Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Boom!"

The stone tablet trembled, and a crack appeared in the center. With a cracking sound, the crack grew larger and larger, quickly becoming a fissure about a foot wide and half a yard high. A whistling wind came from within, and dim light shone out, as if there were another world inside.

Zhang Yuanjing was stunned for a moment, then reacted, put away the Broken Firmament Axe, protected himself with the Source Stone, and strode in.

This was a vast starry sky, with a foot-wide suspended road extending from Zhang Yuanjing's feet to the horizon, with no end in sight.

Zhang Yuanjing suddenly thought of three words—"Severed Sky Tablet"!

This might be the internal space of the Severed Sky Tablet, one of the seven great spiritual treasures.

He immediately turned around, wanting to go out. But where was the portal behind him? Behind him was also a road, a road floating in the starry sky like a ribbon, with no end.

He turned his head again, and the road behind him was still there, silent, as if silently mocking him.

He stood there for a moment, turning back and forth, and said blankly, "Which way to go?"

The sound rang out, traveling far away, but was quickly swallowed by the starry sky, without stirring up any ripples, which startled him.

He shouted, "Is there anyone there? Senior, please show your true form, this junior Zhang Yuanjing pays his respects!"

If this was really the internal space of the Severed Sky Tablet, tens of thousands of years had passed, and this treasure might have become a supernatural spiritual treasure, or at the very least, it should have given birth to spiritual consciousness and become an innate spiritual treasure.

In other words, it was a being with intelligence and could be conversed with.

"Senior, please come out and meet me!"

The sound disappeared into the starry sky, without echo or response.

Could it not be the Severed Sky Tablet? But a formation within the tomb? That was also possible. Because Xue Wangshen claimed to be a grandmaster in the art of formations.

Although this kind of formation was extremely amazing, a Transformation God cultivator with unique attainments in the art of formations could naturally set it up.

If that was the case, then there was even less hope. Innate spiritual treasures or supernatural spiritual treasures still had intelligence, and there might be a way to persuade or trade. But formations were just inanimate objects, and whether one could break through depended entirely on one's own abilities.

Zhang Yuanjing looked at the night sky that seemed to be in front of him and yet at the end of the sky, released his flying sword, stepped on it, and was about to fly upwards.

As a result, he had just risen half a yard when he was directly pulled down by a huge gravitational force and fell onto the hard, iron-like floor.

Walking on this road, one could not feel anything unusual, but as soon as one deviated slightly, one would be sucked back.

He did not try to jump downwards, because this force came from this suspended road, and whether it was upwards or downwards, it would definitely be the same.

He chose the direction he had come from and strode forward.

Looking into the distance, the road in the starry sky was winding and circuitous, but walking on it, it was a straight road.

A light breeze often blew from the side, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right. The wind was not strong, but warm and comfortable.

He recalled the process of entering this place, guessing that it was unlikely to be a punishment.

Because, after the stone tablet cracked, it did not forcibly suck him in, but allowed him to decide whether to enter, so it was more like a test, rather than a punishment for splitting the stone tablet.

Of course, there was actually another possibility, which was that the stone tablet had not yet had time to generate suction, and he had impatiently rushed into it. But Zhang Yuanjing automatically ignored this possibility.

Simply walking was very boring.

Zhang Yuanjing turned his gaze to the starry sky, hoping to see something different. However, all the scenes were the same, and even the mutual distance between each star seemed to be exactly the same.

Although he was walking, the night sky and stars were all fixed. Perhaps, the top was just a curtain, blocking the way out, and this road was actually illusory, and he was just pacing in place.

But what was the use of guessing like this. He could not see any flaws at all, and he did not have the strength to break free from the powerful adsorption force of the stone slab below.

He could also stop in place and wait motionless. But that would only make him more irritable.

He persevered in walking forward, silently chanting in his heart that this was Xue Wangshen's test, and there would definitely be a way out, there would definitely be a turning point.

He mechanically strode forward, walking and walking, as if he could not feel his legs, could not feel himself moving, as if everything was still, and even he himself was just a paper figure pasted on a curtain.

The light breeze disappeared.

Zhang Yuanjing seemed to have stiffened even his soul, his thoughts also slowed down, and the thoughts in his mind were like rusty gears, turning sluggishly and stiffly.

He felt that something was wrong, but he was unable to get rid of it, and could only continue walking like this.

However, the faster he walked, the more he felt that everything was slowing down, and it seemed that it would soon come to a standstill.

An unprecedented great terror appeared in his heart. He wanted to roar, but could not make a sound.

He wanted to change his pace, wanted to think calmly, wanted to break the seemingly habitual lifting of his feet, but his body seemed to be out of control, and all his thoughts could not be put into action at all.

In fact, it was not that he could not turn them into actions, but that it was too slow. From the rise of a thought to the movement of his hands and feet, there seemed to be a distance of 108,000 miles in between. In the end, there was only the rise of a thought, but he could never truly put it into action.

This was an extremely terrifying spatial secret technique. This distortion of space not only controlled Zhang Yuanjing's body, but even his soul was controlled. It was as if the spatial disorder was happening in his mind, completely separating his thoughts from his body.

Zhang Yuanjing was awake, but this was even more terrifying. Because, he knew all this clearly, but was unable to get rid of it, and could only watch himself head towards exhaustion.

This was an extremely cruel torment.

He knew that he was completely wrong.

Entering this place was definitely not a test for him, but a punishment, a terrifying punishment for any cultivator who dared to violate the rules set by Xue Wangshen and dared to desecrate his authority.

His most urgent wish now was to faint. As long as he lost consciousness, this spatial secret technique applied to his soul would have no use.

However, even the most basic self-harm technique could not be used, because even if the thought arose, it could not reach any part of his body, and could only idle in his sea of consciousness.

Among mortals, due to exhaustion and overuse of the brain, there would be a phenomenon of sudden coma. This was the self-protection of the human body's functions.

Zhang Yuanjing could not even do this. Because, his thoughts moved too slowly, more than a thousand times slower than mortals, how could he possibly overuse his brain!

He continued walking, not knowing how many steps he had taken, his body did not feel tired at all, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

However, this kind of overdraft would eventually be paid for with death.

Just as he completely fell into despair and was about to give up, a burst of severe pain suddenly came from his body, as if all his meridians had exploded.

He couldn't help but scream miserably, and fell to the ground unconscious.