Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The group quickly entered the northern passage of the cave, a winding hole without steps, seemingly spiraling upwards.

The stone figures maintained a constant, even pace within the hole, neither slowing nor accelerating, moving swiftly forward.

After about half a cup of tea's time, light finally appeared from above, and the group emerged from the hole into a golden hall about forty zhang long, twenty zhang wide, and over ten zhang high.

The hall contained eighteen large pillars carved from some kind of golden jade, depicting epic scenes of immortals lecturing, teaching techniques, feasting, concocting elixirs, subduing demons, and engaging in battles. At the top of each pillar, on all four sides, was a bronze-colored flying dragon, its head extended, with a bright pearl the size of an egg in its mouth. The hall's radiance emanated from these thirty-six large pearls.

On the north side of the hall were three rows of stone shelves, with thousands of empty slots, sparsely filled with a few hundred various spiritual artifacts. Each artifact was surrounded by a faint shimmering light, indicating the presence of a restriction.

On the right side of the hall's south end was a doorway, flanked by a dozen stone figures on each side. The nearby ground was littered with rubble, and two cultivators' corpses lay face-up.

Zhang Yuanjing carefully counted and found only thirty-seven stone figures here, excluding the two escorting Wu Yuankui. He surmised that the rubble on the ground was likely the remains of the other twenty-one stone figures. The two corpses, judging by their attire, were Tianmoyu cultivators, but he couldn't identify them.

Despite them being enemies, Zhang Yuanjing couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for their fate. Too many people had died to enter this mustard seed space and seize the so-called treasures within.

Was this the destiny of cultivators? The image of Qi Tianxiang's smiling face flashed through his mind, and Zhang Yuanjing suddenly felt a surge of resentment. Why was the Heavenly Dao so unfair, to take him away like that!

No, it wasn't the Heavenly Dao, nor Tianmoyu; the real culprit was the Hou Tu Sect, those few individuals. If they hadn't established the mustard seed space in Shumi Mountain, how could they have forced Xuantianzong into a desperate situation! If they hadn't set up a conspiracy to incite Tianmoyu's greed, how could it have led to the fall of Real Person Qi and the peril of Martial Brother Wu!

Stimulated by the scene before him, Zhang Yuanjing suddenly felt an intense and uncontrollable hatred for the three members of the Hou Tu Sect. He ignored all other reasons, focusing solely on the actions of the Hou Tu Sect, regarding them as the only true enemies, and a feeling of hatred was constantly accumulating in the depths of his heart.

Within him, something that had been dormant was awakened by his extreme emotions. It began to regain consciousness, constantly devouring the negative emotions, gradually acquiring a nimble aura.

On the north side of the hall was a doorway with a large door made of purple jade, depicting several spiritual herbs filled with pure energy, each of which was extraordinary. On either side of the door was a slot, one palm-shaped with the words 'Cultivation Method' written on it, and the other square with the words 'Token' written on it.

The Nascent Soul stone figure walked directly to the door, first pointing to the 'Cultivation Method' slot, and then turning to point at Wen Songnan.

Wen Songnan immediately understood its meaning and replied with a smile, "Then I will try first."

He stepped forward, relaxed, and placed his hand on the palm-shaped slot, then circulated the Hou Tu skill. An incomparably pure yellow spiritual power was slowly injected into the slot.

However, the expected change did not occur, and the purple jade door remained unresponsive.

Wen Songnan was slightly taken aback, and immediately increased the transmission of his magic power. The vast spiritual power accumulated in the Nascent Soul True Person's dantian surged out like a tide, rushing through his palm into the slot, into the jade door, wantonly traversing it with an imposing manner.

This time, the purple jade door finally showed some difference. Its luster brightened, as if plated with a layer of yellow light, warmly illuminating the area.

He smiled softly and looked back at the Nascent Soul stone figure, but it stood there woodenly, without speaking. Wen Songnan's expression froze, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. His cultivation method instantly changed, and the magic power in his dantian, like a giant wave at sea, with the fury of a storm, slammed into the jade door again.

The purple jade door seemed unable to withstand such devastation and began to vibrate violently, and three glittering golden stars lit up in the center of the door panel.

"Cultivation Method Trial, passed," the Nascent Soul stone figure said in a voice devoid of emotion.

Hearing this, Wen Songnan finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly interrupted his magic power, regulated his internal energy, retracted his hand, and turned to walk back behind the Nascent Soul stone figure.

He looked at Wen Zaidao and Wen Jinghe with a complex expression, feeling quite regretful in his heart. In his opinion, even he had almost exhausted his magic power to pass the trial, so the two of them would probably have to stop here. It was not easy to bring two direct descendants here, but they would miss out on the inheritance of the ancient Earth Sect because of a door, what a pity!

At this time, the Nascent Soul stone figure pointed to Wen Zaidao. Based on this calculation, the order of the trials was based on the cultivation level of the people present. Although this stone figure was powerful, it had no intelligence and only acted according to pre-programmed instructions.

From the moment Wen Songnan returned, Wen Zaidao had been watching his eyes, trying to get guidance from them. Therefore, he saw Wen Songnan's expression clearly and understood it completely.

He was already five hundred and fifty years old, and his lifespan was running out. If he wanted to ascend to the Nascent Soul realm in this life, his opportunity was only here. He knew that the True Person's judgment would not be wrong, but the unwillingness in his heart made him instantly drive all distracting thoughts out of his mind, and face the final challenge of his life with a state of emptiness.

Wen Zaidao strode to the jade door, reached out and pressed on the slot, and the magic power in his dantian poured out like a flood, repeatedly washing the beautiful purple jade door. A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour... his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, his whole body was as if washed in water, his body was trembling, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

Wen Songnan looked solemn, hesitating several times. He glanced at Wen Jinghe, who was watching Wen Zaidao nervously, his face even paler than Wen Zaidao's, and a slight look of fear was revealed in his eyes. He couldn't help but sigh secretly, knowing that he was still too young and his mind was not experienced enough, so he would probably not be able to pass this level.

