Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The instant I entered the house, a sense of vicissitudes arose spontaneously. Everything within seemed to have aged a thousand years in an instant, exuding the weight of time. The ink and brushes were covered in dust, the inkstone was cracked, and the white paper was yellowed.

In a daze, the brush stood up, its tip dripping with thick, dark ink. An invisible hand wielded the brush, creating layer upon layer of images on the scroll, depicting the changing of people and affairs, the shifting of world events, all contained within.

The more Zhang Yuanjing looked at the painting, the deeper his thoughts sank into it. His own memories, whether the clear and frequently used ones, or those hidden in the dark recesses, those he constantly avoided, were about to flow out, to be imprinted on the yellowed paper, becoming a part of the painting.

At this moment, the Yang Refining Umbrella quietly flew out, emitting a dark aura, shielding Zhang Yuanjing from the painting's bewitchment.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly steadied his mind, withdrawing his thoughts from the painting, guarding his spirit, and striving to resist a certain force of attraction that came from nowhere.

Time passed breath by breath, and the force of attraction grew stronger and stronger, but Zhang Yuanjing's spirit was extremely strong, and with the protection of the Yang Refining Umbrella, he remained steadfast.

After twenty breaths, the force of attraction seemed to reach its limit, suddenly plummeting to the bottom, and then disappearing without a trace.

In the next moment, the scene in the house changed, returning to its original state. All the vicissitudes of time disappeared, and everything just now seemed like a dream.

Zhang Yuanjing stretched out his divine sense, quickly covering the surrounding several miles. Outside, it was no longer the flat ground on the mountaintop, but one towering stone pillar after another, about thirty feet in circumference, with clouds swirling beneath, bottomless.

The thatched cottage was located on top of one of the stone pillars. On the other stone pillars, there were two identical thatched cottages, and the rest were empty.

Zhang Yuanjing chose a thatched cottage and sent his divine sense towards it, but it was blocked by a powerful restriction. He waited for a moment and felt that some divine sense was trying to break into the thatched cottage where he was, but it was also blocked by the restriction. So he stayed in the house and did not go out.

No cultivators came out of the other two houses either.

After half an hour, a strong consciousness passed through the restriction and landed on him, unscrupulously conducting a very detailed examination of him.

He knew that this must be the person who set up the formation. Not wanting to resort to violence in advance, he silently endured it, waiting for his subsequent methods.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a gloomy voice shout, "Insignificant fellows, this King has been waiting for you for a long time. Are you going to come out yourself, or do you want this King to drag you out!"

The consciousness that had penetrated into the house disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanjing expanded his divine sense outward and saw that in the other two thatched houses, one had fallen to the ground at some point. A huge black bird with bright eyes stood with its head raised, its eyes full of arrogance looking down on everything.

This was the Black Crow King who attacked the ship outside Bishi Mountain. It had already reached the Transformation Realm, but it had not transformed into a human form, still appearing in its original form.

It waited for two breaths before speaking again, "Do you think this King doesn't understand formations? Although this formation is wonderful, it's not something you can fully control. Now that you've revealed your whereabouts, you can't shrink back anymore! Come out!"

At this moment, a figure emerged from a certain stone pillar. This was an old man wearing a white robe, with deep-set eyes, a gloomy gaze, and a cloud of sorrow between his brows, as if he had encountered some unsolvable problem.

His aura was mysterious and difficult to discern, and sharp flames scattered from his body from time to time, forming a mysterious protective aura.

This was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He looked at the Black Crow King and asked in confusion, "Are you the Dark-Winged Crow King from Zhouyun Mountain?"

The Black Crow King glared at him, without speaking, but its arrogant expression revealed its attitude without a doubt.

The old man didn't care about its rudeness, but was just a little surprised, "Why did you enter Bishi Mountain? This place is extremely unfavorable to you!"

The Black Crow King let out a fierce screech, saying in an unkind tone, "This is my demon clan's territory, why can't this King come! Even if the spiritual power of heaven and earth is abnormal, what can you do to me!"

The old man shook his head, "It's not a question of whether or not I can do anything to you, but why did you appear here? Who leaked the news to you!"

"Gah, gah, gah, gah!" The Black Crow King laughed loudly, extremely pleased with itself, and after a long time, it said, "This King has its own methods. You humans, humph! There are plenty who are willing to sell information to this King for a little petty profit! I won't say I know your movements like the back of my hand, but at least I'm well-informed!"

The old man's brow furrowed even more deeply upon hearing this. He didn't seem satisfied with this answer, questioning, "I set up an ambush in Bishi Mountain, it's not like just anyone would know the news. Petty profits can't buy it! Who exactly told you?"

The Black Crow King sneered, "Why should this King say! It's better to make you humans suspect each other internally, and even better to incite conflict and kill each other, isn't it?"

A fierce light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said grimly, "Yu is entrusted by someone and has other important matters to attend to today. Otherwise, just based on your arrogant and conceited attitude, I would use the full power of the formation to suppress you here!"

The Black Crow King laughed again, "Come, come, let this King see what abilities you have to suppress this King!"

The old man said coldly, "Don't misjudge yourself! This formation of mine is a powerful spiritual treasure called Painting of Suppressed Mountains and Rivers. Although you resisted well just now and not a single thought was locked into the painting, a wisp of your aura was still captured within. Once I fully activate the formation, the painting will take you into it and suppress you. You will never get out until its spiritual energy is exhausted!"

The Black Crow turned its head to the side, staring straight at the old man with one eye, its eyes full of mockery, "Your surname is Yu? As far as this King knows, there are no Nascent Soul cultivators with your name in the Hengduan Mountains. You just came from outside the mountains, right? The Southern Domain, or the Central Domain? Who entrusted you? Which sect are you from? You actually dare to attack fellow human cultivators!"

A hint of displeasure appeared on the old man's face. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the thatched cottage where Zhang Yuanjing was, asking, "There are two other people here, and like you, they guarded their thoughts and were not drawn into the painting. The person I want to deal with is among these two. Are you here for one of them as well?"

The Black Crow King chuckled, "This King is only interested in human Nascent Souls. Are there any Nascent Soul cultivators among these two?"

The old man snorted softly, saying, "Only the power of the Nascent Soul level can withstand my Painting of Suppressed Mountains and Rivers. The people in these two houses are either Nascent Soul cultivators, or they possess powerful spiritual weapons that can rival Nascent Soul cultivators."

The Black Crow King said loudly, "That's great! This King loves Nascent Souls the most, and also loves rare treasures. I'm not afraid of having too many, only of not being able to find them!"

It spread its wings and gently flapped them, and two balls of black energy were generated, each shooting towards a thatched cottage.

"You two, what are you hiding in the thatched cottages for? Quickly come out for this King!"

The old man let it do as it pleased, without stopping it, only revealing a thoughtful look in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two thatched cottages fell down in response, revealing the two people inside. One of them was, of course, Zhang Yuanjing, who was fully prepared. The other was the Core Formation cultivator on the flying ship, wearing a bamboo hat, concealing his aura, who had mocked Hao Sanding.

At this moment, he held a long sword, standing on the top of the stone pillar, his entire aura condensed and unified, like a perilous peak rising from the ground. Even under the pressure of two Nascent Soul existences, he was still sharp and powerful.