restrictions, Lin Chang’sheng could tell this Ancient Bronze Mirror was definitely a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure level artifact.

If he could tap into its true strength, it would dramatically bolster Lin Chang’ssheng’s capabilities.

So Lin Chang’sheng sat cross-legged, refining the restrictions, with Zhao Shuang’Er quietly watching him from the side.

She seemed almost as if she wanted to see straight through him.

This man was an enigma to her—young, yet shrouded in mystery.

They’d been in the Land of Evil all these years and not one had obtained a Divine inheritance, but Lin Chang’sheng, after just a few days, had managed it. Was he really some chosen one?

Time flew by, and in a blink, half a month had passed.

Lin Chang’sheng had already refined five layers of the Ancient Bronze Mirror’s restrictions. For now he could control the mirror slightly, but couldn’t access its deeper abilities.

After half a month of relentless practice, Lin Chang’sheng was getting a little worn out, so he decided to take a day off and sprang to his feet, greedily inhaling a breath of Spiritual Energy from the Immortal Realm.

Instantly, he felt clear-headed and invigorated.

The Spiritual Energy here in the Immortal Realm was so rich—far beyond anything in the Abandoned Land.

RUMBLE—

"Hm? There’s fighting?"

With his Divine Sense, Lin Chang’sheng picked up a group of people a thousand miles away, encircling a Blood Python, trading blows in violent bursts of energy.

This Blood Python was no joke; it actually had small bulges on its head where twin horns were starting to grow—a clear sign of transforming into a flood dragon.

The Blood Python was holding its own against a hundred cultivators all by itself, utterly unbeaten.

You could see this Blood Python’s cultivation was monstrous.

If a beast like this was here, odds were it was guarding some kind of treasure—so Lin Chang’sheng decided to go take a look; maybe he could swoop in and nab something while things were chaotic.

In just moments, the thousand-mile gap vanished.

By the time Lin Chang’sheng arrived, the battle below was at its most intense.

Many cultivators had taken heavy wounds or fallen, corpses sprawled everywhere, and the Blood Python itself sported plenty of injuries.

Though it had thick Scale Armor shielding its body, attacks from the powerful cultivators below had blasted some pieces apart.

Behind the Blood Python stood a three-zhang-high stone cave, from which surges of incredibly dense Spiritual Energy poured outward.

"Is there a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land here? Is that why this Demon Beast refuses to leave?"

Lin Chang’sheng rode the Lightning Thunderclap Eagle, circling three miles up in the sky. He was in no rush; better to let them fight until they were all spent, then maybe he could snatch something for himself. That Blood Python’s cultivation looked anything but weak.

Compared to the cultivators below, its strength should be at the Late Stage of Void Refining—a Spirit Beast level Demon Beast.

"Crimson Blood Python?"

Zhao Shuang’Er’s heart skipped a beat when she spotted the Blood Python fighting the cultivators on the ground.

This Crimson Blood Python was valuable from head to tail!

Its Scale Armor could be refined into Treasure Armor or Sharp Blades, practically indestructible.

Its flesh, if eaten, could strengthen the physical body; but the true prize was its Blood Pill.

Any cultivator who consumed it would gain centuries, maybe even a millennium, of cultivation.

"Shuang’Er, you know this Demon Beast?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked, curious—but it made sense. Zhao Shuang’Er had lived in the Land of Evil for years amid Demon Beasts, so she’d know them well.

"Brother Chang’sheng, of course I know it, and it’s all treasure! If you slay it and harvest its Demon Pill, it’d add hundreds, maybe a thousand years to your cultivation. Its scales can be refined into Treasure Armor or weapons, and its flesh would greatly strengthen your body. It truly is treasure from head to toe!"

Zhao Shuang’Er said, almost trembling with excitement.

It seemed to her there was nothing Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t do.

Lin Chang’sheng was excited too, but seeing all the dead cultivators below made him hesitate—it was a pretty risky thing to try to snatch the prize here.

Some of those fallen cultivators included Divinity Transformation Stage and Void Refining Stage experts.

And with so many casualties already, if in the end the treasure was stolen by him, these people would hunt him to the ends of the earth.

Still, that wasn’t the main thing; the real issue was that Lin Chang’sheng didn’t even have an opening right now.

Never mind whether he could beat all these people—he wasn’t even sure he could slay the Crimson Blood Python itself.

So for now, all he could do was wait for the right moment.

Everyone below had their eyes glued to the Crimson Blood Python, so none noticed Lin Chang’sheng up in the sky.

"Damn it, who would’ve thought that Blood Jade Spirit Marrow could spawn such a powerful Spirit Beast? If it gets any stronger, we won’t be able to handle it!"

One of the cultivators below, a middle-aged man in a blood-red robe wielding a Long Saber, cursed aloud.

They were from the Blood Robe Sect; the land within thirty thousand miles around here was under their control.

They’d come here after discovering Blood Jade Spirit Marrow, but when they went to grab it, they ran into the Crimson Blood Python.

This Demon Beast was so powerful, it had slaughtered dozens of their sect’s experts and disciples.

No wonder the middle-aged man was fuming.