Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 913 The Descent to the Realm Ends, Lei Jun's Prestige Remains!
Although the Que clan is only one of the "multi-level" forces, it is not weak because it has a late-stage Void Refinement Ancestor in charge.

If we can use the Que family as a springboard to gain a firm foothold before making further plans, it would be a prudent strategy.

"In that case, I'll trouble you." Zhou Xun nodded slightly, accepting Que Le's invitation.

Que Le was overjoyed and quickly said, "It is an honor for the Que family that you would be here, senior!"

Zhou Xun's gaze swept across the surroundings, revealing corpses strewn across the valley, with many cultivators' storage bags scattered on the ground. He then waved his hand...
Two beams of light shot out, and Xiao Jin and Xiao Jia appeared before him, giving instructions.

"Collect these cultivators' treasures, and then bury their remains!"

"Yes!"

Soon, Xiao Jia and Xiao Jin transformed into two streaks of light and began to traverse the ground.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all the cultivators' belongings were collected, and their remains were properly buried.

Zhou Xun took the storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense, discovering that it contained many rare materials and cultivation manuals, making it a very fruitful haul.

There were over three hundred spirit crystals, and even more other spiritual items.

"Senior, where should we go next? Should we set off back to Wandao Lake now?" Que Le asked respectfully.

Zhou Xun shook his head upon hearing this.

"The Grand Ceremony of Descending to the Realm still has some time to go, so let's split up for now. Once it's over, you can come to the Heavenly Pavilion to find me!"

As he spoke, Zhou Xun took out a jade talisman.
"This is my communication jade talisman. If anything happens, just crush it, and I will arrive in time!"

"Yes!"

Que Le accepted the jade talisman with both hands and solemnly put it into his pocket.

After making the arrangements, Zhou Xun nodded slightly to Que Le, then his figure flashed and transformed into a streak of azure light, disappearing into the horizon.

……

Several days later, deep within the Land of Descending Boundaries.

Zhou Xun stood in mid-air, his gaze falling on a deep valley. The spiritual energy here was rich, and faint rosy light rose from it, clearly indicating that a great treasure was hidden there.

"Looks like this is it." He muttered to himself, then his figure descended and he landed in the valley.

The valley was shrouded in mist, and all around was silent, with only a faint spiritual pressure permeating the air.

Zhou Xun scanned the valley with his divine sense and discovered an ancient stone platform at the bottom of the valley. The platform was covered with intricate runes, and a fist-sized crimson crystal floated in the center, radiating a scorching aura.

"A fire-type treasure?" Zhou Xun's gaze narrowed slightly. He was about to step forward to investigate when suddenly his brows furrowed and he abruptly retreated!

"boom--!"

A crimson pillar of fire erupted from the stone platform, shooting straight into the sky. The scorching flames swept around, even distorting the space itself.

"As expected, there's a restriction." Zhou Xun sneered, raised his hand and waved the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword, which slashed out horizontally. The purple lightning collided with the pillar of fire, unleashing a deafening roar!

A gap was cleaved open in the pillar of fire, and Zhou Xun flashed into it, grabbing at the crimson crystal!
However, just as he was about to touch the crystal, a chilling voice suddenly rang out—

"Fellow Daoist, this is not something you can touch."

Before he finished speaking, a jet-black blade of light slashed out from the void, heading straight for Zhou Xun's neck!
Zhou Xun's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly shifted to the side. The blade grazed his robes and carved a deep trench in the ground.

"Hidden and showing your true colors, come out!" he shouted coldly, and with a backhand slash of the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword, lightning bolts roared like an angry dragon, crashing towards a certain point in the void!
"boom!"

The void shattered, and a dark figure stumbled out. It was a sinister man dressed in a black robe, holding a pitch-black short blade, surrounded by a chilling aura.

"How...how is this possible? How could you have seen through my Void Concealment Technique!"

The sinister-looking man was filled with horror, but his short blade didn't stop moving. In an instant, it transformed into hundreds of dark blade beams, pouring down on Zhou Xun like a torrential rain.

Zhou Xun snorted coldly, and the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword drew a mysterious arc in the air, with the phantom image of thunder-patterned grass reappearing at the tip of the sword.

Those seemingly sharp blades vanished without a trace the moment they touched the grass.

"The power of intent!" The sinister man's pupils constricted sharply, and he retreated rapidly.

"You're the Void Refinement Old Monster in disguise!"

"I have offended you greatly, please forgive me!" The man waved his hand, and a hundred spirit crystals flew out. At the same time, he became illusory again and disappeared into the air.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun snorted coldly and put the spirit crystal away.
It took several days to break the restriction and finally obtain the fifth-grade 'Fire Lotus Crystal'.

A month later, on a mountain peak, a mid-grade fifth-tier 'Crimson Frost Lotus' bloomed.
It attracted dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Zhou Xun remained hidden in the clouds, coldly observing the struggle among the cultivators below.

Zhou Xun stood with his hands behind his back on a cloud, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze calmly surveying the fierce battle below. Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators displayed their supernatural abilities, their magical treasures shimmering, and the roar of spells echoing endlessly.

