Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 58 Ancient Rock and Turtle
The appearance of that aura instantly shattered the tranquility at the core of the secret realm.

It not only resonated strongly with the fragments in Yun Songzi's arms, causing the fragments to emit a low buzzing sound, but also brought with it a deep, ancient, and terrifying pressure, like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly awakening.

This oppressive force far exceeded expectations; for Meng Xihong, who was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Meng Yanwei, who was at the Mingxin Realm, it was a catastrophic disaster.

Meng Yanwei immediately let out a muffled groan, his face as pale as paper, his bones cracking as if he were about to be crushed in the next second, the righteous energy seed in his sea of ​​consciousness buzzing, his soul trembling, and he almost suffocated.

Although Meng Xihong's cultivation was slightly higher, he felt like a small boat in a giant wave. His spiritual power at the eighth level of Qi Refining was almost frozen under this pressure and difficult to circulate. He desperately urged his cultivation technique to barely stand up. A trace of blood had spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Step back! Guard your mind!"

Yun Songzi gave a low shout, his voice carrying a calming power.

He took a step forward, and his figure seemed to instantly become incredibly tall, completely obscuring the two people behind him.

A pure and righteous aura surged forth from his body like a tide, transforming into a solid light shield that firmly protected the Meng family father and son within it.

The terrifying pressure crashed into the light barrier, producing a muffled roar. The light barrier rippled violently, yet steadily neutralized most of the pressure.

Meng Xihong and Meng Yanwei, who were inside the light shield, suddenly felt a lightness all over their bodies, and the force that had almost crushed them suddenly disappeared.

The two men were panting heavily, their backs soaked with cold sweat. They looked ahead with lingering fear, realizing just now what a world of difference it was, and what it meant to be as insignificant as ants!
The thick fog was pushed aside by this sudden burst of force, revealing the scene within.

At the very core of the mine, atop the point where the earth's spiritual energy surged, lay a colossal creature resembling a small mountain.

Its shape resembles a giant tortoise, and its entire body is composed of a strange rock that is dark like black iron but also has an earthy yellow spiritual light. The tortoise shell is extremely thick and heavy, and it is covered with naturally formed mysterious patterns. These patterns are closely connected to the veins of the earth beneath its feet, and they flicker with the flow of the earth's spiritual energy, as if it were a part of this land.

It slowly poked its head out, a head that resembled a dragon but was not quite a dragon, covered in jagged stone armor, with a pair of huge, earth-yellow eyes as large as millstones, devoid of any emotion, only the vicissitudes and indifference accumulated over millennia.

It opened its massive jaws and let out a deep, rumbling roar, like a thunderclap from the depths of the earth, the sound waves rolling and carrying a primal warning, intimidating any intruder.

"Late-stage Golden Core! A coexisting ancient rock turtle with the local earth veins!" Yun Songzi's sharp eyes instantly judged the origin and strength of this guardian spirit beast, and his tone was solemn.

"It is not a living creature, but a spirit born from the rich earth elemental energy and the will of the earth veins of this place over tens of thousands of years. Its defensive power is extremely terrifying, and it can infinitely borrow the power of the earth veins of this place, making it extremely difficult to deal with."

"You are no match for them. Hold fast to my righteous protection and do not be intimidated by their power."

Knowing that such a being could obliterate him and his son with a single breath, Meng Xihong immediately pulled the nearly exhausted Meng Yanwei back again, until they hid behind a huge rock. Only then did he dare to cautiously peek out to watch the battle, his heart filled with lingering fear and boundless awe for Yun Songzi's strength.

The realm of words!
This is definitely a powerful being in the late stage or even the peak of the Establishing Words Realm!
Only someone at this level of attainment could so calmly face a terrifying being in the late Golden Core stage.

Facing Gu Ao's indifferent and cold gaze and his increasingly violent and concentrated aura, Yun Songzi stood alone in front, his robes fluttering and rustling without wind.

He did not summon any magical treasures or talismans. Instead, his expression turned solemn, and he spoke in a clear, resonant voice, containing the strange power of laws that could draw upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth.
"end!"

Once a word is uttered, the law follows!
It did not forcibly freeze the ancient turtle with its incomparably powerful physical body, but rather drew upon the immense power of heaven and earth, transforming it into countless invisible shackles and dams, instantly suppressing and channeling the raging torrent of earth vein spiritual energy stirred up around the ancient turtle.

