Chapter 649: Choice (Congratulations to Alliance Master 'Cramping Night')
Chapter 649: Choice (Congratulations to Alliance Master 'Cramping Night')
Boom!
After Fang Xi finished speaking, the colossal human face in the sky suddenly burst open.
Streaks of lightning flashed, turning into arcing bolts that fell, seemingly intertwined with individual Phoenix Seal Script talismans.
The mystic realm's void fluctuated violently, then was swiftly torn open, revealing streaks of fissures.
They were spatial rifts!
And through the spatial rifts, one could glimpse the blurry scenery of mountains and rivers!
Unlike those vast realms, these small mystic realms, which clung to a great world, had fragile spatial barriers, making it possible for Nascent Soul cultivators proficient in spatial divine abilities to tear them open!
Not only that, the path leading to the great world was extremely short, making it highly unlikely for any spatial storms to appear.
Of course, journeying through the void depended on luck; some mortals might be swept in and emerge unscathed, traversing untold billions of miles and countless worlds. . . while Soul Transformation or Return to Void cultivators might consecutively encounter spatial storms and perish directly!
Even so, this was the only hope for the Wu people to leave their world after so many years!
"This is. . . the outside world? !"
A Great Wu gazed at the blurry image within the spatial rift, then suddenly let out a frantic cry. Wrapped in a layer of azure 'Xun' wind, he plunged into it.
In the next instant, he vanished.
"Don't go. . . What if this is a Heavenly Demon's trap?"
Within a certain city, a Wu King shouted loudly.
His prestige was considerable, and he immediately restrained the restless crowd.
Fang Xi, witnessing this scene with his Divine Consciousness, merely chuckled lightly and let them be.
He had only presented a choice; as for how to choose, that was still the Wu people's own business.
At this moment, Fang Xi, however, looked with interest at a certain spot in the void.
He, proficient in Phoenix Seal Script, could faintly perceive the spatial fluctuations there, which were signs of an imminent breakthrough using a 'World-Breaking Talisman'.
Yet, for reasons unknown, no Soul Transformation cultivator had appeared.
"The Primordial Demon Sect is a demonic behemoth of the Minghuan World, don't tell me they'll disappoint me. . ."
Fang Xi muttered, also aware that he was being a bit overbearing.
Back when he had first advanced to the early Soul Transformation stage, he had already feared no human Soul Transformation cultivators.
Now, even if several came one after another, they probably wouldn't be enough to kill.
But at this moment, that spot in the void subtly fluctuated, yet no cultivator appeared, which rather surprised Fang Xi.
Before the teleportation altar.
A woman with picturesque features, draped in white gauze, and barefoot, couldn't help but bite her lip.
Behind her followed a group of Primordial Demon Sect Nascent Soul elders, each with unswerving gaze and an incredibly solemn expression.
At this moment, this Grand Elder, a Soul Transformation cultivator. . . her expression was somewhat dazed.
It seemed many years ago, at this very same time and place, she had faced a choice.
If she had chosen wrongly back then, perhaps the Grand Elder of the Primordial Demon Sect would have been the Saint Son of that year.
Compared to the current scene, how strikingly similar was it?
She extended her slender, jade-like hand, pressed her brows for a moment, then suddenly smiled sweetly: "No need to bother with it. . ."
"Grand Elder?"
A late-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator stepped forward: "This mystic realm is a crucial resource ground for Core Formation for our Sacred Sect. . ."
The Saintess glanced at him.
Within the Primordial Demon Sect, perhaps only Grand Cultivators of the late Nascent Soul stage dared to speak a few words to her.
"You all should know the cultivation technique this venerable one practices. Such an ethereal spiritual intuition is never wrong. . . Today is not suitable for battle."
The Saintess's red lips parted slightly as she spoke.
"Today is not suitable for. . . battle? !"
