Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

It was still a dim space, extremely narrow in all directions, as if wrapped in a dark black mat, making one feel oppressed. However, about a hundred feet ahead, there was a point of light, like a candle in the night, illuminating the darkness and guiding the way.

"Enough said for now, let's go there quickly!" Wu Yuankui took the lead, heading straight for the light.

Zhang Yuanjing quickly followed, the power of thick earth within him lively moving back and forth, making him feel as comfortable as if bathing in the warm spring sun. It conveyed an extremely clear message to Zhang Yuanjing: the thing it craved was in the world beyond the light!

The closer they got, the more dazzling the light became. When they reached it, they saw that it was a cave more than a person's height, filled with rich spiritual energy. Wu Yuankui and Zhang Yuanjing rushed into this cloud of spiritual energy, and in an instant, they entered a bright and beautiful world. Looking around, they found themselves on a huge rock atop a green mountain peak, with endless mountains stretching into the distance. Nearby, there were lush trees and gurgling springs, a scene of blessed paradise. They opened their mouths and took a deep breath, a rich spiritual force entering their lungs, sweeping away the turbid air that had accumulated in their meridians for many days, instantly refreshing their minds and dispelling the gloom.

"Is this a mustard seed space?" Zhang Yuanjing looked into the distance, seeing flying eaves and red walls, high towers and long pavilions hidden among the mountains and forests, with clouds rising and falling, and mist gathering and dispersing, like a small world filled with spiritual power, truly the work of immortals.

"Probably, I've never seen one before. For ten thousand years, there have been no records of mustard seed spaces in the cultivation world. It is said that only in the ancient times before the flourishing of spiritual energy did great supernatural cultivators intercept corners of heaven and earth and refine mustard seed spaces," Wu Yuankui said, also curiously looking around the world, seemingly very interested in everything here.

The two looked around, not seeing the edge of this world, and naturally knew nothing about their location. Zhang Yuanjing looked back at the passage they had come through, which was just a point in this world, not the boundary. He reached out to touch it, but felt nothing, yet his hand entered the space they had come from. Clearly, this passage was as clear as a candle in the night from the inside, but from the outside, it was invisible and intangible.

Wu Yuankui, however, soared into the air, slowly rising, and after reaching a height of thirty or forty feet, he showed a strained expression, as if he could not rise any further, and then he fell back down.

"The flying speed is not affected, but after reaching a certain height, one will be bound and it will be difficult to fly. Perhaps that is the boundary, but it cannot be seen or touched from the inside. However, this mountain peak is the highest mountain within sight. It seems that flying below three to five hundred feet is unimpeded."

Zhang Yuanjing nodded and said, "Senior Brother, I just meditated for half a day, and I don't know if the people from the Abyssal Demons have already entered this world. You choose a direction, and we will go find the center."

Wu Yuankui had risked exposure by flying into the sky just now in order to observe the layout here and find some useful clues. However, this place was too big, not comparable to the secret realms he had explored in the past. He looked around several times, but could not see any pattern.

Wu Yuankui was a natural optimist, and since he was here, he would take it easy. He casually chose a direction, called Zhang Yuanjing, and flew out. It was a place with jagged rocks, deep ravines, and flowing springs, which seemed relatively secluded and safe.

That place was only fifty miles away. The two flew at low altitude, concealing themselves along the way, and it took them an incense stick's worth of time to reach the vicinity. Looking again, they saw that the cliffs on both sides of the deep ravine were full of cave dwellings with extremely large doorways. The stream flowed down the mountain, converging into a crescent-shaped lake, and lush trees stood on the lakeside, full of vitality and very beautiful.

Wu Yuankui was speechless at the sight of this scene. His original intention was to find a more secluded and inconspicuous place to investigate the situation first, but with dozens of cave dwellings arranged like this, it was as eye-catching as it could be.

"Heh, Senior Brother, your divine sense is really amazing, you can find this place from fifty miles away!" Zhang Yuanjing said with a look of admiration.

The divine sense range of a Core Formation cultivator is about thirty miles in the early stage and more than forty miles in the later stage, but generally does not exceed fifty miles.

Wu Yuankui curled his lips and was too lazy to explain. The question he was thinking about was: "Should I dig open these cave dwellings?"

The most important task at present is to find the formation center of the mustard seed space. However, Qi Tianxiang and Ling Xiao had a seven-day agreement. In order to avoid being punished by the Heavenly Dao, Ling Xiao would definitely abide by the promise. And Qi Tianxiang had already fallen, so there would be no consequences if Wu Yuankui did not keep the agreement. Therefore, it was conceivable that the Abyssal Demons would definitely send some people to find the center, or to find him, Wu Yuankui, and force him to keep the agreement. He was in a hurry to find the center now, but finding it might not be a good thing.

"Senior Brother, do you want to open one and take a look?" Zhang Yuanjing rarely explored secret realms, let alone this kind of super secret realm of an ancient sect, and could not suppress the excitement in his heart for a while, and asked excitedly.

"Well, let's take a look, after all, it is the ruins left by an ancient sect from 30,000 years ago!" Wu Yuankui said with a smile.

Zhang Yuanjing moved upon hearing this, randomly choosing a cave dwelling in the middle of the first row on the upper side, flew to it, and saw that the gate of the cave dwelling was tightly closed, with a faint formation flowing. He stretched out his palm, condensed a ball of thick earth power, and slapped it on the door.

