Chapter 347: The Origin Spirit Realm, Open! |
With daylight breaking, Chu Huaixu set out for the entrance to the Origin Spirit Realm.
Arriving outside the grand hall, he realized that the escort this time seemed a bit too grand.
The Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect and Heavenly Net of Luo Heaven Valley had both arrived. Even Spring and Autumn Mountain’s Ninth Realm expert—the “Cicada Chaser”—had come to the Dao Gate.
In other words, the highest combat powers of the Four Great Sects, at least on the surface, had all gathered here.
This time, the entrance to the Origin Spirit Realm lay at the border between Mirror Country and Moon Country.
This region had been occupied by both nations at different times. Over the past several hundred years, it had changed hands repeatedly amid border conflicts.
Because of the enormous commotion caused by Chu Huaixu’s trip to the Imperial Capital, everyone felt that having only Jiang Zhi guarding him was still not entirely safe.
After all, this kid hadn’t only provoked Prince Rui’s Residence.
More importantly, he had provoked the Ancestor Emperor!
One had to be on guard!
Moreover, the Black Moon Sect had previously appeared within the Eastern Continent.
As for Chu Huaixu’s importance, it went without saying.
That was why these top figures of the cultivation world were willing to lower themselves and personally come to serve as his security.
The young man in the black-gold long robe began greeting each of them one by one upon seeing everyone.
The “Cicada Chaser” of Spring and Autumn Mountain was named Pei Songji.
He appeared short, slightly hunched, and wore a bamboo hat.
Before transmigrating, when Chu Huaixu had been a disciple of Spring and Autumn Mountain, he had seen him once.
Now, after transmigration, this was their first meeting.
It was said his cultivation was at the Ninth Realm, Third Heaven.
He had a close relationship with the black cat demon beast left behind at Spring and Autumn Mountain by the Dao Ancestor.
His earliest opportunity and fortune seemed to have come from that black cat.
Thus, to him, the words of this “Cat Protector” carried even more weight than those of the current Mountain Master of Spring and Autumn Mountain.
At this moment, after Chu Huaixu bowed to this Ninth Realm major cultivator, the latter appeared rather gentle and even somewhat warm.
As for why, Chu Huaixu did not yet know.
But at least it made the atmosphere harmonious.
Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing also wanted to go along. After some thought, Jiang Zhi agreed.
As for Lin Zixuan, an outsider, her role was that of a tool.
Chu Huaixu had once again planted a Spirit Seed within her body, so she would naturally accompany them.
Thus, four cultivation powerhouses led four young people, flying toward the Origin Spirit Realm.
Before departure, Sect Master Xiang Yan gave several careful instructions.
At times, Chu Huaixu even felt:
“Xiang Yan may look fierce, bald, and sound unpleasant, but he’s actually quite motherly.”
Sometimes, he even came across as rather nagging.
Outside the hall, the Dao Gate’s upper echelon watched as the group of eight gradually flew away.
Li Chunsong began rubbing his hands again.
“Spit it out already,” Second Elder Tai Tingbai glanced at his junior brother and couldn’t help but say, “Go on, what do you want to bet this time?”
Li Chunsong continued rubbing his hands like a fly, eyes shining, breathing quickened:
“How about we bet… how many fragments of the Xuanhuang Origin Chu Huaixu will bring back this time?”
Eastern Continent, Evil Cultivator Altar.
A man cloaked in black sat at the center of the altar.
The severed arm of the Black Moon Sect Leader had long since been restored.
He once again began “talking to himself,” communicating with the Nascent Soul within his body.
“Chu Huaixu has probably already set out,” the Sect Leader said.
The Nascent Soul replied, “Kunlun Sacred Sect will not allow another failure. If nothing unexpected happens, this trip will likely be one from which he does not return.”
“Oh?” The Black Moon Sect Leader’s tone carried curiosity.
The power within the altar continuously nourished him, making his whole body feel comfortable as he asked:
“In this Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition, Chu Huaixu’s performance can only be described as astonishing.”
“I can’t imagine what kind of genius your so-called Sacred Sect would have to send to defeat him.”
The Nascent Soul fell silent for a moment.
Clearly, it also acknowledged Chu Huaixu’s overall strength.
“Judging by his current performance, even if the Sacred Sect sends a possessed Nascent Soul True Lord, they may still not be his match,” it said.
“Then why are you so certain he won’t return?” the Black Moon Sect Leader asked.
“Because what he may face this time will not be a cultivator.”
“What he will face… is a small world.” The Nascent Soul’s tone sank.
On the other side, Chu Huaixu knew almost nothing about what would happen inside the Origin Spirit Realm.
He only knew that in 《Borrowed Sword》, Little Xu had cleared it alone with a single sword.
But how exactly he did it, players had never uncovered.
After all, anything related to the Origin Spirit Realm was top-level classified information.
At this moment, the four peak powerhouses of the Eastern Continent flew at full speed with the four youths, their velocity astonishing.
When they reached the entrance, two people were already standing below.
They were Moon Country’s Guardian Xiahou Yue, and another Ninth Realm major cultivator of Moon Country—Zhuge Boyue.
Due to the previous competition incident, Xiahou Yue’s attitude was somewhat cold.
