Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Under the power of inexplicable forces, Core Formation cultivators were nothing more than ants.

Zhang Yuanjing was muddle-headed, dragged by that powerful suction, heading deep into the earth.

It felt like a breath, yet also like a lifetime, as phantasms arose in his mind. It was as if the experiences of countless people converged in his sea of consciousness, and for a moment, the genuine question of "Who am I?" emerged.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Seven loud sounds came from below, entering his ears one after another. Zhang Yuanjing instantly woke up, opened his divine sense, and probed downwards.

However, it was as if some force brutally snapped his divine sense back.

Before he could probe again, he had already fallen into a dark space.

The place where he landed was a hard stone slab, surrounded by emptiness. His divine sense could only extend for a few dozen feet, not yet reaching the boundaries of this space.

However, not far in front of him, there was a stone tablet three zhang high and six chi wide. On the stone tablet, there was nothing but blankness.

Zhang Yuanjing took two steps, his feet making an "empty, empty, empty" sound on the stone slab.

Almost at the same time as this sound rang out, an "empty, empty, empty" sound also came from the darkness opposite him.

The two were completely synchronized, not like an echo.

He was startled and stopped. The opposite side also became quiet, as silent as death.

After waiting for ten or so breaths, he stepped forward again. The "empty, empty, empty" sound appeared again on the stone slab, and the sound still came from the darkness opposite him at the same time.

He ignored it and continued to move forward.

The "empty, empty, empty" sound was endless, like a heavy hammer hitting his eardrums, shaking his heart violently.

The further he went, the faster his heart beat.

There was a moment when he felt like he was suffocating, so he had to stop.

When he calmed his Qi and blood and adjusted his mana, he was shocked to find that the distance between the stone tablet and him had returned to its original length.

Originally, he thought that the stone tablet was only thirty or forty zhang away from him, but now it seemed that there was some kind of spatial restriction in it. Once he stopped, he would be silently moved back to his initial position.

Therefore, the so-called thirty or forty zhang distance was completely illusory.

After resting for half a quarter of an hour, he stepped forward again, and the sound from the opposite side came as expected.

He carefully judged the distance. When he walked about twenty-seven or eight zhang, his heartbeat reached its limit and he could no longer continue. He had to stop and was moved back to the original place again.

He concentrated his divine sense on himself, fully focused, but failed to find any fluctuations in Qi. When the restriction here moved him away, there was no sign at all, and it did not have any impact on him, except for the change in position.

If the distance between the stone tablet and him had not changed, he would have even thought that he was still in the same place.

Of course, he could also think that the stone tablet had moved. When he stopped, the stone tablet would change, restoring the distance to its original length.

But this made no difference. The difficulty he needed to overcome was to shorten the distance to the stone tablet, walk up to it, and let it be fully revealed, rather than just a phantom.

A thought also popped into his mind from time to time, that was to go backwards, away from the stone tablet, find the boundary of this place, and see if he could leave this space.

However, as soon as he had this idea, he would feel palpitations, as if this idea would bring him a life-and-death danger.

He stood there, repeatedly considering.

He knew that the feeling of palpitations was definitely not from a natural sensitivity to danger. Perhaps Wu Yuankui had that, but he certainly didn't.

This also meant that it was not generated spontaneously from his heart, but imposed by external forces.

In this place, it could only be the yet "unseen" Tomb of the Xue King God, some existence in the tomb.

What kind of existence was the Xue King God? There was no record in the Xuan Tian Sect's books, only that when the Xuan Tian Sect was founded on Tian Que Mountain, there was a legend about the Tomb of the Xue King God.

This meant that the Xue King God was at least a figure from 20,000 years ago. Since he dared to call himself a "God," he was probably a cultivator above the Transformation God realm.

After all, in ancient times, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was much richer than it is today, and the probability of Transformation God cultivators appearing was also much higher.

Over the past 20,000 years, I don't know how many people have explored Xue Wang Mountain, but no one has ever heard of anyone gaining anything.

Why did seven jade pendants suddenly appear to open the tomb?

He carefully recalled the scenes when he obtained the Umbrella Jade and the Cauldron Jade. The Umbrella Jade was hidden in an unremarkable wild mountain, covered by a nine-leaf Yellow Dawn Grass, while the Cauldron Jade was given to Wang Yuanxi by an old cultivator. Both of them were a bit strange.

