I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

The Corpse-Sinking Evil Land, a top-tier 'forbidden zone' in the Great Yan Cultivation Realm, was formed at least tens of thousands of years ago. That's an extremely distant era.

This long period of time is enough to wear down any cultivator at the Integration stage. Only those who are called 'Immortals', such as Mahayana Immortals and Tribulation Transcending Immortals, have a chance to survive and extend their lives to this day.

In other words, if the master of that secret palace—Ling Jiangzi—is truly 'not dead,' then either his method of prolonging life is unique and belongs to an unparalleled skill, enabling him to evade the pursuit of the 'life-ending tribulation.'

Or perhaps their strength is extraordinary... when they were undergoing the 'Longevity Tribulation,' they were comparable to Mahayana immortals.

Is it equivalent to a Mahayana immortal?
"No! That's impossible. It's true that this cultivator's realm and strength are extraordinary. But it's absolutely impossible for him to be at the Mahayana level." Wei Tu shook his head secretly.

This repairman's battle record is verifiable.

Even a weakened Mahayana cultivator could not possibly have failed to completely destroy the Holy Buddha Temple, a human realm Nascent Soul sect, and allowed it to flee to the Eastern Region.

"Since its strength hasn't reached that level, this 'spirit zombie' most likely possesses a Mahayana-level tribulation-crossing treasure..."

Thinking of this, Wei Tu's expression softened, but a hint of greed also arose deep in his eyes.

Coincidentally, he also urgently needed a tribulation-crossing treasure to overcome the remaining three tribulations of life-severing, so as to break through the hidden life realm of life cultivators ahead of schedule within the Fusion Realm.

More than 500 years have passed.

The resurrected 'Purple-Faced Hermit' could not possibly still be at the Nascent Soul level, but... with the [Longevity Immortal Lamp] in hand and his physical body at the seventh rank, he was no ordinary person either.

Not to mention, there was also a 'Mahayana Dharma Power' given to him by Zi Chi Jun as a life-saving item and a trump card.

"However, this matter should not be rushed. At least, it cannot be done now. The Nan Hua Relics of the Great Cang Cultivation World, and that 'Innate Ancient Demon' body... are more important to me at the moment..."

"Once we have these two items, it won't be too late to deal with this cultivator. At that time, we'll have a better chance of success."

"Besides—now, he is in the open, while I am in the shadows."

Wei Tu's thoughts raced, and after taking a deep breath, he suppressed the greed in his heart.

At the same time, he withdrew the 'Hun'e Evil Eye' from its spying, to avoid alerting the enemy.

However, this was my intention.

However, after releasing the Foundation Establishment cultivator he had captured, Wei Tu did not immediately flee towards the Great Cang Cultivation Realm. Instead, he turned and headed straight for the Eastern Region of the Great Yan Cultivation Realm.

The treasure is heavy.

But right now, he also needs to obtain more accurate first-hand information about the human realm after the appearance of the Purple-Faced Hermit.

This was not the widely circulated, misleading information that the Foundation Establishment cultivator claimed, as he was only three hundred years old. The events of the past five hundred years were already a distant memory for him.

"I hope Qingfeng and the others are alright, otherwise..." Wei Tu's eyes flashed coldly, trying his best not to think the worst about the safety of his old friends like Luqiu Qingfeng.

With the many treasures and talismans he left for Lüqiu Qingfeng before his ascension, Lüqiu Qingfeng's strength at that time was comparable to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Furthermore, with over seven hundred years of cultivation before the Purple-Faced Hermit appeared, his strength might not be the strongest in the Great Yan cultivation world, but it would certainly not be inferior to veteran mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators like Master Lan.

Therefore, it is unlikely that Luqiu Qingfeng alone would be in any danger.

However, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Who knows if this "Purple-Faced Hermit" deliberately concealed his true abilities when dealing with the Holy Buddha Temple.

"What happened? Why did I suddenly faint?"

A moment later, after Wei Tu had disappeared into the distance, the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been bewitched by Wei Tu's divine sense slowly came back to his senses.

He glanced around in surprise, and after realizing that he was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, as if he had realized something, he clutched the pill that had suddenly appeared in his arms tightly, and with a mixture of surprise and panic, he ran away.

……

Half a month later.

By the time they arrived in the Eastern Region of the Great Yan, Wei Tu had already confirmed much of the information he had obtained from the Foundation Establishment cultivator and the specific conjectures he had made based on that information.

one.

As he had expected, the reason why the Purple-Faced Hermit went on a killing spree and frequently destroyed sects was to seize the fifth-order spiritual veins occupied by the various Nascent Soul sects in the Great Yan cultivation world.