After that battle, Moon Country had not only lost a prince but also suffered damage to its national prestige.
Even he, the Guardian, had lost face due to the Sword Sovereign’s Myriad Swords Converge.
But given the importance of the matter, he had no choice but to come today.
“You should first cultivate quietly and regulate your breathing. Don’t worry about anything else,” Jiang Zhi instructed Chu Huaixu.
“Yes, Grandmaster.”
There was still some time before the entrance opened, so he indeed needed to adjust his condition.
After an entire night of indulgence with Han Shuangjiang, Chu Huaixu had been utterly reckless.
Yet his physical state remained at its peak.
His self-healing ability was too strong—there was none of the usual soreness ordinary people would feel.
On the contrary, his mental state was especially vibrant.
After all, a man who had tasted such things—even partially—would inevitably change a little.
He still had some Experience Points on his Character Panel.
Chu Huaixu found a place and used them all.
After spending nearly all his Experience Points, he opened his eyes.
Han Shuangjiang walked over at that moment and asked:
“Do you want to bring Zhegutian with you?”
“No need,” Chu Huaixu waved his hand. “If I really need to borrow a sword, I’d actually prefer the Nation-Suppressing Sword in Moon Country’s Imperial Capital.”
Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yue’s eyelids twitched slightly.
He pretended not to hear.
The Nation-Suppressing Sword was the core of the Imperial Capital’s grand formation—how could it possibly be taken out?
This kid really dared to say anything!
Time passed bit by bit.
Soon, it was time for the entrance to open.
The entrance to the second layer of the Origin Spirit Realm looked no different from the first.
Jiang Zhi was about to give a few more instructions when he saw the brat rush in impatiently, not even saying a word.
This was a top-tier dungeon with top-tier rewards!
Chu Huaixu was truly a bit too eager!
Outside the Xuanhuang Realm, Kunlun Grotto-Heaven.
On an endless black sea, two people sat facing each other, playing Go.
The white-haired youth held the white pieces.
The black-haired elder held the black pieces.
The sea below was as still as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.
Even the fish in the water were frozen in place.
There was not even a trace of wind.
The laws of heaven and earth themselves were altered around these two!
Within a ten-mile radius, everything seemed eerily unnatural.
Until an entrance opened in the sky above.
The white-haired youth took a silk pouch from his waist.
Then, a woman was poured out from it.
She had originally been no bigger than a mung bean, but quickly returned to her normal size.
“Master, shall this disciple go?” the woman asked, glancing at the entrance above.
“Go,” the white-haired youth said calmly.
Beside the Go board sat her Soul Lamp.
Within it flickered a dim golden glow.
This represented the state of her Nascent Soul.
The female cultivator had delicate features, phoenix eyes, and a slightly seductive yet spirited temperament.
Her figure was full and well-rounded. Combined with her tight-fitting outfit, her slender waist and ample curves were especially pronounced.
She was similar to Lin Zixuan, possessing the innate divine ability—Delicate Branch Bearing Heavy Fruit.
Such women were rare in the world.
Most women, if too thin, would naturally lack fullness.
At this moment, she parted her full lips and gently exhaled.
A small flying sword emerged from her mouth.
The crystal-blue flying sword circled in the air, growing larger and larger.
Once it returned to its original size, she lightly stepped onto it.
In the Xuanhuang Realm, only major cultivators could fly.
But in Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, even Foundation Establishment cultivators could easily control objects to fly at great speed.
As for other divine abilities, there were countless.
After all, cultivators of her age had not lived in vain.
Though she appeared to be in her prime, she had already spent 125 years cultivating after possession.
—A genuine centenarian.
If her age before possession were added, it would be even more shocking.
As she approached the vortex, she suddenly stopped, as if waiting.
The black-haired elder looked up at the white-haired youth.
The youth began forming hand seals. His silver hair fluttered wildly without wind.
He murmured incomprehensible incantations.
Suddenly, the black sea below shattered.
Like a mirror cracking apart.
A fragment of the sea rose into the air.
It was as if that section had become an independent small world.
The place where it broke became chaotic void.
That portion of the sea simply vanished.
Fish swam forward naturally, passing through the void and reappearing on the other side.
Yet the separated world still visibly existed.
The white-haired youth raised his right hand.
He gently lifted it upward.
And that small world rose into the sky, arriving beside the vortex.
The female cultivator watched with shining eyes.
Her gaze was filled with boundless longing.
“This… is the Soul Transformation Stage!”
“My master’s supreme power!”
Soon, the small world merged with the entrance to the Origin Spirit Realm.
The white-haired youth finally spoke in a calm, ancient voice:
“Go.”
“Yes, Master!”
The female cultivator bowed and shot into the vortex.
Meanwhile, Chu Huaixu had already entered the second layer of the Origin Spirit Realm.
A system notification rang in his ears.
【Ding! You have entered the instance—Origin Spirit Realm, Second Layer】
Chu Huaixu looked ahead.
What he saw appeared identical to the outside world.
The Origin Spirit Realm replicated reality—it was a virtual realm between illusion and truth.
But soon, he frowned.
“What is that?”
A sense of alarm rose in his heart.
“This isn’t a replication of the outside world!”
Because at the edge of this realm—
He saw black seawater surging toward him!