Legend of the Mythological Genes

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Lordbluefire

The melody of the great dao could be heard in the air, overflowing with immortal intent and brimming with the true meaning of mysteries.

Master Subhuti stretched his body and when he saw the monkey kneeling on the ground, he coughed. The sound of his cough sounded like a bell; it was like he just discovered this.

“It’s in the middle of the night. Monkey, what are you doing?”

Sun Wukong replied, “Master, your disciple has been kneeling here for a long time. When Master showed up in the lecture earlier, you hinted that disciple should look for you here from eleven to one at night to impart me the Dao. Hence, this disciple audaciously came here in the middle of the night and waited for you.”

Master Subhuti was actually happy when he heard this. He then silently mused, “This monkey is truly birthed by the heavens and earth or he wouldn’t have been able to solve the riddle in my words so easily.”

Upon seeing the joy of his master, Sun Wukong felt as though he was favored by fortune. He continued, “There’s no six-ears in this world. I hope master can be kind enough to pass the art of longevity to me. Sun Wukong will never forget this debt of kindness!”

After speaking, he bowed deeply in thanks.

Right now, the monkey kept his head down and couldn’t see Subhuti’s expression clearly.

But Feng Lin was deep in the monkey’s heart. He could see everything.

At this moment, Master Subhuti’s gaze was deep, yet no longer as calm as before. He cast a long look at the stone monkey beneath his feet. His eyes seemed capable of piercing through the long river of time and seeing through all lies and illusions.

Right now, Feng Lin was incomparably confident. This Subhuti was as expected of a saint-level existence. Most probably, when Sun Wukong had come to beg for his tutelage in ancient times, he had already seen the scenes of the future through his connection with Sun Wukong, allowing him to plan for certain contingencies.

At this moment, Feng Lin didn’t doubt this at all.

One must know that since the beginning of time, those supremely powerful existences in the Primordial Eras had all jumped out of the three realms and no longer consisted of the five elements. The heavens and earth might crumble, but they would still be alive; the universe might be destroyed, but it wouldn’t affect them.

When ancient myths and legends had encountered the calamity of destruction, no one knew what had happened. Most of the gods, deities, and saints had all vanished without a trace. What about those imposing deities on the supreme level like Master Subhuti? Could they really have vanished just like this as well? Wouldn’t they have made preparations for it?

This was truly a terrifying thought.

For now, Feng Lin still had no way to see through all the mysteries clearly.

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And at this moment, after remaining silent for some time, Subhuti finally spoke, “I’m happy because we are fated. You managed to discern the riddle and solved it. Since this is the case, listen carefully. I shall impart to you the oracular formula of the Dao of longevity.”

Sun Wukong kowtowed to convey his thanks. He paid utmost attention and continued kneeling by the bedside.

Feng Lin also silently focused.

The words of the master were unhurried, seemingly drifting over from the ancient era, filled with mysteries.

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“The truth of the secret art is to cherish life and cultivation.

Even concentrating power in one’s body, imparting the prosperous dao.

Memorizing the oracular formula is of many benefits: evil desires would be expelled, which would then cause your heart to feel calm and cool.

A cool heart would mingle with the purity of light, making one admire the moonlight on a pavilion.

The moon hides the jade, the sun hides the golden crow. The tortoise and snake entwined as one.

Integration of them both causes the foundation of life to be sturdy and solid, capable of planting golden loti in fire.

The five elements can be used as one desires. Upon attainment, one can transform into a buddha or an immortal…”

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The mysteries of the oracular formula was the impartation of the great dao.

Now, the origin was explained. The mysteries of cultivation was clear to Sun Wukong as well.

Sun Wukong felt extremely fortunate. He memorized the oracular formula and thanked his master before leaving the area while contemplating on it endlessly.

A glimmer of light shone in the eastern sky. Golden rays filled the air as the sun rose, cascading its glow downwards and lighting up everything below.

The stone monkey had crossed the four great continents and five oceans just to seek the freedom of longevity.

