Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator

Indeed, that was the master of the Sun Palace.

Mankind might be able to hold out against the Dark Races, but they could do nothing but fear while facing the Wuji Arena or the Sun Palace.

Mankind had tried to challenge these forces, but to no avail.

There had been a powerful Golden Core Cultivator who stepped up, but was crushed by an ordinary cultivator from the Sun Palace. Worse, the Sun Palace’s cultivator had uprooted the nation that supported the Golden Core Cultivator, slaughtering millions of innocent lives.

Time had changed and the power of a Golden Core Cultivator was nowhere near what it was then. However, the members from the cultivation sacred ground still possessed terrifying might.

The nations on Earth turned into bundles of nerves.

Since then, no one dared to challenge the sacred ground. Meanwhile, any of their disciples paid a visit would receive a grand treatment, as if dealing with the Lord Emperor of the world.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that those sacred grounds elicited more respect than even the North Qiong Sect.

Many people believed that they could easily take over the Earth.

“Indeed. Chen Beixuan’s biggest mistake was to challenge the Sun Palace. Lord Xin was one thing, but the Sun Palace is another. It is more powerful than the North Mystic Sect. ”

Many people lamented on the internet.

By then, the encrypted forum of the CIA had become the gathering place of cultivators on Earth. Each and every user on the forum had to be verified in real life as a cultivator.

Cultivators from all over the world discussed in the digital public space about Chen Fan’s exact level of power.

Ever since the Great Change that ushered in the age of cultivation, the CIA and many other cultivation organizations had worked together to roll out a level system.

In this new system, cultivators were categorized into four levels: A,B,C, D. D level cultivators were ordinary martial artists, C were of Foundation Establishment level, B were the Ethereal Enlightenment, and A level consisted only the Divine Sea level cultivators.

Above level A was the S-Level which consisted of Connate Overlords.

The Golden Core Cultivators were classified as X-level. There were only a handful of individuals qualified for this level and each of them was a mighty dominator in their homeland.

On the forum, everyone debated whether Chen Fan belonged to level S or X.

The leader of the Dragon Blood Family from Northern Europe offered, “It would be hard to say. He killed Anubis, the God of Death and destroyed an entire Mayan fleet before he disappeared. He has to be a Golden Core Cultivator.”

“Hehe, what makes you think that he was able to maintain his level of attainment? I doubt he possesses the true might of a Golden Core Cultivator. ” A japanese overlord snorted.

“Just so! Chen Beixuan disappeared right before the golden era of cultivation on Earth. Even if he is of a Golden Core level, he must have barely reached it. He’s definitely below Ye Nantian and Old dragon,” a Chinese cultivator said.

Many people agreed with him.

Chen Fan had disappeared for ten years. No one thought that the bleak space would have harbored any better environment for cultivation than modern earth. Therefore, Chen Fan’s progress was surely much slower than the cultivators on Earth, such as Ye Nantian. Even Ye Nantian was still stuck at the early-stage of Golden Core level.

“What a pity. Chen Beixuan was ahead of his time, but now others caught up to him. If he would have stayed on earth, he might have already broken through to the Golden Core level,” many people exclaimed.

Such sentiment was shared by many others.

“Perfected Cultivator Chen really missed out.”

“Indeed. Perfected Cultivator Chen would have reached the peak of Golden Core if he had stayed on earth back then.”

“We would never fear the Dark Race or the Sacred grounds if we could produce another Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord.”

Many leaders on Earth lamented.

Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords were very close to the Golden Core level breakthrough. They had the ability to grasp the Dharma Law that governed the universe. They could shatter a realm by lifting a finger and live for more than ten thousand years. Each and every Dark Race or the Sacred ground was backed by a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord.

If Chen Fan could become a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he would save earth from the invasion.

“It’s too late, he missed the opportunity.” Old dragon shook his head.

