Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

He pondered for a moment, then took out the Primal Stone again, channeling earth power to create an earthen hill.

"Master, are we going to fight a powerful enemy?" Zhang Shi asked timidly, sensing something ominous.

Zhang Yuanjing reassured him, "Zhang Shi, there's no need to worry. I'm just drawing on the polarized earth power near the thundercloud as a precaution. Besides, even if lightning strikes, it will only benefit you. You swallowed that golden strange stone, but haven't completely refined it yet, right? Guiding lightning into your body will help you integrate that stone as quickly as possible."

Zhang Shi knew that Zhang Yuanjing was right, but as a spirit of an artifact, he was naturally afraid of heavenly lightning, even more so than demonic beasts. So, he responded with a trembling voice.

Zhang Yuanjing held the earthen hill in one hand and summoned the painting scroll with the other. The peculiarity of this painting scroll lay in its ability to extract earth power from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, only absorbing earth power. Of course, this process was exceptionally slow. If it were left to absorb on its own, it would take hundreds of years to be of any use.

At this moment, the cave ceiling already contained single-attribute earth spiritual energy. As soon as the painting scroll appeared, it began to automatically draw the earth power from above, absorbing it into its internal space.

The thundercloud was originally a balance of the five elements restraining each other. With the reduction of earth energy, it immediately became turbulent. As a result, the thundercloud also changed color, as if dark clouds were gathering, layer upon layer, with lightning converging into one, looking as if it was about to strike down.

Zhang Yuanjing was startled, feeling that the thundercloud seemed to have a will, with a noticeable increase in malice. However, the painting scroll was already absorbing earth power in a gluttonous manner, and it was too late to stop it.

"Boom!"

A thick bolt of black lightning struck down, smashing the ten-zhang earthen hill into scattered pieces, and the Primal Stone shrank into a foot-long ball, shivering.

Zhang Yuanjing had no choice but to release the Yang Refining Umbrella.

Since the Yang Refining Umbrella had benefited from the lightning tribulation last time, it was no longer afraid of lightning strikes. It opened its surface, catching all the remaining power of the heavenly lightning, and then guided it into its body, completely dissolving the heavenly lightning.

The thundercloud above the cave was just a small cloud to begin with, and after constant consumption, there was no danger for the time being. Zhang Yuanjing seized the opportunity to activate the painting scroll, absorbing all the gathered earth power above, and then, regardless of the conflict between the remaining four-attribute polarized spiritual energies, he quickly burrowed into the earth, heading towards the lower belly of the gourd cave.

Passing through the connecting point, near the opening at the bottom of the gourd cave, Zhang Yuanjing emerged from the ground.

In an instant, several dark shadows pounced over.

Zhang Yuanjing released the Yang Refining Umbrella, using its dark domain to trap these alien demons, and then used the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace to capture and imprison them.

This place was where the spiritual realm of heaven and earth connected with the endless void, and there were many void alien demons. Especially the alien demons outside the cave, smelling the aura of cultivators, were like wild beasts smelling blood, swarming in.

Zhang Yuanjing was not surprised but delighted. Using the Yang Refining Umbrella and the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace in combination, he accepted all who came, capturing as many as he could. After sweeping the area clean, he then used the Yin and Yang flames to refine the demons, obtaining a large piece of Void Sky Stone.

He emerged from the opening, and a strong aura of nothingness washed over him, as if a cold wind was blowing, making him feel cold all over.

The scene outside the cave was the same as he had seen last time, with scattered rocks piled up or standing alone, the whole resembling a funnel inserted into the cave entrance. Ahead was dense darkness and boundless space.

Among the rocks, fragments of golden iron and strange stone objects floated, and the ruined palace still lay upside down beneath several giant rocks.

Above it, the broken large hole, like a bottomless abyss, continuously swallowed the aura of nothingness.

His pupils shrank. This was completely different from the last time he came. At that time, the aura of nothingness only floated at the entrance of the cave, and there were also many powerful alien demons wandering here, but none of them could enter.

This time, the aura of nothingness poured in unhindered, and the alien demons seemed to have entered the ruined palace as well.

"Zhang Umbrella, are there any powerful alien demons in the surrounding void?"

"Reporting, Master, I haven't detected any. However, in this void, Zhang Umbrella's spiritual sense is not very useful. I'm afraid I won't be able to sense anything beyond thirty or fifty miles."

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Yuanjing pondered for a moment, "What about inside that ruined palace? Are there any powerful alien demons?"

"Master, there are many restrictions within that ruined palace, and Zhang Umbrella cannot sense them."

"Restrictions? It's already broken down to such a state, and the restrictions can still function? Truly amazing!" Zhang Yuanjing exclaimed, "Let's go, we'll go over and take a look."

He spread his mana around his body to resist the increasingly strong power of nothingness, took a step into the air, and swept towards the ruined palace.

This palace was not large, only about three zhang high and a dozen zhang in circumference. Although the materials used were peculiar, they were not thick or heavy. It was quite remarkable that it could withstand the erosion of the aura of nothingness for more than a hundred years.

Within the broken hole, the yin wind howled, like the open mouth of a giant beast.

Zhang Yuanjing released the Yang Refining Umbrella, protecting his head, and held the Evil Thunder Bamboo in his hand, floating down into the palace.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of strong wind blew, as cold as ice.

What he saw was a north-south passage, built on the outermost side of this palace, with wooden doors at both ends. The wooden door to the north was tightly closed, while the door to the south had opened a gap of about an inch. The cold wind was coming from this gap, blowing towards the opening.

On both sides of the passage were stone walls. When he reached out and knocked on them, they sounded hollow, indicating that there were empty spaces inside the walls.

He circulated his mana in both hands and pushed hard, but the stone wall did not move. He then released the Primal Stone, using it as a fist, and punched the stone wall hard.

"Bang!"

The stone wall trembled, but it was not damaged. Instead, it rebounded a huge force, causing Zhang Yuanjing's arm to ache.

Zhang Yuanjing shook his head, knowing that it was impossible to directly demolish the palace by force, so he turned around and walked back to the wooden door on the south side that had opened a crack.

The cold wind was still blowing out from it, without pushing the door open even a fraction of an inch further.

Zhang Yuanjing released his divine sense, extending it inward from the gap. Behind the door was a small room about ten feet square, with several sets of tables and chairs, but they were all dilapidated. In the northeast corner of the room, there was a portal, obscured by some kind of restriction, preventing divine sense from penetrating it.

Zhang Umbrella also did not find any traces of alien demons, but it also could not sense the situation inside the portal.

Zhang Yuanjing then accumulated mana in his palm and pressed it against the door. The wooden door was like a dead wall, not moving at all.

He then released the Primal Stone and used it to ram the door. This was effective. In just a few strikes, the door was opened by more than a foot, and Zhang Yuanjing slipped into the small room.

This place was not worth seeing, so he went straight to the portal.

This was also a wooden door, deep red in color, with a rough texture. In the middle, there were two rows of peculiar runes engraved, their shapes very complex, with flashes of light from time to time.

"Strange, if the space inside this room is sealed, where does the cold wind come from?" Zhang Yuanjing used his divine sense to check every part of the room, but did not find any cracks or holes.

Moreover, since entering this room, the cold wind had disappeared. The room was clearly much warmer than the outside.

He pondered for a moment, then went out the way he came, standing in front of the wooden door that he had previously opened.

After a moment, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and the cold wind reappeared, blowing on his body.

This time, he clearly felt that the wind was not blowing out of the room, but originated from the wooden door in front of him.