At this time, Wen Zaidao was already exhausted, only relying on his indomitable will and unwilling wish, holding on to his last breath, succeeding or dying!

Perhaps it was God's pity, the purple jade door, which had been silent, suddenly began to vibrate, vibrating more and more violently, and soon three golden stars lit up in the center.

"Cultivation Method Trial, passed," the Nascent Soul stone figure said, still the same words, the same tone, without any change.

Hearing this, Wen Zaidao's mind relaxed, and his eyes went dark, and he slipped to the ground. Wen Songnan quickly walked over, took out a bright yellow pill from his storage ring, and mixed it with his magic power, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he picked him up and quickly walked back to his original position.

The Nascent Soul stone figure completely ignored this small episode, and mechanically pointed to Wen Jinghe. Wen Jinghe swallowed hard, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Wen Songnan couldn't help but say, "Don't think too much, just do your best!"

Wen Jinghe nodded stiffly, then took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and made himself a little more peaceful. After all, he was a Golden Core middle-stage cultivator, although he was a little younger, he had also cultivated for more than two hundred years, and the tempering of his mind still had a good foundation, so he was able to quickly clear away distracting thoughts, gather his mind, and keep the spiritual god in his Niwan Palace pure and undefiled.

However, his magic power was not as deep and long-lasting as Wen Zaidao's, and he did not have the determination to fight to the death. After exhausting his magic power, seeing that the purple jade door was unresponsive, he stopped the transmission of magic power early, retracted his hand, and returned.

Wen Songnan did not blame him, but signaled him to stand behind him, in case the stone figure would use any means of punishment.

"Cultivation Method Trial, failed," the Nascent Soul stone figure announced coldly, and then pointed to Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing had already seen clearly that even a Golden Core cultivator like Wen Jinghe had failed and returned, so he would definitely have no chance of success. However, his heart was filled with hatred for the three members of the Wen Songnan family, so how could he give up and let his enemies laugh at him. With a spirit of not admitting defeat, he firmly stepped towards the purple jade door.

Standing in front of the door, before he could do anything, the Hou Tu power in his dantian began to stir, as if the situation of pushing him forward in the Void Demon World was about to appear again.

However, this time, the Hou Tu power quickly subsided, but the signal they transmitted was clear, that is, what they craved was behind this purple jade door.

So, he regulated his breathing, raised his left hand and gently pressed it on the slot, and the Hou Tu Transformation Skill was immediately activated, and a wisp of Hou Tu power was ejected from his palm, directly into the palm print.

This wisp of Hou Tu power was like a mud cow entering the sea, completely swallowed by the jade door. Another wisp of magic power was injected, but it still sank without a trace, without causing any movement. He was unmoved, without joy or sorrow, wholeheartedly urging the Hou Tu Transformation Skill, continuously inputting wisps of Hou Tu power into the slot.

Although his Hou Tu power was majestic and pure, he was only in the Foundation Establishment realm after all. After only a quarter of an hour, the magic power in his dantian was almost exhausted. He did not let go, but still勉力 supported himself, and after another twenty breaths, his magic power was exhausted, and he only felt his body weak and difficult to support.

The purple jade door, like a sleeping behemoth, stood in front of him, without any sign of awakening.

Zhang Yuanjing gritted his teeth, touched his storage bag, took out the Kushen grass, and began to practice the Hou Tu Transformation Skill.

Seeing him take out the spiritual grass, Wen Songnan thought he was going to replenish his magic power, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, revealing a disdainful expression. But, to his surprise, the Nascent Soul stone figure did not stop him, but stood there motionlessly, without any movement.

On the other hand, Wen Jinghe, seeing this scene, couldn't help but stare at Zhang Yuanjing in annoyance, scolding the rascal in his heart!

Zhang Yuanjing closed his eyes and practiced, holding the stem of the Kushen grass in one hand and pressing it on the jade door palm print in the other hand, with no distracting thoughts, wholeheartedly connecting, the Hou Tu power traveled back and forth between the spiritual grass, meridians, dantian, and slot. The old Hou Tu power sank into the jade door, and new Hou Tu power was constantly generated. Although there was a lack of strong impact, this infusion of magic power was always continuous.

Thus, an hour, two hours, half a day, a whole day... the purple jade door remained silent as usual, but Zhang Yuanjing did not give up.

Wen Songnan impatiently questioned the Nascent Soul stone figure several times, but the stone figure ignored him.

At this time, the most tormented was not Zhang Yuanjing, nor Wen Songnan, but Wen Jinghe. He regretted his easy abandonment, and deep down he had serious doubts about his mind and beliefs.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and the Tianmoyu cultivators who occupied the first hall launched another attack, which was repelled by the joint efforts of more than thirty stone figures. This time, the Tianmoyu cultivators suffered no losses, and three more stone figures were smashed by Ling Xiao.

The purple jade door, under Zhang Yuanjing's persevering infusion of magic power, finally changed. The original dark purple was covered with a faint layer of Xuanhuang color.

This change was very subtle, but for Zhang Yuanjing, who was wholeheartedly focused on it, it was like a full moon in the night sky, extremely bright.

His confidence increased greatly, his skill operation became more smooth and free, and his Hou Tu power became stronger.

Finally, hard work paid off, and the purple jade door finally lit up with golden stars, starting with three, then turning into four, and finally five.

"Cultivation Method Trial, passed. Excellent!" The Nascent Soul stone figure mechanically announced, its tone still calm, but the evaluation result had two more words than Wen Songnan and Wen Zaidao - "Excellent".