Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Improving Spiritual Root Qualifications

Chapter 924 The Divine Transformation Heavenly Lord, truly deserving of the title!
Zhou Xun sat cross-legged on the ground, took out fifth-grade calming incense, and focused his mind.
He took out a purplish-gold incense stick from his storage bag. It was about three inches long and covered with fine silver patterns, like a flowing galaxy.

"A mid-grade fifth-tier calming incense," Zhou Xun gazed at the incense in his hand, secretly praising it.

This incense is made primarily from the brain marrow of a fifth-tier demon beast called the "Nightmare Beast," combined with rare materials such as ten-thousand-year-old soul-nourishing wood powder and starlight sand.

Each one requires a Nascent Soul stage alchemist to refine it with infant fire for several years before it can take shape. It has the miraculous effect of stabilizing the soul and resisting inner demons.

It is an excellent product for overcoming bottlenecks.

"laugh--"

Zhou Xun flicked his finger, and a wisp of purple lightning grazed the tip of the incense.

In an instant, a wisp of pale purple smoke rose up and condensed into the shape of a lotus flower in the air.

The fragrance is not strong, but it carries a refreshing coolness that penetrates the soul, making one feel clear-headed upon smelling it.

As the fragrance filled the air, Zhou Xun slowly closed his eyes.

He felt his mind gradually sinking into a tranquil lake, shutting out all the disturbances of the outside world.

In this tranquility, he began to carefully rehearse every step and detail of the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage in his mind, taking into account all possible unexpected situations.

Three full days passed before Zhou Xun finally opened his eyes.

At this moment, he had adjusted himself to his peak condition, his eyes were filled with a restrained divine light, and his aura was perfectly harmonious.

He took out a crystal-clear jade bottle containing a starlight-like liquid, which was the "Nine Origin Star Dew".

Without hesitation, Zhou Xun uncorked the bottle and drank the entire bottle of spiritual liquid in one gulp.

"boom!"

The moment the spiritual liquid entered his stomach, Zhou Xun felt as if thousands of starlight exploded within his body.

Each drop of liquid transforms into a miniature star, flowing endlessly through the meridians.

These stellar powers are both violent and gentle; wherever they pass, the meridians are continuously widened and strengthened, yet they do not cause the slightest damage.

Zhou Xun immediately activated the "Purple Heaven Thunder Technique," opening all the pores of his body. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cultivation room instantly formed a visible vortex, surging wildly into his body.

These vital energies merged with the stellar power drawn down from the heavens, beginning to transform Zhou Xun's body in every way.

I do not know how long it has been,

His bones gradually took on a jade-like luster, his blood began to shimmer with starlight, and even his hair became crystal clear.

The most astonishing change occurred within the Purple Mansion; the nascent soul, which had been seated cross-legged, was slowly becoming ethereal, creating a mysterious resonance with the physical body.
"The threshold to becoming a deity, where magical power transforms into spirit!"

Zhou Xun let out a low shout, and the pores all over his body opened, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
At the same time, dark clouds rolled in above the cultivation room, and spiritual energy from within a thousand miles gathered wildly, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy.

Such changes naturally attracted the attention of outsiders.
An elderly man with white hair and beard was selecting spiritual materials with his grandson in the eastern market when he suddenly sensed an abnormal fluctuation in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes flashing with a sharp light as he gazed toward the city center.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" A boy of about seven or eight years old tugged at the old man's sleeve and asked in a childish voice.

The old man took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "A senior is attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage! Judging from the range of this spiritual energy vortex, it covers at least three hundred miles in radius."

He pointed to the enormous vortex of spiritual energy forming in the sky, "It's already rare for an ordinary cultivator to trigger such a phenomenon over a hundred miles after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, let alone this senior."

Before the words were even finished, the vortex of spiritual energy suddenly expanded, covering the entire immortal city in the blink of an eye.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared at the center of the vortex, and five-colored rays of light intertwined and flowed, illuminating the entire sky with extraordinary beauty.

Even more astonishingly, the primordial energy of heaven and earth falling from the vortex actually solidified, transforming into specks of shimmering light that rained down.

"This quality of vital energy!" The old man's pupils constricted sharply, and he quickly pulled his grandson back under the eaves.

"My dear grandson, look! Those raindrops of light are formed from the purest essence of heaven and earth! The essence that this senior has drawn upon is several times purer than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!"

The boy curiously stretched out his hand, and a drop of light fell into his palm, instantly disappearing into his skin.

He felt a warm current spread through his arm and throughout his body, and his spiritual energy circulated a full cycle on its own. "Grandpa, I feel my cultivation has increased slightly!"

"What!" The old man was startled upon hearing this.

