I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Based on his spatial perception originating from the spirit world.

After entering this spiritual cultivation site, Wei Tu found the "spatial node" that led to the spirit world within two days.

"There are indeed natural barriers..."

Wei Tu raised his hand and touched the spatial node in front of him with the Dark Law. In that instant, he felt an inexplicable power that annihilated the demonic light derived from his Dark Law.

He opened his "Hun'e Evil Eyes" and captured the existence of this "natural restriction." It exuded immortal energy and shone with golden light. Inside, there were countless tiny tadpole-like characters in gold and silver, making it look extremely mysterious.

However, when he channeled his spiritual energy, the "natural restriction" vanished instantly, as if allowing him to flow freely.

"What exactly is so special about the Spirit Realm?"

Upon seeing this, Wei Tu frowned slightly, surprised but also curious.

After all, in his view, the difference between these spiritual cultivation realms in the Purple Palace Realm and the Spirit Realm was simply that one was small and the other was large; it wasn't to the point of being worlds apart.

Now... with this "natural restriction" added to the spirit world, it suddenly seems incredibly mysterious.

"Once I reach the Mahayana stage, perhaps I'll have the chance to explore the secrets of this world. The Integration stage is still far too weak..."

Wei Tu shook his head, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Then, he moved his lips slightly and chanted a spell. Instantly, a "cultivator" exactly like him split off from his body. The cultivator had his eyes slightly closed, sat cross-legged, and was just like a living person, constantly radiating a strong demonic aura.

"With this 'false body' formed by the Seven Mystic Demonic Bodies, it's enough to fool the ancient demon guards outside. Even if a demon lord comes to investigate... unless it's a provocation, it's impossible for him to deliberately harm my physical body..."

Wei Tu's eyes flickered slightly. He raised his hand and formed a hand seal, setting up numerous high-level magical restrictions around this "false body" to prevent anyone from spying on him.

After all this was done.

He then took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, stepped into the spatial node in front of him, and fled towards the "spirit realm" on the other side.

After a few breaths.

After completely passing through this "spatial node," he instantly sensed the familiar world rules and the primordial energy of the spirit realm.

It seemed to have an infinite gravitational pull, drawing him down to this spot.

Half a day later, after a dizzying spin, he successfully passed through the "spatial rift" and landed in the void of the spirit world.

"It took almost a month less than teleporting from the 'Black Mist Swamp'... It seems that, given the distance between the 'Purple Heaven Realm' and the 'Spirit Realm,' they truly are neighboring realms... No wonder, when ancient demons invade the Spirit Realm, they usually choose the Purple Heaven Realm as a stepping stone..."

Wei Tu stopped in mid-air and pondered.

However, after this thought came to mind, he immediately turned around and looked at the "spatial rift" that was about to close, trying to capture the spatial node he had just teleported to once again.

But unfortunately...

This time, he failed once again.

It remained the same as what he had observed after his previous cross-dimensional teleportations: hidden in the void, indistinct and uncertain, as if obscured by some great power.

"It seems that the most reliable way to return to the 'Primordial Demon Source Realm' next time is through the [Boundary Severing Stone] I possess..."

"But at that time, there would be a certain chance of directly confronting the Purple Blood Demon Lord..."

Wei Tu frowned slightly, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

But this "ugly" look was fleeting; in an instant, he regained his composure and calm.

He had anticipated this situation when he left Tianyuan Holy City.

The reason he remained calm was quite simple.

Once he returns to the Spirit Realm, he will not have difficulty finding a way to deal with the "Purple Blood Demon Lord." At the very least, this method will allow him to escape unscathed when facing the "Purple Blood Demon Lord."

Thinking of this, Wei Tu subconsciously looked at the "Earth Character Dao Seal" on his wrist.

According to his agreement with Fairy Xuanling.

Once he advances to the "Integration Realm," he can fully inherit this woman's Mahayana legacy, including that spatial treasure—the Earth Emperor Pearl.

As long as he possesses this supreme treasure, he can still temporarily evade even some Mahayana immortals, let alone a mere Great Demon Lord like the Purple Blood Demon Lord.

only--

It was slightly different from what Wei Tu had expected.

Although the "Earth Character Dao Seal" in his hand was still faintly glowing and no longer the inanimate object it was in the "Primordial Demon Source Realm," it did not seem to have the same dazzling spiritual light as it did in the "Holy Emperor Domain" and "Divine Fire Immortal Domain" of the human race.

He cannot take him directly to the secret realm of the Venerable King Palace at the moment.

"This place is indeed the Spirit Realm. The only reason is that it's too far from the Human Realm. After all, the Venerable King Palace Secret Realm, or rather the Earth Emperor Pearl, exists near both the Human Realm and the Spirit Realm... No matter how strong Fairy Xuanling is, she's only at the Great Ascension stage, and her supernatural powers don't yet cover the entire Spirit Realm..."

