Forget to wear a vest

Having crossed into the Immortal Cultivation World and finding himself at the very bottom, struggling to survive, Xu Yang discovered he possessed a special golden finger. As long as he persisted in any single activity, he could gain the power to transform the decayed into the miraculous.
Eating: Stabilize the Foundation and Cultivate Essence, strengthen the body, extend lifespan…
Sleeping: Nourish and accumulate energy, be as vigorous as a dragon or a tiger, Eternal Youth…
Breathing: Turtle breathing technique, a tide of vitality, Qi Moves Mountains and Rivers…
Walking: Travel a thousand miles in a day, shrink the land beneath you, rival mountains in your speed…
No matter if it was the common myriad activities or the Hundred Arts of Cultivation, as long as one was persistent, they could reach the pinnacle of refinement.
With this, Xu Yang evolved from a humble fisherman into the strongest ever known, revered as the Ten Mile Sword God!

Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

True Monarch Changrong's gaze sharpened, "Does the Taoist Master mean..."


Xu Yang said with a light chuckle, "Although I cannot see its trace, I can guess its identity."


True Monarch Changrong was somewhat startled and doubtful.


Xu Yang smiled and said, "Once cultivation reaches such a level and develops to such an extent, there must be traces. It's impossible for it to be quietly cultivating somewhere, unnoticed, and become an ancient monstrosity over ten thousand years."


A cultivator needs resources for cultivation.


But resources don't come without reason; one must fight for them, snatch them!


Therefore, a world of cultivation is inevitably a world of great contention.


This is the case for the current world of cultivation, and it's no exception in the world of Taoism, even with "moral" constraints. There are still struggles over fate and incense offerings between the great sects of Taoism.


Chapter 137: Identity_2