Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

As the black liquid entered Zhang Yuanjing's abdomen, a chilling air immediately froze his entire body. Fortunately, he held a Yang Yuan Stone in his hand, and the extremely pure Yang Yuan power flowed continuously from his fingertips into his meridians, scouring the black liquid.

After a few breaths, a wisp of silver-gray gas was produced, which drilled into his dantian and hid within the thick earth power like golden liquid, motionless.

Thereafter, a wisp of silver-gray gas would be produced every few breaths. Before long, throughout his dantian, streaks of silver-gray light appeared within the dark golden light. These rays of light did not merge into the golden liquid of the dantian, but merely adhered to it.

After about a few days, the dantian emitted a dazzling silver glow, and all the accumulated silver-gray gas condensed into a small silver ball, which smoothly passed through the meridians in front of his chest, crossed the middle court, and rushed straight to the Niwan Palace, colliding with the endless void in his brain.

"Boom!"

It was as if a burst of light exploded, illuminating the Niwan Palace brilliantly. Something mysterious emerged in the light and shadow. When the light faded, this mysterious thing seemed to disappear.

However, Zhang Yuanjing knew that the thing was there. Now that it had appeared, it would not leave this time. It stood in the endless void of the Niwan, like the red sun illuminating the darkness, clarifying the path ahead for him to climb the Great Dao!

This was the Spiritual God! The biggest difference between a Core Formation cultivator and those below the Foundation Establishment stage!

With the Spiritual God established, he felt as if he had taken a miraculous elixir, and every pore on his body felt extremely comfortable.

The middle court immediately expanded several times, and a large amount of thick earth power poured in from various meridians and the dantian, refining his physical body again and again.

In the dantian, the golden liquid immediately condensed, and the originally full dantian appeared much emptier.

The thick earth power underwent a qualitative change, with a faint purple hue in the dark gold, revealing a hint of profound aura. The Thick Earth Transformation Technique broke through to the second level without any hindrance, naturally and effortlessly.

Zhang Yuanjing woke up from his meditation. As his eyes opened, divine light flowed within them, and his entire body was full of vitality. Compared to before, earth-shattering changes had taken place.

From then on, his roots were firm and he stood tall; from then on, his spirit and soul were complete and profound; from then on, his life was pure, pointing to the source of truth.

From then on, the Golden Core Great Dao was unobstructed, and he only needed to put in decades of polishing to advance to the Core Formation stage naturally.

The crisis of his lifespan was thus eliminated.

At the age of two hundred and thirty-six, Zhang Yuanjing finally entered the False Core stage, extending his life and continuing to climb the Great Dao.

He stood up, feeling that a certain shackle that had always enveloped him had dissipated, and he felt refreshed. His mind was also more intelligent, and many principles were naturally understood.

He turned his eyes to Zhong Bixing, who was still sitting in meditation, practicing his skills, and had not yet broken through. Zhong Bixing suffered heavy injuries, his physical body was damaged, and his cultivation was deficient. It would probably take a long time to repair his foundation.

He went to check the Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron again, which was still devouring the milky white gas from the Profound Yin King Grass and the Yang Yuan power from the Yang Yuan Stones and Yang Yuan Crystals.

"What are you standing up for! Only a small portion of the Profound Yin Fruit juice and Yang Yuan Stones have been consumed. Refining the rest is enough to enter the Core Formation stage. Hurry up and sit down to practice, don't waste the opportunity that I, your master, have given you!" The Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron's voice suddenly rang in his ears, high-pitched and sharp, sounding very displeased.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanjing looked inside his abdomen and saw that there was still a lot of black liquid remaining, and the Yang Yuan Stone in his hand was still continuously emitting Yang Yuan power. He quickly sat down cross-legged and continued to guide the Yang Yuan power to refine the Profound Yin Fruit juice.

At this time, he had already condensed a Spiritual God, and his refining speed was more than ten times faster than before. The newly produced silver-gray gas did not stay in the dantian, but rushed straight to the Niwan Palace, merging into the dim Spiritual God.

Then, a point of light ignited, once again illuminating the Niwan Palace, the middle court, and the dantian. The space in the Niwan Palace increased more than twice, while the spiritual power in the middle court and dantian became more condensed.

He didn't know how many tens of days had passed, but he felt that the mana in his body was full, and his qi and spirit became more and more compatible. He couldn't help but think that he had never used spiritual plants in his cultivation, which was a waste. He quickly took the three main herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills in his hand and used them to perform his exercises.

