Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"No Core Formation without a Spirit God!" Zhang Yuanjing gritted his teeth, forcing out the words. His heart sank heavily.

In this space of one square mile, trying to escape the frantic pursuit of an Orc whose magic power and physical body had both reached the Core Formation stage was nothing short of a fool's dream.

Shang Ming was still using the Golden Hammer and Silver Seal, these two high-grade magical artifacts. He wasn't using a Dharma treasure because he hadn't refined one yet, and they weren't as easy to use as the magical artifacts he'd been using for years.

The Golden Hammer hung motionless, while the Silver Seal directly released sword shadows—not hundreds, but tens of thousands, rustling and resounding, with a murderous aura like a tide, confusing the mind and making it difficult to distinguish true from false.

"Star brilliance fears the blazing sun; moonlight is firm and can resist." This was the mocking evaluation of the Star Moon Sect's two major cultivation techniques by cultivators from the five major sects. However, it also depended on the difference in strength.

Faced with an Orc at the Core Formation stage, Zhang Yuanjing could only activate the last low-grade, high-quality Vajra Talisman, using the axe shield and Soul Restraining Hoe to protect his head and neck in a desperate struggle. Meanwhile, his unconstrained divine sense urgently and frequently called out to the Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron.

However, the cauldron remained unresponsive. With its power, it was impossible that it couldn't hear his call. The reason it was playing deaf and mute was either that it didn't care about his life or death, or that it lacked the conditions to act.

Although, judging from the cauldron's consistent attitude, the former was more likely, he preferred to believe it was the latter. As long as it had the benefits it needed, it would take the initiative, even sparing no effort. However, were there any benefits it needed here?

The sword shadows were traceless, passing through his body. Just as Zhang Yuanjing thought they were all feints, a silver light, as if substantial, slashed from the side of his neck, briefly pausing as it was blocked by the protective golden light. Then, it continued to cut down, like slicing tofu, crushing everything in its path.

With a 'bang,' a tiny golden shield emerged beside Zhang Yuanjing's neck, tightly against his skin, blocking the silver light and preventing it from continuing to cut down.

The stalled silver light revealed its original form: a half-foot-long short sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, with a fluorescent glow like water.

Zhang Yuanjing activated the Swift Steps Boots under his feet, flashing back more than ten zhang.

Having walked through the gates of hell, his back was slightly cold, but he wasn't flustered.

The Vajra Talisman was still maintaining the protective golden light, strong and powerful, lasting at least ten breaths. However, all of his magic power had been completely consumed due to the continuous use of the True Inheritance Token.

Next, he could only rely on magical talismans to eke out a living. After the Vajra Talisman was used up, he would use the Earth Wall Talisman, Wind Riding Talisman, and Gale Talisman. After the low-grade, high-quality ones were used up, he would use the mid-grade ones. If one wasn't enough, he would use several together. If he couldn't block, he would fly away and dodge, prolonging his life for as long as possible. He would never give up until the very last moment.

Shang Ming, having returned to his old appearance and greatly increased his strength, wore a grim smile, acting without restraint. His hands formed one hand seal after another, manipulating the Golden Hammer and Silver Seal to repeatedly attack and kill, opening wide and closing tightly, forcefully suppressing Zhang Yuanjing and not giving him any chance to breathe.

If things continued like this, even if he used all the usable magical talismans, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Sure enough, after only five breaths, with a 'snap,' the protective golden light shattered and disappeared completely.

Zhang Yuanjing threw out the only low-grade, high-quality Stone Wall Talisman he had, blocking it in front of him, while he stood close to the stone wall.

A mocking expression appeared on Shang Ming's face as he manipulated the Golden Hammer to smash into the stone wall head-on. With a series of loud booms, the stone wall collapsed.

Zhang Yuanjing took out another low-grade, mid-quality Wind Riding Talisman and dodged within the formation.

Shang Ming didn't chase him. Instead, he took out a formation flag from his chest and waved it gently. Zhang Yuanjing, who was flying to one side, immediately crashed into a wall and was blocked back.

