Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 71: Initial Formation of the Core Formation, Linghu Summoning (Part )
Lin Fan slowly rose to his feet, each movement steady and powerful, as if carrying the weight of mountains and rivers, yet with the composure of time and experience. His sleeves fluttered gently with his movements, like a flag unfurling in the wind, adding a touch of unrestrained elegance to his flowing demeanor.

The moment he stood up, an invisible yet extremely oppressive aura, like a dormant beast awakening, erupted from the depths of his soul. This aura, centered around him, spread out like ripples on a calm lake, spreading outwards.

This aura wasn't a blatant, stormy display, but rather a surging undercurrent beneath the earth, carrying a deterrent that no one could underestimate. His eyes were like two unsheathed blades, sharp and bright, their edge unfurling, capable of instantly piercing through layers of fog and striking directly into the heart.

The glint in his eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, held not only unwavering determination but also the wisdom and composure borne from enduring countless hardships and dangers. Every glance he cast seemed to leave a sharp mark in the air, revealing everything around him.

As he gazed into the distance, his eyes were filled with a sense of longing and yearning for the future, as if they could penetrate the layers of mountains and see himself climbing the path of immortality, finally standing at the summit and overlooking all living things. Occasionally, a subtle flicker of determination crossed his face, a resolute determination to never retreat in the face of unknown challenges, absolute confidence in his own strength, and a persistent pursuit of his goal.

Lin Fan closed his eyes slightly, savoring the earth-shaking changes brought about by entering the Core Formation Stage. Within his body, surging mana surged like a raging ocean, its power surged unchecked, its power more than tenfold compared to before.

His divine sense probed into his Dantian and instantly spotted the golden elixir. It resembled a small sun emitting a soft glow, hovering steadily in the center of his Dantian. For ordinary cultivators who had just reached Dan Formation, the golden elixir in their Dantian was only the size of a soybean. For those who had mastered the highest level of cultivation, the golden elixir could be the size of a thumb.

However, Lin Fan's golden elixir was as large as a baby's fist, and the mana it contained was powerful and substantial, seven or eight times greater than that of an average Jindan-stage cultivator. Even compared to those practicing top-level techniques, Lin Fan's mana was at least three times greater.

This overwhelming power gave Lin Fan more confidence to face any challenge. He could almost sense that each strand of his power contained boundless power, surging through his meridians, ready to burst forth at any moment, breaking through all obstacles.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, his mind immersed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he used all his might to mobilize his spiritual awareness. He saw that invisible spiritual power, like agile tentacles, slowly spreading and expanding in all directions with him as the center.

At first, the extension of his spiritual consciousness was tentative, cautiously exploring the surrounding space. As time passed, Lin Fan's control became more and more proficient, and the speed of his spiritual consciousness extension also increased.

Before long, this spiritual power had spread to a distance of thirty-four miles. He was secretly amazed. You know, the range of the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator in the late Jindan stage is only thirty miles.

This remarkable performance was due to his successful mastery of the third level of the "Spirit Forging Technique." This technique's ability to temper spiritual awareness was truly miraculous, and with its power, Lin Fan's spiritual awareness far surpassed that of ordinary people. Furthermore, Lin Fan, as a time traveler, possessed a starting spiritual awareness twice that of an ordinary cultivator, which is why he possessed such a powerful consciousness.

Immersed in the surprise of his own strength change, Lin Fan continued to explore the cave with his consciousness. Suddenly, in a hidden corner of the cave formation, a familiar fluctuation caught his attention.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a dense mass of sound transmission notes. These notes were quietly hidden among the runes of the formation, and if it weren't for his powerful divine sense, it would be difficult to detect them.

Lin Fan raised his hand and gently waved it. Like summoned spirits, the densely packed sound transmission notes flew into his palm. His gaze was filled with curiosity and anticipation as he examined each note, starting with the first one.

The first thing that caught his eye was the numerous congratulations from unfamiliar cultivators within the valley. Though brief, these messages were filled with sincere blessings, their words revealing recognition and envy for his advancement into the Core Formation Stage. Lin Fan's lips curled up unconsciously, revealing a faint smile. He couldn't help but marvel at how this Core Formation Stage had garnered so much attention.

Turning back, a voice transmission from Elder Linghu instantly straightened his back. Elder Linghu was the stabilizing force of the Yellow Maple Valley. According to the original novel, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The congratulations from such an important figure were a testament to the Patriarch's regard for him. Patriarch Linghu asked Lin Fan to take some time to visit his cave and introduce him to several other Jindan-stage cultivators in the valley, so they could get acquainted. He also wanted to introduce the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the valley so they could meet Lin Fan.

Then came the voice transmission from Master Chen Minghui. It was just a few words, yet filled with deep concern and expectation, like the warm spring sun, filling Lin Fan with a deep warmth.

Then, a voice transmission from Red Buddha Patriarch caught his eye. As the only female Jindan cultivator in Yellow Maple Valley, Red Buddha Patriarch held a revered position within the valley. Her style was decisive and ruthless, yet she retained a delicate feminine air. Her congratulations were brief and powerful, their words brimming with boldness.

There was also a message from Lei Wanhe, a cultivator with a Thunder Root. Lei Wanhe was renowned for his thunder magic, and as a fellow Core Formation cultivator, his congratulations were tinged with a subtle sense of mutual admiration. Lin Fan had heard that Lei Wanhe had endured countless hardships while cultivating his Thunder Elemental techniques, and he greatly admired his unwavering perseverance.

