Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 183 Return and 'Xutian Palace'

The fire phoenix spread its wings and soared into the sky at a speed as fast as lightning. It was worthy of being the legendary existence that sat firmly on the throne of "Among all flying beasts, the phoenix is ​​the most respected."

Its innate and unique talent for flying is enough to amaze monks all over the world.

On the other hand, Lin Fan, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, even if he used all his strength to perform the escape light, his flying speed was still much inferior to that of the Fire Phoenix, not to mention that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

In just a few days, the man and the beast crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

The fire phoenix roared towards the sky, its voice shaking the nine heavens, and then it swooped down majestically towards the "Silver Shark Island" below.

When it approached the island, it suddenly folded its wings and landed steadily on a towering rock.

The fire phoenix held its head high, its flaming tail dancing wildly. The powerful aura emanating from its body made the surrounding air scorching hot, as if it were in a blazing furnace, and it was more like declaring its supreme majesty to the world.

The monks on the island were busy with their own things, when suddenly, a breath so powerful that it made their souls tremble came without warning.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell of immobilization. They stopped what they were doing and looked up in horror.

When they saw the Fire Phoenix's massive, blotting-out body, their faces instantly turned pale as paper, and fear surged like a raging tide. Many cultivators with weaker cultivation felt their legs weaken, unable to stand steadily, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, a moment later, they saw a young man walking slowly down from the back of the fire phoenix.

The young man was dressed in a spotless white brocade robe, the corners of his robe fluttering gently in the breeze, and a vague mysterious aura lingered around him.

His face was stern, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, so deep that one could not see the bottom, and his every move exuded an extraordinary and independent temperament.

The naturally powerful aura was even stronger than the majestic fire phoenix, and it was so overwhelming that it made people breathless.

He just casually glanced around, and wherever his eyes fell, the monks felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, with a chill to the bone, as if they were completely penetrated by an invisible force. Their internal organs and even the most secret corners of their hearts were all seen through by him at a glance, leaving no place for them to hide.

Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye, for fear that he would see through their thoughts.

On Silver Shark Island, those Jindan stage cultivators who usually had some status on the island were initially curious and secretly looked at the mysterious young man who came down from the back of the fire phoenix.

But when Lin Fan's eyes inadvertently swept over them, something unexpected happened in an instant.

A cultivator in the early Jindan stage who was standing in the front row of the crowd stretched his neck and widened his eyes, trying to see Lin Fan more clearly.

In an instant, Lin Fan's eyes met his, and he felt an invisible yet powerful force, like a surging wave, suddenly sweeping towards him.

This force penetrated directly into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to experience an instant of excruciating pain in his head, as if countless sharp steel needles were stabbing him crazily.

His pupils dilated instantly, and the original curious look on his face was instantly replaced by extreme fear.

Then, a bone-chilling chill quickly rose from the base of his spine, as if a cold little snake was slowly climbing up his spine, and the cold spread to his whole body in the blink of an eye.

His legs began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. He wanted to move his feet to escape this terrible oppression, but he found that his feet seemed to be nailed firmly to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.

Looking at his back again, in the blink of an eye, it was completely soaked with cold sweat, and his clothes were sticking tightly to his body.

His teeth chattered, making a clacking sound, and he subconsciously hugged his head with both hands, as if this could help him resist the terrifying pressure.

All this is caused by the huge gap in strength between the two sides.

Lin Fan's spiritual awareness is now as strong as that of a great master in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Such a terrifying pressure of spiritual consciousness, let alone these small Jindan stage cultivators, even ordinary Yuanying stage cultivators would tremble in fear and feel ashamed in front of Lin Fan's unparalleled spiritual consciousness.

Lin Fan raised his hand and gently touched Huo Feng's neck. His movements were full of intimacy, as if he was treating an old friend of many years.

The Fire Phoenix also seemed to be enjoying it immensely. It chirped softly in comfort, tilting its head slightly towards Lin Fan, a hint of gentleness in its eyes.

The next second, Lin Fan raised his hand and patted the spirit beast bag. A ray of light flashed, and the fire phoenix turned into a stream of light, and obediently got into the spirit beast bag and disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, Lin Fan took steady steps and strode towards a stone chamber on the island.

Inside the stone chamber, an ancient and mysterious teleportation array was emitting a deep blue light, with runes flashing, faintly revealing a mysterious fluctuation of power.

Lin Fan stepped steadily onto the teleportation array. Then, he raised his hand and waved it. Seven mid-level spirit stones drew a graceful arc in the air and flew steadily towards the deacon disciple of the Star Palace.

"Go to Tianxing City!"