He immediately reached out and condensed a wisp of vital energy into a rain of light, which he then absorbed into his body.

Upon entering the body, this wisp of primordial energy immediately transformed into streams of extremely pure spiritual energy, filling the meridians.

The old man circulated his cultivation technique and refined it, transforming it into a nascent soul whose magical power merged into his dantian.

"What a great opportunity!"

The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly released the spiritual energy shield around his body, letting the rain of light fall on him.

"This is a rare opportunity. It only happens when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so concentrated that it even begins to dissipate!"

"The foundation this senior has laid is astonishing!"

"Quickly, absorb the rain of light! This is the purest spiritual energy!" the old man said, casting a spell to draw the rain of light into his body.

At the same time, some of it was injected into the grandson's body.
Their auras began to rise rapidly.
Such behavior also occurs in every corner of the Immortal City.
The cultivators in the teahouse rushed to the windows, casting spells to absorb the nearby rain of light into their bodies.

The tavern patrons put down their wine cups and ran into the street, and even the cultivators in seclusion were alarmed, one by one coming out of their caves to collect the rain of light.

Some people even started fighting over the Light Rain.
"It's the city center! Could it be that Senior Feng is attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Senior Feng's real name is Feng Yuxi. He is only three hundred years old, yet he has already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and is extremely famous throughout the Thousand Star Chaos City.
A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage once personally offered to take him as a disciple, but he still refused.

He is known as the number one person below the God of Chaos!
At this moment, Senior Feng was also shocked, staring blankly at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Inside the cultivation room, Zhou Xun was completely unaware of the commotion outside.

His body was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth falling from the sky.

The nascent soul within the Purple Mansion had completely etherealized, achieving perfect resonance with the physical body. Every inch of flesh and blood was undergoing an astonishing transformation, the jade color on the bones growing increasingly intense, gradually tinged with a faint golden light.

The most astonishing change occurs in the dantian.

The originally liquid magic power is gradually vaporizing, forming a hazy purple mist.

These spiritual mists continuously compressed and condensed, gradually revealing a trace of spirituality.

When the first wisp of magical power was completely transformed into spiritual energy, Zhou Xun's whole body trembled violently, and brilliant rays of light shot out from his seven orifices at the same time.

"First stage, spiritual power transformation, successful!"

Outside the cultivation room, the strange phenomena of heaven and earth that had lasted for nine days and nine nights suddenly began to dissipate.

The swirling vortex of spiritual energy gradually calmed down, and the rain of light also gradually stopped.

The cultivators in the city breathed a sigh of relief in unison, and then burst into heated discussion.

"The extraordinary phenomenon lasted for nine days; this senior's foundation is truly terrifyingly profound!"

"The first hurdle has been overcome; the next step is the transformation of the soul."

Deep within Zhou Xun's sea of ​​consciousness, the once calm and still lake of his soul suddenly rippled. The purple smoke from the burning fifth-order calming incense transformed into countless fine threads, enveloping his soul layer by layer.

Each wisp of smoke shimmered with starlight, forming a profound array within the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The second stage: Transformation of the Soul."

The moment this thought crossed Zhou Xun's mind, he felt his consciousness begin to sink, as if he were falling into an abyss.

My five senses gradually blurred, and all I could hear was the increasingly slow beating of my own heart.

Boom. Boom. Boom.
As the last heartbeat faded, Zhou Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

The blinding sunlight streamed in through the window, making him instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

Beneath me was a soft mattress, and the faint aroma of coffee lingered in the air.

He looked around blankly—it was a bedroom of less than 20 square meters, with faded game posters on the walls and programming books and a half-empty can of cola on the desk.

"Blue Star? My room?"

Zhou Xun pinched himself in disbelief, the intense pain causing him to gasp.

He staggered into the bathroom, where a pale, gaunt face was reflected in the mirror—dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair—just like he looked before he transmigrated.

"Is the cultivation world just a dream?" Zhou Xun trembled as he tried to form hand seals, but not a single trace of spiritual energy rippled from his fingertips.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jia!"

Zhou Xun called out repeatedly, but there was still no change.
"Could it really be a dream?"

Just as he was in a state of confusion, a shrill cell phone ring suddenly sounded.

The screen flashed the words "Manager Wang," and as soon as the call connected, a barrage of angry curses came through:

"Zhou Xun! Where the hell have you been? You haven't replied to over a dozen messages! Do you know the server crashed? Get back here right now and fix the bug!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xun found seventeen unread messages on his phone, the latest one from ten minutes ago:

"If you don't come now, don't ever come again!"

Helpless, Zhou Xun hung up the phone and had no choice but to leave immediately and head to the company.

The company office was packed with people on Sunday, all of whom had been called in to work overtime.