The tomb of a dignified Transformation God cultivator, with such a great reputation, why haven't stronger cultivators come here to explore?

Zhang Yuanjing didn't know if Qi Tianxiang had been here, but since he was a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Xuan Tian Sect, it was hard to say that he wouldn't come here to take a look.

What about the Nascent Soul cultivators of other sects? Although he hadn't heard of them, if such figures were unwilling to show up, who could easily find them?

Perhaps, some senior experts had been here before, either they didn't find the opportunity, or they entered this place and never went out again.

Originally, he was unwilling to come here, in fact, he was also afraid of this point. Unless he was at the end of his rope, he would definitely not put himself in an unknown dangerous place.

If there was a powerful existence in this tomb, no matter what kind of existence it was, then it would be no difficult matter for it to silently influence his thoughts.

Since this was the case, he could only follow its thoughts.

Because, if he dared to disobey, that existence would probably directly obliterate him, or imprison him in some place from which he could never escape.

Getting closer to the stone tablet might be useless, but it was definitely a test, a test set by the tomb. Only by passing this test could he know where the road ahead was.

He was not in a hurry to try, but quietly looked at the stone tablet.

In the dark space, the stone tablet was motionless in his divine sense. It seemed to be unchanging for all eternity, not knowing how long it had stood here, how many cultivators had entered this place. No matter what the cultivation realm of the outsiders was, they could not shake it in the slightest.

He raised his foot and took two steps, the "empty, empty, empty" sound rang out under his feet, and the sound from the opposite side followed.

If there was only the sound under his feet, he was confident that his heart would never beat too fast.

However, when the two sounds struck at the same time, he could not bear it for long. And these two sounds seemed to be linked, if there was one, there must be the other.

His heart moved. Perhaps the sound was not a real sound, but a projection, a projection of himself. It was just because this place was dark and blocked his divine sense, so it was presented in the form of sound.

At the beginning, in Dragon Mountain Marsh, when his divine soul broke through, he saw his own projection in the void of the Niwan Palace, using it to illuminate his true self, so as to have some understanding of the essence of the Great Dao.

The test here may be to stick to the true self and eliminate the projection.

He pondered for a moment, emptied his mind, held the one, and tried to take another step.

The "empty, empty, empty" sound still rang out, but it was obviously smaller than before. Correspondingly, the sound from the opposite side also became much smaller.

He tried a few more times, and the sound continued to weaken. However, when it reached a limit, it no longer had any effect. In this state, he could only walk more than forty zhang, and the stone tablet seemed to be in front of him, but it was still out of reach.

He stood still and pondered again. Suddenly, he realized that the key to breaking the situation was not in guarding his divine soul, because his divine soul was originally the only one, and there was no need to "guard" it. It was there.

But in making the external sounds one, because this sound was caused by him, it was transformed by his projection. Although he was the only one, there were countless projections. Only by combining the projections into one could he break it.

Having figured this out, he let go of his divine soul, making it self-complete, and letting the external sounds impact it.

Soon, his heart began to beat rapidly.

However, he did not deliberately suppress it, nor did he feel fear, and continued to walk forward.

When he reached a place more than twenty zhang away from the stone tablet, his heartbeat reached its limit, as if if he took another step forward, it would explode.

However, he firmly believed that as long as he did not doubt himself, the projection would never win over the true self.

So, he stepped forward without hesitation.

“Bang!”

He only heard a soft sound from his body, as if something had cracked, not his heart, not any part of his body, but his constantly flowing mana, his entire cultivation realm.

In an instant, he was extremely depleted, and his body seemed to have turned into dry soil, in urgent need of jade dew irrigation.

He immediately took out a bottle of Spirit Fusion Pills, poured them all into his mouth, and swallowed them directly.

After a few breaths, violent spiritual power spread out from his abdomen, and then rushed into the large and small meridians like a flood.

The pain like ten thousand insects biting came, Zhang Yuanjing groaned, silently running the Thick Earth Transformation Technique, guiding the majestic spiritual power to flow through the meridians shown in the technique.

He didn't know how long it took, but the mana in his body was finally completely tamed, and he felt an unprecedented power.

He leaped into the middle stage of the Core Formation realm.