Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Zhang Yuanjing was too weak to speak, only sending a thought to Zhang Shi: "Quickly take it away, lest it be sucked back by the Insect King's body!"

These white water droplets fell to the bottom of the furnace, neither evaporating nor flowing, just quietly staying there, increasing in number. In a few breaths, they piled up into a large mass, like a small segment of a pomegranate.

Zhang Shi squatted on the furnace for a long time, not daring to get close to the extremely blazing flames. He was helpless against the white water droplets at the bottom of the furnace, only able to "watch".

Fortunately, these white water droplets, wrapped in anti-qi, only increased and did not decrease.

After about ten more breaths, the red cloud no longer released white water droplets, but instead emitted a thick white smoke, and a putrid smell wafted out.

Little Shi couldn't bear the "baptism" of this smell and quickly moved away, letting the gas dissipate into the Gobi Desert.

At this moment, the Dan poison in Zhang Yuanjing's body suddenly flared up. His meridians, originally like thoroughfares, became like blocked canals, making it difficult for his power to flow. A large amount of thick earth power squeezed into some of the meridians, causing them to swell, and many dragon-eye-sized bumps appeared on the surface of his body.

Only the meridian through which the water and fire spiritual power flowed was incomparably smooth. All the Dan poison was silently eliminated.

Zhang Yuanjing knew that as long as he moved his mind, he could mobilize this spiritual power to sweep away the Dan poison in the other meridians. However, if he did so, the fire temperature in the furnace would drop sharply, and the matter of refining the Insect King's body would be ruined.

However, although he was clear-headed and knew what he should do now, the former thought could not be eradicated. One thought went, and another was born, repeatedly and endlessly entangled.

Moreover, the harm of the Dan poison became more and more serious, even invading some key areas and destroying his foundation. If his foundation was destroyed, even if he killed the Insect King and saved his life, all his cultivation would be in vain, no different from death.

The two thoughts were like a battle between heaven and man, sometimes one advancing and the other retreating, and sometimes the other retreating and one advancing. For a time, it was as if demonic thoughts were rampant and difficult to restrain. Zhang Yuanjing frowned, and beads of sweat as big as beans dripped from his forehead, rolling down his cheeks.

He didn't know how long it had been when the conflict of thoughts in his sea of consciousness suddenly disappeared, becoming a peaceful expanse. He looked inward at his meridians and found that all the fire poison had disappeared, and his power flowed unhindered.

Looking at the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace again, the white smoke had dissipated, and the Insect King's body had turned into a pile of black ash, covering the white water droplets.

"Zhang Shi, has the Insect King been refined?" Zhang Yuanjing asked joyfully.

Zhang Shi said, "Yes."

"How long has it been? Why did I forget the passage of time!" Zhang Yuanjing asked, about to stop urging the Yin and Yang fires.

Zhang Shi replied, "Half a day has passed."

Zhang Yuanjing was a little surprised. Why was Zhang Shi so rigid, only knowing how to answer what was asked, and not as lively as usual? But he didn't think much about it and still went to check the situation in the furnace to confirm whether all the Insect King's body had been completely refined.

After looking at it for a few times, apart from a thick layer of black ash and white water droplets covered by the black ash, there was indeed nothing else.

He was relieved, but then he felt something was wrong. It seemed that something was missing from the furnace!

"Zhang Shi, do you feel that there is something abnormal in this furnace?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

What's wrong with Zhang Shi? Zhang Yuanjing fixed his eyes on it, only to see it stopped in mid-air, motionless, as if it was there, and as if it was in a very distant place.

Something's wrong! Could it be an illusion? He looked at the furnace again, and a shock went through his mind: I haven't withdrawn my power yet, why are the Yin and Yang fires gone!

As soon as this thought arose, the scene in the furnace suddenly changed. The white smoke was thick, blocking his divine sense, and he didn't know the situation inside, but there was a sound of wailing. Obviously, the Insect King's body was still being refined, far from being successful.

Looking inward at his meridians again, he found that although the fire poison in his meridians was serious, it had not yet flared up. His power could still maintain circulation, and the water and fire spiritual power was always stable and powerful. The Dan poison in the meridians where it was located was indeed cleared away.

Looking at Zhang Shi again, he saw it circling around him and the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, looking anxious. Around him and Zhang Shi, there was a faint white smoke lingering, shallow and not dispersing.

"Master, Master, your complexion is not very good. Can you hold on?"

"Master, this smoke is getting bigger and bigger, it smells so bad!"

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"Zhang Shi, don't shout, can the anti-qi be taken out?" Zhang Yuanjing asked, his voice hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Master, it's good that you're okay," Zhang Shi exclaimed joyfully, then said dejectedly, "The anti-qi is stopped at the bottom of the furnace, and Zhang Shi can't reach it because of the furnace fire."

"It doesn't matter. Let's not worry about the anti-qi for now. You find a way to blow away the smoke around me. This thing has some tricks, affecting the divine soul," Zhang Yuanjing said calmly.

He already understood that the illusions just now must have been created by the dying struggles of several Insect Kings.

As expected, although Zhang Shi tried his best to disperse it, the surrounding white smoke was always there, and various illusions constantly appeared in Zhang Yuanjing's sea of consciousness. Miserable and stern voices and ghostly howls often rang in his ears, constantly interfering with his cultivation.

At the most critical moment, even more demonic shadows appeared around him. The Martial Emperor's long saber, the Demon Ape's black shield, the Butterfly's sound waves, the Treasure Tree's branches, and the Nether Bamboo's yellow light were repeatedly applied, creating realistic feelings on his body and in his sea of consciousness, as if he had really suffered a heavy blow from these Insect Kings.