Despite his faith in Chen Fan’s power, he wondered whether Chen Fan had already reached the Nascent Soul realm. Ever since Old Dragon reached Golden Core, he gained a renewed understanding on the difficulties of breaking through. He doubted that he could achieve such a state even after ten or twenty years. To become a Nascent Soul Cultivator was to become an immortal whose life would last an eternity even outside of Earth.

“Should we still contact Perfected Cultivator Chen?” a disciple of the Kunlun asked.

“Yes, why not? North Qiong is the backbone of our race and Perfected Cultivator Chen a paragon. We can’t just sit around and do nothing,” Old dragon said.

Meanwhile, such conversations were carried out at many other places such as the Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Tantric Buddhism territory, the Tai Chi Sect and the Seven Kill Fist Sect. Although everyone was lamenting for Chen Fan’s missing opportunity, the respect they had for him ran deeply.

However, sentiments were much different among the Dark Races.

A dark castle suddenly appeared in the dark woods of Romania. The crimson clouds in the sky outlined its ghostly edges.

A dozen black-clad cultivators from the Blood Race sat around a table; all of them had reached Connate Level and some were even at the Golden Core realm. Many blond maids bustled around them and placed dishes, one after another.

One of the Blood Race cultivators suddenly snatched a maid by the arm and pulled her neck close to his teeth. He sucked the girl’s blood dry in a blink. The other maids kept working despite the trepidation.

An elder sitting at the head of the table asked, “Chen Beixuan? Is he the one who slaughtered our Kindred in Planet East?”

He was surrounded by six other elders, all of them were at the Golden Core level. They were wearing a black robe with golden trim, a standard attire for the elders of the Blood Race.

“That’s him. We couldn’t find him when we sacked the North Mystic Sect. He has shown up lately and killed a few of our men,” a Blood Race cultivator said.

One of the elders said with a dark smirk, “Humph! He’s just a Golden Core Cultivator. Let the Blood Guards deal with him. The elders have many important things to attend to.”

“Sure.”

The other six elders nodded in agreement.

The Blood Guard was made up by three Golden Core Cultivators and more than a hundred Blood Race Kindreds. The elders were convinced that Chen Fan would succumb to their might.

Meanwhile, many alien races looked toward China. They were the Gold Clan from the South American jungles, Monsters from the Chang Bai Dragon Lake, and the Dark Wolves from Siberia.

Those Dark Races had arrived from far away planets and plundered the resources on earth while treating humans like animals. They didn’t think Chen Fan would pose much threat to them.

Meanwhile, the meeting rooms in the Taichi Temple, the Wuji Arena and the Sun Palace were also filled with scornful remarks.

“A pitiful mortal dares to challenge us? Have they forgotten our methods?”

“Let’s see if we can make him work for us before we do anything. If he refuses, we will let Jiang Churan test her newfound Golden Core power on him.”

“I like that idea!”

Satisfied, many Divine Wills disappeared from the meeting room.

Meanwhile, inside a cultivation chamber at the Taichu Temple, a beautiful girl wearing a purple outfit was sitting in silence.

Her body was surrounded by a nimbus that illuminated her graceful appearance. Her brows were slightly knotted, since her cultivation arrived at a critical moment. She was on the verge of forming a Golden Core.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan headed to Qin Yang County with Chen Yaoyao and A’Xiu, then he found his Auntie Tang.

“Xiao Fan, are you all right?” Auntie Tang asked. Her voice was a mix of worry and guilt. “Feifei told me about what happened. I can’t believe she would do that to you.”

“It’s fine. Feifei is young and was under a lot of peer pressure. You don’t have to be too hard on her,” Chen Fan said.

Auntie Tang felt disappointed despite Chen Fan’s amiable tone.

She wanted Feifei to be on Chen Fan’s good side and hoped that he would accept her as one of his disciples. But that was unlikely to happen.

“So be it.” Auntie Tang lamented. “Ah right, Uncle Jiang invited you to Yan Jin. He said he has something important to discuss with you.”

“Jiang Haishan?”

A strange smile appeared on Chen Fan’s face.