Lin Fan spoke concisely, his voice deep and mellow, yet extremely penetrating, echoing in the stone chamber for a long time.

The Xinggong deacon disciple took the spirit stone steadily, a flattering smile on his face. He then quickly took out a teleportation talisman from his pocket and handed it to Lin Fan respectfully with both hands, his tone somewhat flattering:

"Senior, please stick this teleportation talisman on your body."

Lin Fan looked calm, as if all this was just a normal thing.

He reached out to take the teleportation talisman and placed it on his chest as instructed.

In an instant, the teleportation array shone brightly, and the dazzling white light instantly enveloped Lin Fan.

A strong spatial fluctuation was heard, and in the blink of an eye, the white light dissipated, and Lin Fan appeared on the 50th floor of the Holy Mountain - the famous and mysterious "Starry Sky Palace".

A deacon disciple of the Star Palace in white was originally running towards this side, and seemed to be about to shout loudly, asking why they didn't come down quickly, as there were some cultivators behind them ready to use them.

But the moment he approached Lin Fan, a suffocating pressure came towards him.

He paused abruptly, and the impatience on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of awe.

"Welcome to Tianxing City, senior!"

He bowed slightly, his voice extremely respectful, even his words stumbling due to nervousness.

Lin Fan's expression was as calm as water, as if all this was normal.

He walked out of the "Starry Sky Hall" with a calm expression. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, the spiritual power around him instantly surged like an erupting spiritual volcano.

In the blink of an eye, spiritual power transformed into dazzling rainbow lights, carrying Lin Fan and flying towards Xiaohuan Island at lightning speed. The speed was so fast that only a fleeting light and shadow was left behind, attracting the attention of bystanders, and everyone's eyes were full of shock and awe.

"Old monster Nascent Soul!"

Someone in the crowd lowered their voice and said this tremblingly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were cast towards the direction where Lin Fan flew away, and the expressions on their faces froze instantly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

As soon as Lin Fan flew out of Tianxing City, he unhesitatingly summoned the Fire Phoenix to use as a means of transportation. He closed his eyes slightly, sinking his mind into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and through his thoughts, he clearly and firmly conveyed the direction of his journey to the Fire Phoenix.

The fire phoenix seemed to be in tune with his thoughts. It raised its head and let out a long cry, and flames burned all over its body, like a small sun, hot and dazzling.

The wings suddenly spread out, bringing up a gust of wind, and flew towards the predetermined direction at lightning speed. Wherever it passed, the mountains, rivers and land passed by quickly like phantoms.

In just a few days, the Fire Phoenix crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and landed steadily on a huge rock on Xiaohuan Island.

Lin Fan raised his hand and waved it. A stream of spiritual energy, like a nimble dragon, landed accurately at the center of the formation hidden on the island.

In an instant, the formation glowed like a star that suddenly lit up. The originally solid restriction slowly opened, emitting a low humming sound.

Lin Fan walked forward steadily, with the Fire Phoenix following closely behind.

The Fire Phoenix has now broken through to level eight, its strength has greatly increased, and it can transform a small part of its body into a human form.

I saw its head slowly changing into the appearance of a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a pink face and big blinking eyes. She looked extremely cute, in sharp contrast to the majestic image of the Fire Phoenix.

Lin Fan flicked his fingertips, and several sound transmission notes floated out, flying towards various parts of the cave. After sending them out, he stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, quietly waiting for everyone to arrive.

Not long after, beams of light appeared one after another.

Chen Qiaoqian came first with light steps; then Li Linger came skipping and jumping, with a look of curiosity on her face; the fairy Nishang came with a graceful figure, like a colorful cloud floating in the air; Qin Xianer had a cold expression, and a faint aloof air emanated from her body; Wang Xinyi smiled gently and came slowly; Liu Xianxian looked timid and followed behind the crowd.

After they stood still, everyone's eyes focused on Lin Fan, waiting quietly for him to speak.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Lin Fan's expression grew serious. He said in a deep voice, "Pack up your things in the cave and immediately go to Tianxing City to wait for me. War will soon break out here, and it's no longer suitable for us to live here. Let's move to another place to concentrate on our cultivation."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes. Although they seemed to want to say something but hesitated, no one asked.

They trusted Lin Fan deeply, and despite their doubts, they dispersed and began to pack their belongings. Liu Xianxian and her daughter Wang Xinyi also left and packed their belongings.

Looking at the figures of Qin Xian'er and Chen Qiaoqian, Lin Fan pondered secretly.

Both of them have broken through to the Jindan stage, especially Chen Qiaoqian, who has also successfully broken through with her three spiritual roots. It seems that the effect of "Broken Mirror Pill" is indeed extraordinary, and it is much stronger than Snow Spirit Water and Sky Fire Liquid.