These, inexplicably, reminded Zhang Yuanjing of the torture he suffered at the hands of the cultivators in the Abyss of Heavenly Demons, and the pain he suffered when he swallowed the Golden Scale Fruit.

He gritted his teeth, unmoved, only wholeheartedly maintaining the Yin and Yang fires, not looking at the results, not looking at the surroundings, single-minded and wholeheartedly refining the insects.

Perhaps it was three or five breaths of time, perhaps it was three or five hours, perhaps it was three or five days, only to hear a sentence "Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far," the boundless Gobi Desert in front of him suddenly became blurred, and then with a gentle "crack", the entire environment became fragmented.

The sky spun, his head was dizzy, and when Zhang Yuanjing woke up again, he was standing firmly on a cliff. The Origin Stone and the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace were quietly standing beside him. The air was filled with fresh and sweet, rich spiritual power, making him feel refreshed.

He turned his eyes and looked around. The mountains and cliffs were full of exotic flowers and herbs, red and purple fragrant, and lush green. On the left was a steep peak, with waterfalls and springs flowing down, and streams gathered below, with white stones like jade, clear to the bottom. On the right was a gentle slope, with thousands of plum blossoms growing among the brocade flowers and abundant grass. Below the cliff was a hundred-zhang abyss, with jagged boulders, strange pines and cypresses, and clouds of mist and miasma. In the distance, the mountain shadows were heavy, the green color was like ink, and between the mountains, there were vast grasslands, lush forests, and lakes and puddles dotted like blue gemstones.

This is clearly a blessed place for cultivators!

Could it be another illusion? Zhang Yuanjing didn't dare to move rashly, but he clearly felt that the water and fire spiritual power in his meridians had long been exhausted, and the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace was cold, with only a pile of "pomegranate seeds" left at the bottom of the furnace, about several hundred in number.

Suddenly, he felt something strange behind him. Only then did he realize that he had been attracted by the scenery in front of him and on both sides, but he had forgotten to check the situation behind him. Turning around, he saw that behind him was a gray and defeated aura, in which there seemed to be space channels, filled with the sound of breaking through the air, extremely dangerous.

Could it be that he had broken through from it? He only felt his scalp tingle and his back sweat, and he was a little lost for a moment. He, a Golden Core mid-stage cultivator, didn't know when or how he had been moved to this place!

"Come down! Don't stand there like an idiot!" An extremely old voice came, not loud, but extremely clear, as if it was speaking in his ear.

Zhang Yuanjing followed the sound and saw a plum tree with luxuriant branches and blooming flowers. Underneath it, a piece of blue cloth was laid out, and an old Taoist who was old sat cross-legged, with a low tea table in front of him, with a white jade teapot and two white jade teacups on it.

Zhang Yuanjing was taken aback. When he swept through this plum forest just now, there was no old Taoist or tea table. When did this appear? It's probably just an illusion!

"Thinking it's still an illusion?" The old Taoist chuckled, "Tribute receiver, you have successfully won the challenge! Thank you, if you hadn't won this time, I wouldn't even have a place to drink tea, and I could only suffer in that leaky void!"

Zhang Yuanjing hesitated in his heart, instinctively feeling that this old Taoist was very kind, and what he said was trustworthy. However, before he was sure, he had to maintain enough caution, so he still didn't move.

"Being careful is right, but being too careful will miss opportunities!" The old Taoist laughed, "Forget it, you kid is not bad. At the critical moment, you held onto your heart and were not disturbed by that bald thief. Because you made him suffer, I will give you another opportunity. Well, let me give you this Magic Evolution Pill first. This is what I agreed with that bald thief, and I have to give it to you no matter what. Take it!"

The old Taoist flicked his hand, and a two-inch square sandalwood box flew out, heading straight for Zhang Yuanjing's head. Zhang Yuanjing reached out and took it. The box felt cool to the touch, exuding a faint and delicate fragrance, which made him feel refreshed and his soul strong. His eyes lit up, this pill is not ordinary!

"Thank you, Senior, for the pill!" Zhang Yuanjing bowed and saluted, bowing to the old Taoist from afar.

"Hehe, so you kid is greedy for money. When you give him good things, his back immediately becomes weak! Aren't you afraid this is an illusion? Aren't you afraid I'll harm you?" The old Taoist was half joking and half mocking.

Zhang Yuanjing had been tested for a long time, and his skin had long become thick. Where did he take these words to heart? He immediately raised his voice and replied: "Junior only feels that this pill is a real thing and cannot be transformed by illusion. Therefore, I know that Senior is kind and this place is a good place!"

While he was talking, he put the Origin Stone into his Dantian, stretched out his right hand to lift the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, moved down the slope, and soon came to the front of the blue cloth.

"Sit down and drink a cup of my pure tea. The Dan poison in your body is deep. If you don't treat it early, your cultivation will be destroyed. This tea can eliminate all poisons, which is just right for your condition!" The old Taoist reached out and picked up the white jade teapot, filled a cup near Zhang Yuanjing, then poured one for himself, and asked him to sit down.

"Thank you, Senior, for the tea!" Zhang Yuanjing saluted again before sitting down properly.

"It turns out that you are not greedy for profit, but naturally restrained! This is even worse! What is the fun for cultivators to be tied down by red tape! You are not one of my kind!" The old Taoist drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, muttering a few words, seemingly unhappy.

Zhang Yuanjing carefully looked at the tea in the white jade teacup. He saw that the tea was as light as white water, and there was no fragrance. Instead, it exuded a strong medicinal smell.

He had been raising medicine and refining pills for many years. As soon as he smelled this smell, he knew that the medicinal materials used were of very high quality, and it was also orthodox Taoism, not an evil thing. He immediately picked up the cup and drank it all.