Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Zhang Yuanjing took out the jade box containing the umbrella jade, opened it, and pressed the jade pendant into it.

With a "click", the jade and the box became one. Then, a powerful suction force emerged from the jade box, extending towards the surrounding soil. The spiritual power in the soil stirred, breaking through the suppression of the earth's power, and continuously drilled into the jade box.

Even in this compact soil layer, the movement caused by the gathering of spiritual energy was extremely large.

Zhang Yuanjing only felt that the surroundings were full of whistling and rustling sounds, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the sound caused by the flow of spiritual power, or the sound mixed with the movement of the monsters in the ground.

His whole body was tense, his breathing was rapid, and he held a low-grade Vajra Talisman obtained from the storage bag of the tall cultivator, ready to activate it at any time to protect his body.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the speed at which the jade box absorbed spiritual power slowed down. The gathered spiritual power also greatly decreased. The surrounding sounds gradually faded away.

Dozens of breaths later, everything returned to normal. Except for the earth's power that repeatedly pressed over, there was only silence and darkness around.

Zhang Yuanjing took the umbrella jade out of the jade box, held it in his hand, and rushed upwards, appearing on the ground. The surrounding gray fog, like hungry wolves discovering their prey, immediately pounced on him.

At the same time, a bright blue halo emanated from the umbrella jade, quickly expanding to surround his body, resisting the invasion of the gray fog.

Zhang Yuanjing was temporarily safe. However, he still didn't know where the exit was. The umbrella jade isolated the gray fog and protected him, but it also continuously attracted the gray fog from all directions to gather around him, making it completely impossible for him to distinguish directions, and he couldn't even see whether the ground under his feet was yellow or black.

Just as he was hesitating, a beam of blue light suddenly appeared on the halo, circling around it.

What does this mean? A warning? Or does it represent a more powerful defensive force?

When Zhang Yuanjing looked carefully, he found that this blue light was actually rolling in a certain direction. It only appeared to be circling because it was displayed on the spherical halo.

He pondered for a long time, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: if the rolling of this blue light is pointing, then what is it pointing to? Xue Wang God's mausoleum? Or, other jade pendants?

He suddenly remembered the sentence on the jade box - "Obtain the seven jade pendants of sword, fan, bell, tripod, umbrella, tablet, and beast to enter the king's mausoleum and obtain corresponding opportunities." Does this not mean that one must collect all seven jade pendants to enter the mausoleum, but rather that obtaining any one of them allows entry and the opportunity corresponding to the jade pendant?

If that's the case, then the jade pendant may indeed have a connection with the mausoleum. However, Xue Wang God's mausoleum is mostly in the central area of Xue Wang Mountain, where there must be many dangers. With my strength, I'm afraid I'll go and never return.

If this blue light points to another jade pendant, then the road ahead is unclear, and the fortune is unpredictable. It may be in the edge of Xue Wang Mountain, or it may be in the center.

Zhang Yuanjing thought for a while and decided to go in the opposite direction. If the direction of the blue light's rolling points to Xue Wang God's mausoleum, then the opposite direction must lead out of the mountain. If it points to another jade pendant, at worst, I'll wander around in the gray fog, which may not be worse than the current situation.

So, he turned around and strode straight out in the opposite direction to the rolling blue light.

Walking in the gray fog under the night, it was difficult to see one's fingers. His speed was extremely slow, carefully identifying the situation ahead, bypassing trees, passing through deep grass, and flying over cliffs. If he felt that the road under his feet became steep and remained so for a long time, he would fly up on his sword and look for a path on both sides to bypass any possible peaks ahead.

Several hours later, the sky dawned, and there was a faint light in the dense gray fog.

Zhang Yuanjing's eyes were finally no longer decorations, and he could see things within a zhang radius around him. He was now standing on a grassy slope, and he couldn't see anything except the shallow grass under his feet.

Along the way, he had traveled at least several hundred miles, but what made him strange was that he had not encountered a single monster.

Several times, he clearly felt the sound of four hooves running from the front, coming towards him, but when it got close, the sound suddenly turned and disappeared into the distance.

Half a day later, the blue light on the halo suddenly disappeared. The surroundings were still surging gray fog, even thicker than before.

Zhang Yuanjing thought that the spiritual power in the jade pendant was insufficient to support the operation of the blue light, so he drilled into the ground again and pressed the umbrella jade into the jade box to allow it to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

However, when he appeared on the ground again, the halo was naturally brighter and more powerful, but the blue light still did not appear.

After pondering for a long time, he guessed that this might be because he was out of the jade pendant's sensing range, so it no longer emitted blue light. At this time, he had two choices: one was to rely on his feeling and continue to move forward in a straight line, betting that the opposite direction of the blue light would definitely lead out of the mountain. The other was to retreat and, after the blue light appeared, go in the direction it pointed.

The difficulty of the former lies not only in the unpredictable road ahead, but also in the fact that it is difficult for him to maintain his direction in this complex terrain of mountains and ridges. The problem with the latter is that even if he finds the mausoleum or another jade pendant, he cannot leave Xue Wang Mountain.

