I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Wu God Temple.

A mound bulged from the ground, and a head popped out.

Yang Xuan looked around and at last, the bizarre pig that had been chasing him to death was nowhere to be seen.

“This creature really holds a grudge, having chased me for a whole year!”

Ever since entering Wu God Temple, he had encountered too many strange and grotesque beasts; few were mentioned in records, such as Chongming, Feiyi, Vermilion Bird, and the like.

Ancient exotic species, also spoken of in Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Even more, he couldn’t recognize at all, like the giant eagle that cried like a baby, the odd cow that sprayed thunder from a single leg, the strange bird with three heads and six tails…

Yang Xuan tried to communicate, only to find out that the beasts, comparable in strength to the Demon King and Demon Emperor, were devoid of any intelligence and hunted and cultivated solely on instinct and nature.

An year ago, Yang Xuan killed a four-tusked green-skinned wild pig, but before he could finish eating, the parents found out, and he had been running for his life for a whole year until he finally shook them off.

Looking at the mountain peak within reach, Yang Xuan couldn’t help but sigh at the vastness of the Wu God Temple, it was more expansive than tens of thousands of miles, like a small world in its own right.

“The Wu God is comparable to an upper realm True Immortal, could it be that all immortals possess such great Divine Skills to rule over the creation?”

Calming his mind, Yang Xuan tiptoed on his way, carefully avoiding the beasts; a month later, he finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up at a peak that pierced the clouds and seemed to connect heaven and earth, immortals and mortals, he could neither gauge its height nor know where the top led to.

There were steps on the side of the Heavenly Pillar, each step a zhang high, clearly not meant for a human.

Yang Xuan stepped up and suddenly felt an added pressure on his body; after careful sensation, the pressure turned out to match his body weight.

With each step taken, the pressure doubled.

After climbing over a hundred steps, his body weight was now a hundred times heavier.

“Is this the test? Each step adds the weight of one more, and if there are a hundred thousand steps, it would add tens of millions of pounds of weight; only Body Cultivation could endure the remaining journey.”

“As expected, the Wu clan values physical strength!”

Yang Xuan revealed a pleased expression, unable to understand how his senior fellow disciple influenced the selection inside Wu God Temple from the outside. After all, one must rely on self-improvement.

Others climbed the steps at a brisk pace, slowing down only after surpassing ten thousand steps.

After a hundred thousand steps, Yang Xuan paused with every step, needing to rest for a while after every hundred steps climbed, unable to walk ten thousand steps even in a month.

“The tests of the Wu God are indeed not simple; after climbing a hundred thousand steps, this Heavenly Pillar still doesn’t appear to have an end.”

Looking down the way he had come, Yang Xuan saw only an unfathomable depth. Standing at a height of ten thousand zhang and looking far into the distance, a good portion of Wu God Temple came into view.

“There are actually mountains undulating, so it’s not completely flat terrain.”

After looking for a long time, Yang Xuan showed a puzzled expression, always feeling a slight familiarity with Wu God Temple.

“Could it be influenced by the inheritance memories?”

After resting for half a day, he continued to climb upward. The endless stairs were like the boundless Way of Heaven waiting for Yang Xuan to explore.

Within Wu God Temple, the sun shone high in the sky, with no night ever falling.

Yang Xuan himself didn’t know how long he had been climbing, perhaps a year, maybe a decade, or even a century…

With the increasing altitude, the pressure became more oppressive as well, like carrying a mountain on his back while climbing stairs, exerting all his strength with each step.

“One hundred and fifty thousand…”

“How many years have passed? Still not at the top!”

“Two hundred and twenty-one thousand five hundred and forty-two steps…”

“Does this mountain truly have no end, and thus is not where the Wu God inheritance lies?”

“Three hundred thousand steps! I can’t climb any further, maybe I should give up. No one is ever going to get this inheritance…”

“…”

Yang Xuan was so exhausted he was in a daze, beginning to question his life and even considering asking his senior fellow disciple for help, to rescue his parents and forget about this damned Wu God inheritance.

That day.

Not knowing his exact age, Yang Xuan was hunched over, lying on the stairs, drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

After resting for half a month, he finally withstood the pressure of several mountain peaks and was about to climb one more step when suddenly the pressure on his back vanished.

Yang Xuan immediately lost balance, his footing slipped, and he rolled down several dozen steps before stopping.

“The pressure is gone? Could it be that someone else has reached the summit?”

Yang Xuan’s face showed disappointment as he recalled from birth to the present, relying on inborn Divine Power and never facing adversity. Now, having entered Wu God Temple early, he still lost so thoroughly.

Whir!

Lights flickered ahead, condensing into a portal.

Yang Xuan attempted to enter, only to feel the world spinning around him; when he came to his senses, he found himself standing on the mountaintop.

The mountaintop was a flat platform hundreds of zhang in Fang Yuan, and as Yang Xuan looked around, he found eight stairways leading to this place.

“It seems I haven’t chosen wrong; no matter from which direction one enters Wu God Temple, one can reach the mountaintop. However, why am I alone? Where is everyone else?”

As Yang Xuan pondered this question, an ancient altar rose from the middle of the platform, on which was placed a glowing red heart.

The fist-sized heart floated in midair, contracting and expanding continuously as if it were a living being existing apart from the body, emitting thundering, drum-like sounds.

The moment the heart appeared, streams of information flowed into Yang Xuan’s mind.

“The first hundred to climb the stairs will open the mountaintop portal, qualifying for the inheritance competition; the final winner will merge with the Heart of the Wu God, transforming into a member of the Wu clan…”

Yang Xuan looked at the empty platform, alone.

“First hundred? Could it be that I am the only person in Wu God Temple?”

At this moment, recalling his senior fellow disciple’s promise, Yang Xuan had an epiphany; no wonder he was assured of victory, all it took was one participant!

“Many thanks to my senior fellow disciple!”

Yang Xuan bowed to the void and slowly walked up to the altar, reaching out to grab the Heart of the Wu God.

Thump, thump, thump!

As soon as he touched it, his own heart beat violently, synchronizing with the frequency of the two hearts.

After more than half an hour, with no other competitors disturbing Yang Xuan, the Heart of the Wu God officially recognized its master. It turned into a stream of light and dove into his chest, with the two hearts quickly merging into one.

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