Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Kid, what do you want me for?" A lazy voice echoed from above.

"I want to open the Spirit Pot Battlefield," the middle-aged Daoist said quickly.

"You chose the 'Illusory Realm in the Pot' yourself, so why change it now? Can't beat it, and want to cheat?" the lazy voice mocked.

"The situation has changed, of course I need to change it," the middle-aged Daoist said without changing his expression.

"Heh, so unprincipled, changing your mind so easily, you won't amount to much in the future!" the lazy voice said disdainfully.

The middle-aged Daoist saw that the two paintings in the sky were about to merge together, knowing that time was of the essence, and immediately bowed deeply: "Please, Senior, abide by the agreement."

The lazy voice became erratic: "Forget it, it's your Xuantian Sect's business anyway. Since you have the Sect Leader's Golden Seal, you naturally have some privileges. However, once you choose the Spirit Pot Battlefield, you can't change it. Are you sure?"

Middle-aged Daoist: "Please, Senior, open the Spirit Pot Battlefield!"

Before his voice faded, a cold light fell from the sky, splitting through the middle of the tower, and the entire sea of clouds world instantly shattered.

The three paintings suspended in the sky all disappeared without a trace.

"Buzz—"

Zhang Yuanjing only felt a sharp pain in his head, and thousands of memories flooded into his sea of consciousness like a tide, as if to burst his soul. He held his head in his hands, wishing he could roar madly.

At this moment, a force of divine soul poured into his brain, like a cooling powder, calming him down.

He carefully guarded a trace of clarity, allowing the torrent of memories to ravage and scour him. After an unknown amount of time, his mind suddenly felt empty, countless memories settled, and his soul became drowsy.

When he woke up, he felt that his soul had been strengthened more than twice, and his mind became exceptionally clear.

He looked around and saw himself suspended above a calm lake. The blue surface of the lake was like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

This place seemed very similar to the valley by the lake in the painting.

In an instant, all the scenes of his past ten years flashed through his mind like paintings, and the scenes of living with Guo'er's family were also vivid and extremely real.

All the past memories were preserved without a trace.

The middle-aged Daoist was clearly Jie Tianwei. And the person who arrived later on the tower was Hu Tiancong, another Core Formation cultivator at the Great Perfection stage from the Xuantian Sect.

Illusory Realm in the Pot? Spirit Pot Battlefield? Myriad Realms Pot? Key pieces of information jumped out of his mind, causing him to sink into contemplation.

This place seemed to be related to a strange treasure, but he didn't know what level it was. Being able to make the Intercepting Sky Tablet fearful, it was clearly at least a supernatural spiritual treasure. Moreover, judging from his conversation with Jie Tianwei, this treasure had some connection with the Xuantian Sect, but it didn't belong to the Xuantian Sect.

With a thought, he wanted to release the Yang Refining Umbrella, but there was always a strange force blocking its passage. He also communicated with the Armor Piercing Axe, the Truth Determining Disc, and the Geng Metal Essence Slip, but none of them responded.

He dropped his divine sense into the Source Stone in his dantian, and the stone immediately jumped and moved, either appearing or disappearing, growing or shrinking, according to his thoughts, and was not restricted by that strange force. This reassured him a lot.

However, when he thought of Jie Tianwei raising the Sect Leader's Golden Seal, he felt somewhat worried.

This person would likely receive preferential treatment in this so-called Spirit Pot Battlefield, and his advantage in battle would only be greater.

While he was pondering, a figure suddenly fell from the sky. This person was like floating catkins, with all the facial features blurred, and their gestures were soft and weak.

"Fellow Daoist has finally arrived!"

This person mumbled, then pounced on Zhang Yuanjing, moving extremely fast, like a ghost.

Zhang Yuanjing was shocked and dodged. But before he could catch his breath, this person twisted and was in front of him again.

