Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Let's return to Zhang Xuan, who was focused and determined, concentrating on merging with the Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness. Meanwhile, the mysterious enemy controlling the Candle Dragon's physical body was constantly attempting to use its physical power to suppress and destroy the sea of consciousness, aiming to turn the Candle Dragon's body into a mindless puppet under their complete control.

Although Zhang Xuan's strength was weak, she had obtained many Mind-Enhancing Pills from Zhang Yuanjing, making her spiritual sense much stronger than that of ordinary Core Formation stage demonic cultivators. Furthermore, she possessed a strong and indomitable spirit, steadfastly holding her ground without retreating. The mysterious enemy's repeated assaults proved unsuccessful, leaving them temporarily helpless.

The situation took a dramatic turn when Zhang Yuanjing pushed the Nethergrass into the Candle Dragon's belly.

This Nethergrass was born from absorbing the Waters of Three Lifetimes, being the essence condensed from this water. After entering the Candle Dragon's abdomen, it was as if it had been given a miraculous elixir, immediately causing earth-shattering changes.

First was the rapid enhancement of its physical body. It was originally a Transformation Realm level strange insect, without the limitations of cultivation stages. Once it had enough turbid power, its strength would increase rapidly without any hindrance.

The mysterious enemy controlling the Candle Dragon's physical body had initially only taken advantage of its weakness. Now that its strength had greatly increased, they immediately felt overwhelmed. Despite exerting all their strength, they were unable to completely control its physical body.

More importantly, the Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness began to recover.

After the Candle Dragon's primordial spirit had left, its sea of consciousness lost its source, gradually shrinking and becoming somewhat faint. After Zhang Xuan's spiritual sense merged with it, it was only temporarily maintained, but the result of its dissipation was irreversible.

However, after receiving nourishment from the Nethergrass, the sea of consciousness was like an old tree blossoming, rapidly growing and expanding into a vast and obscure area shrouded in gray mist, with waves rolling like a vast ocean.

Its cultivation level also rapidly increased from the Foundation Establishment stage, which Zhang Xuan had maintained, to the Saint Core stage, from the early Saint Core stage to the middle stage, then to the late stage, and finally to the Great Perfection stage. Then, with a 'boom,' like a thunderclap in clear sky, it entered the Transformation Realm.

If it were the Saint Core stage, it would still be within the range that Zhang Xuan's spiritual sense could perceive. She already had the strength of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage, only a step away from the Saint Core stage. Furthermore, the Left Envoy had taken it upon himself to be her teacher, repeatedly demonstrating the mysteries of the Saint Core stage, so she was no stranger to it.

However, the Transformation Realm was far beyond her understanding. She had no idea what kind of soul and spiritual sense this realm possessed, nor did she know its uses, its mysteries, or its reality.

Everything happened within the Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness, unrelated to her main body and not closely related to her soul. She only felt like a pure passerby, feeling uneasy and at a loss here.

Her mysterious enemy keenly sensed the power of the Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness and immediately withdrew their power from the Candle Dragon's physical body, leaving her no chance to take advantage.

However, this person's withdrawal also awakened Zhang Xuan. She suddenly realized that, according to the Daoist priest's reminder, she had to immediately urge the Candle Dragon's physical body to enter the Blackwater Pool and quickly absorb the Waters of Three Lifetimes that emerged from the Nine Yin Abyss after the Nirvana Sacrifice.

Therefore, she quickly guided the power of the sea of consciousness to cover all parts of the Candle Dragon's physical body. Without the mysterious enemy's resistance, this step was completed almost instantly. The Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness and the Candle Dragon's physical body, along with its meridians, bones, flesh, scales, all organs, and every hair, established an intimate relationship as close as using one's arm, as if it had been so since birth.

Perhaps sensing this harmony and smoothness, the Candle Dragon's physical body instinctively stretched out, letting out a long roar from deep within its throat, filled with joy, liveliness, and infinite hope.

Hearing this dragon roar, all the demonic cultivators were shocked.

The Golden Law King and White Law King, who were close at hand, each retreated, ceasing their fighting.

