I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Endless waves.

A solitary leaf-like boat.

No matter how the wind blew and waves pounded, the black-canopied boat glided as if on flat ground.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged at the bow, his long hair casually spread out, with his dark blue Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

His eyes looked into the distance, where the sea and sky blended into one color, misty and indistinguishable.

Until the sun just began to rise.

Infinite rays burst forth, splitting the blue sky and sea into two halves, gilded the ocean water with sparkling, splendid brilliance.

"Another day," Zhou Yi said in a somewhat languid voice. Anyone who has been on the road for centuries, seeing the same scenery with no change, as if stuck in place, would become lazy and slack.

He took out a palm-sized journal from his sleeve, with "Volume Five" written on the cover.

"Year five hundred seventy-two, third day of the ninth month, clear. The sunrise over the sea is brilliantly gorgeous, yet no different from the past five hundred years..."

Zhou Yi wrote down whatever came to mind, and after writing three or four hundred words, he looked back and found nothing but trivialities.

He promptly concluded with: Nothing happened today, played cards, went fishing!

He took a fishing rod from his sleeve, expertly cast it into the sea, and quietly waited for the fish to bite.

At this moment.

Two streaks of escape light flew from afar, landing on the boat and transforming into a boy and a girl, who were Clear Wind and Bright Moon.

Clear Wind carried two wild rabbits, and Bright Moon hefted a wild pig on her shoulder, saying excitedly, "Immortal, we caught quite a bit of game on the island we passed last night!"

The Spirit Ginseng doll who had been punting the boat nearly jumped for joy.

"Finally, no more fish!"

"Not bad,"

Zhou Yi praised; anyone would grow tired of seafood after a few hundred years.

A short while later.

The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, as one human and three demons feasted around the grill. Amid the monotonous voyage, eating had become an enjoyable affair.

After the meal.

A square table was set up in the middle of the boat, with Zhou Yi hosting. Clear Wind and Bright Moon on either side, and the Spirit Ginseng Child across from them.

The shuffling and stacking of cards began for their regular entertainment.

The area around the card table was endowed with Formation and Prohibitions. It was difficult to use Mana, and one could not divine the secrets of heaven, so winning or losing depended entirely on skill.

Today, Zhou Yi was having poor luck, losing quite a bit of Spirit Stones in several rounds and seeing that he would have to punt the boat today.

"Look at this amazing hand I'm about to make,"

Zhou Yi picked up a Red Center tile, his palm gently swept across the face of the tile, then he pushed the tile down.

"Thirteen Orphans!"

All three demons stared with their six eyes and found no trace of cheating.

"Eh?"

"This?"

"Impossible..."

"Haha!"

Zhou Yi laughed triumphantly and unashamedly said, "My luck has finally turned, let's continue."

By noon.

The card game concluded, and, as usual, the Spirit Ginseng Child, having lost the most, continued punting the boat.

Zhou Yi took out a scripture from his Taoist repository and chanted, his voice carrying for over ten miles, attracting many fish and turtles to listen to the scripture. Regrettably, the boat moved too quickly for them to catch more than a few phrases.

Days like these, monotonous and dull, it was unknown how much longer they would last.

A Demon Saint's escape speed is at least ten times that of an early-stage Nascent Soul, and if they possess some sort of divine flight skill, it could even exceed a hundred times.

Only such powerful beings, when facing a dead end, would dare traverse the ocean in search of the Outer Realm Continent. According to Zhou Yi's estimation, the Demon Saint probably spent between five hundred to a thousand years at sea.

"The ancestral veins of the Nine Continents have been severed; Divinity Transformation cultivators rely on the thousands of years of foundation of their sects, and barely make it for a couple of hundred years by staying huddled up and immobile."

"A Demon Saint in the Deep Sea Spiritless Realm dissipates their cultivation even faster. Even with a deeper foundation than a Divinity Transformation cultivator, managing to maintain their realm for a few hundred years without downfall is already the limit!"

"Moreover, using Escape Skills to the full extent to speed up the journey means Mana is in constant operation, and the cultivation level inevitably falls even faster."

"Possessing the Essence of Kusu tree, I don't need to contain my Mana. Although my speed doesn't match that of a Demon Saint, my efficiency still surpasses many others. Calculating by one-tenth of the speed..."

"I will need approximately five thousand to ten thousand years!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but marvel, realizing that traversing great seas and continents was beyond the realm of ambition for cultivators below the return to nothingness.

The life span of a Divinity Transformation cultivator, two to three thousand years, wouldn't even suffice for the journey!

"The Nine Continents, the Outer Realm... In the vast and endless sea, are there other continents? Is there truly a boundary to the ocean and the sky? What world lies beyond the Nine Heavens Gang Wind?"

"Are these myriad stars the heavenly palaces of myth, or simply lumps of rock?"

"Once my path as an immortal is complete, I shall explore them all!"

...

Time flowed like water.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.

Zhou Yi's journal reached its sixteenth volume, and yet all he had seen and heard was still the vast ocean.

His state of mind had changed repeatedly over the one thousand five hundred years, traveling millions of miles, hardly comparable to secluded meditation.

During the first five hundred years, he felt the infinite nature of the universe and was filled with the desire to explore. In the next five hundred years, he felt as insignificant as an insect in the vast cosmos, leading to a sudden sense of idleness.

Inner demons grew, and his Mana became chaotic.
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At this juncture, he reread the classics of many sages and compared them with his current state of mind, gaining many new insights.

Another five hundred years passed, his mind as still as an ancient well, without ripples and unfathomably deep.

On this day.

Zhou Yi was studying the "Taoist Dongming's True Lord Record of Mystical Teachings," contemplating the secrets of Nascent Soul formation when suddenly, he heard Bright Moon's calling voice.

"Immortal Lord, a great island!"

The Spirit Ginseng Child, moving even faster, dropped the punt pole and transformed into a streak of light flying toward the island.

Zhou Yi looked up, and indeed, toward the northwest, there was an enormous island that looked even larger than Fire Seed Island, roughly estimated it could extend for three to four thousand miles.

"Weary from the journey, let's rest on the island for a few days."

Before the black-canopied boat got close to the island, the Spirit Ginseng Child flew back in haste, shouting.

"Immortal Lord, there are people on the island."

"People?"

Zhou Yi showed surprise, his eyes gleaming, and indeed saw a port on the shore.

Many people gathered at the port, some boarding ships, others unloading cargo, and some selling fish, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

"We must go and see where these people come from."