Wei Tu thought for a moment and then felt relieved.

However, just as he was about to use his divine sense to explore this area and determine where he was in the spirit world, in that instant, strands of powerful divine sense also spied over and landed on him one by one.

This is a horrifying scene.

It sent a chill down his spine and made his hair stand on end.

Because—he discovered several powerful beings in the late stage of the Fusion Realm, whose realms far surpassed his own, within these divine senses!
"So unlucky..." Wei Tu groaned inwardly. He never expected that he would be teleported to the territory of a major power instead of some desolate wilderness.

Fortunately, he was not some rogue cultivator; he also had the support of the human race, one of the Ten Spirit Races.

It posed little threat to the three major powers.

However, it still has a certain deterrent effect on ordinary forces.

However, just as he was about to speak up to reveal his human identity and use his magical treasure to defend himself.

These powerful divine senses instantly turned "gentle," showing more goodwill.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Purple Chen Realm?"

"I wonder... how is my hometown?"

Several voices came over.

This scene left Wei Tu stunned, but he also instantly understood who the source of these powerful divine senses was.

—They are the Zichen Realm survivors who fled to the "Spirit Realm" in the "story" told by Lin Tianqi!
These people did not leave this "spatial node," but still regarded this place as an important place, waiting for the arrival of their hometown people!

And... the power of a single realm...

Even in its decline, its remaining "remnants" still wield considerable power, far surpassing the "Twelve Spiritual Cultivation Clans" that remain in the Zichen Realm.

Tens of thousands of years... may be a long time for a junior like Lin Tianqi, perhaps dozens of generations have passed, but for these late-stage Integration Realm experts, it is far from the end of their lives.

He is still "living" in the world!
The words fell.

Dozens of figures appeared one after another in front of Wei Tu.

These people were no different from ordinary cultivators; some were old, some were young, some were men, and some were women. But without exception, their expressions were filled with a sense of desolation, which made the surrounding environment seem even more bleak.

Only the man standing at the very front, dressed in a scholar's robe, retained the demeanor of a strong man, with his left hand behind his back, appearing calm and composed even if the sky were to fall.

Unlike other monks.

Instead of asking pointless questions like "Is the Purple Palace Realm safe and sound?", this cultivator went straight to Wei Tu's origins, which sect he belonged to, and how he escaped the pursuit of the ancient demons and sneaked into the Spirit Realm.

"I, Lin... come from the Lin family of the Twelve Caves. Nowadays, there are not many lineages left in the Purple Chen Realm, only our Twelve Caves family, barely clinging to life..."

In a flash of inspiration, Wei Tu fabricated the identity and background of "Lin Tianqi" as his own.

The twelve Dong families are independent of each other, and it would be too easy to expose him if he were a cultivator from another lineage. But the "Lin family" is different. With the memories of "Lin Tianqi" in his soul, he doesn't have to worry about being exposed.

Moreover, these twelve clans do not strictly adhere to the blood ties of one lineage and one surname. After the destruction of the Zichen Realm, many cultivators with spiritual cultivation aptitude were also gathered under the Lin family's command, either as sons-in-law or adopted sons, and all changed their surname to "Lin".

"This is in accordance with the arrangements we made before we left."

Seeing that Wei Tu's answer was correct, the man in the scholar's robe nodded slightly, his tense expression easing a little.

Or rather, when he saw Wei Tu emerge from the spatial node, he had no doubts about Wei Tu. After all, cultivators who could pass through the "natural restrictions" of the spirit world... were basically one hundred percent spiritual cultivators from their Zi Chen Realm.

"The surname Lin means we are descendants of Brother Yongsi..."

The man in the scholar's robe looked at a hunchbacked old man in the crowd and sighed softly.

Hear this.

Wei Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed the test in this matter.

but--

Before he could even greet the hunchbacked old man...

An extremely familiar aura of a powerful figure swept in from afar and descended upon him.

“Great Princess…” Wei Tu’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the female cultivator in front of him, dressed in a pear-white fairy dress and with crystal-clear dragon horns on her forehead. He was deeply shocked.

Although the woman's face was veiled, obscuring her true features, he had spent several years with her in the "Dragon Refining Ancient Hall" of Dinghai Immortal Ruins, and knew every inch of her figure in great detail!

He never expected that on his very first day back in the Spirit Realm after smuggling himself from the Purple Palace Realm, he would run into this "old enemy".

Fortunately, he returned to the "Spirit Realm" after advancing to the Integration Realm, and he had already disguised himself before returning.

otherwise……

The consequences are extremely unpredictable.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist He, on the joy of meeting a new friend from your hometown..." Princess Qian Ying'er glanced at Wei Tu casually, then curtsied and greeted the man in the scholar's robe.

