No one knows how the peak is cultivated into Golden Nature; they only understand that some people, while refining their own Great Tao, suddenly find an extra measure of Golden Nature within their bodies, while others, despite having far surpassed their predecessors in cultivation, never receive the favor of Golden Nature until they die.

Today, the Three Great Sacred Lands, the previous Immortal Dynasty, even earlier forces recorded in history, and the Longevity Family stretching till now, none have managed to devise a technique to stably produce Golden Nature.

Until this day, regarding Golden Nature, the Three Great Sacred Lands have only given the world's cultivators an answer that is not an answer.

Look to fate!

Bet on fortune!

If your destiny is good, you will receive the favor of Golden Nature; if not, the moment you step upon the path of cultivation, this lifetime is already detached from Golden Nature.

"What a cruel answer this is."

Deep within the North Sea Ice Ocean, Chen Zhixing gazed at Ancestor Tianyuan, who had already delved into the seabed, with an emotion he couldn't quite describe flashing through his eyes.

Ancestor Tianyuan, embarked on the path of cultivation at three, cultivated the Treasure Body at four, Nourished the Spirit at six, underwent Void Transformation at twelve, capable of Divine Communication at twenty, engaged in Divine Travel in the Void at twenty-eight, realized the True Self at thirty-five, stepped into Nirvana at fifty, and entered the peak through battle at a hundred!

Then, seventeen hundred years passed by; the path ahead had long reached its utmost limit, yet he still hadn't seen even a glimpse of Golden Nature's favor.

Believe in fate?

Yes.

Accept fate?

No!

If unable to find the path ahead, then seize the future from others. Even if facing a Longevity True Monarch, as long as they are given the opportunity, they will still contend with all their might, even if it costs a millennium of lifespan.

Only.

Will today's Ancestor Tianyuan become tomorrow's him?

Chen Zhixing did not know.

In terms of solid foundation and deep base, Chen Zhixing, through his journey, although he has captured the fortune of numerous Celestial Chosen Protagonists, deepening it further, and obtained the Cyan Pheasant Immortal Sword left by a Sword Immortal, compared to Ancestor Tianyuan, whose father is a Longevity Master, he might still only be at par.

Can the threshold of Longevity confine Chen Tianyuan, and also thoroughly confine him, Chen Zhixing?

Chen Zhixing looked up at the sky.

"Who can know?"

Under the shining stars, a bright moon still illuminates the world, solitary and arrogant, unaffected by the loss of millions of years.

Buzz.

Under the bright moon, the Cyan Pheasant Immortal Sword unsheathed itself, the sword body vibrating, directly pointing at the heavens.

In the hazy moonlight, a wisp of seemingly illusory light and shadow gradually solidified on the Immortal Sword, seemingly forming the silhouette of a woman, conjoining with the moonlight, to gather Golden Nature and prove Longevity.

After observing for a while, Chen Zhixing shook his head and said:

"This is her Tao, not suited for me."

Buzz!

The Immortal Sword reversed and returned, pausing before Chen Zhixing.

"Chen Zhixing, you could continue along my path, with your talent, surpassing me is just a matter of time. Isn't this your forte?" The woman seemed to transcend the river of spacetime, standing before Chen Zhixing.

"Too gentle." Chen Zhixing shook his head.

"You could traverse along my Tao, then carve out your own path; it's certainly easier than searching for it on your own," the woman focused intently into his eyes.

"Is this handing down inheritance?" Chen Zhixing frowned.

"Yes." The woman nodded, "This is a Divine Thought I left before the end of my life, attached to the Cyan Pheasant, meant to find a successor for my Tao Principles."

"Do you think I'm suitable?" Chen Zhixing asked with a light laugh, and then answered himself, "I suppose not, it's just that the person you initially chose had bad luck and crossed paths with me."

The woman on the sword remained silent, merely staring into Chen Zhixing's eyes.

Chen Zhixing continued, "Perhaps if the person you chose hadn't died, they would gradually inherit your Tao, continue along your path, eventually reach the end of your past incarnation and stagnate. Well, while there may be no further path, the one you left is already sufficient for him, after all, he was not exceptionally gifted, merely a puppet manipulated by the Cyan Pheasant Sword Spirit, satisfying him with some worldly desires. Given that person's stupidity, he should be willing to be controlled by you."

The woman Sword Immortal frowned slightly: "Chen Zhixing, my Tao isn't as narrow as you think!"

Chen Zhixing nodded as if acknowledging, "I know, you wouldn't voluntarily seize him after all. Even though such a fool, even without my hand killing him, he would eventually self-destruct anyway, and before then, he would have completed the planning of you, the Longevity True Monarch. By then, thinking that if he were to perish, you could wield the Cyan Pheasant to avenge him, after an epic tale, you would once again leave a legend of you, the Sword Immortal, within this world, while also resolving the karma between you and him."

As the conversation reached this point, Chen Zhixing sighed apologetically:

"Unintentionally disrupted your plans, that's my fault, but since things have reached this point, I suggest you find another method; perhaps, in consideration of the years of companionship, I can help you a bit."

Upon hearing this, the woman's frown deepened.

"You refuse my inheritance, there's no need to imagine so many convoluted schemes. I'm not the small-minded person adept at conniving that you envision, nor is my Tao one that must be transmitted to you!"

As if unable to tolerate Chen Zhixing's insult, the woman gave him a final cold glance and then attempted to command the Immortal Sword to leave.

However....

A springlike starry light, like snow, descended from the celestial vault, transforming into chains that firmly locked the Cyan Pheasant Sword body.

"You may leave, but the Cyan Pheasant must stay."

"Chen Zhixing!"

The woman abruptly turned: "This is my sword!"

Chen Zhixing turned aside, refusing to look at her: "Your sword has been gifted to others; this sword I seized from others' hands."

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