The Grand Nascent Soul Cultivator's heart skipped a beat, but remembering the cultivation technique the Grand Elder practiced, which indeed possessed such ability, he couldn't help but become half-believing, half-doubting.
The Saintess, however, paid it no mind, her gaze smiling, as if seeing through a section of the void, directly meeting a pair of calm eyes.
"Quite intelligent. . . Perhaps she even understands some divination arts?"
Fang Xi thoughtfully stroked his chin, then waved a hand towards the void.
Countless azure light motes converged, forming the shape of the Fourth-Generation Green Grain Sword: "Indeed, those from the lower realms who can advance to Soul Transformation are all peerless talents of their generation!"
If this Soul Transformation cultivator from the Primordial Demon Sect had come, he would not have been courteous; he would have certainly settled their past grievances.
But since the other party chose to be a coward, so be it. He hadn't suffered any loss anyway.
Moreover. . .
Fang Xi had come to the Minghuan World to cultivate the 'Supreme Pole Star Life-Ending Divine Light', so constantly fighting and battling daily wasn't really ideal.
Holding the Fourth-Generation Green Grain Sword, he smiled faintly and casually swung it.
Rip!
An azure sword light appeared, only a dozen zhang long, yet it directly tore open the void, revealing a spatial passage.
Seeing this, Fang Xi formed hand seals. Four-colored armor materialized on his body, precisely the 'Myriad Demon Armor Secret Art' he had re-cultivated!
This secret art had already reached the level of 'Four Saint Beast Armor'. Furthermore, after he replaced the original crocodile-dragon blood essence and fifth-tier Profound Turtle blood essence with the blood essence of Little Xuan Turtle and a Flood Dragon, it had advanced even further, increasing its defensive power once more.
At this moment, with a thought, countless multicolored Heavenly Phoenix feathers appeared on the back of his armor.
The massive feathers formed a pair of wings, with countless Phoenix Seal Script characters flowing at their tips, clearly indicating extraordinary spatial abilities.
Whoosh whoosh!
With a flap of his wings, Fang Xi's figure entered the spatial passage and vanished.
With his current defensive and spatial capabilities, he had a high certainty of even clandestinely crossing into the Earthly Immortal World through spatial rifts. Passing through such a short spatial passage was naturally as light as a cloud and easy as a breeze, requiring no effort at all.
...
Minghuan World.
A place of picturesque mountains and clear waters.
The void twisted, transforming into a passage.
Fang Xi's figure flew out from it. He casually formed hand seals, smoothing out the spatial fissure.
Otherwise, if left to span the void, it would be a devastating weapon, even for Core Formation and Nascent Soul cultivators. . .
"The spiritual energy of this world. . . is quite excellent."
His Divine Consciousness spread with unfathomable reach. After sensing the spiritual energy environment of the Minghuan World, he couldn't help but nod secretly.
Such a world, abundant in spiritual energy, was only slightly inferior even compared to the Human World during its ancient peak.
No wonder the sects of this world produced Soul Transformation cultivators for generations, and there were even ascendants every few centuries!
"The most important thing now is to find a place abundant in spiritual energy for secluded cultivation. . . The Mountain Sea Pearl is only a last resort."
Fang Xi murmured to himself.
Although the Mountain Sea Pearl had been upgraded after devouring the Boundless Sea Realm, its increased size meant its spiritual energy density had somewhat decreased, making it not a good choice.
Even if he were to forcefully stack spirit-eye objects to create a spirit vein, it would still need to satisfy the cultivation of the Demonic Tree of Primordial Beginning, Little Xuan Turtle, and Taisui. . . It would truly be a bit crowded for Fang Xi to join them there.
"The Minghuan World is so vast, there must be fifth-tier spirit veins!"
He muttered, preparing to first find a cultivation force and inquire about the situation.
...
Immortal Fate Market.
Fang Xi entered, and with a sweep of his Divine Consciousness, he chose a direction.
Not long after, he arrived before an antique-styled pavilion.
