Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

At the peak of a giant mountain, Zhang Yuanjing stood on a precipice, gazing into the distance. Distant mountains stretched endlessly, the forests rustled, and occasionally, demonic beasts soared through the clouds while sword light crisscrossed beneath the scorching sun.

This Hengduan Mountain seemed somewhat different than before.

That day, heavenly lightning descended violently, and the six yang energies shattered. This signified the rise of天地spiritual energy to its peak, triggering successive opportunities everywhere. Therefore, if there were earth-grade spiritual objects in the mountains, they must have already been born in response to this event. Perhaps they had already been taken, or perhaps they were still hidden somewhere. Regardless of the former or the latter, the struggles within the mountains would undoubtedly be more intense. This struggle was not only between the human and demon races but also within the human or demon races themselves. Besides these, creatures like spirits and monsters, if they were present, would certainly participate. With such a great opportunity, who would obtain it?

Zhang Yuanjing retracted his wandering thoughts and steered his flying sword towards a slope at the foot of the mountain. At this time, seeking opportunities elsewhere was too dangerous.

He had already made up his mind to cultivate here for several years. Once the opportunity to advance to the Transformation God stage had settled, and the mountains had returned to peace, he would then set off to return to the First Demon Suppression City.

Landing on this lush, spirit-rich hillside, he cast an earth遁escape technique and descended deep into the ground.

Zhang Shi had fallen into a deep sleep after swallowing the wood core of that Transformation Realm monster. The Source Stone could still be used to assist in casting small earth-based spells, but it was ultimately inconvenient. Therefore, he only descended to a depth of over five hundred zhang before stopping.

He tunneled around the area several times, found a rock stratum, bypassed it from below, and dug out a cave, dividing it into two chambers. He set up simple defenses, one chamber for Ape Thirteen to cultivate in, and one for his own use.

He first sat in meditation to recuperate. Several days later, he took out that golden stone. Holding this object in his hand, it weighed only a few hundred jin, no longer as heavy as before.

Sensing it carefully with his divine sense, the stone was indeed as Zhang San had described: a ball of vigorous spiritual energy. The "mountain"-like appearance was merely the shape it had given itself; its inner essence was spiritual energy, extremely pure spiritual energy.

He placed one hand on a peak of the "mountain" character and channeled the power of thick earth into it. The spiritual energy did not reject it; on the contrary, it was quite receptive.

Half an hour later, he withdrew the power of thick earth and lowered his head in thought. After a long while, he finally took out two spiritual plants from his storage bracelet: one was the Heavenly Fire Flowing Gold Grass, and the other was the Lapis Lazuli Wood. Both were materials for refining the Molten Gold Tempering Pill.

The pills he had refined last time had already been consumed. Now that he was about to enter the Great Perfection stage, this pill was crucial.

He went over all the matters of cultivation in his mind, ensuring that nothing was missed. Then, he consumed the black mud-like substance and the Yin Lightning Fruit and began to circulate his energy and practice his skills.

Once the Yin Lightning Fruit had completely dissolved and the Yin Lightning power had cleansed his meridians and bones, he reached out and grasped a corner of the golden stone. With a gentle guidance of the power of thick earth, a torrent of spiritual energy, like a vast river, rushed into his body.

"Huala huala" sounds emerged from all parts of his body, like sweet rain flowing over parched fields, instantly bringing forth vitality. Streams of pure earth power rose from all directions, traveling with the power of thick earth, going to and from the spiritual plants, then igniting and exploding into new power of thick earth within his meridians, returning to his dantian, and swirling around that golden pill, generating profound and obscure Dao rhythms.

He circulated his energy, one cycle after another, in a state of utter bliss. After an unknown period, at a certain moment, the circulation of his magic power stopped on its own. His expression flickered, and he opened his eyes, which shone with divine light, like stars, completely awakening from his meditative state.

