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title: "Chapter 3: The Path of Immortals"
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novel: "reverend-insanity"
number: 3
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createdAt: "2014-04-18"
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A year after taking control of the Crimson Peak Sect, Fang Yuan had transformed it into something unrecognizable. The disciples who remained were fundamentally altered—enhanced and controlled through generations of gu implants that would take normal cultivators centuries to understand. The sect's resources were dedicated entirely to Fang Yuan's research instead of balanced sect operations.

More importantly, Fang Yuan had begun the long work of creating immortals.

True immortality didn't exist in this era. The best cultivators might live for two or three centuries, their bodies degrading slowly over time. But Fang Yuan remembered methods from his original timeline—techniques for refining the body into a state where time itself became negotiable.

His first experimental immortal was already showing promising signs. A cultivator named Dai Wan, thirty years old when Fang Yuan selected her, had undergone a cascading series of gu implants over six months. Her physiology was being fundamentally restructured at the cellular level, each gu working in harmony to create something beyond human.

"How do you feel?" Fang Yuan asked during her examination.

"Strong," Dai Wan responded, her voice different now—layered, as if multiple consciousnesses were speaking through her body. This was a side effect Fang Yuan hadn't anticipated but found fascinating. The gu were beginning to develop their own form of sentience, creating a hybrid consciousness between human and demonic entity.

"Your life essence is stabilizing," Fang Yuan noted, reading her cultivation fluctuations. "Another six months, and you'll reach the threshold. After that, you'll stop aging. Your body will enter a state of perpetual stasis, regenerating faster than time can degrade it."

"Will I still be myself?" Dai Wan asked, a question that normal cultivators might phrase with fear. She asked it with clinical curiosity—another effect of the neural gu. Fear, anger, and despair were being filtered out of her emotional responses, leaving only purpose and utility.

"Does it matter?" Fang Yuan replied. "Selfhood is negotiable for those pursuing immortality. You're becoming something greater than human. Personal identity is a limitation of mortality."

Over the following weeks, other sect members began showing the transformation signs that indicated they were candidates for the immortal enhancement protocol. Some volunteered, seeking the power and longevity Fang Yuan offered. Others were selected regardless of their preferences—humans had no say in Fang Yuan's grand design.

The ethical implications were irrelevant to him. In his original timeline, he'd spent centuries studying the philosophy of morality and concluded that it was ultimately a construct used by the weak to restrain the strong. True cultivation meant transcending such limitations.

One evening, as Fang Yuan was refining a new batch of gu in his laboratory, a challenger arrived at the sect's gates demanding combat. This was not unusual—ambitious cultivators frequently tested themselves against renowned sects. What was unusual was that this challenger had knowledge he shouldn't possess.

"Fang Yuan!" the woman called, her voice resonating across the mountainside. "I know what you've done here. Show yourself!"

Fang Yuan emerged, studying this unexpected variable. The woman was perhaps fifty years old, her cultivation solid but unremarkable. But there was something in her eyes—an awareness that suggested she'd encountered gu techniques similar to his.

"You," she said, recognition dawning. "You're the one. The cultivator who disappeared fifty years ago from the eastern regions. They're still searching for you. There are bounties. Entire sects dedicated to finding you."

Fang Yuan's blood ran cold. Impossible. He'd been careful, hidden his traces. How had anyone—

Then he realized: this woman wasn't from his era. She was from an earlier point in this timeline, someone who'd encountered reports or legends about a mysterious cultivator who appeared and vanished inexplicably. But the timeline didn't match. Fang Yuan had only been in this era for a year.

"You're confused," he said carefully. "I'm not who you think I am."

"No," the woman stepped closer, cultivation flaring. "I know exactly who you are. Because I'm not from this era either. And like you, I've been sent back. Unlike you, I understand what happens if we allow paradoxes to form."

Fang Yuan's mind raced through implications. Another time-traveler. From when? How far back? And more importantly—was she here to stop him?

"I'm Gu Yu," the woman said. "And I've been watching the cultivators sent back through time. Most stay hidden, try to live quietly. But you..." she smiled sadly. "You're trying to reshape the entire era. That's not allowed. The timeline will correct itself. It will resist you."

"I control forty disciples," Fang Yuan said coldly. "I've conquered a sect. I've begun creating immortals. One woman won't stop me."

"No," Gu Yu agreed. "But the timeline will. In three months, a meteor will strike this mountain. In six months, a plague will decimate the sect. In nine months, a greater sect will declare war. These events are fixed points, Fang Yuan. They'll happen regardless of what you try to do to prevent them."

"Then I'll stop them," Fang Yuan declared.

"You can't," Gu Yu said softly. "That's what I learned in my own iteration. The universe resists paradox. Everything I tried to change reverted. Everyone I saved died anyway. The only way to survive a time-loop is to accept that some things are immutable."

As Gu Yu vanished into the night, leaving only her words behind, Fang Yuan stared up at the sky. He'd escaped his original timeline, entered a past era with all the knowledge of immortals.

But could he escape fate itself?

That question would define everything that came after.