The corner of the Swordfire Palace's spiritual vein that he had been spying on was also firmly sealed by the Fusion Restriction, becoming a place devoid of spirits, and it seemed to be nurturing some kind of treasure.

Second.

More than 500 years ago, the Swordfire Palace and the Holy Buddha Temple were indeed defeated by the Corpse King Sect and fled to the eastern region of the Great Yan Cultivation Realm.

However, the 'Palace Master' of Swordfire Palace and Abbess Lan of Holy Buddha Temple survived. With the help of the Supreme Elder 'Mao Wenhan' and 'Black Wolf Taoist' of the Flying Immortal Alliance, as well as a mysterious female cultivator, they escaped to overseas lands in the Eastern Region and disappeared without a trace.

In addition, the Purple-Faced Hermit was also seriously injured in this battle and retreated back to the Corpse King Sect in the Central Region, never to emerge again.

This aligns with Wei Tu's assessment of the 'Purple-Faced Hermit's' strength; while he is powerful, he is not yet strong enough to rival a Mahayana immortal or disregard the rules of the human realm.

"This mysterious female cultivator must be Qingfeng. There are only a handful of Nascent Soul cultivators in the human realm; it's impossible for an unknown Nascent Soul cultivator to suddenly appear... Only Qingfeng would offer assistance to sects like the Holy Buddha Temple..."

Wei Tu thought to himself.

"But Black Wolf Daoist... this fellow has actually become a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Thinking of this information he had gathered, Wei Tu was still surprised.

A thousand years ago, this cultivator had made a great name for himself in the Quasi-Deity Transformation Realm and was considered a top figure in the Nascent Soul stage of the Great Yan Cultivation World. However, in terms of aptitude, he was not outstanding compared to cultivators from other Deity Transformation sects.

But soon after, he seemed to realize something, and a strange look appeared on his face.

Back then, after his trip to Golden Flame Island, Black Wolf Daoist rallied a group of quasi-Nascent Soul cultivators and petitioned him to create an alliance so that he could lead these quasi-Nascent Soul cultivators.

At that time, he found it troublesome and did not want the title of alliance leader. Instead, he and Mao Wenhan, a rogue cultivator from the Eastern Region who had transformed into a Nascent Soul, became the supreme elders of the alliance.

The position of leader of this alliance naturally fell to Black Wolf Taoist, who had a 'companionship' with him and was also quite powerful.

One can easily imagine the benefits this 'convenience' brings to one's cultivation...

"If it weren't for the sudden rise of the Corpse King Sect, the Flying Immortal Alliance would have become a dominant force in the Eastern Region..."

Wei Tu gazed into the distance at the former headquarters of the Flying Immortal Alliance, which had stood five hundred years ago, and sighed inwardly.

Five hundred years passed without him noticing, even when he was in the Spirit Realm and the Primordial Demon Source Realm.

However, in the human realm, the world of martial arts has changed several times.

Fortunately, his return to the human realm was timely enough... Otherwise, once the 'Purple-Faced Hermit' emerged from seclusion, the Holy Buddha Temple and other sects would not have just 'fled in disarray,' but would have been completely wiped out by this cultivator.

"And where in the far reaches of the Eastern Seas could Master Lan and the others find a hiding place... and there's no need to worry about the Purple-Faced Hermit coming after them..."

Wei Tu flew to the eastern coast and, after searching for a while, suddenly thought of a place he was very familiar with and that met the requirements for hiding places for Master Lan and the others—Golden Flame Island.

The ancient forbidden formations on this island are so powerful that even cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage dare not easily unleash their full power.

In addition, the 'spatial rift' within Golden Flame Island leading to the Ancient Demon Realm can also serve as a last resort for Master Lan and others after they are no match for 'Purple-Faced Hermit'.

Admittedly... this 'spatial rift' is not easy to pass through. Without the cultivation of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, one can only ascend at will and be torn apart by the immense spatial pressure.

It is quite remarkable, and is not a 'good place' for ordinary cultivators to escape the pursuit of the Corpse King Sect.

However, the decision-makers were precisely powerful Nascent Soul cultivators like Master Lan and Mao Wenhan.

These people's "escape route" is the real escape route in their eyes!
"...Perhaps only in this way would the Purple-Faced Hermit give up the pursuit of Master Lan and the others, return to the Corpse King Sect, and remain there for five hundred years..."

……

With a predetermined destination in mind.

Wei Tu's travel speed increased significantly in an instant.

It took less than five days.

He fled from the eastern coastal region of the Great Yan Cultivation Realm to 'Golden Flame Island', located in the far sea.

The island is exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago, but the ancient restrictions outside the island, in the eyes of Wei Tu, a master of formations, clearly show signs of human intervention.