At this moment, his magic power had reached the pinnacle of his realm, with no further room for improvement. However, his cultivation had not yet reached Great Perfection. He was only separated from that realm by a thread, but it was still the difference of a small realm. If he could not cross it, it would be a chasm.

He lifted the Heavenly Fire Flowing Gold Grass and the Lapis Lazuli Wood in front of him to take a look. The former was already mature, while the latter still needed time. However, the Lapis Lazuli Wood was a plant, and once mature, it would produce a bountiful yield. The Lapis Lazuli Wood he had cultivated last time still had remnants, enough to refine several batches of pills.

He put away the two spiritual objects, took out the Firm Breaking Axe, expanded the cave, and dug out a pill refining room.

In this Hengduan Mountain, being outside was somewhat dangerous. Especially this Molten Gold Tempering Pill, with its extraordinary origins, was an extremely precious medicine for the Monster Core Realm. If it were smelled by a demon beast, it would inevitably delay the pill refinement.

Once the pill refining room was set up, he took out the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace (replica). He did not consume the Crimson Cloud Pill, but only stimulated it with the power of thick earth. The two fires were very stable and could be controlled at will, far stronger than before. The Taiyi Harmony Powder given by the old Daoist was truly extraordinary; this might be precisely the thing that matched the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanjing immediately shook his head, setting the matter aside. Whether it was the old Daoist or the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace, unless there was really no other way, he would never seek them out again.

Once the fire was up, he began to refine the pills. Due to the improvement in his fire control ability, the yield this time was more than twice that of the last time, totaling eighty-three pills, of which seventy were low-grade pills and thirteen were mid-grade pills. This was not only enough for his own use, but even including the two spiritual beasts, it would be more than enough.

He gave twenty low-grade pills to Ape Thirteen, letting it go to cultivate on its own. He himself rested for several days before beginning to refine the Molten Gold Tempering Pill.

The strength of this pill lay primarily not in providing a large amount of pure spiritual power, but in generating a kind of forging power to temper the Golden Core, removing impurities and making it tend towards perfection.

Its effect was somewhat similar to that of the black mud-like substance.

Of course, there were also risks when forging the Golden Core. The existence of the Golden Core was the foundation of a Core Formation cultivator. If it was damaged, all of one's cultivation would be wasted. Therefore, forging the Golden Core had always been the most difficult. Many cultivators were stuck in the late stage of Core Formation, stagnating for hundreds of years, unable to reach the state of perfection, precisely because it was not easy to temper the Golden Core without damaging it. Some cultivators were timid and lost their ambition, causing their cultivation to stagnate. Others were too reckless, trying to achieve success too quickly.

The peculiarity of the Molten Gold Tempering Pill lay in its ability to perfectly solve this problem. Even in the middle stage of Core Formation, it could be consumed, but refining it was quite slow and required careful effort.

At this time, Zhang Yuanjing's cultivation had reached the limit of the late stage of Core Formation. He himself had tempered his bones with the Sky Piercing Art and refined his meridians with the Yin Lightning Fruit. Refining this pill was exceptionally smooth.

Several years later, when he refined the tenth mid-grade Molten Gold Tempering Pill, the pill that had been tempered in his dantian suddenly shone with golden light. Layers of light radiated outward, the color changing from dark to light, then from light to dark, repeating nine times before stopping.

He inspected internally with his divine sense, seeing a perfect, flawless, and immaculate dark golden pill suspended in the center of his dantian. Its surface had runes containing the profound meaning of the cultivation method faintly visible, and around it, rain-like spiritual energy swirled, and below it was a pool of magic power like golden liquid, shimmering, presenting a vibrant and flowing scene of the Great Dao.

In an instant, a feeling of the universe revolving, all things pursuing, and I myself being self-sufficient, not seeking anything externally, surged into his heart, as if he had reached the end of the Great Dao, with no path ahead.

At this point, he understood in his heart that he had broken through to the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage. And at this time, it had been less than a hundred years since he broke through to the Core Formation stage. This achievement was almost comparable to that of Senior Brother Yuan Kui.