Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

In the mountains of the Competitive Crossing, outside a cave dwelling, amidst a bamboo forest and verdant valley, a middle-aged Taoist walked ahead, followed by a strikingly beautiful woman.

"Why do you keep following me? I've already said that the past is buried, and we are strangers!"

"Senior Brother Yuanjing, Qinya has always remembered your kindness to me back then. Looking back, you were the only one who was truly sincere to me. I sincerely wish to become your Dao companion!"

"You! Do you think I can't guess your intentions? Leave, I will not agree."

"Senior Brother Yuanjing, do you no longer like Qinya? Look at me, I haven't changed much from those days. I am still the Qinya of the past, still so lonely and helpless, needing a strong shoulder to lean on."

"I cannot be your support."

"No, you can. Among Foundation Establishment cultivators, you are no different from elite disciples, enough for Qinya to rely on!"

"You... what happened to you?"

"I, I am truly suffering! The world says, beautiful women bring misfortune. Qinya only wishes to cultivate in peace, relying on this not-so-good aptitude, to strive for a sliver of possibility for Core Formation. I don't want to be involved in worldly disputes. Knowing that it is peaceful here with Senior Brother, I wish to seek a stone room here for cultivation! Is it possible?"

"No!"

Outside the Hall of Palm Mysteries, Zhang Yuanjing encountered Guo Yuanmeng, who had just participated in the elite disciples' meeting and was coming out of the hall.

As soon as Guo Yuanmeng saw him, he became unusually excited, jumped a few steps in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhang, have you heard about Lin Qinya's matter?"

Zhang Yuanjing was in seclusion all day long and didn't know what was going on. But the name was unforgettable, and he subconsciously asked, "What matter?"

"She became He Yuanhong's Dao companion!" Guo Yuanmeng said quickly, then stared intently at his eyes and face.

Zhang Yuanjing's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of anger welled up, but on the surface, he remained calm and said indifferently, "Oh, is that it?"

A hint of disappointment appeared in Guo Yuanmeng's eyes, but he immediately smiled strangely: "However, she is dead!"

"Dead?" Zhang Yuanjing was caught off guard and showed a look of shock. "Why did she die?"

"It is said that she stole a high-grade Tiger King Pill and was beaten to death!" Guo Yuanmeng said with a playful expression.

Zhang Yuanjing was immersed in a contradictory mood and did not notice his expression at all. He said in a cold voice, "Just for a Tiger King Pill, they beat a fellow disciple to death. That's too cruel."

Guo Yuanmeng heard the change in his emotions and couldn't help but smile triumphantly: "Isn't it! Especially a beautiful and peerless woman like Junior Sister Lin, how could they bring themselves to do it!"

Zhang Yuanjing heard his intention to provoke trouble, controlled his emotions in time, and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Guo, for informing me of this matter!"

After saying that, he wanted to leave.

But Guo Meng approached his ear and whispered, "Senior Brother, I heard that He Yuanhong forcibly coerced Junior Sister Lin to be his cauldron, and when Junior Sister Lin refused, he killed her cruelly!"

"Ah!" Zhang Yuanjing's body shook. "There is such a thing! If I remember correctly, this He Yuanhong is a disciple of Uncle-Master Yin Tianfu, right?"

Guo Yuanmeng looked around pretentiously, and solemnly lowered his head and said, "Senior Brother remembers correctly, that's right."

Zhang Yuanjing gritted his teeth and said, "I have always heard that Uncle-Master Yin is very strict with his disciples. Why would he allow this to happen!"

Guo Yuanmeng spread his hands: "How would I know!" Then he sighed: "Since ancient times, beautiful women have had short lives!" He turned and left quickly, leaving Zhang Yuanjing there in a daze.

Since then, he had been in a state of self-blame. Whenever he thought of what Senior Brother Yuan Kui had said that day, he felt that he lacked the magnanimity of a great man, hesitating and thinking too much, with thoughts as small as grains of rice, focusing on trivial things, but not knowing how to make decisions at the crucial points, so that he always left regrets.

This was a heart disease that occurred from time to time and was difficult to overcome. The passage of time could not cure it.

Sometimes, time changes everything. But sometimes, time changes nothing.

As a cultivator, changes in temperament do not naturally occur with the growth of cultivation. Sometimes, one needs to seek externally, which is why senior experts often talk about experience.

However, experience is not something that can be encountered casually, seeing something is what it is, but also need to take the initiative to understand inwardly.

It's just that it's easier said than done. In the next hundred years, he was always trapped in it and could not get out. Whether it was traveling through various domains and experiencing hardships, or retreating in remote wilderness areas to comprehend, that name, that person, that ending, always lingered.

He was gradually aging and was about to reach the end of his lifespan, but he still could not find a way to overcome his heart disease. Sometimes, he would wonder why he never saw Senior Brother Yuan Kui again in his field of vision, nor did he see True Person Qi, why he reversed his habit of being in seclusion all year round, wandering around, and even crossing domains and seas, traveling all over the world's scenic spots. However, before he could think about it, the heart disease would break out, preventing him from considering these anomalies.

One day, he slumped down in a temporary cave dwelling in a deep mountain and dense forest, calmly watching his body decay, the energy of life being drawn away strand by strand. He thought, this life is just like this, he had struggled, evaded, been proud, been useless, nothing particularly outstanding, nor had he done anything that attracted attention, ordinary, unremarkable, quietly dying in this unknown place, which was also the proper destination.

"Yuanjing? Yuanjing! What's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up! The tribulation lightning hasn't completely disappeared yet!"

"Tribulation lightning? Where did the tribulation lightning come from? Who is calling me!" Zhang Yuanjing jumped up from the ground, looking around in horror.

"Quick, quick, quick! The Refined Yang Umbrella has swallowed a lot of lightning power, and some inexplicable power released by the Void Sky Stone seems to have fallen into a deep sleep."

"Who is it, who is talking!" he shouted, while subconsciously forming a divine thought in his mind, throwing it towards the source of the sound.

"Ah, Yuanjing, are you crazy! I am Yuan Thirteen! We are breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage together! I have already achieved Transformation, and I have endless strength all over my body. I am just waiting for you to get up and lead me to kill in all directions!"

"Yuan Thirteen?" In just a moment of confusion, a golden-haired monkey with an ugly face appeared in his mind.

So it was him!

In an instant, the memories related to this big monkey, like a string of re-strung pearl necklaces, flashed out one after another, and completely reconstructed his experience. What traveling through the world, what secluded cultivation in the wilderness, all collapsed like sandcastles, replaced by more vivid and dynamic scenes that were more in line with his personality, as well as things and people closely related to these scenes.

He suddenly realized, his back was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly broke away from the inextricable illusion, and once again found himself under the terrifying invasion of thunder power.

The unimaginable pain added to his body, causing him to groan. However, he did not have the slightest fear, but felt extremely fortunate. This undoubtedly also shows that even after experiencing the fourth tribulation thunder, the soul ring is still there, and the level of this thing is far beyond imagination.

He used the Soaring Heaven Art and the Mountain Moving Art together, and threw the huge stone mountain into the sky with a bang. The thunder light flowing on the stone mountain was rebounded by the huge force, suddenly shattered, and instantly poured out in all directions, blasting the mountain and field with flying rocks, and smoke and fire rising.

And those tribulation thunder powers that were wrapped around him and moving on the arena were all attracted by the power that erupted when he threw the stone mountain, crackling and exploding.