The "Crimson Frost Lotus" was crystal clear, with its petals half-open and half-closed, radiating a strange spiritual power that intertwined a faint cold light with a fiery aura.

"boom!"

A beam of cyan sword light swept across, and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator coughed up blood and flew backward.

An old man in purple robes stood proudly, his aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator undisguised.

"This item belongs to my Xuanjian Sect. You all must leave at once!" the purple-robed elder coldly shouted, accompanied by more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators.
Just then, another powerful aura descended from the sky.

"The Xuanjian Sect is quite imposing!" A beautiful woman in a red dress arrived, her feet shimmering with crimson silk. "Such a spiritual treasure belongs to whoever is capable!"

In the blink of an eye, seven more Nascent Soul Peak cultivators appeared, and the four sides confronted each other, creating a tense atmosphere.

Zhou Xun smiled and watched the battle below with great interest; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Just as the Nascent Soul cultivators were restraining each other, he swayed and transformed into a wisp of breeze, drifting towards the Spirit Lotus.

"Be bold!"

"court death!"

The seven Nascent Soul Peak cultivators roared simultaneously, each employing their own methods to block the attack. The purple-robed elder's cyan sword light was the fastest, reaching Zhou Xun's back in the blink of an eye.

Without turning his head, Zhou Xun pointed a finger out. A thin bolt of lightning, as fine as a hair, shot out and collided with the sword light.

"Crack!"

A sickening sound rang out, and the cyan sword light shattered like glass. The purple-robed old man groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"The power of artistic conception!" the beautiful woman in the red dress exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly withdrew her hand and retreated.

Zhou Xun had already reached the Spirit Lotus. With a flick of his sleeve, he placed it into a specially made jade box. The entire process was swift and seamless, taking only a moment.

"Leave the Spirit Lotus behind!" a burly man in black robes roared, unleashing a blood-red seal that slammed down.

Zhou Xun's eyes turned cold, and the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword was suddenly drawn. The illusory image of thunder-patterned grass reappeared on the sword, lightly slicing across the blood-red seal.

"laugh--"

With what appeared to be a casual sword strike, the crimson seal was sliced ​​in two as easily as tofu. The black-robed giant, his magical artifact destroyed, immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Attack together!" the purple-robed elder gritted his teeth and shouted, and the four of them attacked at the same time.

Azure sword light, crimson silk shadows, black demonic energy, and golden Buddhist light—four distinct forces attacked from all directions.

Zhou Xun let out a long roar, and lightning crackled around him. Seventy-two chains of lightning appeared out of thin air, weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning. "Boom!"

Four attacks struck the lightning net, unleashing a storm of lightning and fire. Zhou Xun seized the opportunity to soar into the sky, preparing to leave.

"Stop him!" Upon seeing this, dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators below unanimously unleashed their magical treasures to block him.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Xun's eyes: "You're courting death!"

He pointed his sword, and the Xuan Ting Thunder Sword transformed into a hundred-foot-long thunder dragon, roaring as it charged into the crowd. Two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were the first to be hit, and their defensive magic treasures shattered like paper.

"Do not--"

Amidst screams, the two were swallowed by the lightning dragon and instantly turned to ashes. The other cultivators, terrified at the sight, fled in panic.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators also changed their expressions drastically and dared not step forward again.

"We were blind and ignorant, please forgive us, senior!"

Zhou Xun glanced around indifferently, and under everyone's watchful eyes, slowly walked to the spiritual herb, picked it, and put it into his storage bag. Only then did he put away his Thunder Sword and transform into a streak of azure light, drifting away.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared into the horizon that everyone came to their senses.

"Who exactly is this person?" the beautiful woman in the red dress asked, still feeling uneasy.

The purple-robed elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "To be able to master the power of intent, one must be a legendary Void Refinement cultivator. I never expected such a legendary figure to come!"

On a distant mountain peak, Zhou Xun took out a cold jade box and examined the "Crimson Frost Lotus" inside with satisfaction.

"continue--"

Over the next few months, Zhou Xun launched attacks in various locations.
Wandering through the Hundred Thousand Mountains, relying on his powerful divine sense and mastery of thunder magic, he successively found several rare spiritual items.

Meanwhile, a legend about a 'Thunder Lord' gradually began to circulate.

This person is extremely powerful; even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be no match for him. However, his actions are reminiscent of those of an ancient chivalrous knight.
They only take treasures and rarely harm people.

Soon, the days passed quickly, and finally the day of the Descent Ceremony came to an end.

Suddenly, a golden line stretched across ten thousand miles, splitting open the sky.

Zhou Xun suddenly looked up and saw the golden line slowly unfold like a giant curtain, revealing a dazzling galaxy behind it.

The originally distorted clouds now rolled to both sides like the receding tide, and colorful rays of light cascaded down like a waterfall.

"The descent is over!" Zhou Xun's pupils contracted slightly, the fifth-tier "Mysterious Yin Spirit Mushroom" he had just picked still covered in dew.