The pavilion's main gate was half-closed, and a plaque above it bore the three large characters 'Fine Rain Pavilion'.
"Fellow Daoist. . ."
Just as Fang Xi was about to enter, two young attendants emerged: "Apologies. . . our pavilion is not open today."
"Is that so?"
He sneered, transmitting a few words with his Divine Consciousness.
Not long after, the main gate of Fine Rain Pavilion swung wide open. An elderly man with a childlike face and crane's hair respectfully came out to greet him: "My subordinates were blind and negligent towards Senior, please do not blame them. . ."
"Pavilion Master? !"
The two young attendants were stunned.
One must know, even the Master of the Market, in what meeting was he not polite and respectful towards the Pavilion Master?
Those cultivators who came to pay respects to the Pavilion Master had to fully adhere to the rules of Fine Rain Pavilion, performing all the necessary etiquette, before being allowed entry.
How was it so different this time?
Wait, what did the Pavilion Master, who was already a Nascent Soul True Monarch, just call that person?
The two young attendants' faces instantly turned pale. They collapsed to the ground, so frightened that they wet themselves.
"No matter. . ."
Fang Xi naturally wouldn't bother with mere children. He followed the Fine Rain Pavilion Master into the pavilion.
After passing a screen, the world suddenly expanded before them!
A garden spanning at least a hundred mu appeared before Fang Xi's eyes. Within it were soaring eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted pillars, and dozens of pavilions. Bridges connected the pavilions, subtly forming a defensive array.
"Not bad, you're also a formation master?"
Fang Xi swept his gaze around, finding it somewhat interesting.
Moreover, this space was clearly different from other places, bearing a distinct resemblance to entering the grotto-heaven of the Mountain Sea Pearl.
This made him sigh with emotion; the Minghuan World had indeed advanced to the forefront of the Human World and Kyushu World in refining void grotto-heaven type treasures.
"I wouldn't dare. . . This old man merely has a rudimentary understanding of formations. It's just that I've been fortunate enough to be favored by fellow Daoists and hired a few times to make a living. . ."
The Fine Rain Pavilion Master, while being cautious, racked his brains, yet he couldn't figure out how there could be such a Soul Transformation cultivator in the Minghuan World.
"Coincidentally, this venerable one is also a formation master."
Fang Xi nodded, then followed the Fine Rain Pavilion Master into one of the pavilions.
After the host and guest were seated, a puppet maidservant immediately stepped forward and offered a cup of fragrant tea.
Even during his Wood Spirit Body stage, Fang Xi had not feared most poisons. Now that he had achieved the Eternal Evergreen Body, even a potent poison like 'Thousand Absolutes Poison', capable of killing Soul Transformation cultivators, was utterly useless. He immediately took a sip and smiled: "Good tea. . ."
"This Nine Treasures Fragrant Tea cost this old man quite a bit of effort; it's good that Senior likes it," the Fine Rain Pavilion Master said with a smile.
"Mm, this venerable one has a few questions for you. . ."
Fang Xi set down his tea cup and said casually.
"Senior, please ask freely. This old man will speak all he knows, holding nothing back! " the Fine Rain Pavilion Master immediately assured.
"Don't be so worried, they are just ordinary questions. . . " Fang Xi glanced at the Nascent Soul cultivator and couldn't help but smile: "This venerable one never owes anyone. I can offer you a few pointers in the Dao of formations. . ."
Immediately, the two began to converse.
Fang Xi asked some common questions, and incidentally tested the Fine Rain Pavilion Master's formation mastery. One could only say it was barely decent, counting as mid-grade fourth-tier.
For many forces in this world, a fourth-tier formation master was already a talent to be vigorously courted, but for him, it was merely so-so.
Fang Xi's casual pointers alone caused the Fine Rain Pavilion Master to feel a sudden enlightenment, and by the end, his gaze towards Fang Xi was filled with gratitude. . .
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