The Liberal Cultivator Peak. The bright moon hung in the night sky like a jade plate. Wang Bugui and his fellows and other liberal cultivators were gathering around a bonfire, drinking and chatting carefreely.

“Brother Wang, you are so good at martial arts! I admire you, and let me drink to you!” One of the cultivator stood up, turned to Wang Bugui holding a cup of wine, and then drained the cup with one gulp.

“Thank you!” Wang Bugui picked up a cup of wine as well, and swallowed it.

“We didn’t expect you’re so strong, Brother Wang. Sorry for offend you in word!” Another cultivator apologized with a hold fist salute.

“Never mind. It’s okay! It’s because I hid the strength of myself.” Wang Bugui waved his hand and smiled.

“This time, you three have made the final eight! It’s beyond of our imagine! Besides you, Brother Chu He has also qualified. It’s really rare to see more than two liberal cultivators who have been in the top eight in the competition since the Age of Dharma Decline!” One liberal cultivator, sitting on the ground, grasped the wine gourd, had a long drink, and sighed.

“I’m just lucky. I didn’t meet very powerful geniuses, otherwise I wouldn’t win.” Chu He, dressed in blue, lay on the ground and shook his head.

“You are strong, Brother Chu. However, nowadays, we liberal cultivators lack of helpful experiences and sufficient resources. That’s why we are comparatively weaker. Anyway, this time we have a sigh of relief!” A liberal cultivator with a lot of beards smiled.

“I heard that the Path to Immortality will show up in this age, but I don’t know whether it’s true. If I’m have the luck to see it, I will have nothing to regret even if I die!” A gray-haired old man sighed. He was not a participant, but just came here to watch the battle. He had watched the competition several times, only intending to prove which age was the legendary Great Age.

In view of the current situation, this age was the most likely one, because there were too many genius and prodigies in this age. All of them were amazing. Even the one with the Historical Taoism Body showed up. Such body was even rare in the ancient historical times. Besides, there were the inheritor of Zhao Yun, a Big Capable, and the inheritor of Xiang Yu, the Conqueror.

One of the three major godly arrays of the ancient historical times also appeared. Moreover, there was a genius of Buddhism who was considered rare to see for thousands of years. And now, among our liberal cultivators, there was an unknown but extremely powerful candidate.

The Palace of Hundred Flowers and the Sect of the Nine Heavens even had more than one prodigies. All these signs indicated that a Great Age after two thousand years was around the corner. All the cultivators in the earth had been waiting for thousands of years for the Path to Immortality in this age.

“I have been cultivating myself for 500 years. But now I was only in the Voiding State.” “Having waited for 500 years, I dare not to live as long as the heavens and the earth. I only want to see the Path to Immortality that attracted all the genius. I also want to appreciate the elegant appearance of the Kunlun Human Emperor. If I can, I’m willing to turn myself into soils.”

The old man looked at the stars and sighed. Once upon a time, he was like these young people, full of spirit, intending to fight to be immortal. But time passing by, he witnessed the death of his old friends as well as his beloved one. He was unable to change everything, and only at this time, did he realize that time was the most terrible force in the world, for it could bury too many things.

The ruthless years had turned him into a dying old man from a heroic youth. There was no possibility for him to improve his cultivation base in this life. His only wish was to take a look at the Path to Immortality that countless people dreamed of.

Therefore, he could talk with his beloved one and his friends about what the Path to Immortality was. Looking at the old man who was drinking alone, Wang Bugui had some sympathy in his heart.

He would never forget the feeling when those precious for him died one after one, but he could do nothing. The old man felt the same the same way as Wang Bugui did. Wang Bugui spoke to him, “Sir, don’t worry, if the Path to Immortality appears, we will definitely let you see it. But, before that, may we know your name?”

“My name is Ke Meng.” The old man replied with emotions.

“I’m Wang Bugui. Nice to meet you, Senior Ke.” Wang Bugui smiled, and held a fist.

Ke Meng slowly nodded and studied him carefully. A surprise seemed to flash over the old man’s eyes. But it quickly disappeared. Then he uttered, “How amazing that you can reach this level at such a young age. The only thing you need to breakthrough is just to deeply experience the human society, isn’t it?”

“Thanks for your appreciation, Senior Ke. I haven’t decided where to take this final experience.” Wang Bugui grinned.

“How many years have you been cultivating?” Ke Meng asked.

“12.” Wang Bugui answered.