He retreated quickly, while using the Source Stone as an aid, launching a flying stone attack. Several two-foot-sized stones shot forward, smashing this cotton-like person into pieces.

This person's head was still suspended in the air, but the body had already disintegrated, and couldn't help but say in astonishment: "Why can you use magic treasures!"

Immediately, this person, including the head and all the body parts, disappeared, leaving only a pure aura, floating in the air.

Zhang Yuanjing reached out and grabbed it, pulling it in front of him, and carefully inspected it with his divine sense. It was indeed just pure spiritual power, without hiding any evil things.

He reached out and grabbed it, controlling this ball of spiritual power, slowly absorbing it, and then used the Thick Earth Transformation Technique to refine it.

An hour later, he absorbed part of this ball of spiritual power, and his cultivation level clearly increased slightly. The remaining part was first accumulated in his meridians.

He thoughtfully considered a possibility, then found a rocky island in the lake, chose a flat stone, sat cross-legged, and meditated quietly.

Two hours later, another person fell from the sky, and even from several dozen feet away, released a water arrow, shooting towards him.

Zhang Yuanjing raised his hand and created an earthen wall, easily blocking the water arrow.

The person who came this time also had a blurred face, but their aura was much stronger than the previous one. They didn't pounce, but hovered seventeen or eighteen feet away, using spell techniques to attack Zhang Yuanjing.

Generally, cultivators in the low levels of Qi Refining cannot control magical instruments due to insufficient mana, so they rely on pseudo-spiritual talismans or the most basic spell techniques, such as fireballs, water arrows, and stone bullets, to deal with enemies.

Once they enter the fifth level of Qi Refining, reaching the middle stage of Qi Refining, they can refine low-grade magical instruments. At this time, cultivators still use spell techniques as a supplement to the magical instruments. However, after entering the ninth level of Qi Refining, spell techniques are used less and less, and they rely more on magical instruments and pseudo-spiritual talismans to fight.

Of course, for cultivators, practicing spell techniques can strengthen their control over mana, so most cultivators will choose three to five spell techniques to practice frequently, and they can occasionally be used for assistance, or to deal with some enemies with large gaps in strength.

However, when they reach the Core Formation level, spell techniques are rarely seen due to insufficient power. It is quite commendable that this person can still use a few moves.

However, compared to the minor spells that Zhang Yuanjing has mastered, these spell techniques are just child's play and pose no threat at all.

Zhang Yuanjing patiently dealt with more than a dozen moves, and seeing that this person had no other means, he used the Flying Stone Technique, easily killing them.

After killing this person, a ball of pure spiritual power appeared in the same place, exactly the same as before. He grabbed it, absorbed it into his body, and then refined part of it, and his cultivation level rose another level.

He had already guessed that this Spirit Pot Battlefield might be a place where people trapped here fight purely with mana. The winner obtains the opponent's purified mana. Although the amount is small, it is pure and flawless, just like what is born from heaven and earth, and even purer.

However, he didn't know if the two people just now were Core Formation cultivators from the Xuantian Sect who entered this place. Although they didn't seem similar in aura, this place was magical and might completely distort the cultivator's aura.

He stood still on the rock, waiting. In three days, eight more people appeared, all with cotton-like bodies, and he easily killed them.

He only refined part of the eight balls of pure spiritual power he obtained, and the rest could only be stored for later use.

Fortunately, these spiritual powers were extremely pure. Storing them in the meridians would not cause a burden, nor would it affect his spellcasting.

At this time, he already knew that the eight people he had killed did not know where they came from and were not Core Formation cultivators from the Xuantian Sect.

After that day, no one appeared.

Zhang Yuanjing was hesitating whether to fly out of the lake and look elsewhere when he saw the mirror-like surface of the lake suddenly open a gap several feet wide. Below was not lake water, but a lush forest, with birds chirping, beasts roaring, and full of vitality.

Zhang Yuanjing swept his divine sense over, and seeing no abnormalities, he jumped into the forest.