Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Upon the jade platform, there was no one. However, on the ground near the center, there were clear signs of a fierce battle between cultivators.

Judging from the shocking scorched marks, it was likely the aftermath of small spells like thunder and fire wreaking havoc. Without a doubt, Jie Tianwei and Hu Tiancong had a great battle here.

There was no blood on the ground, making it difficult to determine the outcome of their fight.

Zhang Yuanjing sighed softly. Suddenly, he understood why Yu Tianwan was so sure that once Jie Tianwei obtained the opportunity, they would all die!

This wasn't because Jie Tianwei knew the mechanics of the Spirit Gourd Battlefield, but rather an inference based on his actions.

This Xue Wang Divine Tomb held earth-shattering secrets, and Jie Tianwei clearly knew about them, yet he hadn't mentioned them to the sect, and most likely hadn't told Tong Tianfu either. If that was the case, how could he allow those who knew the secrets to leave alive!

Zhang Yuanjing didn't dare to stop. He took a few deep breaths and continued toward the jade steps ahead.

As he stepped onto the five hundred and first jade step, he heard a "buzz" as if time and space were reversed, and the world around him shattered like a bubble. He felt as if he were floating in endless void, weightless and drifting with the wind.

He didn't know how long had passed when a giant beast suddenly appeared in front of him. Its body was like a cloud hanging from the sky, obscuring the entire void. The tiny Zhang Yuanjing was less than a speck of dust in its presence.

"Roar—woo!"

The giant beast let out a sharp roar, then opened its boundless mouth and took a deep breath.

"Rumble!"

It was as if the void had collapsed, and a piece of heaven and earth was missing. Zhang Yuanjing, along with many things, large and small, bright and dim, entered the giant beast's belly.

After a long period of darkness, he entered a vast and boundless space. Countless starlight-like lights dotted the space.

Some lights, dozens or hundreds of them, gathered together, while others were very scattered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like candles in the wind.

He floated around inside, not knowing how long had passed. One day, he was sucked into a bright light by a powerful suction force.

Perhaps it was because he was closer now, he could see that these lights were all spheres, some round like pearls, and others like crooked melons and cracked dates.

These spheres were of various sizes, some moving and some still, but without exception, they all exuded a terrifying aura, like ridiculously strong cultivators.

Wind blew from a corner.

Zhang Yuanjing floated towards one of these dozens of light spheres.

Closer and closer, he could see the magnificent mountains, vast rivers, and countless powerful cultivators flying and escaping on the light sphere.

"Whoosh!"

An suction force came from somewhere on the light sphere, suddenly engulfing him and dragging him into a certain cave.

This seemed to be an underground river, and he had lost his body, leaving only a wisp of consciousness, drifting with the current, not knowing where it was going.

As if waiting for ten thousand years, or perhaps only an instant, he drilled into the brain of a baby about to be born.

"Wah—" His brain uncontrollably sent out a crying signal, and then his mouth opened wide and began to wail.

This was an ordinary farmer's home, and he was the first child in the family, named Da Niu (Big Ox).

He gradually grew up, his body strong, like a calf. He vaguely remembered his origins, and couldn't settle down as a farmer, always wanting to cultivate immortality.

When he was sixteen, he followed a wandering Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest said that he was an immortal master from the Seven Dragon Temple of Doutian Peak in Taihua Mountain, able to fly swords and break through the sky, swallow the morning glow and transcend life and death.

While passing through a valley, they encountered bandits robbing the road. The wandering Taoist priest was killed by a knife, and he became a bandit, following the thieves everywhere, killing and setting fires.

One day, they were looting a manor, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil. Suddenly, a sword flew from the sky, flickering and turning like a ghost, killing all the thieves, including him.

As life faded away, he gradually turned into a wisp of shadow, blown by the wind to a desolate mountain gully.