Through the forbidden array, one can clearly see that in some safe areas inside the island, there are more shadowy jade-colored pavilions and golden Buddhist temples.

His judgment was correct.

Master Lan and the others had indeed hidden themselves in what was, for them, the safest place: 'Golden Flame Island'.

However, after a moment's thought, Wei Tu did not openly reveal his presence but instead went directly to the door to request an audience.

He used the two powerful spiritual eye techniques, 'Hun'e Evil Eye' and 'Wang Ri Golden Eye', to observe the operation of the island-protecting formation in front of him for a while. Then, he immediately cast several hand seals on his body.

Then, he flicked his sleeves and instantly approached the vicinity of the island's protective formation.

An amazing thing happened.

The array of light, resembling an inverted jade bowl, instantly malfunctioned the moment it approached his body, allowing him to easily pass through it.

The remaining warning formations also paused for a moment as the spiritual light on his body flickered, making it difficult to detect any trace or aura of him.

"The Five Elements Law may not be as powerful as the Law of Thunder or the Law of Darkness when fighting enemies, but in the realm of formations... it is enough to break 90% of the formations in the world, making it a veritable nemesis of formations..."

Upon arriving at Golden Flame Island, Wei Tu glanced back at the multicolored ancient forbidden array behind him and a faint smile appeared on his face.

However, the smile on his face didn't last long. After scanning Golden Flame Island with his divine sense, his brows furrowed and his expression became more serious.

This island was indeed as he had expected, the hiding place of Master Lan and the others.

But this island... is missing the person he values ​​most—Luqiu Qingfeng.

If he hadn't known from the 'intelligence' he'd gathered in the Eastern Region that Luqiu Qingfeng was among those rescuing Master Lan, he wouldn't have taken the matter to heart.

Now that Luqiu Qingfeng has appeared in this matter and left a significant mark, given that this woman is just as cautious as him, it is highly unlikely that she would suddenly leave the island before dealing with the purple-faced man.

"Fellow Daoist Black Wolf, there is something I am puzzled about. I wonder if you can enlighten me?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Wei Tu arrived in the jade-colored pavilion where the Black Wolf Taoist was resting in an instant.

He gazed intently at this person from over a thousand years in the future and asked in a deep voice.

The words fell.

The Black Wolf Taoist, who was in meditation, was slightly taken aback, as if he could not believe that a voice had suddenly appeared in his ear.

But soon, as he subconsciously opened his eyes, he immediately saw—the blue figure in his memory that could never reappear in the human world.

The figure in blue was thin, with an ordinary face and an unremarkable aura.

However, what he saw in his eyes startled him, and a look of awe instantly appeared on his face.

"Senior Wei...?" Black Wolf Taoist broke out in a cold sweat, startled and suddenly stood up. He wiped his eyes and asked in disbelief.

"No! Impossible! Senior Wei has already ascended to the Upper Realm. Who are you, daring to impersonate Senior Wei!"

The next moment, the Black Wolf Taoist realized something was wrong. His expression changed, and in an instant, his figure transformed into a wolf-headed human several meters tall. He raised his black wolf claws, which were the size of a fan, and slashed fiercely towards the direction where Wei Tu was.

At the same time, a fifth-order spiritual treasure resembling a whisk was also summoned by him in that instant. Like a white ribbon, it swept towards Wei Tu's back, intending to block Wei Tu's retreat.

But Wei Tu, who witnessed this scene, neither flinched nor retreated.

With a smile on his lips, he easily blocked the immense force capable of crushing mountains when the Black Wolf Taoist's fan-like claws came slapping down.

The magical whisk, after being shot out by a burst of magic power from his fingertip, was instantly immobilized and spun in the air before landing in the palm of his other hand.

"After a thousand years, Fellow Daoist Black Wolf's 'Bloodline Demonic Arts' has made a new breakthrough. The power of this palm strike is actually forty percent of the full-force attack of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator..."

Wei Tu smiled faintly and expressed his admiration.

"This junior... greets Senior Wei."

Upon seeing this, the Black Wolf Taoist's expression changed several times before he immediately withdrew his magic, returned to his original Taoist attire, and respectfully bowed to Wei Tu.

He didn't know whether Wei Tu was real or fake.

But he knew that even if what Wei Tu said was false, he could only grit his teeth and believe that this person was indeed Wei Tu.

Because even a Nascent Soul cultivator like him seemed like someone who could be killed with a flick of his finger in his presence.

"At this time, nearly 1200 years have passed since Senior Wei ascended to immortality. Why... would Senior Wei suddenly descend to the mortal realm and return to the human world?" Black Wolf Daoist narrowed his eyes and asked, wanting to further confirm the authenticity of Wei Tu's identity. (End of Chapter)