Changing to another direction, he was blocked by an invisible wall after flying only a few zhang.

The space within the trapped formation rapidly shrank, shrinking from one square mile to thirty zhang in less than two breaths.

Obviously, this Orc, who had fully recovered his strength, didn't want to play cat-and-mouse games with him anymore and wanted to end the battle quickly.

Looking at Zhang Yuanjing, who had given up flying and had a face full of despair, Shang Ming laughed wildly, but his voice was as unpleasant as the howling of a night owl.

Suddenly, amidst this terrifying laughter, a shocking "beep" sound rang out, and the entire trapped formation trembled violently.

Before either of them could react, the void space shattered like a bubble, silently collapsing.

A thick, impenetrable darkness, like a curtain, fell from the sky, covering the two of them again.

Divine sense was still like a bird trapped in a cage, confined to the sea of consciousness, unable to explore anything outside the body.

At this moment, several scarlet stone bullets fell from the sky, striking Shang Ming and Zhang Yuanjing's bodies. With a 'bang bang,' they exploded.

Clusters of scarlet smoke and dust rose into the sky, spreading out and covering a space of several dozen zhang.

Shang Ming immediately stirred his magic power, sweeping away the smoke and dust from around him. He didn't know what this smoke was and didn't dare to act rashly.

Just as Zhang Yuanjing was about to act, he received a voice transmission in his ear: "This smoke is non-toxic, no need to worry. Tunnel in the direction of your left hand, leave this cave quickly!"

The voice was hoarse and low, slightly familiar, but Zhang Yuanjing couldn't identify the person in his haste. However, he didn't hesitate and immediately soared into the air, heading straight for the tunnel.

Outside the tunnel was an abyss. He jumped with all his might, falling straight to the bottom of the abyss.

The wind howled behind him, and Shang Ming followed.

Mist swirled below, extremely cold, and his body rapidly froze.

Zhang Yuanjing took out the Undying Flame, gulped down a large mouthful of wine, and took two Yang Preserving Pills in succession. After the medicinal power dissolved, he heavily exhaled a mouthful of white air with a "duo" sound, and the blood in his body began to flow again.

Using this Undying Flame, his divine sense rushed out of his sea of consciousness, scanning the surrounding hundred zhang, and also "saw" Shang Ming, who was thirty zhang above, clearly.

This person's body was flashing with bloody light, isolating the Yin Nether Qi and the cold air of the earth from invading, but his brow was furrowed, his face showed a painful expression, and he occasionally reached out to scratch his head.

Obviously, compared to his physical body, his extremely weak divine soul was unable to resist the Yin Nether Qi in sync, and he was in a state of extreme repression and discomfort.

After falling less than a hundred zhang, his feet touched the ground. The hoarse voice came again: "Leave that place, quickly!"

Zhang Yuanjing tapped his feet and activated the Swift Steps Boots, continuously rushing forward, quickly escaping thirty zhang away.

Looking back, he saw Shang Ming landing on the ground. Behind him, a white-and-purple jade pendant flew from nowhere.

The jade pendant was carved with clouds and mist, extremely exquisite. Under the influence of Shang Ming's aura, the jade pendant emitted a crisp "ding-ling" sound, and the originally carved cloud patterns trembled and "came alive," instantly generating a cloud of five-colored smoke, spreading out within a ten-zhang radius around Shang Ming.

Shang Ming frowned, a sneering smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. He stirred his magic power and sensed Zhang Yuanjing's direction, then rapidly flew forward.

He felt that he had firmly locked onto Zhang Yuanjing's aura and wasn't afraid of the fog's interference at all.

Entering the fog, he indeed heard a slight sound of rushing through the air ahead.

Chasing forward, a blurry figure appeared ahead. He stomped his feet and rushed forward, smashing a fist into the person's back. The figure staggered forward from this punch but didn't fall down or counterattack, still fleeing with his head buried.