The entire world suddenly trembled violently, and a rumbling roar came from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The spatial rifts that pierced the heavens and the earth began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Xun clearly felt that the mysterious power suppressing his cultivation was fading, and the long-dormant Nascent Soul cultivation power within his body was beginning to revive like ice thawing in spring.

Zhou Xun's robes fluttered in the wind as he fully activated his Spirit Rhinoceros Azure Light Eyes.

Runes appeared in the sky, reassembling along specific trajectories, and the originally stable spatial structure began to disintegrate like a jigsaw puzzle.

At the same time, the entire sky transformed into a giant vortex.

Countless illusory pavilions and towers appeared in the clouds, which were the projections of the "Mysterious Spirit Realm" when they first descended.

But unlike when they arrived, these phantoms are fading rapidly, as if forcibly pulled from this world by some force.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Lights of escape erupted from all directions as the surviving cultivators hastily fled the closing spatial node. Some were caught in the spatial turbulence and instantly torn to shreds.
Even worse, some attempted to stay, only to be forced to their knees and vomit blood by the sudden force of the rules.

Further away, the Nascent Soul cultivators whose cultivation had been suppressed soared into the sky one after another, and magnificent auras once again enveloped the heavens and earth.

"It's time to go." He put away the jade cup, turned around, and flew away into the distance.

A month later, Zhou Xun reappeared at the place where 'Sun Yuanxuan' had been settled.

He patted his waist.
Xiao Jia flew out, landed on the ground, and transformed into a boy.
"Go, bring Miss Sun out here!"

Meanwhile, Sun Yuanxuan was sitting in the underground stone chamber, idly staring blankly.

At this moment, she began to hate herself for her low cultivation level, feeling that no matter where she went, she would only be a burden.

"When we get back this time, we must cultivate diligently, otherwise we won't even be qualified to stay by the young master's side!"

Just as he was pondering this, a young boy suddenly appeared in the stone chamber.
"Miss Sun!" Xiao Jia bowed respectfully.
"But the young master is back!" Sun Yuanxuan was overjoyed to see the black-armored armadillo.
"Yes, I am here on my master's orders to take you out!"

"Let's go then!"

Then Xiao Jia released a beam of spiritual light, enveloping Sun Yuanxuan.

Then, like a fish entering water, he disappeared into the upper rock layer and quickly fled towards the ground.

In just over ten breaths, Sun Yuanxuan reappeared on the ground.

Looking at the handsome, refined man not far away, she couldn't help but call out:
"Son!"

A clear shout came from behind, and Sun Yuanxuan walked over quickly, her eyes filled with joy.

Although she was trapped in the underground stone chamber for several months, the pills and spirit crystals left by Zhou Xun allowed her to make some progress in her cultivation.

"Have you made any progress during this time?" Zhou Xun asked with a slight smile.

Sun Yuanxuan nodded quickly: "Young Master, although I have not been able to go out, I have been cultivating every day and have made a lot of progress."

Zhou Xun took the device, scanned it with his divine sense, and nodded slightly: "Not bad."

He paused for a moment, then said, "The descent into the realm is over. Next, I will leave the Ten Thousand Mountains and head to Ten Thousand Island Lake. Would you be willing to come with me?"

"Of course, if you don't want to go, I will make proper arrangements!"

Sun Yuanxuan replied without hesitation, "Yuanxuan is willing to follow you, young master!"

Zhou Xun smiled faintly, waved his sleeve, and a blue flying boat appeared out of thin air.

"Let's go back to Beishan City first!"

Half a month later, Zhou Xun returned to Beishan City aboard his cyan flying boat. From afar, this once majestic city of the immortal realm was completely unrecognizable.

The once towering Star Iron City Wall is now covered in cracks, with several collapsed gaps resembling the fangs of a giant beast. The limbs of the "city-guarding puppets" that once stood guard on the city tower are now scattered and devoid of any spiritual light.

The jade plaque at the city gate, imbued with the true essence of the Great Dao, hung askew in mid-air, cracked and devoid of its former imposing aura.

After entering the city, the anti-flight formation had already become ineffective, but Zhou Xun still chose to walk, stepping over the rubble and scorched earth.

On both sides of the street, half of the once ornately decorated buildings are now in ruins. The gilded signboard of Tianbao Pavilion is broken in two and half-hidden in the rubble. The vermilion pillars of Zhiweilou are charred black, and the remaining aroma of spiritual cuisine is completely covered by the smell of blood.

Although the "Immortal Suppressing Pagoda" in the center of the city had not collapsed, its body was dull and lifeless, and the pearl embedded at the top of the pagoda was shattered.

The most shocking sight was the former site of Beishan Prefecture, where the palace complex, a symbol of the city lord's authority, was reduced to ruins and the earth's veins were violently overturned.

Sun Yuanxuan sighed softly: "Four years ago, when I first arrived here, I was amazed by the 'celestial aura,' but now..."

"Let's go, let's head to Tianque Pavilion!"

(End of this chapter)