Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Zhang Xuan felt dizzy and his whole body was torn apart uncontrollably.

After a few breaths, he stopped.

Zhang Xuan shook his head, regained his clarity, and got off the teleportation array.

This time, Zhang Xuan felt that it was farther than the last time he teleported from Saibian City to the Bone Desert Battlefield, at least a million miles away.

"I'll take you to see my son." Fan Zhiyi said respectfully.

"Thank you, Master Fan."

Fan Zhiyi drove the flying boat and carried a few people forward.

On the flying boat, Zhang Xuan was stunned by the vastness and prosperity of Tianmo City.

I saw hundreds of feet high buildings in Tianmo City rising from the ground and piercing the sky.

There is also a third-level spiritual vein in the city.

The spiritual energy is so rich that it can hardly be dispersed.

Compared with Xianmao Valley, it is really a world of difference.

Zhang Xuan believes that even if he does nothing in Tianmo City, he will make faster progress than sitting and practicing in Xianmao Valley.

What was even more shocking was that in the inner city of Tianmo City, a long river was like a giant python, traversing the entire Tianmo City.

On the long river, tall ships were drifting, brightly lit.

On both sides of the long river, there were shops selling all kinds of rare spiritual materials.

"This... this Tianmo City is too prosperous!" Zhang Xuan was shocked.

He had never seen such a glorious and gorgeous city.

"That is the Demon Abyss River. Tianmo City was built on the site of the old Demon City. Thousands of years ago, the Demon City had a Yuanying master sitting in it, and it was a hundred times more prosperous than it is now. Unfortunately, the forces have changed, and now Tianmo City has become an ordinary force under the jurisdiction of Beichen Cave." Fan Zhiyi's voice was flat.

However, Zhang Xuan more or less felt a trace of regret and unwillingness from the other party.

Tianmo City is vast.

Further ahead, dozens of peaks rose from the ground.

"The peak in front is the Thousand Demon Peak, and the Holy Son is here." Fan Zhiyi pointed to a tall mountain and said.

Zhang Xuan saw a mountain several thousand feet high, like an axe carving a knife chisel.

The flying boat soared straight up and reached the highest point of Qianmo Peak.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhang Xuan, you are finally here, I missed you so much!" Mo Ke's hearty laughter came from the top of Qianmo Peak.

Zhang Xuan jumped off the flying boat and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Mo Ke, long time no see."

"Let's go, take you to a good place, we won't return until we are drunk!"

Mo Ke waved his hand, and a huge innate Dao mark appeared.

Mo Ke and Zhang Xuan floated in the shadow of a long river and drifted away.

"Brother Mo Ke, where are you taking me? My people are waiting at Qianmo Peak."

"Don't worry, don't worry, Master Fan will entertain them, are you still worried? Take you to a good place and experience the style of my Tianmo City."

After a while, they arrived above the Demon Abyss River.

On the Demon Abyss River, tall buildings and ships came one after another.

Mo Ke brought Zhang Xuan to a most luxurious building ship, and saw three big characters written on the top of the building ship - Hongxiu Zhao.

"Brother Mo Ke, where is this place?"

"The building is full of wonderful dances, and the clouds and rain are half-silk clothes. Brother Zhang Xuan, this is a good place."

"We are about to enter the Heavenly Demon Abyss. Now we should practice hard and prepare. How can we waste time in such a place?"

"Can't we practice hard here?" Mo Ke said with a smile.

At this time, a group of cultivators saw Mo Ke in white clothes and appeared in Hongxiu Zhao. They were very respectful and clasped their fists and said, "Meet the Holy Son."

"Everyone, have fun. Don't let me spoil your fun." Mo Ke greeted.

Mo Ke's white clothes are whiter than snow, and he has a kind of unrestrained and free-spiritedness among the crowd.

The female cultivators of Hongxiu Zhao also leaned on the windows one by one to see the style of the Holy Son.

At this time, an old woman in gorgeous clothes walked over quickly.

"Oh, I heard the magpie calling in the morning. It turned out that the Holy Son came. The Holy Son's brilliance and light made my red sleeves brighter." The old woman looked flattering.

"Mother Wang, is the courtesan Yueyao Fairy here? My brother said he wants to practice hard here with you."

"Practice hard..." The female cultivators around smiled coquettishly.

Zhang Xuan felt uncomfortable in such a place.

He was just a spiritual farmer in his early years. Later, he rose to prominence and spent his whole life in hard practice. He had never seen such a scene.

When Mother Wang heard that the Holy Son specifically asked for Fairy Yueyao, she said in embarrassment: "Holy Son, you know Fairy Yueyao's temper. When she's in a good mood, she comes over to play a song. When she's in a bad mood, even I, an old lady, can't do anything to her."

"What's wrong? Fairy Yueyao is in a bad mood? Who offended our courtesan?"

"Isn't the Demonic Abyss about to open? Fairy Yueyao insisted on going in, but was directly rejected by the Great Elder of Zhangquan Peak. Now she's still in a bad mood."

"You just want to go to the Demonic Abyss. I'll go and ask Elder Wu for permission. It's approved."

"If the Holy Son can pass a message to Elder Wu, then our Yueyao will get what she wants this time. I'll tell Yueyao the good news right away."

Mother Wang returned to the attic and soon came with a beautiful female cultivator.

"Fairy Yueyao..."

A group of male cultivators came to watch.

Zhang Xuan looked over and was also shocked.

"Golden Core Cultivation..."

Fairy Yueyao turned out to be a Golden Core Cultivator.

I saw her black hair hanging down to her waist, with a straight waist, a red belt tied around her waist, and a beautiful face with a hint of enchantment.

Especially her hands, with slender fingertips, swaying with infinite grace.

At this time, Mo Ke handed a handkerchief to Zhang Xuan.

"What for?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

"Wipe the drool from your mouth."

"Boring!" Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes at him, but his hand still wiped the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Fairy Yueyao walked slowly to the front of the Holy Son.

Yueyao was dressed in red, and her light was charming.

Mo Ke was dressed in white, and he looked elegant.

A gust of wind blew.

The two people's clothes fluttered, and their skirts fluttered.

The two young geniuses stood opposite each other, like a perfect couple.

This scene was picturesque, but unfortunately there was a Zhang Xuan between them.

The cultivators saw that this cultivator between the two geniuses was only at the initial stage of body refining and foundation building. He was bent over and hunched over, looking embarrassed, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Who is that man?"

"Where did this guy come from?"

"I heard the Holy Son call him brother."

"He? Is he worthy of being called a brother by the Holy Son? He is too far away."

...

Zhang Xuan felt a wave of malice coming from all around.

He felt as if he was stripped naked and roasted on a fire.

"Fairy Yueyao, my brother wants to practice with you. Do you have time?" Mo Ke asked, putting his arm around Zhang Xuan's shoulder.

"That's not what I meant!" Zhang Xuan felt a nameless anger in his heart.

If he had known, he would not have come out with Mo Ke.

Fairy Yueyao was glittering with jewels and looked at Zhang Xuan, her eyes moving.

"Is this your first time?" Yueyao asked with her red lips slightly parted.