Shang Ming was taken aback, secretly thinking how this person's physical body could be so hard. So he took out the Golden Hammer, sacrificed it, and smashed it down. The figure didn't dodge and was directly smashed to the ground by this hammer.

Just as Shang Ming was about to go forward to check, he didn't expect that the figure, who looked heavily injured and was violently trembling on the ground, would suddenly leap up and still fly forward.

Shang Ming was immediately surprised and suspicious. Just as he was about to carefully think about it, a sense of confusion surged out, covering up the suspicious thoughts. Then, he chased after the figure, regardless of everything, and attacked the figure in front with the Golden Hammer again.

Such a scene repeatedly appeared. If there were others watching from the outside, they would discover that Shang Ming was actually running back and forth in a space of thirty or forty zhang, occasionally using the golden hammer in his hand to smash the ground hard.

"Fellow Daoist, leave quickly; this thing can't trap him for long!" The hoarse voice came from ahead. Zhang Yuanjing scanned with his divine sense and saw a sturdy man seven zhang tall with a face like a chiseled axe gradually rising from a slope, beckoning him to come over.

"So it's Brother Zhong!" Zhang Yuanjing said suddenly. This person was Zhong Bixing, a Foundation Establishment Perfected cultivator from the Heavy Sword Sect whom he had met once before.

"Come quickly!" Zhong Bixing shouted anxiously.

Zhang Yuanjing strode forward. Ahead was a gentle slope leading downward. The end was pitch black, but he could hear the slight sound of water waves flowing.

"This is an underground lake. The water is extremely cold, and the Yin Nether Qi is very heavy. There's a cave below that connects to another space. If Fellow Daoist has fire-attribute pills, you can take them and hide in the water. This person will definitely not be able to find you," Zhong Bixing said hurriedly.

"What about Brother Zhong? Why not enter the lake to hide!" Zhang Yuanjing asked.

"Zhong has an important responsibility and must go to the location of the Profound Yin King Grass! Yesterday, our team of ten passed through the passage where the formation was located and were ambushed by the Star Moon Sect. Five people were poisoned. Zhong was walking at the end of the line and escaped the calamity. Because the other four people scattered, he could only hide in the side with a concealment technique, waiting for an opportunity.

"Later, seeing Fellow Daoist trapped in the formation, I discovered the accurate location of the formation and broke open the great formation from the outside! Fellow Daoist, that person is about to break through the encirclement of the Mirage Pearl. I can't explain in detail, you must hide quickly!"

Zhong Bixing was watching the five-colored mirage while talking to Zhang Yuanjing, and a few traces of anxiety appeared on his resolute face.

Zhang Yuanjing bowed and performed a salute: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving my life! I will remember it in my heart and will definitely repay you in the future! We'll meet again!"

Zhong Bixing didn't dare to accept his great gift, stepping aside and cupping his hands, a few traces of relief and joy appearing in his bright eyes. Immediately, he sacrificed the giant sword behind him and rushed towards the gradually dispersing five-colored smoke.

Shang Ming, who had finally broken free from the entanglement of the mirage after a great effort, had a face full of frustration, howling like a wolf in his mouth, frantically spinning in place and looking around.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjing was already a hundred zhang away from him, and with the dense Yin Nether Qi blocking him, he didn't need to worry about being discovered by him.

Zhong Bixing, who rushed up quickly, swung his great sword, tripping Shang Ming, who had just been freed from the mirage and hadn't recovered his senses.

Without looking at his injuries, he immediately sheathed his sword, rushed into a tunnel in front, and hurried away.

The furious Shang Ming roared, his eyes as red as fire, his face full of bulging veins. He stomped his feet hard and leaped into the air, then landed and ran wildly like a wolf with his hands turned into claws.

Zhang Yuanjing, who was already close to the edge of the lake, couldn't see the figures and actions of the two people through the heavy darkness. He felt worried in his heart, but he could only sigh softly, lamenting that everyone had their own responsibilities and fate, and secretly hoping that this seven-foot-tall steel giant would have a good ending.