Eternal Life by Dual Cultivation-Chapter 209 - 160: Gong Ling Awakens (2)

"Is that really true?"

Ling Changqing's expression faltered slightly. If what Gong Ling said wasn't an exaggeration, then it was definitely worth a try.

It was just that it required consuming a portion of his own Lifespan. The price seemed a bit steep. After all, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator didn't have much of a lifespan to squander.

He took a look. His current maximum Lifespan was 339 years, and it was still slowly increasing.

For a Cultivator aspiring to immortality, such a short lifespan was truly nothing. A few sessions of Cultivation in Seclusion, and it would be over before he knew it.

"Ten years of Lifespan can solve your current problem, Master."

Gong Ling didn't beat around the bush, speaking plainly and directly.

"Ten years?"

Ling Changqing fell silent, pondering. The price was acceptable. For his own safety, paying this price was the wisest choice.

"You don't need to feel the sting, Master. The Lifespan you lose can be recovered. It will also increase again when your Cultivation breaks through to the next Realm."

Gong Ling explained.

There were also Elixirs that could increase Lifespan, as well as certain Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. Ling Changqing could consume them, and their effects wouldn't be diminished. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Then... it's a deal!"

Ling Changqing let go of his worries. As long as he wasn't backed into a corner, there was still room to remedy the situation.

A layer of faint, imperceptible flame that was neither black nor white enveloped Ling Changqing's body. Immediately, waves of weakness washed over him from every part of his being.

That was the Life Essence Tribulation Fire. Ling Changqing could clearly sense his maximum Lifespan dropping from 339 until it finally stopped at 329.

In his sea of consciousness, a message radiating a mysterious Dao Rhyme silently appeared:

[Master of the Era Star Palace: Ling Changqing]

[Bone Age: 34 / 339-10]

[Cultivation: Late stage Foundation Establishment]

Then, Ling Changqing discovered that his facial features, body shape, height, and even his aura and destiny had all undergone subtle changes.

A few dozen breaths later, an equally handsome young Cultivator appeared in his place, but not a single trace of his original self remained.

His apparent Cultivation had changed from the late stage Foundation Establishment to Foundation Establishment Peak. His pale golden pupils and his arrogant, domineering aura clearly indicated that this was a Cultivator with the bloodline of the Dragon Race.

At this moment, even if all the chosen geniuses in Dragon Soul Valley gathered together and tried repeatedly with various Secret Techniques and special Magical Artifacts, they would be unable to see through Ling Changqing's true identity.

"This feels pretty good," Ling Changqing said. "How long can this restriction state last?"

"It should be about a month. When the time comes, you can consume more Lifespan to reapply the effect."

"A month? That's more than enough!"

Ling Changqing nodded. If he stayed in Dragon Soul Valley for a month, he should be able to get his hands on quite a few opportunities.

Spiritual Objects that could extend a Cultivator's life could also be found in certain areas, so making up for what he had spent was entirely feasible.

After talking for a while longer, Ling Changqing mounted his Flying Sword and took to the sky again. This time, he felt much more confident.

On the horizon, at the edge of his vision, numerous multicolored Escape Lights could still be seen rushing to and fro. Fights and killings were commonplace.

In truth, all things considered, only three or four days had passed since Dragon Soul Valley opened.

But the number of Cultivators from the various families who had died in the fighting was likely already in the hundreds. Many more were so severely injured that they had no choice but to withdraw from the trial early.

Hundreds of yards in the air, Ling Changqing focused his senses as he sped along and found that the spatial structure here was indeed quite fragile.

Let alone a Golden Core Master, even a Divine Technique at the True Pill Level, if unleashed here, could potentially upset the balance of the spatial structure and cause uncontrollable damage to the surrounding environment.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, the upper echelons of the Deep Sea Dragon Race and the Nine Great Families agreed that at most, only Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivators would be allowed to enter the Dragon Soul Valley for its trial. Not even an exception for those at the Pseudo Core realm could be made.

Those Golden Core Masters acting as Guardians had to seal a portion of their Cultivation to enter Dragon Soul Valley, and could not overstep this rule in the slightest.

As for those at the Nascent Soul True Monarch level, they weren't even permitted to enter with their Cultivation sealed.

The Supreme Elders of the ten major powers were present to supervise each other, so there was naturally no possibility of foul play, thus guaranteeing the fairness of the trial to the greatest extent possible.

The light of his Flying Sword carried Ling Changqing swiftly forward. As he drew closer to the Luoying Mountain Range, the number of Cultivators he encountered on the way gradually increased.

A dozen or so li away, a team of Cultivators in snow-white robes rode their Escape Lights and hurriedly approached him.

"...We are Cultivators from the Yin Family. Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

The young man in the lead held an apricot-yellow Array Banner and hailed him from a distance.

At his words, the team of Cultivators spread out with practiced coordination, forming a loose encirclement around Ling Changqing, but they did not move any closer.

This was to avoid any misunderstanding of hostile intent. The Yin Family Cultivators didn't want to fight; they merely wished to ask about something.

"I am Wang Chang'an, a Cultivator from the Deep Sea Dragon Race. What might you want, Fellow Daoist?"

Ling Changqing stopped his Flying Sword and asked coolly.

The young man holding the Array Banner came closer, his attitude reasonably polite:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please forgive us. We are acting on the orders of our ancestor to track down a family traitor who has committed bloody crimes, which is why we stopped you."

"Since Fellow Daoist Wang is from the Deep Sea Dragon Race, you are unrelated to this matter. I have been discourteous."

As the man spoke, Gong Ling, within Ling Changqing's body, clearly sensed more than ten types of obscure and strange Magical Power fluctuations sweeping over him, including the probing Divine Thought of a Golden Core Master.

Ling Changqing gave a faint, cold smile. "Since this has nothing to do with me, may I leave now?"