With a "slap" sound, the door remained motionless, and the formation on the door flashed, reflecting the thick earth power back, with five times more force than when it went. Zhang Yuanjing flashed back, narrowly dodging the counterattack, and could not help but smack his tongue.

Wu Yuankui stood on the lawn below, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his lips, as if he wanted to see Zhang Yuanjing's embarrassment.

Zhang Yuanjing was also calm. He was not in a hurry to break open the cave dwelling, but looked at each cave dwelling one by one, counting them, a total of sixty cave dwellings. The door openings of all the cave dwellings were the same size, all three feet six inches high and one foot eight inches wide, and the formation effects were also the same, obviously uniformly built.

"Why are the door openings made so big?" He shook his head, unable to figure it out.

After turning back and forth several times, he chose a cave dwelling in the middle of the bottom row again, sacrificed the Profound Crystal Great Axe, used 50% of his magic power, and used a "Mountain Splitting" to chop down on the head. The giant axe smashed on the stone door, making a "rumbling" sound. The tightly closed door only shook slightly, and the Profound Crystal Great Axe was blown away, spinning and hitting Zhang Yuanjing.

When Zhang Yuanjing saw the momentum, he knew that he could not take it head-on, so he dodged the great axe, and then flew up again. When the great axe flew out five miles, its momentum had weakened, and then he reached out and grabbed the great axe. He turned back to the entrance of the cave dwelling, but saw that the stone door was unscathed, and the formation flowing on it was still the same, and there was no sign of any weakening.

In another space, Wen Songnan received Wen Zaidao's voice transmission outside the cave entrance, and was immediately excited. Reversing his usual calm and composed appearance, he roared to the sky, and then laughed wildly. Wen Zaide and Wen Jinghe looked at each other, they could not figure out the reason, but they did not dare to talk nonsense.

After a cup of tea, Wen Songnan finally calmed down, and returned to his usual appearance as a transcendent expert, but the constantly shaking hands showed that the waves in his heart were far from calmed down.

He looked at the two and said in an excited tone, "'Old Six' has successfully entered the mustard seed space. I will go in and take a look first. You two protect yourselves with the Vajra Talisman and come over one by one."

After speaking, without waiting for the two to speak, he directly took a step and disappeared into the black and white energies.

Wen Zaide and Wen Jinghe then showed a strong look of joy, their eyes full of desire.

"Jinghe, you go in first." Wen Zaide was the elder, and took the initiative to stay behind.

"Yes, Eighth Uncle!" Wen Jinghe was excited and did not decline. He immediately responded, took out the middle-grade Vajra Talisman that Wen Songnan gave him, patted it on his chest, took a deep breath, and decisively stepped into the cave entrance.

When Wen Zaide saw that Wen Jinghe's figure was completely gone, he knew that he had entered. He immediately took out the Vajra Talisman and wanted to pat it on his body. However, what he did not expect was that suddenly a pale hand stretched out from his side, and with a gentle grab, took the Vajra Talisman away.

Wen Zaide was terrified, almost screaming in horror. Fortunately, years of experience allowed him to react at the first time, flashing five feet to the other side, and quickly sacrificed a wide giant sword, turning it into a shield to block in front of him.

"Sun... Real Person Sun!" Wen Zaide said with difficulty, his voice like a rooster being strangled, hoarse with a bit of shrillness.

The person in front of him was Sun Muyang. However, this face was extremely terrifying, with distorted features, entangled in black gas, and empty eyes, like a zombie.

Wen Zaide broke out in cold sweat, his hands and feet were numb, and he did not dare to move at all.

Time passed by breath by breath, and soon half a quarter of an hour passed, Sun Muyang remained motionless, the two black holes on his face staring straight at Wen Zaide.

At this time, the sound transmission spirit jade in Wen Zaide's storage bracelet vibrated. He secretly bit his teeth, protected himself with the giant sword, and suddenly flew towards the cave entrance. He was about four feet away from the cave entrance, while Sun Muyang, who was standing on the other side, was only three feet away. This was completely gambling with his life.

However, he lost the bet, Sun Muyang made a move. The giant sword was useless, it was directly pierced by Sun Muyang's hand, he grabbed Wen Zaide's neck, like grabbing a chick, pulled him over and opened his mouth to suck, sucking away all of his spirit, which was curled up into a ball due to excessive tension.

On the inner side of the cave entrance, Wen Songnan finally became impatient and took out his sound transmission spirit jade to send a sound transmission. After a dozen breaths, there was no response.

Wen Songnan's heart sank, realizing that an accident had occurred. He stared at the strange cave entrance, from the inside, it was just a gray area, no different from the surroundings. However, the divine sense could not penetrate it at all. It seemed to be just a space apart, but the distance was unknown.

He sent another sound transmission, waited for a dozen breaths, and seeing that there was still no response, he made a decision: "Go quickly, enter the mustard seed space!"

In fear and confusion, the three passed through a cloud of white spiritual energy and appeared in a beautiful valley. Directly in front of the three was a yellow stone tower about fifty or sixty feet high, with a total of nine floors, with a simple style. Even if the surrounding stone walls were covered with green vines and the recessed platform was overgrown with weeds, it could not hide its majestic momentum and proud posture.