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第四千一百八十章 好难的秘诀

Generally, this powerful being considered himself quite highly.

Initially, he had planned to wait until his realm stabilized and then summon the heavenly tribulation before ascending. However, human calculations were no match for divine ones; the path to immortals was already sealed off.

Thus, the venerable Profound Heaven Patriarch lamented long and short. While further cultivation might not be particularly useful, idling around would make him uncomfortable.

In a nutshell, he was naturally accustomed to being busy.

Finding himself without a target now truly troubled him.

What should he do?

With time slipping by, ten thousand years of his life seemed to have driven the venerable Profound Heaven Patriarch mad. At this moment, a mysterious cultivation technique suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

No one knew its origin or who created it.

But at his level, he could easily discern whether a cultivation technique was genuine or not.

It was genuine!

The venerable Profound Heaven Patriarch was overjoyed to the point of scratching his head and ears. Now that he had something to do, even if the path ahead was arduous, it was better than idling here aimlessly. Moreover, once he mastered this technique, his strength would undoubtedly surge.

In five million years, with the divine immortal path reopening, he could ascend and become a true dominant force in the heavens, ruling over all other immortals—what more joy could there be?

He stroked his beard and smiled, finding it increasingly plausible.

Then he rushed to cultivate with great urgency.

His luck was still decent; dividing his essence into nine parts went smoothly. Although his realm had dropped to the separation stage, his spirit root remained intact.

All that mattered now was diligent cultivation.

As for the difficulty, he wouldn't mind at all!

However, the venerable Profound Heaven Patriarch was too naive… well, not entirely, as he had lived for over a million years.

In truth, he was momentarily careless and overly elated, failing to consider things thoroughly enough.

Indeed, he did have confidence in his ability to re-cultivate.

But in this world, one could never be too careful; the cultivation realm was far more complex with dangers lurking everywhere. Previously, even if he had countless enemies, no one dared provoke him.

Now, however, news of his self-inflicted weakening spread like wildfire, drawing out numerous vengeful foes.

All came to seek revenge, making it impossible to find peace or safety. In the end, the venerable Profound Heaven Patriarch, pursued by many, fled like a cornered dog, hiding in fear until he was finally killed by a first-stage spirit cultivator.

He couldn't even recall the name of his killer; with such immense power, how could he remember a mere first-stage spirit? But now, he had fallen to someone so insignificant.

And this wasn't unique. Some were betrayed by friends and punished by their own disciples after self-inflicted weakening.

After all, people are unpredictable—while there may be genuine friends, there are also hypocrites. Even without enemies, the wealth accumulated at such a high level made one a target for envy.

Otherwise, imagine giving a three-year-old child the key to a vast fortune and sending them out into the world.

Many powerful beings met tragic ends due to this.

But could this process be avoided?

The answer was no.

While the cultivation realm is full of deceitful schemers, there are also true friends and soulmates who can be trusted completely.

Even if you had none, being a senior elder in a sect wasn't difficult. With a powerful major sect as support, it might even serve as a sanctuary for mutual benefit.

Indeed, some powerful beings did this, achieving good results initially.

But even such attempts ended poorly.

Why?

Was the cultivation technique fake?

No, the technique was undoubtedly genuine; no sharp-eyed old hands could be deceived on that. However, they overlooked one crucial difficulty: re-cultivating after dividing his essence into nine parts wasn't as simple as overcoming countless obstacles.

Despite their initial expectations, they vastly underestimated the actual difficulty.

They had no psychological preparation at all, let alone any sense of what to do next.

For example, a Green Stone Venerable was originally one of the top figures in his realm. After practicing the Nine Transformations into Essence Technique, he dropped to the essence stage.

This drop was extreme but not entirely unacceptable.

As the head of a sect with many disciples for protection, he had no worries about enemies and could focus on cultivation.

He thought that from the essence stage to the separation stage, re-cultivating would increase the difficulty. However, his experience as an old hand and abundant resources within the sect should allow rapid advancement.

But things turned out differently.

Experience meant nothing; this difficulty was so extreme it made one's hair stand on end. He needed all nine essences to advance simultaneously with no room for delay or misstep. Any deviation would lead to a perilous situation.

This was simply too daunting.

He spent a thousand years, using countless resources from his disciples, finally completing the process.

But he found himself utterly lost regarding his future path.

From the essence stage to the separation stage had already consumed much of his time; what lay ahead was even more treacherous. What should he do?

Yet, once one started, there was no turning back. Even if he regretted it deeply, it was too late. He had to push forward with all his might.

Years later, he still perished in the essence tribulation, reaching only mid-separation at the time of his death.

This was truly tragic; originally, the Green Stone Venerable had broken free from the shackles of lifespan. If not for his misguided path, would he have met such a fate?

And this wasn't an isolated incident…

Thus, after the Nine Transformations into Essence Technique's brief popularity, all powerful beings lost interest in it. It was unclear who created such a technique; theoretically sound, but practically harmful.

Even Li Yutong and Frosty Spirit had once obtained it. After careful consideration, these two prodigies shook their heads in disappointment, deeming the technique too treacherous to complete.

So they abandoned it, choosing instead to forge their own paths through countless years of effort.

Initially, they had suppressed their realms; now, they had achieved a leap forward. They were ready to make a grand debut, but Nai Long's performance was even more outrageous.

Postscript: In the next month, "A Thousand Refinements" will conclude. This double vote month is likely the last for this book. Indeed, saying so isn't for seeking votes; it’s just that after six years with this book and meeting many fellow daoists, I feel a bit sentimental as we say goodbye to our gathering. Next month, this story will reach its end. (To be continued...)

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