"The Princess has come here for..."

Upon seeing this, the man in the scholar's robe frowned, seemingly not very welcoming of Qian Ying'er's arrival.

"The remnants of the Zichen Realm have always been on good terms with my Feather Dragon Clan. Just out of respect for those seniors from the Ru Realm, my clan would never make things difficult for this new fellow Daoist... Fellow Daoist He can rest assured about this."

"This time, I have come simply to follow the old custom and bring this fellow Daoist to meet my clan's elders for 'bathing in dragon blood'."

"Bathing in dragon blood?" Wei Tu was startled. He looked up at the scholar-robed man and the others in front of him and found that their faces showed a hint of displeasure after hearing this.

Immediately, he realized that what Qian Ying'er meant by "bathing in dragon blood" was probably not a truly good thing for these survivors of the Purple Palace Realm.

"Once we are bathed in dragon blood and our bodies are transformed, our whereabouts will be entirely at the mercy of that Dragon Lord..."

At that moment, the voice of the scholar in the Confucian robe suddenly rang in Wei Tu's ears.

"only……"

"There was no other way. Back then, the people of my realm were forced to leave their homes and become displaced. In order to gain the protection of the Feathered Dragon Clan, we had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure, agreeing that... all the people of the Purple Palace Realm must 'bathe in dragon blood' and become a member of the Feathered Dragon Clan..."

"And you, although you have just escaped from the Purple Chen Realm, according to the oath you made back then, you are also one of us."

The man in the scholar's robe sighed, his voice filled with helplessness.

"That's why..."

Wei Tu's eyes were clear.

However, in his opinion, the people of the Zichen Realm probably agreed to this "agreement" somewhat willingly back then.

Although the spirit world is vast, it is difficult to accommodate the remnants of a single realm.

Without the approval of the Feathered Dragon Clan, these survivors of the Purple Palace Realm would have nowhere to go even if they escaped to the Spirit Realm.

Choose to "submit" to the Feathered Dragon Clan...

This became almost the only option for these survivors of the Purple Palace Realm!
Of course, it is normal for him to be dissatisfied now. After all, no strong person can accept that he is "semi-controlled" and rarely has any freedom.

"But this method of control isn't necessarily unavoidable..."

Wei Tu raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself.

Immortal cultivators, after being forcibly transformed into "dragon descendants" by "bathing in dragon blood," have no choice but to accept their fate. However, for body refiners... these "dragon blood foreign substances" can be completely refined and expelled from the body.

—Assuming there was no forceful intervention from the Feathered Dragon Clan.

The scholar-robed man seemed to have heard Wei Tu's thoughts, gave a bitter smile, and continued, "To avoid this drawback... there is only one way: break through to the sixth level of body refinement and forcibly refine the dragon blood essence... In that case, the Feathered Dragon Clan will not forcibly interfere. But how can we, the remnants, have the opportunity to find body refinement resources and cultivate our body refinement realm while under strict control..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Tu's expression became slightly strange. After all, he was a seventh-level body refiner. If there were no future problems, he could be considered to have unintentionally gained an opportunity from his "old enemy."
—It goes without saying how powerful the "dragon blood" that can reverse the combined body is.

"and……"

At this point, the man in the scholar's robe seemed hesitant, unsure whether to continue. But quickly, remembering that Wei Tu was also a remnant of the Zi Chen Realm… he gritted his teeth and continued:

"Among us survivors, a few were fortunate enough to successfully cultivate their bodies. However, after their breakthroughs, these people still chose to submit to the Feathered Dragon Clan... To appease them, the Feathered Dragon Clan granted them marriages with the Imperial Princess..."

"These people are the 'seniors' that the Great Princess mentioned. That's right! With the support of the Feathered Dragon Clan, one of them successfully broke through to the Mahayana Realm... After all, they can be considered talents of this realm."

"Perhaps—and this is precisely why the Feathered Dragon Clan values ​​us survivors so highly, hoping that one or two Mahayana cultivators may emerge from among us."

The man in the scholar's robe sighed.

In his heart, he rejected this act of naturalization.

But he also had to admit that this "naturalization" was extremely beneficial to them, the remnants of the fallen dynasty.

People...can't always live in the past.

after all.

The Purple Palace Realm no longer exists.

They have become homeless.

Although the Feathered Dragon Clan is a family that contains "scheming," it will also provide warmth if one chooses to accept it.

"But... the deep hatred is unforgettable, the great ambition is unforgettable..."

The scholar-robed man murmured softly, his face finally displaying the desolation typical of other survivors of the Purple Palace Realm. (End of Chapter)