The Golden Law King looked at the Candle Dragon, whose aura clearly surpassed the Saint Core stage, with a somewhat complicated expression, and then glanced at the Left Envoy, who was still unconscious and pale-faced among Chang Guangming and others.

The White Law King was somewhat exasperated, casting his gaze towards the darkness on the other side of the cave, rapidly moving his lips towards a black-robed cultivator with a blurred face, obviously transmitting a message.

Chang Guangming, the Saint Core stage Great Perfection cultivator who was temporarily in charge of the Left Envoy's faction, looked up blankly at the moving Candle Dragon, his gaunt face filled with expectation, joy, worry, and fear. As for the Green and Red Law Kings, they were somewhat surprised and uncertain.

The sixteen or seventeen thousand low-level followers who were still fighting fiercely, regardless of which faction they belonged to, were mostly filled with joy.

As for the several Saint Core stage demonic cultivators, their expressions could be described as varied. Most of them held hopeful and optimistic attitudes, their eyes flashing with anticipation; but there were also two who, because of their deep involvement in the schemes of the Left Envoy, Right Envoy, and White Law King, revealed expressions of fear.

However, the one who reacted to this first was the black-faced man trapped by the Little Fire Crow and the Quicksand Formation.

He didn't know what means he used, but he suddenly rushed out of the sandstorm, ignoring the earth prison hastily cast by Zhang Yuanjing, leaped up, and went straight for the Candle Dragon.

Zhang Yuanjing secretly thought it was bad, but suffering from the fact that he had neither usable talismans nor strange objects, nor any fast-attacking magic weapons or spells, he could only watch helplessly as this person rapidly approached the Candle Dragon.

Zhang Xuan 'saw' clearly in the Candle Dragon's sea of consciousness and quickly commanded the Candle Dragon to flick its long tail, whipping it towards the enemy.

The black-faced man flipped over the dragon's tail in a very strange motion, but did not continue to approach the Candle Dragon. Instead, he stood suspended in the air, put his hands together, and chanted, "Disciple Zhenye, respectfully invites the True Buddha projection to descend and subdue demons and eliminate misfortune! Vajra Subduing Demon Mantra!"

In an instant, a golden illusory image appeared out of thin air behind him, and then grew several times larger, about ten zhang tall. This illusory image had a bald head, lowered eyes, right hand raised in front of his chest, left hand forming a mudra, and chanted words.

As it chanted, layers of sound waves spread outward from the black-faced man, penetrating the ears and minds of everyone in the cave without distinction.

"Ah..."

Wherever the sound waves reached, the low-level demonic cultivators clutched their heads and knelt on the ground, screaming loudly. The mantra chanted by this illusory image seemed to be their nemesis. Just hearing a little of it caused their sea of consciousness to shake and their souls to ache.

The Saint Core stage demonic cultivators, including the several Law Kings and Chang Guangming, all groaned, their eyes revealing fear, their legs trembling slightly, and their hands clenched into fists.

The Green Law King, who was farther away, wanted to retreat backward. As soon as he took a step back, he felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a huge rock, and he flew backward violently, spitting blood, fell to the ground, and then twisted his body frantically, making even more painful howls than the low-level demonic cultivators.

Fire Crow Daoist and Zhang Yuanjing only felt their ears filled with buzzing sounds, extremely monotonous and extremely boring, like hundreds of ants crawling around in their hearts, making them want to go crazy.

At this time, the only one who could resist these sound waves was the Candle Dragon, which was not far from the illusory image.

Its sea of consciousness was like a deep pool, always deep and serene no matter how the sound waves impacted it.

Zhang Xuan had already learned of the reactions of the many demonic cultivators through her spiritual sense, and immediately urged the Candle Dragon to open its huge mouth and spray out a large mass of foul-smelling black water, drenching the illusory image.

However, the illusory image was only an illusion, and the black water passed through it without producing any effect.

At this time, as the mantra in the illusory image's mouth continued to expand, wisps of inexplicable aura emerged from the heads of the low-level demonic cultivators, and then floated towards the illusory image, being completely absorbed without a trace.

The illusory image then became a bit more solid, becoming more dignified and powerful, and the mantra in its mouth was chanted faster and with more power.