Chapter 648: The Mystic Realm (For Alliance Leader 'Night of Cramps')
Chapter 648: The Mystic Realm (For Alliance Leader 'Night of Cramps')
Fang Xi's thousand-year birthday banquet passed without a ripple. This wasn't because the Human World cultivators didn't want to celebrate grandly for him; rather, as his age grew, his heart had gradually calmed, and he no longer wished for such superficial displays.
It wasn't a gathering of myriad immortals congratulating him from the Earthly Immortal World, so there was little meaning to it.
Thus, he simply held a small feast, sharing a few drinks with his concubines, and that was that.
After the banquet, Shui Lingxin immediately bid farewell and departed. Ling Shu and Liu Xu, influenced by Fang Xi's words about ascension, also began their secluded cultivation.
On this particular day.
Fang Xi picked up a sound transmission talisman, informed Zhong Hong Yu that he would be entering secluded cultivation for a period, and with a flick of his finger—
Snap!
The sound transmission talisman instantly transformed into a streak of fire and vanished. . .
he murmured to himself, his figure vanishing in an instant.
He had, astonishingly, activated the 'All-Heavens Precious Mirror' and headed to that Xuan Wu Mystic Realm!
Xuan Wu Mystic Realm.
It was not yet time for the once-a-century Heavenly Demon Calamity, and as Fang Xi's Divine Consciousness stretched boundlessly, he could see many Wu people hunting, playing, and cultivating.
"Dan Ya. . ."
Thinking of his old acquaintance from this place, a hint of nostalgia surfaced on Fang Xi's face.
"So many years have passed, surely that woman has long since passed away? Unless she managed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. . . but even if she were a Nascent Soul cultivator, her lifespan would be quite strained by now, wouldn't it?"
What's more, as a mystic realm where the Primordial Demon Sect harvested Core Formation resources and vital essence and souls once every century, it was impossible to advance to the Nascent Soul stage here.
Indeed, the entire mystic realm was enveloped by a colossal restriction. Once a cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage appeared, an immediate warning would be triggered.
Yet, with Fang Xi's cultivation and attainments in formations, this extremely strict restriction seemed to him no more than a fishing net riddled with holes. . .
Therefore, until now, the elders of the Primordial Demon Sect remained blind and deaf, with no one discovering that a high-stage cultivator had intruded into the mystic realm.
"No matter. . . I'll make my presence known first."
Fang Xi dispelled his aura concealment art. This art, obtained from the Xuan Gui clan, was so profound that even a Return to Void cultivator might not be able to see through it. The fact that he had been so nonchalant here earlier, and the mystic realm hadn't reacted in the slightest, was precisely due to this.
At this moment, a fluctuation of magic power far exceeding that of a Nascent Soul cultivator diffused, causing Heaven and Earth to change color!
"This. . ."
In a certain tribe, a Great Wu stared blankly at the scene of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathering like a funnel.
Although he was equivalent to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, such a method was simply too mythical. . .
After all, the Wu people were quite miserable; even with rapid cultivation, they could only cultivate to the Wu King realm, comparable to a Core Formation cultivator. After that, there was no path forward, and their techniques were quite singular, often easily killed by trial disciples who mastered third-order methods.
"Is this. . . a heavenly god descending?"
A minor Wu muttered, the spiritual pressure emanating from the void unconsciously making him prostrate himself.
Countless Wu people followed, kneeling.
The entire mystic realm seemed to tremble under the might of a Soul Transformation cultivator!
Boom!
Black, white, red, yellow, green. . . multicolored spiritual energy converged high in the sky, forming a massive face.
At this moment, almost all the Wu people in the mystic realm gazed up blankly, staring at that majestic, god-like giant face.
...
Primordial Demon Sect.
Monitoring Hall.
A blue-robed cultivator hurried into a bronze hall, arriving at a quiet room.
The room was vast, with no other furnishings, only a sandbox in the center.
The sandbox displayed mountains and rivers, and above it, streaks of multicolored grid-like objects glowed faintly.
A treasured mirror floated in mid-air, illuminating various parts of the sandbox.
In front of the sandbox, there was a meditation cushion, upon which a red-robed Nascent Soul cultivator sat cross-legged.
The blue-robed cultivator smiled upon seeing this: "Junior Brother Zhuo, I was delayed a bit refining the 'Six Desires Heaven Mixing Demon'. I am late this time, please forgive me. . ."
"Senior Brother Xia is too polite. What are a mere few hours to us?"
Junior Brother Zhuo, in his red robe, chuckled: "What's more. . . this mystic realm hasn't had any issues for hundreds of years."
Indeed, a mystic realm that merely produced Core Formation resources was nothing significant to two Nascent Soul cultivators like them.
"Thank you for your understanding, Junior Brother Zhuo. I just acquired a gourd of 'Fiery Blood True Gang' earlier, which I will send to Junior Brother shortly. . . " Senior Brother Xia, in blue robes, smiled faintly, then continued: "However, this Core Formation mystic realm isn't entirely peaceful either. Several centuries ago, it caused quite a stir. . . I heard it even involved our lineage's Grand Elder. . ."
"What?"
Junior Brother Zhuo asked with interest while handling the handover procedures: "I'd like to hear the details? !"
He had only formed his Nascent Soul in the last two hundred years and knew nothing of such ancient matters. Furthermore, he had only recently been transferred to the Monitoring Hall, so many secret anecdotes were unclear to him.
"I also heard it from an elder who has long since passed away. . ."