In the dual rapid progress of the Spiritual God and mana, Zhang Yuanjing was neither happy nor sad, completely entering a selfless state. He didn't know how long had passed, but his Spiritual God had grown a lot, passed the stage of being dim, and turned into a pearl-sized light ball, wandering in the endless void of the Niwan Palace. The dark gold and purple thick earth power in his dantian was already as thick as mud.

At this time, the Profound Yin Fruit in his abdomen and the Yang Yuan Stone in his hand had been completely refined. He understood that he had reached the final step of Core Formation - igniting the fire of the Spiritual God and forging the golden liquid into a pill.

The Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron had told him that when a False Core cultivator tempers the golden core, if he is too eager for success and cannot control the heat, blindly urging the fire of the Spiritual God to burn the pill, it will lead to excessive consumption of the Spiritual God.

If the spirit is weak, the will is scattered; if the will is scattered, the heart is chaotic; if the heart is chaotic, evil thoughts will arise, which will lead to many dangers. The most serious of these is the generation of inner demons and loss of control of mana. It is not uncommon for False Core cultivators in the cultivation world to suffer damage to their foundations or even fall due to inner demons.

However, the Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron couldn't explain how to control the heat, because it was just a spiritual weapon and had no experience in Core Formation.

Zhang Yuanjing thought that no matter what, it would not be wrong to be slower. As a result, he burned and burned for more than a year, and the Spiritual God was exhausted, but it was still far from the formation of the inner core.

He felt a little impatient in his heart, so he forcibly urged the fire of the Spiritual God, regardless of the weakness of the Spiritual God. He burned for another month or so, and the Spiritual God became weak.

At this time, it was time to control the rhythm, adjust his emotions, and then launch an impact.

But Zhang Yuanjing had no experience in this. He had originally listened to the words of the Thick Earth Transformation Cauldron, wanting to enter the early stage of Core Formation from the False Core stage in one breath. He felt that if he could not achieve it in one fell swoop, it would only be more difficult in the future, and even have no hope of Core Formation.

This was of course a vain thought. However, once it was produced, it became an obsession, making him worry about it.

So, he continued to urge the fire. This overdraft naturally caused great damage to the Spiritual God, but it also stimulated all its potential, so the spiritual fire produced reached an extremely pure level, and the speed of forging the golden liquid suddenly accelerated.

Originally, after more than a year of forging, the golden liquid in the dantian had been refined into a crystal clear, high-density water droplet.

At this moment, when burned by this pure fire of the Spiritual God, the water droplet gradually showed a tendency to virtualize, which meant that the mana in the dantian was beginning to transform into a virtual core. The virtual core is the inner core form of a Core Formation cultivator in the early stage.

Zhang Yuanjing was overjoyed, and the last trace of vigilance disappeared. He only overdrafted the Spiritual God and urged the spiritual fire.

After only two or three days, the Spiritual God, which had been in a state of extreme consumption, finally reached its peak and declined, completely dimming. The spiritual fire in the dantian also became weaker and weaker, and finally extinguished with a soft "bang".

The half-virtual, half-real mana bead, lost the forging of the fire of the Spiritual God, and began to return from virtual to real, but compared to the original, it had shrunk greatly.

Zhang Yuanjing was immediately lost. This scene in the dantian completely exceeded his expectations.

He had never thought that there would be a possibility of failure in impacting the Core Formation stage from the False Core stage. He was struck hard for a while, and his divine sense was a little dazed.

Just as he was in a daze, a voice suddenly sounded: "Yuanjing? Yuanjing! What's wrong with you? Are you afraid! Don't want to go?"

Zhang Yuanjing opened his eyes. It turned out to be Wu Yuankui. He quickly shook his head and denied: "How could I be afraid! It's just that my cultivation is too low, and I will drag my senior brother down."

Wu Yuankui laughed: "What's the drag. I am at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and you are at the fifth level. It seems like there is a difference, but in fact, when you go to that place, you are all ants that can be trampled to death at any time, there is no difference. Besides, the other few people are only at the sixth or seventh level, which is half a catty to eight taels with you, no one says anything. Let's go, Bi Chong's Legacy Palace, at least it is a sect that has produced Core Formation cultivators. If you get a few magic weapons, it will be amazing."

