Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

After bidding farewell to Huo Tian Tong, Zhang Yuanjing circled around the left side of the main hall, heading towards the rear.

Following the courtyard wall of the left hall, he walked along a long pebble path, and a doorway appeared ahead, its two heavy stone doors tightly locked.

He gently leaped up, suspended in mid-air, and looked back, seeing the magnificent palace shrouded in an invisible force, though he couldn't discern how many rooms it contained.

Looking forward, beyond the doorway was a hazy mist. There were no obstructions above, seemingly allowing him to fly over, but the mist gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

According to the old man in the statue, the inner hall was the core area of the mausoleum.

However, this person never mentioned the Xuan Tian Sect. This meant that he didn't know that the Xuan Tian Sect's predecessors had set up measures here. Therefore, the so-called inner hall being the core area was not entirely accurate.

What exactly was beyond the doorway, within the mist?

He landed on the ground and cast a spell towards the stone door. The stone door remained motionless, without even making a sound.

Unwilling to take risks, he released the two demon beasts.

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast looked up at the mist at the doorway and suddenly took two steps back, squeaking a few times.

"Yuanjing, it says there's great danger beyond the doorway!"

Zhang Yuanjing sighed in melancholy, thinking to himself: Why is it always great danger! Is there no place with less killing intent! What is this place even used for!

He asked, "What kind of great danger? Is it more powerful than the fierce beasts within the doorway in the main hall before?"

The Azure-Eyed Suanni Beast shook its head and squeaked a few times.

"The Suanni Beast says it feels like entering the doorway would mean nine deaths and one chance of survival."

Zhang Yuanjing said helplessly, "Even with the Refined Yang Umbrella protecting me, is it still nine deaths and one chance of survival?"

"It says that the danger is aimed at cultivators; even the strongest spiritual treasures can't protect you."

Aimed at cultivators? Zhang Yuanjing's first reaction was to think of Yu Tianwan's suspicion of Xie Tianwei.

This person could have secretly entered the mausoleum and enjoyed the opportunity alone, but he insisted on bringing six people with him. Could the reason be here? Did he need other cultivators to bear this danger with a nine-in-ten chance of death for him?

However, wasn't the Five Thunder Sky-Opening Talisman detonated in this direction before?

Xie Tianwei should have already entered the doorway. As for the others, it's hard to say about Hu Tiancong and Shu Tianqi, but Yu Tianwan definitely went in too.

He held the Refined Yang Umbrella in his hand and asked it, "Umbrella Zhang, is the exit you remember within this doorway?"

Umbrella Zhang's voice trembled slightly, "Replying, replying to Master, it's here. We, we don't dare to go in."

"Yuanjing, why don't we look elsewhere?" For some reason, Ape Thirteen felt a strange palpitation in his heart when he looked at the mist that flickered back and forth on the doorway but never crossed it, so he used his divine sense to persuade Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing was stunned and asked in surprise, "Brother Ape, you also feel the danger?"

Ape Thirteen nodded with some shame. The golden-haired monkey who had always been fearless, never afraid of strong enemies, and always rushed forward was actually starting to feel fear!

Zhang Yuanjing followed his advice and immediately said, "Since that's the case, then we won't enter this doorway for now. We'll go find the statue and see if he knows anything else."

Zhang Yuanjing took back the two demon beasts and walked back to the entrance of the inner hall's front hall. He glanced inside and didn't see Huo Tian Tong.

He didn't linger and followed the way he came, along the pebble path, back to the garden.

Originally, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to find the way to the stone pit, but he saw an arc-shaped doorway at the end of the garden, pitch black inside.

Holding the Refined Yang Umbrella to protect himself, he plunged into the doorway. After a brief moment of dizziness, he once again stood beside the stone pit.

Before he could steady himself, a broken statue slowly rose from the pit, the very same human-shaped statue with half a hand missing.

"Hahahaha, wahahahaha! It really succeeded! My Soul-Snatching Umbrella can indeed restrain the Refined Yang Umbrella!" A familiar voice rushed out of the statue impatiently, extremely proud, "Xue Manzi, you lost! You're not the number one refining master! I, Luo Yujing, am!"

Zhang Yuanjing stared blankly at the statue, not speaking or making any movements. Secretly, he communicated with Umbrella Zhang, asking it to cater to the old man.

"Twenty thousand years, twenty thousand years! Finally, there's a result. Xue Manzi, you still dare to call yourself a King God; it's simply humiliating yourself! If it were a fair competition, you would have lost long ago! You're just relying on your higher realm and stronger strength to forcibly imprison me here.

"But so what! How could you possibly see through my, Luo Yujing's, methods. Wahahaha! With your Refined Yang Umbrella snatched, I'll be an umbrella spirit from now on, cultivating the same way, ascending to the Transformation God realm the same way, and going anywhere in the Five Regions and Three Seas!"

The old man vented for a full quarter of an hour, scolding "Xue Manzi" fiercely, then babbled a great deal more before finally saying to the Refined Yang Umbrella: "You, block the power coming from the stone pit; I want to break free from this statue and enter your spiritual consciousness. Do you understand?"

The Refined Yang Umbrella said, "Okay!"

The old man hummed in response, sounding very satisfied. For some reason, he didn't realize that there was no trace of his soul in the Refined Yang Umbrella.

After a few breaths, the statue began to tremble. Suddenly, with a soft bang, a small hole burst open in the statue's chest, and a cloud of black shadow flew out, rushing towards the Refined Yang Umbrella.

At this moment, a powerful force emanated from the stone pit, enveloping the black shadow.

The Refined Yang Umbrella suddenly opened, its black canopy shielding the black shadow, blocking the strange power extending from the stone pit.

After a moment of stalemate, the statue collapsed with a crash, shattering into a pile. The power in the stone pit also quickly disappeared.

The black shadow growled, "Release the restrictions; let me enter, and merge with you as one!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a surge of powerful mana bound him tightly, the Refined Yang Umbrella, so close, seemed like a chasm away, impossible to reach no matter what.

"You, what are you doing? You and I are originally one; merging is the only way to be complete, the only way to continue improving!" The old man thought that the soul occupying the Refined Yang Umbrella was unwilling to accept him and wanted to kill him and become independent.

Zhang Yuanjing said coldly, "Are you talking to your soul? It has already been burned to ashes!"

The old man was shocked and shouted, "Impossible! How could you, a Core Formation cultivator, block my soul! You're lying to me, aren't you? You are my soul; if you want to usurp my position, I'll let you be the master. Anyway, you and I are one; it's the same no matter who is in charge!"

Zhang Yuanjing squeezed with his mana, compressing the black shadow into a walnut-sized ball.

The old man cried out in agony, "Slow down, slow down, don't do anything yet! Who exactly are you? As long as you spare my life, I can tell you anything!"

Zhang Yuanjing said, "You're not in a position to negotiate. I'll ask, and you'll answer. If there's one thing I'm not satisfied with, I'll burn you to ashes!"