Zhou Xun sat at his workstation, numbly typing on the keyboard, the code scrolling across the screen like a waterfall.

His colleague, Xiao Li, came over, brought a cup of coffee, and placed it on his desk.

"I made this for you, have some. That Wang Mazi is such a troublemaker. Can't he fix a bug at home? Why does he have to call everyone to the company?"

"Thank you!" Zhou Xun picked up the glass and took a sip.
Who would have thought that the once-powerful Wangchuan Heavenly Lord, who dominated the cultivation world, was actually just a lowly corporate slave in reality!
The days that followed were like being fast-forwarded.

Zhou Xun returned to the 996 work schedule, spending his days debugging code on the computer screen and fixing endless bugs amidst his supervisor's roars.

I went home for the Chinese New Year and my parents started pressuring me to get married again.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to meet a girl he was compatible with through a blind date, and then they got married and had children.

When he heard the baby crying outside the delivery room, he felt his memories of cultivation becoming increasingly blurred.
It really was just a dream!
Time flies like an arrow; thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Xun has gone from handsome and dashing to hunched over with white hair.

Until one day, he stood guard at his parents' funeral hall, looking at the familiar smiles in the black and white photos.

The wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner twisted and distorted under the pale light.

A tear slid down her cheek, and she whispered, "I should go back!"

Before the words were even finished, the whole world shattered like a mirror.

The funeral hall, the photos, and the tears all vanished as sparkling points of light.

Zhou Xun felt his soul rising rapidly, passing through countless bizarre fragments, and finally returning to his original body sitting cross-legged in the cultivation room.

His soul was now as solid as gold and jade, with mysterious natural patterns appearing on its surface, radiating a heart-palpitating aura.

This is the state of perfect fulfillment after being tempered by the mortal world; every line records the insights gained from that illusory life.

Just as the soul was fully formed, the sky above the cultivation room suddenly darkened.

Dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, rolling and spreading like ink.

Instead of the usual silver lightning, the clouds were filled with purplish-black thunder dragons, each as thick as a mountain, roaring and shattering the void as they appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

"Boom——"

When the first thunderclap rang out, the entire city of immortals trembled.

The magical artifacts being traded in the market suddenly lost their luster, and the wine cups in the tavern shattered all at once.

Countless cultivators looked up in horror and saw that the dark clouds in the sky had pressed down to less than a thousand feet above the ground, and the lightning moving in the clouds illuminated the entire world in an eerie purplish-black color.

"What kind of tribulation is this?!" A white-haired late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator asked, his voice trembling.

"I have witnessed the Nascent Soul Tribulation seven times in my life, but I have never seen such power!"

"Is this really a Nascent Soul Transformation Tribulation, or is someone attempting to break through to the Void Refinement Realm?"

The young disciple beside him was already deathly pale, his protective aura shattered by the oppressive force of heaven and earth: "Master, Master, I can't circulate my spiritual power!"

This is the suffocating feeling caused by excessive pressure!

At the same moment, atop a tall tower in the west of the city, an elderly man in red robes, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.

He appeared outside the tower in a flash, and as he looked up at the center of the thunderclouds, his long, crimson beard moved without wind.
"Nine Tribulations Profound Thunder? No, there's also the aura of Chaos Tribulation Divine Thunder." The pupils of this Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord contracted.
"Two top-tier lightning tribulations appearing simultaneously? What kind of heaven-defying cultivation technique has this kid been practicing?!"

As if in response to his surprise, a gaping hole suddenly appeared in the clouds.

A purple eyeball, formed entirely of lightning, slowly emerged, coldly gazing at the training room below.

The moment they were stared at by this "Eye of Heavenly Punishment," all the cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage in the Immortal City coughed up blood, and those with weaker cultivation levels fainted instantly.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat three thousand miles away!"

The red-robed Heavenly Lord roared, his sleeves billowing outwards, sweeping thousands of low-level cultivators away from the city. He himself remained rooted to the spot, a rare solemnity on his face:

"If I had possessed such power when I underwent my tribulation, I would have been reduced to ashes long ago."

Inside the cultivation room, Zhou Xun suddenly realized something.

He stood up, and with each step he took, his aura increased.

When he walked into the courtyard, he was surrounded by a tangible purple aura, his long hair moved without wind, and every strand of hair was flowing with lightning.

"bring it on!"

Two simple words, yet they resonated with the heavens and earth. Zhou Xun soared into the sky, actively facing the terrifying lightning eye.

Far from being afraid, he completely unleashed his divine sense, carefully comprehending the path of destruction and rebirth contained within the tribulation lightning.

Refine your spirit through tribulation, prove your Dao through thunder!
(End of this chapter)