Chapter 46: The Manifestation of the Human Immortal! (First Update)

Chapter 46: Manifestation of the Human Immortal!

Only children make choices; adults want it all.

Having been favorably impressed with the Supreme Purity Sect from the start, Luo Feng did not resist joining their ranks. The Supreme Purity Sect reciprocated his goodwill and did not dare to treat him as an ordinary disciple. Instead, they appointed him as the Elder of the Sutra Repository—an idle position that allowed Luo Feng to peruse the sect’s classics and comprehend their secret techniques. His only obligation was to step forward in times of great peril for the sect—a duty shared by all members of Supreme Purity.

Ten days later, the Golden Light Mantra arrived, accompanied by a high-ranking Daoist from Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Master Mo Yan. Yet after three days of instruction, Master Mo Yan departed as if in a dream, his expression dazed, his steps unsteady, leaving behind only one remark: “Not human!”

The Golden Bell Shield emphasizes stability—standing firm as the earth, unyielding and steadfast like hidden treasures beneath the ground, unchanged through countless eons. The Golden Light Mantra, by contrast, focuses on agility—layer upon layer, yet subtle to the extreme, able to transform into myriad golden rays or condense into a single hair’s breadth. The Supreme Purity Sect, with its thousand-year heritage, boasts a vast repository of texts. Using the Golden Bell Shield as the foundation, the Golden Light Mantra as the core, and drawing upon myriad other classics as structural support, Luo Feng melded them into a supreme defensive art, capable of being layered without limit—banishing all fear for his life.

One day, two days, three days passed… The doctrines of Daoism and Buddhism—two distinct systems—collided and sparked the fire of wisdom. Luo Feng became immersed in a deep state of learning, utterly absorbed. He read only the words of sages, indifferent to the affairs of the outside world. As for the rumors sweeping the world of the Unusual—the fall of four great clans, the Palm Daoist, the descent of an immortal—none of it concerned him. What did the White Lotus Su Huan Zhen, so fervently sought after by others, have to do with Luo Feng, elder of the Supreme Purity Sect?

…

At the Temple of Heaven, clouds drifted like snow, and the water in the Jade Grotto sang like a zither. White clouds and flowing streams had cleansed hearts for a thousand years. Stepping from the cave, a Daoist soared to the altar, true energy surging around him like an azure dragon. His steps spanned heaven and earth, fists swirling as true energy twisted and coiled, transforming into a supreme golden body that stood behind Luo Feng.

“Come!” Luo Feng shouted.

“Come!” echoed his golden body.

At last, with a thunderous strike, they unleashed their power.

Heaven and earth fell silent; time seemed to reverse. The small world within the body mirrored the vast cosmos. Internal and external realms fused, spiritual energy reversed, and the colors of heaven and earth changed. Clouds in the sky coalesced into mist, water on the earth paused and flowed backward, the sound of fists echoed endlessly through the mountains.

Luo Feng took a deep breath of fresh air, then exhaled the turbid. Between breaths, clouds drifted and streams cleared; all seemed illusion.

A hint of joy shone in Luo Feng’s eyes. After over a month of seclusion, he had finally mastered the integration of his supreme defensive art.

Reincarnator: Luo Feng (Master of the Lord God)
ID: 00-0
Skills: Ancestral Breath Technique, Level 108; Ninefold Golden Body, First Heaven;
Main Quest: None
Rewards: None

Examining the data, Luo Feng mused, “I have made a breakthrough on the path of refinement, surpassing ordinary martial artists—this can be called the Golden Body. But by integrating the theories of a hundred schools and three teachings, it is no longer purely a Buddhist Golden Body. What should I call it?” After a moment’s thought, he recalled a powerful figure he had met in the Lord God’s space. Inspiration struck.

His divine sense connected with the Lord God Fragment.

Reincarnator: Luo Feng (Master of the Lord God)
ID: 00-0
Skills: Ancestral Breath Technique, Level 108; Ninefold Golden Body, First Heaven;
Achievements: Manifestation of the Human Immortal, Elder of Supreme Purity Sect;
Main Quest: None
Rewards: None

Refined to perfection, breaking through from nine to ten—when he struck, his internal realm intertwined with the external, vital energy rippling outward. This produced the special effect of the Golden Body.