The yin wind howled in this place, and ghostly aura was dense, as if countless ghosts lingered here. Occasionally, strangers strayed into this place, and these ghosts confused their minds, eventually devouring their souls.

Although he was only a wisp of soul, he was naturally strong, not only could he devour the souls of the living, but also the ghosts that had existed for who knows how many years, he could swallow them with a single gulp.

One day, a beautiful young man in white, carrying a long sword on his shoulder, came from outside the mountain. He stood on the top of the mountain gully, overlooking the dark place below, and lightly scolded: "The glorious Xia Mountain, how can it tolerate ghosts and monsters! Watch me Lian Chengyu, slay demons and refine ghosts, eliminate evil and remove filth, and restore this place to a bright and clear world!"

He pointed his finger, and the long sword on his back unsheathed with a clang, turning into a training, and slashed at this muddled ghost shadow, whether it was called Zhang Yuanjing or Da Niu.

"Swish!"

A cold light flashed, and the ghost shadow was split in two. The painstakingly accumulated power quickly left the body.

He transformed back into a wisp of soul, drifting away, but towards the beautiful young man.

The beautiful young man shouted angrily: "Break!"

Using his hand as a sword, he slashed through the air.

However, this attack completely missed, and did not cause any damage to the soul.

This wisp of soul easily passed through the young man's protective magic power, drilled into his sea of consciousness, swallowed his spirit, and replaced it.

From then on, he walked the vast land in the name of Lian Chengyu, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from Luoying Valley in Haoxia Mountain.

Over the past one hundred and thirty years, he had encountered dangers many times, and had replaced his body three times, finally cultivating to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Twenty years later, the well-known Immortal Cosmos Palace opened, and he entered it. After many twists and turns, he finally found the Supreme Treasure Pill, the Correct Heart Pill, to break through to the Core Formation realm, but in the competition, he died at the hands of a fellow cultivator named Du Pingxu.

Unwilling to fail like this, a wisp of his soul attached to Du Pingxu. Taking advantage of his successful breakthrough, he attacked his sea of consciousness and succeeded in seizing the body again.

Time passed quickly for three hundred years. He adventured everywhere, and fell twice, but regained his body through seizing, and finally cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Core Formation realm as a Core Formation Elder of a certain great sect. With the sect's permission, he used the mountain gate's great spiritual cave to break through.

He advanced step by step, slowly progressing, taking thirty years to refine his mana to perfection, forging a flawless golden core, only lacking the Yang of the spiritual god, before he could transform to the Nascent Soul, thus leaping to the realm of the True Person.

However, no matter how he used the essence of the great spiritual cave to ignite the fire of the spiritual god, that wisp of supreme yang energy never came out.

A question began to emerge from his mind: Are you really you?

To become a True Person, one must have absolute faith in oneself, without the slightest doubt.

He carefully guarded his mind, giving an unquestionable answer in his sea of consciousness: Yes!

No matter how the body changed, he was always him, his true self was the same, and had never changed.

However, this question appeared repeatedly, again and again, like an echo, never ceasing.

His thoughts did not move, and his thoughts traced back from this body, one layer after another, the trajectory was extremely clear, until the little boy in the small mountain village that year, facing great changes, and was sad and helpless.

He had always been him, his soul was pure, and his true self had not changed.

His will was as firm as a rock, allowing the question to repeatedly impact him, but he remained unmoved.

He didn't know how long had passed before a wisp of supreme yang energy spontaneously emerged from his Niwan Palace. His spiritual god appeared in the void, swallowed the supreme yang energy, and suddenly like the rising sun, illuminated the universe, and the whole world was under his eyes.

Zhang Yuanjing's body, bent into a bow due to the burden, suddenly trembled violently. He asked himself in disbelief: I have broken through to the Nascent Soul realm?

No, it's just an illusion, just evil spirits confusing my mind!

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that he had just stepped out with his left foot on the five hundred and first jade step, while his right foot was still on the jade platform behind him.