“12? Only using 12 years to reach such level?! Haha, it seems that the Path to Immortality will definitely show up in this age. You can touch the first prodigy in ancient historical times. Nice, I’m looking forward to the path.” Ke Meng was shocked and then laughed out loud.

“Senior Ke…” Wang Bugui wanted to ask him why he acted like this. But Ke Meng shook his head and raised his wrinkled hands, saying, “You continue to talk, and I want to be alone.”

Then, he got up and left, disappearing in a blink of an eye. The cultivators looked into the direction he left with confusion for a while, and then continued to drink and chat. Soon after, they all got drunk. Fortunately, they could wake themselves up with the Heart Purifying Incantation, so they would not miss the big event on the second day.

“Ah, the most beautiful scene at night is surely the starry sky!” Wang Bugui lay on the soft grass by the cliff, holding Chiou in his arm, and stared at the starry sky. The bright moon and the stars on the Pure Land seemed at his fingertips. He reached out and tried to grab them. He would never get bored about this dreamy, beautiful starry sky.

His three brothers around him had already fallen asleep. Wang Bugui cast a glance at them, and revealed a smile. He felt really good to have families again. Then he received Chiou and began to sleep as well, after all, there was a big battle waiting for him tomorrow.

The next morning, when the soft, warm sun shone at him, he browed and then slowly opened his eyes. Patting his face, he stood up, stretched out, and began the morning practice. Zhao Changge and others also woke up and followed him to practice.

Till the competition was about to begin, they four just flew to the main peak. When they arrived, the court outside the martial field had already been crowded with cultivators. The battle today was the quarterfinal, and it would certainly be more exciting than yesterday, so people couldn’t wait it.

Just as Wang Bugui and his fellows arrived, they heard a burst of cheers from many male cultivators. It turned out that Leng Yueyan and the three fairies of the Palace of Hundred Flowers were coming, while talking about something.

These four girls were all female prodigies in this age. They not only possessed powerful strength, but also had their own charming style, just like four fairy flowers that fell into the earth. Countless cultivators had been attracted by their graceful figure. No wonder they would cause such a big reaction.

“Sure enough, the top beautiful female cultivators of this generation are Leng Yueyan and the three fairies of the Palace of Hundred Flowers. Unfortunately, Jiang Lianyue has met Zhao Changge, and Shangguan Yiyi has met Yu Wude, otherwise they would attend this competition as well.” A cultivator of the Zhenyang Sect sighed.

Later, given a way by the surrounding cultivators, Leng Yueyan and Meiqing walked side by side in the center of the martial feild. Then the other top eight geniuses also appeared one after another. Reciting the Buddhist Scriptures, Ning Zhe moved here in a flash. After a clag of a sword, a group of sword power skimmed over the sky, and Feng Tianming, riding a sword, showed up.

Chu He, the liberal cultivator was flying on a treasure gourd. Wang Bugui and Lyu Hao were carried by Yu Wude’s array, coming together. The eight geniuses assembled. Looking at them in the center of the field, all the other cultivators all with great expectations.

“Which four will stay after today’s battle? All of them are all the top geniuses. This time the liberal cultivators have occupied three places. It is really unexpected.” Some cultivators felt shocked about the liberal cultivators’ strength of this generation. But after since this age was called the Great Age of Dharma Decline, and the number of all the prodigies exceeded the sum of all the previous prodigies, so everyone was relieved.

The charm of Meiqing, the stunned sword will of Feng Tianming, the aggressive bearing of Lyu Hao, the 30 Foot Golden Body Manifestation of Ning Zhe, the fairy temperament of Leng Yueyan, the strange flute sound of Chu He, the overbearing array of Yu Wude, and the supreme power of Wang Bugui.

If born in the Golden Age of cultivation, these eight people could also be regarded as geniuses, so they were destined to shine in the Golden Age of Dharma Decline. Perhaps in this age, one of them would indeed manage to become an immortal.

Even the Headmasters and elders of the various sects in the palace were also very emotional, looking forward to this age very much. For more than two thousand years since the pre-Qin Dynasty, numerous prodigies had been crazy for the Path to Immortality, and in this age, the hope appeared.

However, it was predicted that there would be a disaster that had never happened in ancient times along with the Path to Immortality. In this Golden Age, who would make himself stand out to be the immortal, live as long as the heavens and the earth, and leave a good name for future generations? What kind of destruction would happen? Would all the creatures die? And who would be able to fight against the catastrophe to save the world?

Leng Shuangrong thought for a while quietly, and then got up and walked outside the hall, waving her hand, “The quarterfinal of the Gathering of Practitioners begins!”