The last message came from a Jindan stage cultivator named Wang. Although he didn't know Wang's specific background or areas of expertise, Lin Fan could still sense the kindness between the lines.

Lin Fan collected the sound transmission notes one by one, his heart filled with emotion. Each of these messages carried not only congratulations, but also the expectations and recognition of the Yellow Maple Valley cultivators. At this moment, he felt a little more determined and hopeful about his future path of cultivation.

Lin Fan emerged from the cave and flew towards Elder Linghu's. After reaching the Core Formation stage, he no longer needed magical instruments to fly; he could fully harness his mana to fly, using the art of escaping light, achieving incredible speed. Lin Fan strode out of the cave, his mana surging like a tidal wave. Entering the Core Formation stage, he abandoned the use of magical instruments for flight, instead harnessing pure mana to perform the art of escaping light. A flash of light enveloped him, and he was instantly enveloped in a dazzling, almost tangible aura of mana. Like a meteor streaking across the sky, he streaked with boundless momentum as he hurtled towards Elder Linghu's cave.

With the help of the escape light, his speed reached an extreme level. The scenery along the way flew by like phantoms, and the wind whistled in his ears like a passionate war song. In just a moment, the Linghu Patriarch's cave was already in sight.

Lin Fan landed steadily and stood in front of the cave. Looking up, he saw a magnificent cave, surrounded by a mysterious formation, faintly emitting an ancient and powerful aura.

He reached into his storage bag and pulled out a sound transmission talisman. With a flick of his finger, the talisman shot out like an arrow, swirling a dazzling red light as it pierced the formation with pinpoint accuracy. Instantly, the formation's runes shimmered, as if responding to this unexpected visit. Lin Fan waited in his place.

About half a cup of tea passed slowly, and the mysterious formation in front of Linghu Patriarch's cave, like ripples on the water, slowly spread out and opened up a deep and quiet passage by itself.

At this moment, a slightly weathered yet powerful voice, as if coming from a deep valley, echoed in Lin Fan's ears: "Come in."

Lin Fan nodded slightly at the call, then took a deep breath, trying to calm the subtle tension in his heart. He calmed his mind and walked towards the cave.

As soon as he stepped in, the scene before him was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, making him stand there in a daze for a long time.

The cave's luxurious interior was beyond imagination. The floor was made of pieces of soft, delicate jade, each emitting a soft and mysterious glow, as if imbued with the stars of the night sky.

These jades are uniform in size and seamlessly joined together, with even the tiniest cracks difficult to detect. Upon closer inspection, a variety of strange patterns appear on the jade's surface, resembling ancient writings or mysterious runes between heaven and earth, as if telling a story forgotten by time.

Looking around, the cave walls are inlaid with fist-sized luminous pearls. The light they emit interweaves with each other, illuminating the entire cave like daylight, yet still soft and warm.

These night pearls are arranged in an orderly manner, forming exquisite patterns. Some are ancient mythical beasts with wings spread and flying, their bodies are agile and lifelike, as if they will break through the stone wall and soar into the sky in the next second; others are magnificent pictures of mountains and rivers, with towering mountains and rushing rivers. Every detail is carved so delicately that people feel as if they are there.

In the center of the cave, there is a huge jade screen, on which is carved a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. There are pavilions and towers scattered on the mountain. The fairies are playing the piano and chess, or discussing scriptures and philosophy, looking leisurely and contented.

The material of the screen is as transparent as jade, and the carving craftsmanship is exquisite. Every line is smooth and natural, and every detail is lifelike, demonstrating a very high artistic level.

Through the screen, one can vaguely see some quaint tables and chairs placed at the back. These tables and chairs are also made of rare spiritual wood, with exquisite patterns carved on the surface, emitting a faint wood fragrance, as if carrying the warmth of time.

Lin Fan's gaze roamed the luxurious cave, his heart filled with wonder and shock. He had never imagined that a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator could have such a magnificent cave. This all opened a whole new chapter in his understanding of the world of immortal cultivation.

"Junior apprentice brother, please sit down for a moment. I will finish my practice soon. I was meditating when you came. Please wait for a moment." The voice of Linghu Patriarch, which sounded a little tired but majestic, came from the inner room.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan hurriedly responded respectfully, "Yes." In the world of immortal cultivation, strength has always been respected. As a Jindan stage cultivator, he dared not act rashly in the face of Linghu Ancestor, who was in the middle Yuanying stage.

He bowed slightly, his eyes quickly finding a stone bench within the cave, and he gently moved over and slowly sat down. The moment he sat down, he subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture, straightening his back and placing his hands neatly on his knees. His entire body exuded a restrained and calm aura.

Sitting quietly in this luxurious cave, Lin Fan's thoughts drifted wildly. He knew that entering the Jindan stage was merely a new starting point on the long road of cultivation. What awaited him ahead would be even more complex situations and even more powerful opponents.

But at this moment, within the Linghu Patriarch's cave, he seemed to glimpse a glorious corner of the pinnacle of the immortal cultivation world. And he secretly resolved to rely on his own efforts to climb ever higher, step by step, to leave his own mark in this world of immortal cultivation, full of fantasy and challenges.

(End of this chapter)