Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Since entering this space within the pot, Zhang Yuanjing sensed that Xie Tianwei seemed somewhat lacking in confidence. This puzzled him greatly.

In any case, this person was a genuine, unadulterated Core Formation stage cultivator at the Great Perfection realm. His cultivation was the result of diligent practice accumulated over time. Even if he were being cautious against a junior at the mid-Core Formation stage like himself, it shouldn't lead to such a lack of assurance.

However, in the battle just now, Xie Tianwei clearly held a significant advantage in cultivation. His three minor spells were also quite powerful, but when he cast them, he never seemed to exert his full strength.

Moreover, it wasn't a deliberate holding back, but rather an inability to fully unleash his power, as if he were wary of something.

While he was pondering this, the invisible force separating him and Xie Tianwei in the arena suddenly vanished.

Xie Tianwei, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, lost in thought, instantly moved like a fierce tiger, pouncing towards him.

His left hand formed a fist, his right hand a claw. The fist was drawn back to his chest, while the claw shot out like iron. The muscles on his arm bulged, tearing his sleeve.

Zhang Yuanjing's eyes narrowed. He pushed off the ground with his foot, dodging to the left, then flipped over to the opposite side, avoiding Xie Tianwei's sideways kick.

Xie Tianwei immediately twisted his body, his fists striking like the wind, relentlessly pursuing Zhang Yuanjing.

When Zhang Yuanjing was secretly cultivating in Zhangjiawan, he often saw the Zhang siblings practicing martial arts. Although he didn't deliberately practice himself, he learned quite a bit from watching.

Among them was a set of "Cloud Dragon Eight Methods," which emphasized body movement and changes, being as light and swift as a swimming dragon. He found it quite interesting, so it left a deep impression on him.

Now, seeing that Xie Tianwei actually possessed a body refinement technique and that his physical body was clearly much stronger than his own, he used the Cloud Dragon Eight Methods, not engaging in direct confrontation, but only dodging and evading his attacks.

Xie Tianwei launched dozens of attacks, but didn't even touch the hem of Zhang Yuanjing's clothes.

However, he wasn't anxious at all, but rather said leisurely, "The Profound Heaven cultivation methods emphasize Qi refinement before the Foundation Establishment stage, and supplement it with body refinement at the Core Formation stage. Especially in the later stages of Core Formation, there are three major body refinement methods: water refinement, fire refinement, and lightning refinement. These three methods progress gradually, step by step, and cannot be completed in less than a hundred years."

"Why refine the body? Because breaking through from Core Formation to Nascent Soul requires enduring a Heavenly Tribulation. If the physical body isn't strong enough, even the best magical treasures and tribulation-crossing materials are useless. Tribulation force washing the body is an essential step; without it, one cannot reach the Nascent Soul stage. I, Xie, have cultivated diligently for over a hundred years, and my lightning refinement is already greatly accomplished. The strength of my physical body is no less than those who specialize in body refinement. No matter how long you delay, it's useless!"

No wonder Xie Tianwei didn't sustain any injuries when passing the last hundred jade steps; it turned out he had practiced such a powerful body refinement technique.

However, Zhang Yuanjing remained unmoved. He comprehended the Cloud Dragon Eight Methods in actual combat, gradually becoming more skilled in using the techniques. Each move became more flexible and natural, and the consumption of power constantly decreased.

Xie Tianwei shouted a few more times, but seeing that it was useless, he didn't bother wasting his breath, and only relentlessly pursued and attacked Zhang Yuanjing.

After an hour, the space of the arena suddenly began to shrink, quickly becoming less than half its original size.

Zhang Yuanjing lost the space to dodge and maneuver, and was forced to confront Xie Tianwei head-on. After only a few exchanges, he took a punch, and half of his shoulder was almost numb.

He knew that he was bound to lose this battle, but he wasn't sure if there would be a third battle, so he shouted, "Senior Ten Thousand Worlds Pot, I concede!"

Xie Tianwei's eyes were cold, a grim smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His iron fists rained down, constantly landing on Zhang Yuanjing, beating him black and blue, covered in wounds, but none of the punches hit a vital spot.

Zhang Yuanjing shouted several times, but received no response. Seeing that Xie Tianwei wasn't in a hurry to kill him, he immediately understood the rules of the pot's battlefield—only when one side suffered a fatal attack would the scene change and the next round begin.

He felt both frustrated and puzzled, wondering why the Ten Thousand Worlds Pot was treating Xie Tianwei so favorably, telling him everything but not revealing anything to him. Was it just because Xie Tianwei was the Xuan Tian Sect Leader, holding the Sect Leader's Golden Seal?

Zhang Yuanjing persisted for a few more rounds, his body covered in blood, riddled with wounds. This was no longer a competition, but torture, even Xie Tianwei inflicting cruel punishment on him.

He didn't know what Xie Tianwei was planning, but since it was what his enemy wanted, of course he couldn't let him have his way. So he became ruthless, actively moving his vital points towards Xie Tianwei's fists, so that he could end him with one blow.

Xie Tianwei was enjoying the satisfying feeling of his fists hitting flesh, thinking of leaving a shadow and accumulating fear in Zhang Yuanjing through brutal torture, so as to establish a greater advantage for the final battle. He didn't expect Zhang Yuanjing to be so fierce, actually seeking death. He quickly withdrew the punch he had thrown, and retreated in a flustered manner.

Zhang Yuanjing was already furious, and seeing that Xie Tianwei still wanted to keep him alive to continue torturing him, he was instantly enraged. He rushed forward and launched a storm-like offensive against Xie Tianwei, his fists and feet landing on Xie Tianwei like raindrops.

Xie Tianwei's physical body was strong, and Zhang Yuanjing's strength was just like tickling him. However, this beating left Xie Tianwei dumbfounded.

The body refinement techniques he practiced were all broad and open, emphasizing strength, and he wasn't good at shifting and dodging. At this time, he had no choice but to endure Zhang Yuanjing's attacks.

Xie Tianwei hesitated for a moment, only feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable. How could he endure it? He immediately threw a punch, hitting Zhang Yuanjing squarely in the chest.

Zhang Yuanjing only felt a huge force enter his heart, shattering it.

In a daze, the arena disappeared. A ball of light fell from above, enveloping him.

The light slowly rose, floating towards the sky.

At first, the surroundings were empty, illusory, and vast.

Gradually, more light and shadows appeared in the sky, one ball on the left, one ball on the right, lonely and scattered in the boundless space.

Too far away, Zhang Yuanjing couldn't see clearly whether there were Core Formation cultivators like him in those light and shadows.

If his guess was correct, then this third battle was a battle of his and Xie Tianwei's souls. However, what were the other light and shadows that appeared in the sky? And what was their purpose?

He was carried by the light and shadow, continuing to float upwards. As he flew higher, the surrounding light and shadows became more and more numerous.

Some were very close, and he could see clearly that there was indeed a cultivator in those light and shadows, but their figures were very blurry, very similar to the cotton-like cultivators he had killed when he first entered the spirit pot battlefield.

After rising another section, the light and shadows became dense, colliding with each other from time to time.

At this time, a ball of light and shadow suddenly approached him, sticking to the light and shadow he was in. At the same time, an eerie aura spread from that light and shadow towards him.

Zhang Yuanjing raised his hand, preparing to use his mana to drive it away, but he suddenly thought that this place might already be the location of the soul battle, and quickly guarded his mind, swiftly urging his soul power to suppress the eerie aura.

However, as soon as his soul power came into contact with the eerie aura, a colorful flower appeared in his mind, rootless and leafless, round and full, bright and dripping with color. The stamen hidden in the petals coiled and twisted like a small snake, frantically drawing on his soul power.