Legend of the Great Sage

At their realm, there were far too many methods to extend their lifespans.
There were countless exotic herbs, and pills that could maintain their lives.
The golden toad’s methods of prolonging life was merely one of them.

If a Yang Soul cultivator just stuck with the lazy spirit of pointless life over a good death, they could basically last until the ends of the world.

The underworld primarily targeted people like that.
The Book of Life and Death would automatically calculate the lifespan that they deserved.
It was not completely forbidden to extend their lifespans, but it had to abide by the underworld’s basic laws.
They forbade a cultivator from existing for eternity.

Once the time arrived, they would come to collect the soul.

In order to prevent Human Sovereigns that openly defied the rules by force, they had to send Ghost Immortals and Hell Guards.
Otherwise, if the ghost envoys of the underworld began fighting against cultivators of the living world, it would not be a good sight to behold.

Li Qingshan was amazed.
All the stories he was familiar with from his past life actually had an explanation like this behind them.
He could not help but think of the Myriad Poison Ancestor who abandoned his body back then in the nine provinces, wanting to roam the world as a soul nascence.
The nascences of life, infants, definitely could not survive for long, but “adults” probably could.

In other words, once they reached Yin Soul or Yang Soul, they basically possessed eternal life.
There was no need for them to become True Immortals or arhants.
There were just “supernatural factors” controlling this situation.

Fair enough.
Even a piece of trash like Shen Yushu could reach Yin Soul, even possessing a chance to reach Yang Soul.

Even if cultivation required very great talent and luck, if they could produce a single Yin Soul cultivator from a million people, it would probably reach terrifying numbers.
If their numbers were not controlled, the world would probably be filled with cultivators.

“Hold on.
In other words, my name is in the Book of Life and Death as well?”

“Of course.
The legendary Book of Life and Death is a manifestation of the laws of the Hell realm.
With your cultivation, your name is obviously in the Book of Life and Death.”

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Le Tian glanced at Li Qingshan in disdain.
He might have become the first senior brother, but he was still a clueless bumpkin in the end.
However, he squinted his eyes, hiding his disdainful gaze very well.

Li Qingshan questioned closely, “Then can I remove my name from there?”

Le Tian felt even more disdain for him.
It was not like the Book of Life and Death was a physical book.
It was not even an arcane treasure.
“Of course you can, as long as you twist the laws of the entire Hell realm and break the laws of rebirth in the six realms of saṃsāra.
Hehe, that’s not completely impossible, but if you’re capable of something like that, even the Ten Courts of Yanluo won’t be able to touch you, so why would you still need to edit the Book of Life and Death?”

Li Qingshan rubbed his chin and said in thought, “What if the Ten Courts of Yanluo have a feud with me? Or if I just want to mess with them?”

“You-” Le Tian shuddered inside, actually catching the scent of something devastating.

Suddenly, Le Tian recalled the situation when Li Qingshan faced Taowu on the battlefield in the Demon domain.
With his personality, even if he encountered the Ten Courts of Yanluo, he probably would not bow down.
He would rather be sent to the bottom of hell, Avīci.
Perhaps one day, he would really possess that power…

Smack! Li Qingshan hit him in the back of his head.
“Was that the kind of gaze you should look at your first senior brother with?”

Le Tian rubbed his head and frowned.
“You were clearly in the wrong first, first senior brother!”

“Oh, you’re going to talk back? Let’s hear how I was in the wrong.” Li Qingshan clenched his fist.
He had yet to forget how Le Tian had originally used him for gambling!

“Dying was originally a trifle.
However, I’m going to be gambling against Ox-headed A’pang.
When you ask me when I’m going to die, that’s basically asking me when I’m going to lose.”

Li Qingshan nodded.
“Yep, that’s reasonable! It really is my fault then.
Hehe, I can apologise to you, but when that gamble happens, be sure to call me alone.”

“Why?”

“I want to see what that ox-headed guy looks like? I might even place a wager on you.”

“Then you’ll have to pay a visit to death’s door!” Le Tian warned.
To cultivators, especially Human Sovereigns, the last people they probably wanted to see were the Hell Guards.
They were not the spiritual beasts from the Spiritual Beast garden but monsters that ate people from the Daemonic Beast realm.

“I’ll welcome whatever they throw at me with open arms!”

Li Qingshan smiled.
The Hell realm, the ox-headed ghost, and a gamble of life or death must have been very interesting!