The blue-robed Senior Brother Xia chuckled: "Roughly seven or eight hundred years ago, when the mystic realm opened that time, it caused a huge mess, and many disciples suffered heavy casualties. . . According to the disciples who escaped, it was a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator who somehow infiltrated the mystic realm and shamelessly ambushed their Foundation Establishment disciples. It was truly a great tragedy. . ."
"There was such a shameless person, and the sect didn't investigate? " Junior Brother Zhuo asked with keen interest.
"Of course they did. In fact, the Saint Son and Saintess who were specifically in charge of the matter at the time were even hailed as the most outstanding twin talents in a millennium. . ."
Senior Brother Xia's words were subtly hinting.
"Could it be. . . *Hiss*. . . the Grand Elder? ! " Junior Brother Zhuo's eyes widened.
"Precisely! Back then, the Grand Elder was still our Holy Sect's Saintess. . . She and the Saint Son jointly guarded the teleportation array and were responsible for matters of Realm Descent. As a result of that incident, the Saint Son entered the mystic realm to investigate, and not long after, his soul tablet shattered. . ."
Senior Brother Xia sighed: "This Saint Son had cultivated to the Core Formation Perfected stage by the age of two hundred or so. In terms of aptitude and Dao technique talent, he far surpassed us, and even subtly surpassed the Saintess at the time. . . Had he not unexpectedly perished, he would undoubtedly have become a Nascent Soul elder of the Holy Sect, and might even have competed for a Soul Transformation opportunity!"
"This caused a huge uproar within the Holy Sect back then. Countless elders personally went into the mystic realm to investigate, killing an unknown number of Wu people, but later they couldn't find any conclusive results. They could only speculate that it was either Guang Lei Temple or Taiqing Sect, and their target wasn't the mystic realm, but precisely the Saint Son or Saintess! But both of those major sects refused to admit anything, and gradually it became an unsolved case. . ."
He felt a slight pity in his heart; a dead genius was nothing at all.
Not only that, the Saintess of that year, having lost her competitor, became unstoppable. She successfully formed her Nascent Soul, and then, painstakingly nurtured by the previous Grand Elder, successfully achieved Soul Transformation and took charge of the Primordial Demon Sect!
If the Saint Son had lived, perhaps the current Grand Elder would be him!
"A single drink, a single peck, is it not all fated?"
The red-robed Junior Brother Zhuo merely sighed with emotion. In any case, he had no connection with a Core Formation cultivator who had died several centuries ago: "This is also due to the Grand Elder's immense fortune and fated opportunity. . ."
"Exactly so. . ."
The blue-robed Senior Brother Xia chuckled heartily, also feeling somewhat fortunate.
The Primordial Demon Sect was vast beyond compare, with many branches. If the Saintess hadn't risen that year, their Six Desires Heaven Mixing Demon lineage would not have achieved its current glory!
Meanwhile, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner lineage had never recovered since!
Buzzing!
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the sandbox!
Junior Brother Zhuo and Senior Brother Xia's expressions changed simultaneously. They quickly stepped forward and saw that the multicolored net, with a shimmer of light, had actually torn open a black hole.
"Not good, a Nascent Soul cultivator has infiltrated the mystic realm!"
Junior Brother Zhuo's eyes widened. The mystic realm hadn't had any problems for centuries, so why did it malfunction the moment he arrived?
Even worse, because of the delayed handover, it was still his responsibility!
"Quick, Junior Brother, you control the array, and I'll see who it is!"
Senior Brother Xia was also extremely alarmed and enraged, his face suddenly turning ashen, with fangs subtly emerging from the corners of his mouth.
Then, he formed a hand seal, and streaks of talismans were struck into the mirror above the sandbox.
The mirror's surface shimmered with light, revealing the scenery of mountains and rivers within the mystic realm.
As magic power continuously poured in, a massive human face could vaguely be seen high above the firmament!
This face seemed to be composed purely of heaven and earth spiritual energy, carrying a terrifying spiritual pressure.
With a sweep of its emotionless eyes, cracks appeared on the mirror, which then completely turned into a black curtain!
Crack!
The mirror shattered, falling onto the sandbox.
As if a chain reaction had begun, streaks of multicolored restrictions instantly crumbled and disintegrated.
"It's actually. . . a Soul Transformation Venerable? !"
Junior Brother Zhuo shrieked, losing all semblance of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's composure.
"Quickly go invite the Grand Elder!"
Senior Brother Xia also showed a look of panic.
...
"Oh, Heavenly God. . ."
"We, the Wu people, have suffered under the oppression of Heavenly Demons for generations. . ."
"Please save us!"
One by one, the Wu people prostrated on the ground. A Wu King cried out loudly, his voice filled with unspeakable sorrow.
'If this being is the leader of the Heavenly Demons, then how are we Wu people to resist? '
'But no matter what, we must plead. . . '
The enormous human face watched these scenes, then suddenly revealed a trace of a smile, speaking in pure Wu people's language: "The suffering of the Wu people lies in this mystic realm. . . Today, I shall open the mystic realm. You may decide for yourselves whether to leave the mystic realm or continue to live here. . ."
Actually, from Fang Xi's perspective, these Wu people leaving the mystic realm might not be a good thing.
They might face even greater challenges!
The Primordial Demon Sect breeding the Wu people here was like diligent farmers: though they harvested regularly, they also protected their crops from pests, diseases, and dangers from birds and beasts.
But once they went outside, they would no longer have such special treatment.
It was entirely possible that many cultivators would hunt the Wu people as a rare spirit beast!
However, this was a personal choice. If he were to hinder them, he might instead incur their resentment.
Some people won't turn back until they hit a wall, and even the more stubborn ones won't turn back even after hitting the wall.
For such people, Fang Xi could only choose to let them perish!
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