Then, there was a delicate and beautiful face, and the bright eyes that looked radiant were saying to him: "Senior Brother Zhang, Aya's aptitude is not good. If there are not enough Hundred Spirit Pills, I am afraid that there is no hope for Foundation Establishment in this life!"

Lin Qingya! This enchantress!

Zhang Yuanjing jumped up and said heroically: "Then I will go with Senior Brother Yuankui to try my luck!"

The scene then changed. At the edge of a blood-red forest, there was a second-order spiritual Five Elements Grass, which triggered a scramble among more than twenty cultivators at the eighth and ninth levels of Qi Refining.

For some reason, Zhang Yuanjing had a premonition that there was a great danger, and grabbed Wu Yuankui's sleeve and said: "Senior brother, don't go to fight for it, go to another place to look for it, maybe there are more precious spiritual herbs."

Wu Yuankui shook off Zhang Yuanjing's hand and turned back and said: "Yuanjing, you must remember that if you want to improve your cultivation, you must fight for it. Without enough resources, there is no future. If you are one step slower, you will be slow step by step. If the good things are taken away by others, how can you cultivate!"

Zhang Yuanjing couldn't hold him back. Wu Yuankui took several people and rushed up, fighting with other cultivators. Wu Yuankui was very strong, offering a high-grade magic weapon, and his shots were sure to hit, and those who were hit would either die or be injured.

Suddenly, a iron-skinned pig in the Great Perfection of the Savage Blood Realm drilled out of the jungle. This pig already had some spirituality, and its fierce eyes glanced mockingly at the exhausted people, and then rushed over like crazy, eating the weak cultivators into its round belly.

Wu Yuankui did not hesitate to throw the magic weapon over, cutting off one of the iron-skinned pig's ears, and then jumped into the jungle and fled to the more secret and dangerous place.

The injured iron-skinned pig was aroused by all its ferocity, discarded the weaker delicacies, and chased Wu Yuankui madly.

"Senior brother, senior brother! Be careful, the iron-skinned pig demon has caught up!" Zhang Yuanjing shouted loudly from behind.

"You quickly escape from the Legacy Palace, cultivate successfully, and return to the village to kowtow and burn incense for me..." Wu Yuankui's somewhat cynical voice came from afar, seemingly with a hint of a smile, and then completely disappeared into the air.

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Zhang Yuanjing was at a loss. Wu Yuankui had always guided his cultivation, and Wu Yuankui had also helped him deal with many things.

At this time, the scene changed again, but it was in the Sumeru space of the Thick Earth Sect. The space cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and Wu Yuankui rushed to him and said: "Junior brother, let's go, my brother will not be by your side in the future, you have to rely on yourself!"

This sentence "rely on yourself" was like a loud bell, vibrating repeatedly in his ears.

Darkness enveloped him, and it was pitch black all around.

"I was swallowed by the void?" Zhang Yuanjing stretched out his hands and couldn't see anything, but he didn't feel any pain. He was still alive, living well. "What's going on? Where am I!"

Only the four words "rely on yourself" seemed to be still ringing non-stop, first echoing constantly in his ears, then getting bigger and bigger, until the entire space was filled with this voice.

Zhang Yuanjing covered his ears with his hands, but he couldn't stop the penetration of these four words at all.

I don't know how long it took, but the voice finally lowered, gradually becoming inaudible, and finally completely annihilated.

"Is there nothing left?" Zhang Yuanjing's divine sense explored the boundless void, and there was only darkness and darkness. There was nothing that could be called a thing, not even air, only nothingness, endless nothingness.

Suddenly, an unspeakable and inexplicable sense of loneliness filled his heart. The world was big, and there was no one else, no Wu Yuankui, no Lin Qingya who charmed all living beings, and no Qi Tianxiang who carried a sword scabbard with a serious face.

"Qi Tianxiang?" Zhang Yuanjing was a little dazed. The name was unusually familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. This name made him feel close, but also distant.

Suddenly, a low voice said: "You betrayed the sect!"

Zhang Yuanjing subconsciously retorted: "I didn't!"

Another voice said: "You are a traitor!"

More voices said, "You are a traitor", "You actually led the Heavenly Demon Abyss cultivators to kill True Person Qi", "You killed Headmaster Wu"...

Zhang Yuanjing shouted loudly: "I didn't, I just wanted to contribute to the sect, I--"

A pair of slightly sinister eyes stared at him coldly: "No, you are a traitor. You killed the senior brother who treated you like a brother, killed True Person Qi, killed many elders in the sect. I announce that you, Zhang Yuanjing, are a traitor to the Xuan Tian Sect. Your name will be removed from the golden book, and all disciples in the sect will kill you without mercy!"

