Chapter 772

Zhang Taixuan: "Because you have to lock yourself away for a thousand years or more—it's too much trouble."

Jin Chan: "The Dao Lord is truly different. If it were my side's people, locking away for a thousand years would be perfectly normal."

Su Xiao: "Lock away that long? No thanks—I still need Brother Taixuan to protect me!"

Hu Yifei: "Locking away that long all at once is indeed hard on modern people."

Han Paopao: "That's a Hunyuan Dala Golden Immortal! A top-tier big shot across all worlds! How could the Dao Lord not be envious?!"

Ye Hei: "Would you be willing, Brother Han?"

Han Paopao: "I would. Haven't you noticed? When we lock away, time in the chat group moves incredibly slowly—after a thousand years of cultivation, barely any time has passed in the chat group."

Zhang Taixuan: "You can't lock away even if you want to. I said achieving Hunyuan Dala Jin Xian in a thousand years was only possible under the support of forty-nine worlds. Can your world supply you with spiritual energy at full capacity?"

Han Paopao: "... I don't have that much influence!"

Su Xiao: "By the way, if forty-nine worlds supply spiritual energy at full capacity, how much cultivation power could accumulate over a thousand years?"

Hu Yifei: "That would probably be an astronomical number."

Zhang Taixuan: "Impossible to estimate—suffice it to say, it's immense, worthy of being called boundless magic power."

Su Xiao: "Terrifying."

Ye Hei: "That's normal. Hunyuan Dala Jin Xian are beings of boundless divine power and boundless magic power. If someone became a Hunyuan after accumulating only a few thousand years' worth of magic power, I'd suspect that Hunyuan was fake!"

Ye Hei: "Looks like even if we wanted to lock away, we'd never get the chance to achieve Hunyuan all at once."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Without the support of forty-nine worlds, we can only accumulate magic power slowly."

Sun Wukong: "Dao Lord, you're truly amazing. If I'd known, I'd have chosen the Immortal Martial Path—I picked the Heavenly Immortal Path instead, and I've only advanced to the Golden Immortal Realm, with no path beyond!"

Jin Chan: "Who cares if there's a path or not? You're only a Heavenly Immortal. Thinking about Golden Immortal matters is still too early."

Sun Wukong: "Thinking won't break any laws."

Eastern Jin.

Ma Clan.

As a prominent clan of Kuaiji, the Ma family's estate was built with extreme luxury.

Within the estate, countless servants bustled about—hundreds serving only a dozen or so Ma family members, truly extravagant.

"This matter must be reported to Father immediately," Ma Wencai said, stunned, his emotions still unsettled.

Originally, he had planned to ponder Li Shimin's words for a while.

But after witnessing Su Xiao and Nezha's divine battle, he could no longer sit still.

Immortality—delaying even a minute would be disrespectful to immortality.

"Someone!"

"Young Master!"

"Where is Father right now?"

"In the study."

Ma Wencai waved: "You may leave."

After confirming his father's location, he straightened his robes and rose, striding swiftly toward the study.

Along the way, all servants and maids were curious.

The usually refined and gentle Young Master seemed unusually agitated today—his steps even stirred the air.

"My son, why are you so impolite today?" Ma Fu, inkstone in hand, frowned disapprovingly as Ma Wencai rushed in.

"Forgive my rudeness, Father, but today's matter is too grave—I must inform you without delay."

Ma Fu didn't believe Ma Wencai could have any serious matter.

After all, he held no official post, merely studied at home—what could possibly be so important?

"What's wrong? Did the sky fall?"

"Father, today's matter is utterly bizarre—I'll explain in detail, but don't be shocked!"

Ma Fu set down his brush on the stand and sat.

"Speak. I want to hear what great matter you've encountered!"

Ma Wencai steadied himself, then said: "Father, what do you think of immortals?"

"Immortals?" Ma Fu's voice rose sharply, his gaze turning piercing. "These harmful things—have you been associating with them? I told you to cultivate your character and avoid such people! If you damage your reputation, how will you ever become an official?"

"Father, I have not associated with Daoist priests," Ma Wencai countered. "This has nothing to do with them. Their tricks only fool common folk—they can't fool me. I met a true immortal!"

"A true immortal?" Ma Fu sneered. "Who among those who meet a sorcerer or Daoist priest doesn't claim they met a true immortal? Foolish boy! If true immortals existed, wouldn't the Daoists rule the world instead of the aristocratic clans?"

"Father, look at what I hold in my hand?" Ma Wencai, seeing his father's disbelief, raised his hand—and with a thought, ten catties of gold appeared in his palm.

Ma Fu's eyes narrowed.

His son hadn't moved at all—yet the gold had appeared out of nowhere.

This was truly bizarre.

He rose, stepped closer, and examined the gold carefully, confirming its authenticity.

"How did this gold appear? Could Daoism truly possess the art of turning stones to gold?"

Ma Fu began to doubt reality.

He was well acquainted with Daoism and its practitioners—he had even interacted with them.

After all, in this era, everyone loved discussing metaphysics and Daoist philosophy; nobles who had never encountered Daoists were rare.

But those people had no real divine powers.

Many gathered merely to study forbidden bedroom arts.

He had never seen anyone—least of all his own son—who could conjure gold from thin air!

"My son… have you already attained divine power?" Ma Fu's voice trembled. "Could immortals truly exist?"