Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The person who came was none other than that middle-aged Daoist.

Zhang Yuanjing watched him indifferently. He didn't know why he had come to this place, he had just kept going forward, kept going forward, and finally stopped here. If there was still a road ahead, he would continue to walk.

The middle-aged Daoist landed on the terrace, his gaze towards Zhang Yuanjing carrying a hint of solemnity.

Finally, he said to himself, "Could it be that fools are truly blessed? An innately foolish person unexpectedly receives favor. He survived the near-impossible Mustard Seed Space. He also managed to break through to the Core Formation stage, a feat only one in ten can achieve. He unexpectedly came to this place and actually walked all the way to the end. Truly remarkable! It seems I can't underestimate you!"

Zhang Yuanjing was confused, not knowing what he was talking about.

He suddenly wondered, why was it that this Daoist could kill a young man with a wave of his hand, yet he seemed no match for the ten-year-old child, Guo'er? Could it be that Guo'er was a reincarnated immortal, naturally powerful? But why didn't Guo'er chase after him?

The middle-aged Daoist took out a jade talisman and threw it into the sky. The jade talisman floated for a few breaths, then transformed into starlight, scattering across the terrace.

Before long, a mysterious power rose from below, enveloping the terrace.

The middle-aged Daoist looked at Zhang Yuanjing and said, "Since you have come to this place, you can activate this Jade Tower Terrace and go to the top floor. Alas, that person back then, well, put in a lot of effort, I wonder if he really deceived the heavens, or if his whereabouts were already exposed. You'll know this when you reach the top floor."

After he finished speaking, he took out a painting and tossed it into the air. In the painting, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the night sky, and boundless power poured down in all directions, everything submitting to this majestic power of heaven and earth.

"Take out your hexagram painting! Let's see what result can be derived from these two paintings!"

Zhang Yuanjing didn't understand. However, the painting in his hand rose into the air on its own, slowly unfurling.

At this moment, the lake in the painting was as calm as a mirror, while the valley seemed to recede into the distance, making the barrier lake appear immensely vast.

"Hmm, water on the ground, so it's the 'Bi' hexagram. One primary, one auxiliary, unexpectedly forming the image of a king. Wonderful, wonderful. It seems that although Junior Brother Tianfu fell at your hands, the thing he wanted to do has been accomplished by you!" The middle-aged Daoist was stunned at first when he saw the painting, then overjoyed, his face full of triumph.

Attracted by the lightning and thunder painting, the 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting slowly moved towards it.

Zhang Yuanjing looked at the painting, feeling an indescribable discomfort in his heart, as if things shouldn't be this way, this wasn't the result he wanted.

He released a thought, pleading for the painting to return.

As soon as this thought arose, the 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting stopped in mid-air, no longer moving towards the lightning and thunder painting.

The middle-aged Daoist's eyes flashed with lightning, he grunted, and pressed towards Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing remembered the means by which this person had killed the young man, and felt a little scared, wanting to dodge, but he was unwilling to lose the painting, so he stood still.

The middle-aged Daoist quickly approached Zhang Yuanjing, only a foot away from him, a strong breath directly spraying onto his face, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but then he thought that even when Guo'er was fierce, this person was helpless, it was only the young man's death that scared Guo'er, and Guo'er herself let go, that allowed this person to capture him and bring him to this place.

Therefore, he simply closed his eyes, ignoring this middle-aged Daoist, pretending he didn't exist, and stood there stiffly.

The middle-aged Daoist gradually lost patience, his whole body's aura expanding, about to push Zhang Yuanjing away.

However, as soon as the thought moved, a force stood between the two, dissolving his aura.

Seeing that intimidation didn't work and force didn't work, the middle-aged Daoist concentrated his mind, manipulating the lightning and thunder painting, constantly increasing the traction on the 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting, intending to subdue Zhang Yuanjing with the power of his divine sense.

Zhang Yuanjing felt the invisible pulling force, but he was unwilling to give in, pinning his thoughts firmly on his own painting, refusing to yield in the slightest.

One attacked, one defended, the middle-aged Daoist was stronger, but also consumed more energy, the two paintings moved back and forth in the sky countless times, but still could not merge together.

The middle-aged Daoist cursed Zhang Yuanjing hundreds of times in his heart, but he was helpless, and had to just stalemate like this.

Time passed breath by breath, one day passed, two days passed.

On the third day, another person came up from below the clouds. This person had a handsome appearance and an inner radiance, although his eyes were a little dazed, his temperament and appearance were otherworldly.

When the middle-aged Daoist saw him, his mind and spirit were shaken, and he couldn't help but say, "You, you can actually come here too!"

This was very different from what he had expected. According to the rules of this place, only two people could come up to this level at most, why could another person come up?

His mind raced, first looking at Zhang Yuanjing's painting, then looking at the newcomer, he immediately had a guess, and his face couldn't help but turn gloomy.

When Zhang Yuanjing saw the newcomer, he felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember the name that seemed to be on the tip of his tongue.

This person glanced coldly at the middle-aged Daoist and Zhang Yuanjing, and the painting he held in his hand quickly rose into the air, the contents of the painting slowly unfolding: in the clear night sky, thunder and fire intertwined, fire burning above thunder, clearly two powerful natural forces, but there was no sense of tension or imminent eruption, but rather a harmonious blend, combining strength and gentleness.

The middle-aged Daoist gritted his teeth, and several words burst from his mouth: "It really is the 'Shi He' hexagram!"

This painting rose into the air, also releasing a pulling force, towards Zhang Yuanjing's 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting.

Under the pull of the two forces, the 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting stood still in mid-air, no longer moving.

Even if Zhang Yuanjing was still muddled and ignorant, at this time he understood that he had to choose one of the two thunder and fire paintings to rely on, otherwise he would be torn to pieces by the two paintings.

Compared to the somewhat aggressive lightning and thunder, he felt that the thunder and fire intertwined painting was more gentle, not so dangerous, and the newcomer was also more gentle than the middle-aged Daoist.

After hesitating for a few breaths, he made up his mind, gave up resisting the painting, and allowed the 'Still Lake Emerging from the Valley' painting to move towards it under the traction of the suction force.

As the two paintings approached, the surrounding sea of clouds suddenly surged, as if something strange was rising from below, making a rumbling sound.

The middle-aged Daoist's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he roared, "Dare to forcibly seize my opportunity, wishful thinking, courting death. Since taking it cleverly doesn't work, then don't blame me for being ruthless, let's have a real fight, and fight to the death!"

He took off an object from his waist and raised it sharply upwards.

This was a golden seal, three inches high, the inside was jade, the outside was refined gold, the bottom was square and the top was round, carved with the shape of some kind of strange beast lying coiled, the beast's mouth was wide open, not knowing whether it was roaring or swallowing.

"In the name of the Xuan Tian Sect's Head Golden Seal, I request Senior Myriad Worlds Pot to appear!"