His journey had been very tough. He had experienced many setbacks and suffered over tens of years of agony in the human world, as well as enduring the look of disdain that others shot him. Right now, he finally received the compensation he deserved.

Even though the stone monkey’s state of heart was already extremely calm, unruffled by any waves, he couldn’t help but cheer wildly at this moment. He was brimming with satisfaction and arrogance.

The name of this secret art was known as the Grand-Grade Heavenly Immortal Art. It referred to the Great Dao of heavenly immortals, there were over 3,000 words in the art which also represented the 3,000 Great Daos that contained boundless profound mysteries.

After that, the stone monkey immersed himself in the oracular formula all day and night, carefully trying to comprehend the essence within.

This monkey was as expected of a spiritual creature born from heavens and earth. Its cultivation aptitude was shocking. In the span of time when it breathed in and out, it subconsciously activated the secret art. The spiritual qi in the surroundings began to gather into heavy flows and envelope the stone monkey entirely.

The surroundings around the stone monkey seemed to be transformed into a real black hole. All its pores opened up.

For a time, despite the fact that the concentration of spiritual qi on Fangcun Mountain was very dense, large amounts of it were being absorbed every second.

“What happened?”

“Which expert is absorbing the spiritual qi?”

“The plundering rate of spiritual qi is simply too tyrannical. We completely have no way to cultivate!”

…

Everyone on the gigantic Fangcun Mountain was startled. Numerous cultivators walked out from all corners, searching for the location the spiritual qi was flowing to.

When they saw the monkey seated on one of the lone mountain peaks in the distance, when they saw the spiritual qi was so thick that they had taken the form of clouds and were churning like waves of the oceans, it looked like the monkey was a whale intending to swallow the entire ocean. Their faces were all filled with incomparable fascination.

Humans were the spirits of all living things. They had innate Dao bodies and they were innately suitable for cultivation.

Earlier when they had seen a monkey being their fellow sect member, they had involuntarily looked down on him because he wasn’t human.

But when they saw the monkey now, their hearts were filled with countless emotions.

Unknowingly, their gazes and expressions all changed.

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These were the four great realms of ancient cultivation.

Feng Lin simply watched as the monkey repeated the same thing day after day. Its cultivation speed could be equated to traveling a thousand miles in a single day. Very swiftly, it bypassed the first realm and entered the second realm of refining qi into spirit.

Every single bit of improvement that was experienced personally by the stone money was now obtained by Feng Lin.

His experiences in the mythological illusion-scape were equal to him walking again on the path of Sun Wukong.

All the experiences here from ancient times would transform into his foundation.

Each of the four great secret realms had their mysteries. They involved matter, body, soul, and their connection with the origin source of energy.

In the bodies of everyone, there was an independent tiny universe. Their five fingers represented the five elements of heavens and earth. Their eyes represented the sun and the moon. Their millions of pores represented the countless constellations in the sky, taking in and sending out astral energy.

But as to how they should generate spiritual qi to temper one’s body, allowing mortals to transcend and enter a higher realm of existence, this was already considered a long-lost secret art, which eventually branched off into the countless cultivation paths of mythological genes.

The Grand-grade Heavenly Immortal Art represented the official cultivation art of heavenly immortals of ancient times. It was incomparably profound.

The path to becoming an immortal was arduously difficult. One would usually need to cultivate for several thousand years.

Ordinary people would have died long ago; thus, it was also tough for them to gain insight into the true nature of this art.

Only spiritual creatures born from heaven and earth like the stone monkey were able to rapidly grasp it and achieve breakthroughs.

From Feng Lin’s perspective. This was equivalent to Sun Wukong imparting everything personally.

Gradually, he felt a deep sense of fatigue. This secret art was truly too profound. Just memorizing it and attempting to understand it was already sufficient to drain him of his mental energies.

Things had to end here.

Feng Lin silently felt regret. However, all the knowledge he gained was already enough for him to digest.

(Hmm, the path of ancient cultivators?)

A strange thought arose in his heart, his consciousness wavered as he returned to his original body.