Chapter 67: Tai Chu Dao Scripture

Six months later, at the White Jade Pavilion in the heart of Tai Chu Immortal Gate.

Zuo Meng sat cross-legged in the center of the grand hall, fragrant sandalwood smoke curling around him. His appearance seemed ordinary, yet he exuded the aura of a true immortal. Below him, around forty disciples gathered—selected elites from the newest batch, deemed worthy to cultivate the advanced sections of his groundbreaking methods.

Du Fan sat front and center, gazing up at the Headmaster with barely contained excitement.

Only half a year had passed since leaving his small mountain village. Never had Du Fan imagined becoming a True Disciple of the Headmaster. Every person here belonged to Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s first core cohort, rigorously tested and chosen. Lesser talents had been assigned to elders, making this hall the pinnacle of opportunity.

“Immortal cultivation seeks truth and longevity,” Zuo Meng’s voice resonated. “Yet the path is treacherous. To endure, protective methods are essential. Our Tai Chu Immortal Gate possesses such arts—what I call divine powers.”

At the mention of longevity and divine powers, the disciples leaned forward eagerly.

“Master, can we truly attain immortality?”

“Harmony with the Dao grants it.”

Zuo Meng glanced at the speaker—Zhao Zheng, son of Prince Xing.

“What is harmony with the Dao?”

“The Dao cannot be spoken or named. To merge with it demands profound perception. Cultivation is this very journey: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and finally, harmony with the Dao. Each stage deepens your understanding. Follow our methods faithfully, and you’ll achieve it.”

A direct path to harmony with the Dao!

Zhao Zheng’s fists tightened. In the capital, nobles schemed and bled for scraps of the *Supreme Heavenly Book*. Yet here, Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s superior methods—capable of breeching even the Transformation God realm—flowed freely.

“You’ve all mastered the first three layers of our methods,” Zuo Meng continued. “The weakest among you has reached Foundation Establishment.”

His cultivation method divided into six layers mirroring the realms. The initial three layers, polished to perfection through widespread practice, now gave way to the challenging fourth. These core disciples would test its refinements.

“Today, I impart the fourth layer’s core techniques. Cultivate diligently. Honor our sect’s name.”

“Yes!” came the unified reply.

“We begin with Golden Core classifications…”

Days blurred into years.

Six years passed.

Zuo Ming had embraced his role as teacher, refining both disciples and methods. Only in rare moments of solitude did he recall this was but a dream—one grown alarmingly vivid. Memories of his real world frayed at the edges, eroded by decades lived as Xue Chuan. Previous dreams had let him observe dispassionately from beyond the Three Realms. Immersion changed everything.

Time’s weight now clung to him, forging not just a teacher, but a being transcending mortality—

A true immortal.

“Visit me in the capital, brother,” Zhao Zheng urged Du Fan at the sect’s gates.

“I will, given the chance,” Du Fan promised.

With the first disciples’ departure, Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s influence spread. From Great Chu’s heartlands to the wild frontiers, their presence turned the sect into a revered sanctuary. Headmaster Zuo Meng, now hailed as the Tai Chu Immortal Sovereign, presided from mist-shrouded peaks.

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Du Fan and Zhao Zheng lingered last. The sloppy Daoist who’d recruited Du Fan stayed as a caretaker elder, content with quiet cultivation. But youth’s restlessness drove Du Fan downward.

Summoning his flying sword, he soared toward Black Cow Village. Six years. Had his parents aged? Their tearful farewell still haunted him—sacrifices made for a son’s ambition.

The world below had transformed. Great Chu’s Dragon Guards crushed rebellions, absorbing weaker factions through blood and steel. True unification reigned under the peerless Emperor of Chu. Meanwhile, the wilds coalesced under a demon emperor, skies darkening with monstrous hordes.

Yet both powers paled before Tai Chu Immortal Gate.

Outside the sect, cultivation meant peril. Golden Core experts ranked as pillars; Nascent Soul ancestors served as hidden aces. Only five known Transformation God cultivators existed—three in Great Chu, two in the wilds. Inner demons culled countless aspirants. But Tai Chu disciples, shielded from such corruption, all descended with at least Golden Core strength. Their supremacy went unchallenged.

Thus the sect’s methods became legend, coveted by all Immortal Cultivators. They named it—

*Tai Chu Dao Scripture*.

The scripture pointing straight to the Great Dao.