A few days later, the women packed up their things and set off for Tianxing City together. Lin Fan witnessed their departure.

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Three months later, Lin Fan took a piece of brocade handkerchief and flew in the direction indicated on the handkerchief. Along the way, Lin Fan met some low-level cultivators from time to time.

However, these cultivators all stayed away from Lin Fan when they saw him. The immense pressure from him made it difficult for anyone he met to breathe.

These cultivators all knew that this was a cultivator with great supernatural powers, and his cultivation was at an unimaginable level. It would be better to stay away from these seniors.

A few days later, Lin Fan arrived at a mysterious place.

A majestic palace, suspended in mid-air, seems frozen in time, motionless.

This palace is a hundred feet high and is built entirely of flawless white jade. Every inch of its texture is carved with exquisite detail, emitting a soft and charming glow, as if a palace from heaven has descended to earth.

The palace was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of golden light, hanging thousands of feet in the sky, as if guarding some unknown secret.

From time to time, monks came here admiring the reputation and flew towards the palace without hesitation.

A flash of white light easily penetrated the light shield and stepped into the palace.

Seeing this, Lin Fan remained calm and slowly injected his spiritual power into the brocade map.

In an instant, the brocade scarf burst into a white spiritual light, enveloping him. Lin Fan took a light step forward, as if passing through nothingness, passing through the golden light shield without any hindrance.

Lin Fan looked back at the light shield, then raised his eyes to gaze at the extremely magnificent palace. Without any hesitation, he flapped his wings and flew over.

When he flew closer to the palace, Lin Fan noticed that above the entrance, which was more than ten feet high, there were three huge silver ancient characters engraved - "Xutian Palace".

These three characters are written with sharp strokes and majestic momentum. Every stroke contains amazing edge. They must have been written by some great master.

As you step into the palace, you will see an extremely spacious hall, which is about three or four hundred feet wide. It is magnificent and breathtaking.

Even if thousands of people rush in at the same time, it will not seem crowded. What is even more amazing is that there are dozens of thick jade pillars standing evenly in the hall, each of which requires several people to hug.

These jade pillars are meticulously carved, and the pillars are engraved with various rare birds and beasts. Some seem familiar, while others are unheard of. Each one is carved vividly and full of spirit, and there is no repetition.

Dozens of monks in various attire stood or sat atop some of the pillars. With the exception of a few individuals, each occupied a single pillar. The entire hall was silent, with no one making any loud noises.

Lin Fan flew straight up and landed on a jade pillar, then slowly swept his gaze over the monks in the hall.

The vast majority of cultivators in the hall were at the Core Formation stage, with only five or six at the Foundation Establishment stage. Among the crowd, two cultivators caught his attention; they must be masters at the Nascent Soul stage.

One is an elderly Confucian scholar wearing a yellow robe, with drooping white eyebrows and a thin face. He has reached the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation.

I saw him with one hand leisurely behind his back and the other hand holding a scroll of worn bamboo slips, reading with great interest, shaking his head from time to time, looking like a real nerd.

The other was a beautiful middle-aged woman dressed in spotless white. She had a beautiful face, but a bone-chilling chill emanated from her body, as if anyone approaching would be frostbitten. She had an icy demeanor that kept everyone at a distance.

Lin Fan thought to himself that the beautiful middle-aged woman in front of him, who was wiping a sheathed black sword with an expressionless face, must be Madam Wen, the Taoist companion of the Six Paths Supreme Saint, the number one figure in the magic world.

Not long after, a cultivator with ordinary face and dark skin walked in. It was the famous "Han Paopao" Han Li, who had now reached the middle stage of Jindan.

Han Li walked into the hall and glanced around. He instantly caught sight of Lin Fan's figure and his heart suddenly tightened.

I wondered to myself, why is this Master Lin here?

"Will he take me back to Yellow Maple Valley?"

Although I was abandoned by the sect, I am still a deserter after all. Han Li carefully sensed Lin Fan's breath, but could not sense any cultivation at all. He was just like a mortal. How could this be possible? How could a mortal come here?

It seems that I am not the only one who has made progress over the years. This Uncle Lin's current cultivation level is at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Han Li's expression changed several times when he thought of this, but he finally stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Nephew Han Li, greetings to Uncle Lin. It's been many years since we last met, and Uncle Lin is still as charming as ever. Congratulations on your great progress in cultivation. It's truly a cause for celebration!"

Normally, a man as taciturn as him would not be very good at flattering, but now he still put in all his strength to flatter Lin Fan. He was really afraid that Lin Fan would cause trouble for him!

(End of this chapter)