Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Zhang Shi dared not utter another word, silently enduring the increasingly heavy spiritual pressure.

Zhang Yuanjing, with his mind linked to it, was naturally fully aware of its feelings. This spiritual power was indeed very different; its title "Suppressing Origin" was certainly worthy of the word "Suppressing." This "Suppressing" didn't rely on the distinction of ranks, nor on the restraint of attributes, and not even solely on the amount, but on gravity. Being spiritual power, this kind was much heavier than ordinary spiritual power of the world, so once it covered the body, it would exert extremely strong pressure on the cultivator's magic power or the demon beast's demon power. In minor cases, the magic power or demon power would not circulate smoothly; in severe cases, the meridians would be damaged and the dantian would crack.

Although the Origin Stone was a stone, it also had meridians and a qi sea similar to a dantian, where its power of thick earth was stored. The more of this kind of mutated spiritual power it encircled, the greater the pressure it would endure within its body.

This situation was similar to the water mist in the Pure Heaven Palace. However, the principles contained within were completely different. The water mist used the repeated changes of spiritual power to absorb the aura of foreign objects, so that it would not be detected by divine sense. This mutated spiritual power, on the other hand, had obviously undergone changes in its internal structure.

He really wanted to comprehend the principles within. If he could gain something, it would be very helpful to improve and enhance his power of thick earth. Especially the art of Covering Earth to Form Mountains, its power would be greatly increased.

However, as the mutated spiritual power surging up from all around continued to increase, Zhang Shi had indeed reached its limit.

Before he could find a solution, he led the Origin Stone to sink into the ground together.

His speed was very slow. Using the enormous gravity on the Origin Stone, he used the Mountain Moving Art and the Earth Splitting Art to blast open cracks in the ground, leading the gathered mutated spiritual energy to sink into the ground together.

At a depth of a thousand feet underground, the mutated spiritual power on the ground was still rolling like sea waves, showing no sign of weakening. Although Zhang Yuanjing couldn't see the other two cauldrons, he could guess that such a scale of power must be the result of the three cauldrons working together.

He continued to fall into the ground, but began to move sideways to avoid going straight down, lest the mutated spiritual power press down all at once, which he couldn't withstand.

Thus, until he reached more than three thousand feet, the mutated spiritual power surging from the ground began to decrease significantly. After another five hundred feet, the three cauldrons finally stopped releasing mutated spiritual power.

At this time, although the Origin Stone above him was only thirty feet in size, its gravity had already exceeded that of a mountain of a hundred feet by a lot.

Carrying this stone, he was naturally unable to use the Earth Escape Art, so he could only use the Earth Splitting Art to open the way upwards, while trying to crack the earth and rocks on both sides as much as possible, so that when the mutated spiritual power followed, it would collapse due to its pressure. In this way, after several collapses of earth and rocks, the hole below could be blocked to prevent more mutated spiritual power from chasing after him.

After a lot of effort, Zhang Yuanjing finally climbed to the ground, with less than half of his magic power remaining.

He carried the large stone with all his might, step by step towards the road made of jade.

The power generated by the three cauldrons had all been used up. Entering the cauldron at this time was the way to break the situation.

When he stepped onto the jade road, the mutated spiritual power behind him stopped and did not chase him anymore.

The gate of the large cauldron in front was wide open, with blue and white colors flickering inside. The gate, which was only half a zhang high when viewed from a distance, became larger and larger as it got closer. Under the gate, it was as high as a hundred zhang and sixty or seventy zhang wide.

Zhang Yuanjing carried the Origin Stone and walked into the cauldron.

What came into view was a huge palace room, three to four hundred zhang in circumference.

The dome was covered with bright lamps, as big as lanterns, some close to the roof, some hanging down with colorful ribbons, and some strung together with chains. The lampshades were painted with colorful patterns. From a distance, they were scattered high and low, as bright as brocade stars. The light of the lamps was either blue or white, and the two intertwined and changed, like a dream.

There were a hundred and eight large stone pillars in the hall, which six or seven people could hug. They connected to the dome above and entered the ground below, exposing a hundred zhang above the ground. They were either engraved with strange patterns, or written with some kind of text, or carved with divine beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, turtles, and pengs. There seemed to be some kind of principle hidden within, but it was very mysterious. Looking at them a few more times would make people feel dizzy.

In the center of the hall was a ten-zhang-square altar, on which floated a long spear. Countless knives, spears, halberds, and arrows were piled on the altar, each emitting a powerful aura, at least a low-grade spiritual treasure. On the other hand, that long spear was unremarkable, with a dim luster, as if it had been ravaged by countless years and had long lost its original appearance.

Around the altar were five small halls. These five halls were very peculiar, sometimes solid and sometimes illusory. When they were illusory, the arrangement in the halls could be seen clearly. On the inner walls of each hall, there were flashes of light and shadow, namely gold, green, black, red, and yellow, mostly corresponding to the five elements. On the ground in the halls, there were golden knives, large wood, raging fire, water columns, sand piles, and the like, each arranged in formations, scattered like stars, intricate and complex, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.

However, in this hall, what made Zhang Yuanjing unable to take his eyes off as soon as he entered the hall was a wordless stone tablet, which was only seven feet high, as wide as a person, black, rough, old, and even a little damaged.

"Master, it's, it's the Intercepting Void Tablet!" Zhang San's voice was tense and also carried some fear and unwillingness.

"I know!" Zhang Yuanjing replied with his divine sense.

This tablet was inconspicuous, but for him who had cultivated the Primordial Spirit, it was as hot and bright as the sun.

"You say, 'Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs.' How should this sentence be interpreted?" A cold voice came from the tablet, slightly warmer than the last time he heard it.

Zhang Yuanjing immediately remembered the fan given by the knight in white during the second trial, which only had the first half of the sentence written on it. This might mean that to understand this sentence, one should start with the first half.

"Senior, what do you think is heaven and earth?" Zhang Yuanjing did not answer immediately, but asked a question first.

"This is me asking you. What do you think heaven and earth are, just say what they are?" This sentence was very cold, without any warmth.

Zhang Yuanjing's expression was stern, knowing that he could not take chances. So he pondered for a moment and slowly said, "What this sentence refers to is nothing more than sentient and sentient. The way of heaven is constant, not for human prosperity, nor for human decline, but only operates according to its own principles. Human cultivation is based on understanding the great way. If one wants to achieve the way, one must act according to the way. In this way, cultivation is approaching the way, and finally like the great way, 'ruthless.' However, this junior believes that this is not the correct solution. Why? Because people are people after all, and can never become the way. The way is not the end of what is sought, but only the resources for climbing. The foundation of human cultivation lies in the word 'defying heaven'! What is defying? Defying is resistance. Cultivation is to control the great way, to make it for my use, not to cultivate 'me' away. If I am no longer 'me', what is the use of that way. Therefore, this junior believes that the sentence 'Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs' is telling the cultivators of the world that only by transforming the great way for one's own use is the true way out for cultivation."

The Intercepting Void Tablet was silent for a long time before faintly asking, "If it is as you say, wouldn't we tool spirits only be able to be tool spirits forever, and not be able to achieve the way?"

Zhang Yuanjing said in a deep voice, "Without the will and emotions of humans, tool spirits can only become the way, but cannot transform the way!"

"You are a human cultivator, so naturally you hold this idea. I firmly believe that tool spirits can achieve the way!" The Intercepting Void Tablet snorted coldly, "The Five Elements Palace is your last test. If you pass it, you will naturally see the guy you want to see!"