Comparing carefully, choosing the former seems more worthwhile, at least there is a possibility of escaping from this mountain. The latter is more likely to trap him deeper in the mountain, and he will never be able to get out.

However, he somehow remembered a saying that Wu Yuankui often said to him, "Many desperate places, at the end, are actually the path to life."

This was what Wu Yuankui said to encourage him decades ago when he saw that he had been shrinking in the sect for a long time, not daring to go out to travel and find opportunities. Of course, this statement from Wu Yuankui's mouth was not false at all, because his first half of his life was spent repeatedly verifying this statement.

In those years, this sentence, if not in one ear and out the other, would at least, once it entered his mind, be like a small wave, not knowing which corner it would be swept to by the surging waves. But today, it took the initiative to drill out, becoming a lingering thought that could not be dispelled or resisted.

No matter how "timid as a mouse" he was, it was undeniable that he had always admired Wu Yuankui, and more than once fantasized about being like his childhood playmate, traversing the mountains and rivers, indulging in the mysterious and secluded realms, fearless in the face of danger, walking on the edge as usual, coming and going freely, and being like an immortal.

Without thinking any further, Zhang Yuanjing gritted his teeth, turned around, and quickly swept back along the original road. After only flying about ten miles, the blue light reappeared, and the direction of rolling was the same as before.

This time, the fear in Zhang Yuanjing's heart dissipated, and a strong curiosity drove him to keep moving in the direction pointed by the blue light.

Along the way, with the blue light pointing the way, he was not afraid of detours. When he encountered mountains or dangerous places, he would bypass them from the side. The further he went, the more monsters he encountered, but all the monsters would avoid him when they approached within ten zhang.

He had guessed that this must be the effect of the halo emanating from the jade pendant. With this, he became more and more convinced that this jade pendant must have a great relationship with Xue Wang Mountain. Even if it was not a token to enter the vast and unpredictable Xue Wang God's mausoleum, it was also a clue to unraveling the secrets of this mountain.

As he continued to move forward, the mountain became extremely steep. Obscured by the gray fog, Zhang Yuanjing often got lost in the high mountains and ridges. Because he was afraid that the cold wind in the sky would break the halo, he had to repeatedly look for a path at low altitude in order to bypass the obstruction of the mountains and continue to fly in the direction indicated by the blue light.

After a day and a half of non-stop flying, and three more times of escaping into the ground to use the jade box to replenish the jade pendant's spiritual power, Zhang Yuanjing flew more than four thousand miles in a winding and tortuous manner, and when he reached a certain place, the blue light finally stopped rolling.

At this time, he was stepping on a flying sword, stopping in a mountain stream, and the sound of gurgling water came from more than ten zhang ahead. On his left was a dangerous cliff of unknown height, and on his right was a patch of rocks several feet in size, extending into the gray fog. In front and behind was a narrow dirt road, covered with moss, not knowing where it came from or where it led to.

While hesitating, the blue light on the halo suddenly shone brightly, and then, a somewhat dazzling light shot out from the blue light, illuminating the front, dispelling the gray fog, and disappearing into a stream.

In the stream, there was also something flashing yellow light, reflecting each other with the blue light.

Zhang Yuanjing's pupils shrank slightly. He stared for a moment, and when he saw nothing unusual, he stepped into the air and walked towards the stream.

When he reached the edge of the stream, he saw that the stream was clear and flowed down. Below was a deep abyss, of unknown depth, and he only felt a cold wind rising, chilling people.

The place where the yellow light came from was a protruding black stone, with the stream on the left and thick vines on the right, hanging down from above and directly into the abyss.

A three-inch-sized bright yellow jade pendant lay quietly on the black stone. Looking at the outline, it looked like a three-legged tripod.

"It's the Ding Jade!"

Zhang Yuanjing blurted out, lightly leaped, landed on the black stone, bent down and gently picked up the yellow jade, and placed it in the center of his palm. This jade was engraved with mountains and rocks, and felt slightly warm in his hand, giving people a sense of weight.

However, he did not feel joy, but instead smiled bitterly. This result can only be said to be barely satisfactory.

If he found Xue Wang God's mausoleum, he would still have a chance to get an opportunity, or find a way to get out of this mountain. Just having one more jade pendant is useless. Moreover, there is no corresponding jade box, and there are still many restrictions on its use.

Now, he doesn't even know where he is, or even if this place belongs to the central area of Xue Wang Mountain. Due to the existence of the jade pendant, his body is always surrounded by thick gray fog, which is no different from the situation in the central area.

He looked around blankly, only feeling that the vast world was like a cage. He could move freely, but he could never fly out of this strange gray fog.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he probably would never have imagined that just a cloud of mist could make a Foundation Establishment cultivator wait for death.

Just as he was feeling sentimental, a faint light flashed past the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw that it was actually a two-inch-sized black iron waist tag, hidden by the vines in the corner between the black stone and the cliff wall.

"This is... a Xuantian disciple waist tag?"

He took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, reached out and picked up the waist tag, and when he turned it over, he saw the words "Jingdu Peak 23" written on it.

"It's, it's Junior Brother Yuanxi!"