Luo Feng named it “Manifestation”—heaven has five immortals, humanity cultivates the body. Thus, Manifestation of the Human Immortal!

With a thought, the data vanished. Luo Feng nodded in satisfaction, not merely because his body had advanced, but because his mastery over the Lord God Fragment had grown. From mere observation to modification, and now to customization—perhaps, divinity does not require the twelve grades to bloom; nine may suffice to gain full control of the Lord God Fragment.

“At that time, perhaps I can return and see.”

Luo Feng gazed at the sky, stars shining in his eyes. He firmly believed he could return—this was conviction. But when that would happen, or what era or year he would find upon his return…

“Once more the spring breeze greens the southern shore; when will the bright moonlight shine upon my return?”

Within the Supreme Purity Sect, he had friends and kin—it felt like home. But beyond home, there was another word: homeland.

Though Luo Feng grew up in an orphanage, he had carefree friends, gentle mentors, and warm-hearted neighbors in his original world. After decades of living there, that attachment could not be severed. One’s first home is always the sweetest.

“Uncle Feng, you’ve emerged from seclusion.”

Luo Feng’s golden body had shaken the mountains, and his emergence was quickly sensed by the Supreme Purity Sect. Luo Yuan, Bi Qing, Zheng Zha, and others hurried over. Luo Feng greeted them with a knowing smile. The worries in his heart faded—here, too, he had friends and kin.

After some laughter and conversation, Master Jing Tian arrived in haste.

Luo Feng chuckled, “You’re late, my friend.”

Master Jing Tian laughed and saluted. “Forgive me, forgive me. I was discussing artifact forging with Master Yuan Huang today and lost track of time.”

The group clamored that Master Jing Tian should drink to atone for his tardiness. Among them, Luo Yuan was the loudest, with Bi Qing echoing beside him. The elder scolded, “Unfilial disciple!” but, thinking again, realized the generations were all tangled up.

In the midst of the merriment, one spoke carelessly, another listened intently.

“An artifact forger?!”

Luo Feng suddenly remembered he still lacked several handy artifacts—both defensive and offensive. Moreover, spatial arts remained elusive. He had once thought to start by studying spatial artifacts.

After the congratulations, Master Jing Tian took Luo Feng to find Yuan Huang, the artifact forger. Yuan Huang was supported by the Supreme Purity Sect and served only its members. Once again, Luo Feng congratulated himself on his wisdom. Had he not joined Supreme Purity, he would not have gained access to the Sutra Repository’s many secrets, nor found an artifact forger so easily.

“It’s good to rest under the shade of a great tree,” Luo Feng sighed.

“A great tree?” Master Jing Tian, walking beside him, wore a stifled expression, wanting to speak but holding back. Did Luo Feng not realize his own status? Who, indeed, was the great tree here?

Traveling with wind beneath their feet, they soon reached Yuan Huang’s residence. Yuan Huang was a middle-aged man of imposing bearing, holding a jade scepter when they met.

After explaining their purpose, Yuan Huang nodded in agreement—it was only right to forge artifacts for an elder of Supreme Purity. Even more so, for Master Jing Tian had spoken of Luo Feng’s feats.

Things proceeded so smoothly that Luo Feng was somewhat surprised.

“Master Yuan Huang, I’ve heard that most artifact forgers can only craft a few pieces in their lifetime?”

Yuan Huang chuckled, “That’s not quite accurate, my friend. It’s true that a forger can only create a few genuine, fully formed artifacts in a lifetime. But those are true natal artifacts. For Supreme Purity disciples, I craft only the prototypes. The owner must nurture them with their own vital energy, sparing the forger much effort. Outsiders don’t know the details and spread all sorts of rumors.”

Luo Feng nodded thoughtfully—so the accounts in the original texts weren’t entirely accurate. Of course, how could a world as vast and wondrous as this be captured in a single book or a few brushstrokes? To write or paint it is always to condense and to simplify.

To believe only what is written is worse than having no book at all. Only practice is the ultimate test of truth.

(End of Chapter)