Who is this?

He looks familiar, but I can't remember his name. What qualifications does he have to sentence me! Zhang Yuanjing thought indignantly, and roared at him: "Shut up, who are you! Why do you say I am a traitor. I have made great contributions to the sect, I am a hero who saved the sect!"

I don't know how long it took, but all the voices went away, and only he was left in the void again.

Endless loneliness and sadness, he wanted to prove to everyone that he was not a traitor, but no one believed him, and no one could testify for him.

Gradually, he was tired and sleepy.

In a daze, a strong woman of twenty-five or six years old appeared in front of him, grabbed his hand, and scolded loudly: "You don't know how to go home when it's dark, be careful that the monsters in the mountains eat you!"

"Who is this?" Zhang Yuanjing was a little confused, and then a voice popped out from the bottom of his heart, automatically spit out from his open mouth, "Mother!"

Zhang Yuanjing's soul shook, and he opened his eyes to look at the woman's face, but he didn't see anything. Her face seemed to be covered by a cloud of white mist. No matter how he used his divine sense to explore, he couldn't see it at all.

The woman pulled him and walked towards a few thatched-covered mud houses located by a small river, muttering something, as if scolding him, and as if complaining about a person called "head of the family".

"Is that home?" Zhang Yuanjing had long forgotten the things of his childhood. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the mud house, his heart trembled slowly. This tremor spread throughout his body, and finally even his soul trembled.

"Stop fidgeting and go to sleep!" A rough hand patted him on the back. The speaker was still the robust woman, but her voice had become very gentle.

Zhang Yuanjing opened his eyes and looked around, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. Beneath him was something soft, a thick mattress, with dry straw underneath.

"So comfortable!" Zhang Yuanjing thought, slowly closing his eyes, about to drift off to sleep.

The hand that had been patting his back had disappeared.

The endless darkness around him gradually receded, and it seemed that only he and the bed beneath him remained in the world. As his consciousness dissipated, the bed also vanished, leaving him alone in the endless void, drifting towards silence.

"I should sleep!" Zhang Yuanjing gave up all resistance, allowing the void to truly engulf him.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yuanjing felt a heat surge through his body. Immediately, a bolt of silver lightning flashed in the void, illuminating his surroundings as bright as day, instantly startling him awake.

He jumped up instinctively, but before he could steady himself, he felt a strong sense of dizziness and fell straight down.

At this moment, the lightning bolt chased after him, piercing into his Niwan Palace (the space between the eyebrows), instantly illuminating his mind like a bright light in an empty room. An unknown substance emerged in the void of his Niwan Palace, merging into his weak and fragile spiritual consciousness.

In a few breaths, his spiritual consciousness rapidly recovered to its original state, as if it had taken a powerful tonic, and continued to grow, becoming more and more solid.

When the electric light completely disappeared, his spiritual consciousness was several times larger than before, and even more solid and strong.

This unexpected change finally awakened Zhang Yuanjing from his confusion, and he remembered that he was in the process of breaking through to the Core Formation stage. His inner core had a slight prototype, but it was still far from complete.

He quickly examined his dantian (the energy center in the lower abdomen) and found that the dantian was already transitioning from a slightly formed nascent core to a return of golden liquid. If there was no spiritual fire to temper it, his retreat would be in vain.

He quickly activated his spiritual consciousness, releasing an extremely pure cluster of golden fire to continue tempering the golden liquid. The quality of this fire was several times higher than the spiritual fire he had previously overdrafted his spiritual consciousness to generate. Therefore, the speed at which the golden liquid transformed into a nascent core was extremely fast.

His heart was filled with joy, and he focused on urging the spiritual fire, enhancing the tempering effect again. The original golden color of the dantian gradually faded away. When the gold completely disappeared, the golden liquid could no longer be called golden liquid, but was just a hazy, non-water, non-gas团状object, with treasures flowing and spiritual energy swirling, occasionally flashing a touch of gold and purple.

Zhang Yuanjing internally examined this core and felt a jolt throughout his body, as if he had shed some shackles and entered a new world. His entire being had undergone a qualitative change, and his essence, energy, spirit, flesh, and bones had all leaped to a new level.

This was the early stage of Core Formation, the Nascent Core realm!

A surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart!