Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Before the earth fire erupted, the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace stirred up a massive force in the soil, carrying Zhang Yuanjing into an unknown space.

"The fourth destined one, welcome!" A rather stiff and somewhat hoarse voice came from the distant reaches, drilling clearly into Zhang Yuanjing's ears.

"Destined one?!" Zhang Yuanjing was stunned, feeling somewhat lost and bewildered. This title was not pleasing, clearly implying an extraordinary calamity.

It was a ball of yellow light, enveloping a space about thirty feet in size, empty and barren, with nothing else. Standing within it, he felt a slight chill. Separated by the yellow light, the outside scenery was hazy and completely unclear.

The Yin-Yang Creation Furnace fell beside him. He reached out to grab it, and with a thought, he tried to put it into his storage bracelet. However, the furnace did not react and remained in his hand. He tried again, but it still didn't work.

Could it be that storage bracelets and similar items cannot be used here? He quickly used his divine sense to communicate with the Heavy Earth Art Sword in his storage bracelet. In an instant, the yellow longsword appeared in his hand without any issues. He moved his divine sense again, and the sword silently returned to the storage bracelet.

Zhang Yuanjing turned his head to look at the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, deducing that this place was most likely the land of the demonic insects. The furnace was like a key, opening the door to this place for him. At the same time, it was likely a token that needed to be displayed at all times in order to move around here. This was also a kind of confinement, because he couldn't put the furnace away, meaning there was no escape.

"According to the agreement between the two Great Lords, all destined ones must first kill all the demonic insects before being qualified to challenge the Insect King!" The stiff voice paused for a few breaths and said without any emotion, "Destined one, are you ready?"

"Great Lords?" This title immediately reminded Zhang Yuanjing of the Heavy Earth Nurturing Cauldron, bringing back some unpleasant memories.

However, the following sentence immediately made his heart sink. Knowing the rogue nature of the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, Zhang Yuanjing was not going to be fooled by this trick and quickly replied, "Not yet!"

The stiff voice seemed not to have heard him. After a pause, it continued, "Since you are ready, let's begin!"

As soon as the voice fell, the yellow light enveloping Zhang Yuanjing cracked like an eggshell.

Caught off guard, Zhang Yuanjing fell rapidly. He subconsciously raised his magic power to control the air.

However, although the magic power was circulating, it had no effect. With a "poof," his legs plunged into the ground, which was full of soft sand.

Around him was a vast desert, tens of miles wide. At the end of the desert was a stretch of several miles of Gobi, and beyond the Gobi were undulating mountains.

The sky here was very low, extremely oppressive. He didn't know what kind of mystery was at play, but he couldn't control the air to fly. He summoned a flying magic treasure, but it was the same.

The light was very bright, and the visibility was high, but he didn't know where the light source was.

The moment he appeared, dense green dots flickered between the distant mountains. After two breaths, a "woo-ah! screech..." sound came, which was very eerie, rising and falling, continuous and incessant.

"Could it be that those eerie green dots are the so-called demonic insects?" Zhang Yuanjing looked at the mountains from afar, and a startling thought suddenly emerged.

Remembering what the voice said—kill all the demonic insects—Zhang Yuanjing felt his scalp tingle! Just based on this quantity, even if their realm was low and their strength was weak, how could he fight them without being able to fly!

In the battles with the Heavenly Devil Abyss cultivators, he had killed Sacred Core Realm demonic insects several times. With the Creation Furnace in hand, he could easily fight against many enemies at once.

However, this did not mean that he could deal with thousands or even tens of thousands of demonic insects at the same time, even if most of these demonic insects were only below the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He shook his head, made up his mind to first choose a direction without demonic insects to hide in, and then understand the situation.

He grabbed the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, which weighed several thousand pounds, and strode forward, quickly crossing the tens of miles of desert and entering a rugged area of rocks.

The land and ridges here were all made of large and small rocks. There was not a single tree, but there were some gray-black grasses growing, emitting a mysterious aura.

To Zhang Yuanjing, as a cultivator, this gray-black grass was like a poison with leaking toxicity, making him feel disgusted upon smelling it.

When he came out of this rocky area, a large red lake appeared in front of him. The lake was filled with turbid air and a foul stench. From time to time, water splashed, revealing fish with wide heads and narrow bodies.

Perhaps smelling Zhang Yuanjing's scent, these fish jumped up and flew from the lake to the shore, walking on their caudal fins and rushing towards him. In just a few breaths, their number reached three to five thousand.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly changed direction again, sprinting with all his might. Those green light spots and fish demons were not fast, but they kept tracking his whereabouts.

After traveling hundreds of miles, a cloud of black suddenly appeared in front of him, rushing towards Zhang Yuanjing like lightning. At this time, there was a block in front and pursuers behind, and there was no way to escape.

Fortunately, the green dots and monster fish behind him were slower and still a few miles away. He could use this time difference to fight the cloud of black rushing towards him.

As the black cloud approached, it could be clearly seen that it was a large group of insects similar to black iron bulls, surrounded by demonic energy and exuding a fierce aura.

What was especially terrifying was that these demonic insects did not fly in a chaotic manner, but were led by a large insect about a foot long. Among every dozen or so, there was one that was six or seven inches long, and the rest were mostly four to five inches long.

Judging from their aura, the largest one was at the early stage of the Sacred Core Realm, the six- or seven-inch ones were equivalent to the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the rest were mainly at the Blood Refining Realm, with many also at the Foundation Establishment Realm. The total number was between five and six hundred.

Zhang Yuanjing summoned the Heavy Earth Art Sword, and with a Flying Stone Art, thousands of peach-sized gravel stones appeared out of thin air in the sky, smashing down on the group of demonic insects.

These demonic insects, perhaps because they had not fought against cultivators for a long time, were unprepared for these flying stones. A small half of them were immediately knocked to the ground.

Then, to Zhang Yuanjing's surprise, the hit demonic insects were unharmed. They rolled a few times in the sand, flapped their wings, and buzzed back into the air, following the insect swarm in front of them to pounce on him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Yuanjing quickly used the Raging Sand Art. The magic power in his dantian gurgled out, and within a radius of dozens of feet in front of him, sand and stones flew, and a raging wind howled, covering the sky and the sun. Hundreds of demonic insects were swept into it and disappeared.

Whether in the Desolate Death Zone or in this special space, turbid air was the foundation.

As a Taoist Qi refiner, he could only rely on his own magic power to cast small spells. Therefore, he dared not use small spells like Flying Stone and Raging Sand, which consumed a lot of magic power.

Especially the Raging Sand Art, which would continuously consume magic power as long as the sand formation existed.

After about twenty breaths, Zhang Yuanjing felt the loss of magic power accelerate, so he stopped the spell.

Losing the sweeping force of the raging wind, the slowly falling sand and stones revealed groups of demonic insects, which quickly reunited, and the number was still the same as before.

At this time, the demonic insects were very close to him. The leading dozen or so, even their trembling antennae, were clearly visible, and transparent liquid dripped from their mouths.

The demonic insect at the early stage of the Sacred Core Realm had already hidden in the insect swarm, occasionally making a "screech" sound. The surrounding demonic insects echoed it, and the sound was sharp and piercing.

Zhang Yuanjing took out a few low-grade middle and lower grade attack talismans of the gold and fire elements and threw them out.

However, in the blazing fire and golden light, the demonic insects were as if in no man's land, not afraid at all.

Seeing that the demonic insects were about to pounce on him, Zhang Yuanjing threw the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace in his hand. This furnace was already impatient. In the instant of flying into the air, it emitted a strong suction force, taking all the nearby demonic insects into its belly.

The demonic insects behind seemed to be unaware, rushing forward one after another. The Yin-Yang Creation Furnace accepted all comers, as if it had boundless space, taking away all six hundred demonic insects without leaving one behind.

Then, the furnace flew back to Zhang Yuanjing on its own and fell to the ground. An aura sealed the top of the furnace, like a cover of gold and iron. Then there was a continuous "ding ding" sound, which was the hundreds of demonic insects desperately hitting the furnace lid.

Zhang Yuanjing took out a Crimson Cloud Pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. Then, holding the blue long ear in one hand and grabbing the red ring in the other, he unleashed his magic power, and the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace released the Yin and Yang fires, burning the demonic insects in the furnace.

In an instant, the furnace was like a pot of boiling water. A huge force continuously impacted the aura sealing the top of the furnace, but not a single demonic insect could escape.

Zhang Yuanjing only cared about urging the Yin and Yang fires to the best of his ability, burning the furnace red. The Yin and Yang fires complemented each other, quickly raising the furnace temperature to the limit of this imitation Yin-Yang Creation Furnace. The demonic insects in the furnace, including the one at the early stage of the Sacred Core Realm, were all turned into a mass of black ash in the high temperature, drifting and scattering, and finally deposited at the bottom of the furnace.

He grabbed the furnace and felt that it was more than 50% heavier than before. So he gathered a mouthful of magic power, lifted it up, and then tilted it down. The black ash suddenly poured out, piled on the ground, but only about a foot square.

At the same time, he communicated with Zhang Shi with his divine sense, asking if he still needed this thing.

Zhang Shi emerged, drilled into the black ash, rolled back and forth a few times, and immediately "ate" the pile of black ash cleanly.

At this time, the green dots and monster fish chasing behind him were very close. Zhang Yuanjing took back the Source Stone into his dantian and hurried forward.