Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 704 Two moves! I'll continue my seclusion!

The fusion of the three realms of intent has become more harmonious. The three forces of cause and effect, life and death, and stillness can now be switched freely in sword moves, no longer requiring deliberate activation as before.

More importantly, the fusion of immortal and demonic energies has taken another step forward. Under the harmonization of the Fixed Word Technique, the spiritual power in the left half of the body and the demonic energy in the right half of the body have formed a subtle symbiotic relationship, stimulating and generating each other, and each operation can generate power far exceeding that of the same level.

With a smile playing on his lips, Chen Fan stood up, tucked the Eleventh sword into his waistband, and the Black Soul Banner into his back. With a thought, he left the Golden Bowl space.

Upon closer inspection, everything along the riverbed remained exactly as it had been when he entered the golden bowl.

Less than two months had passed for the outside world, but for him, a full two years had gone by.

Chen Fan did not linger by the riverbed.

He set off again along the route marked on the Yuanlingzi map, passing through three intersecting spatial rifts, crossing a dried-up culvert, and arriving once more at the hollow area filled with stone pillars.

The one-armed monk was indeed still there.

He sat cross-legged on a broken stone pillar, gnawing on a bone he couldn't identify. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and a flicker of surprise crossed his crazed eyes when he saw Chen Fan, quickly replaced by intense excitement.

"Oh, it's been two months. I thought you'd died somewhere." The one-armed cultivator casually tossed the bone aside, stood up, and dusted off the fragments from his hands. "Hmm, your cultivation has improved a bit? Peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm? You've gone from mid-stage Nascent Soul to peak in just two months. Your cultivation speed isn't slow. But so what? Below the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm, I'll eat one if one comes, and two if two come."

Chen Fan didn't waste any words with him, and drew his eleventh sword to meet him.

This time, he wasn't suppressed in one fell swoop like last time.

He could freely switch between the three realms of intent: the power of cause and effect could dismantle the opponent's demonic energy structure, the power of life and death could disrupt the opponent's life force, and the power of stillness could slightly deflect the opponent's attack trajectory at crucial moments.

The combined power of immortals and demons also demonstrated even greater strength in this clash. Each sword strike carried the dual impact of spiritual power and demonic energy, forcing the one-armed cultivator to set aside some of his contempt.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves.

On the thirtieth move, the one-armed cultivator finally seized a flaw in Chen Fan's sword technique.

With a single slash, he knocked the eleven swords out of his hand, and then struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into a stone pillar, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Not bad, not bad, you lasted twenty-eight more moves than last time." The one-armed cultivator licked his lips, his twisted smile growing wider. "I'm getting more and more eager to taste you. Are you going to run away or not?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan immediately got up from the ground, used his spiritual power to seal the injury on his chest, picked up Eleven, and retreated rapidly back the way he came without looking back.

He didn't try to be brave.

Thirty moves is his limit, and also the limit he can currently withstand when fighting against someone at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. To truly defeat this person, he must break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

Back on the riverbed, Chen Fan didn't rest and went straight into the Golden Bowl space.

This time he will stay in the bowl for a longer time, perhaps five years, or even longer.

He would never leave seclusion until he broke through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Just then, Eunuch Wei was drying radishes in the courtyard. When he saw Chen Fan come in covered in blood again, he merely raised his eyelids and, unusually, did not utter a sarcastic remark.

He placed the dried radish in his hand on the bamboo sieve, silently took out the best healing pills from the storeroom and stuffed them into Chen Fan's hand, and then brought out a spiritual spring and placed it beside him.

After doing all this, he turned and walked out, gently closing the door to the quiet room behind him.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the futon, swallowed the healing pills, and closed his eyes to begin healing.

The palm print on his chest was deep enough to penetrate his internal organs, three ribs were broken, and there were more than a dozen hidden injuries in his meridians.

He then spent seven days fully recovering from his injuries, and then closed his eyes to begin his attempt to break through the bottleneck of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

The biggest difference between the late stage and the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm lies in the complete fusion of artistic conception and cultivation.

The Nascent Soul Transformation is the transformation from mortal to god, while the later stage of the Transformation is the complete integration of the conception into cultivation, allowing every strand of spiritual power to carry the attribute of the conception.

Chen Fan's three realms of enlightenment have been initially integrated during his two enlightenments on the grassland. What he needs now is not more comprehension, but to completely unify this integrated realm of enlightenment with the energies of immortals and demons.

Five years flowed slowly through the Golden Bowl space.

In the quiet room, Chen Fan remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.

The energies of immortals and demons flowed slowly through his meridians, and the three-colored light formed by the three gates of intent in his dantian became more and more integrated.

The three-colored light of the power of cause and effect, the power of life and death, and the power of determination has been completely fused into a profound gray power over the years.

This power slowly rotated in the dantian, emanating a strange aura that was both ancient and youthful.

In the fifth year of the Golden Bowl Space, the breakthrough finally arrived.

It was a peaceful morning.

Black Emperor was dozing under the dragon whisker fruit tree, Black Wind was stealing radishes in the field, and Eunuch Wei was squatting by the lake studying the small fish emerging from the water.

Suddenly, all the spiritual energy in the entire Golden Bowl space surged towards the quiet room, and the water spiritual energy in the lake transformed into a dark green water column that shot into the sky!

In the quiet room, Chen Fan's aura rose at an incredible speed.

The bottleneck of the mid-stage peak of the Nascent Soul realm was suddenly broken through by a power of intent that combined cause and effect, life and death, and stillness. The aura of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks.

At the same moment, the celestial and demonic energies were drawn together by this breakthrough power. The spiritual energy on the left side of the body was as clear as water, while the demonic energy on the right side was as fierce as fire. Under the harmonization of the Fixed Word Technique, the two forces formed an unprecedented harmony.

The three realms of intent were completely integrated into every strand of spiritual power. From now on, every sword strike Chen Fan made would carry the full power of the three realms of cause and effect, life and death, and stillness.

The aura of breakthrough lasted for a full hour before gradually subsiding.

After opening his eyes, Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Visibly, the turbid air condensed in the air and did not dissipate, turning into a thin dragon of air that circled once before dissipating into the air.

Late stage of Nascent Soul transformation.

As Chen Fan felt the power in his dantian that was more than twice as strong as before, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, which was tanned by the sun on the grassland.

With his current cultivation level at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, coupled with the power of the three realms of intent and the fusion of immortal and demonic power, his combat strength is already enough to rival that of a Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivator.

That one-armed monk no longer seemed to be an invincible opponent.

Then Chen Fan stood up and left the Golden Bowl space with a thought.

Everything along the riverbed remains the same.

The one-armed monk is still there.

This time, he stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the hollow, seemingly waiting for Chen Fan.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around, a strange glint flashing in his crazed eyes, before letting out a hoarse, eerie laugh:

"I knew you'd come. You're always on time, even if it's only once every few months. Hmm?"