I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

What Lin Chen didn't know was that at the moment he achieved the immortal corpse transformation, this world, which was unknown and difficult to reach, suddenly felt a sense of induction.

This is a strange place, with no sky, no earth, no water, and an eternal void above and below. Only a faint light came from somewhere, illuminating the place slightly.

The environment here is so quiet, and the background is grayish white without any vitality. The atmosphere is cold and silent. People who come here will lose consciousness a little bit after staying for a long time, and eventually fall into the eternal sleep.

And in the deepest part of this space, at this moment, there was a faint, illusory sound of splashing.

I don't know when and where, a deep, dark, unreal water flowed.

On its surface, even light cannot exist.

As the water flowed out little by little, a straight, wide, illusory, dark river without any color gradually appeared in this gray and dark space.

The dark river water kept rolling up and falling, and there was no idea where it came from, and there was no end to it. On the river surface, at some point, there was a sound of waves.

Looking in the direction of upstream or downstream, I saw a dim light suddenly appearing in the gray.

Looking closely, it was an old, rusty oil lamp that had been there for many years. It stood in front of a dark boat, pointing out the direction to go.

On the boat, there were two figures standing one after another.

One looked like a woman, but she was wearing a black sacrificial dress representing death. Her skin was as pale as paper, and her face was hidden under the black veil, revealing only a pair of cold and dead eyes, without a trace of living color.

The other was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker. His face was also stiff and pale, and his pupils were more like the eyes of a long-dead mummy. Even ordinary gazes would make people gradually die.

The two are the supreme people of the current Dead River Sect. The latter is the God-transforming reserve Dinghun Zhenjun of the Dead River Sect, and the former is the current Dead River priest.

If the most mysterious of the nine immortal alliances is the Nanhua Dream Sect, then the most bizarre is the Dead River Sect.

Its bizarreness does not lie in the terrifying attainments in the Way of Death and the Way of Curse, but in the ability to resurrect from the dead.

That's right, it is resurrection from the dead, not the destruction of the body and rebirth, nor is it only the remnant soul reincarnation, but it is truly annihilated and the soul is scattered, but it can still return from the eternal sleep.

Even the monks who are resurrected from the dead, whether in terms of body, soul, or even the so-called true spirit, are exactly the same as before!

Of course, resurrection is not casual. If you want to do this, you must leave a mark in the [Dead River] in advance.

And the cultivation of the resurrected monks will be reset to zero and need to practice again.

But even so, with this strange ability, the people of the Dead River Sect are also the most difficult to kill in the entire Immortal Alliance, unless they die of old age...

No, to be precise, even the leader of the Immortal Alliance, Taixuan Taoist, is not sure whether these cultivators who really enter the Dead River have the concept of old age and death.

Because death seems to be an undefinable word for the Dead River Sect itself.

For millions of years, except for the Taiyin Tianzun, the incarnation cultivator who fell in Lingnan, there has never been any news of death in the Dead River Sect.

They just saw that every once in a while, the top leaders of the Dead River Sect would be replaced on time, and no one knew where those disappeared cultivators went.

So other immortal sects are very wary of this. Even after millions of years, their suspicion and fear of the Dead River Sect have never stopped.

Not to mention the past ten thousand years, after Taiyin Tianzun became a demon, although no major incidents happened to the Dead River Sect itself, the people of the other eight major sects always felt that they were becoming more and more weird.

How to say it?

It felt as if they were no longer alive...

"... Another person saw death."

At this moment, a voice sounded softly above the dark river.

It was hoarse, low, and full of twilight, like the last words of a dying person.

"The other party is like the demon and oblivion, and may be beyond our control..."

"He is not in reality, but in a dream with the same dimension as the Dead River." The Dead River priest said, "When he crosses the dimension and reincarnates into reality, we can directly lead him to the [Returning Soul Island]."

"Will this not cause any trouble?" said the True Lord of the Ding Soul, "After all, the other party is different from those so-called monks who walk the path of death. He has truly seen death..."

"...It doesn't matter. Death is the destination of all living beings. As long as he comes to the Dead River, he is doomed to be unable to escape."

The Dead River priest raised his head and looked at the dark river, the pale background, the dim lights, and the dark ferry in front of him.

The boat was either upstream or downstream. In this eternal silence, it seemed to be wandering on the boundary between life and death.

"For us, the only variable in this world is the Heavenly Demon. As for the others, whether it's the Nine Great Immortal Sects, the Dragon Palace or the Demon Court, or even the variables that have appeared over the long years... all of them, we don't need to care about them."

"Because even if they dominate the world, so what? We can afford to wait until they die...

"Even if they can live for thousands, tens of thousands, or even billions of years, it is meaningless to us. Humans need time to define eternity, but death itself has long gone out of time..."

After hearing this, Dinghun Zhenjun was silent for an unknown period of time before finally responding:

"...Yes."

The Dead River Priest ignored him and lowered her head to look at the dark, bottomless Dead River. A strange look was revealed in her dead eyes.

Then, she stretched out her pale and stiff hand, and her fingertips gently slid across the lake. She sang softly, and her voice was indescribably light and ethereal:

"Those who sleep forever are not the dead..."

She took back her hand, and the dark lake water turned into pale mist in her palm and drifted away...

"And in that mysterious eternity, one day, we will return from that long sleep... "

Accompanied by the last whisper, the boat gradually disappeared into the dark river.

Swish!

Suddenly, a wave rose, and the Dead River began to roll.

The originally dark river water became somewhat transparent at this moment.

Looking into the river, one could vaguely see one figure after another wandering at the bottom of the river.

Their faces included living East China Sea cultivators, dead people from the Lingnan cultivation world, and the Dead River Priest and Dinghun Zhenjun who had just appeared on the Dead River.

Their expressions were rich and vivid, as if They were not reflections, but more like real living people one after another...

They wandered around in that dark, colorless world, at a loss.

And they were all on an island...

No, to be precise, they were on countless identical islands.

And in the center of the island, there was a huge stone tablet with three words engraved on it - the island of returning souls.

Splash!

Another wave came, and the dead river returned to its original state. Eternal silence enveloped the place, as if everything just now was just an illusion.