The earth elemental power, which was originally surging and roaring and about to transform into a thunderous strike, was as if it had crashed into an invisible, resilient giant wall, and was momentarily halted, becoming obscure and stagnant.

Gu Ao felt his power being blocked and let out an even more furious roar, the sound waves making the entire secret realm buzz.

Its brownish-yellow aura suddenly surged, connecting it more deeply with the earth beneath its feet. Countless enormous, incredibly sharp spikes, gleaming with a metallic chill, burst forth from the ground around Yun Songzi without warning, frantically piercing upwards from all angles, attempting to completely pierce through this tiny human.

Yun Songzi's expression remained unchanged, and he uttered the true words again: "Defend!"

His aura instantly solidified, transforming into a thick barrier visible to the naked eye, composed of countless flowing golden ancient characters, which steadily protected him at the center.

The earth spikes rained down on the barrier of words, producing a continuous, dull thud, sending rubble flying and sparks of light flying everywhere.

The earth spike attack, which was powerful enough to easily tear apart any cultivator below the Golden Core stage, could not advance an inch and crumbled and disintegrated. The golden text barrier only rippled slightly, and the impact was dissolved into nothingness as the light flowed.

"Though mountains are solid, they cannot stop the gentle flow of water; though the earth is thick, it still longs for the light of the sky!"

Yun Songzi, with his fingers together like a brush, uses pure and righteous energy as ink to write rapidly in the air.

An ancient war poem containing the concepts of "resolving," "guiding," and "benevolent influence" was created in an instant, transforming into a vast river of righteous energy, clear and misty, like ripples on water or the light of dawn.

Under the onslaught of this strange power, the originally dazzling and intense spiritual light on the ancient tortoise shell gradually dimmed and dissipated at a visible speed, as if it had been "persuaded" and dissolved by some kind of rule. Having suffered two consecutive setbacks and had its power inexplicably neutralized, the earth spirit was clearly thoroughly enraged.

It suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar, and the dense, liquid spiritual energy around it frantically converged into its huge mouth, forming a terrifying vortex of spiritual energy.

The ancient and mysterious patterns on its back lit up one by one, emitting a blinding light. A terrifying power, enough to make even a Golden Core cultivator's soul scatter, was rapidly brewing and compressing in its mouth, about to burst forth!

"Master!" Meng Yanwei exclaimed in shock. Even with his master's protection, the condensed energy still made his sea of ​​consciousness tremble, almost to the point of collapse.

Meng Xihong's heart tightened even more; his Qi Refining stage spiritual consciousness was like a candle flickering in the wind in the face of that power.

A glint flashed in Yun Songzi's eyes; he knew that victory or defeat hinged on this moment.

He took a deep breath, and the righteous energy seed within his body, which had been nurtured for hundreds of years, suddenly bloomed like a pure white lotus. His aura surged to its peak, and the range of the righteous energy of heaven and earth he attracted suddenly expanded, almost covering half of the core of the secret realm.

He abandoned all defensive postures and poured all his mind, will, and boundless righteousness into his next word.

Its spiritual sense had already detected the barely perceptible, fleeting gap between the ancient turtle and the earth's veins during the fight. The incantation directly targeted the core of its weakness:
"crack!"

One of the ultimate truths of a master of the Establishing Words realm: One word can break through all laws!

A pale golden power of words, extremely sharp, condensed, and seemingly composed of countless tiny fragments of laws, emerged in response.

Ignoring the short distance, seemingly transcending the concept of speed, it precisely cut into the barely perceptible gap, disappearing into an extremely fine, almost imperceptible old crack on the ancient turtle's carapace.

"Ow—"

The ancient rock turtle let out its most painful and furious roar since its appearance, the sound waves almost tearing people's eardrums apart.

Its destructive energy, condensed to its limit and about to erupt, was detonated and forcibly interrupted from its weakest point by the power of words containing the true meaning of the laws of "rupture" and "decomposition".

Boom!

A muffled roar came from inside the ancient turtle's body. On its incredibly hard carapace, cracks suddenly spread out from the old mark. Although it did not completely shatter, its deep connection with the earth's veins was severed in an instant.

Its violent aura dissipated rapidly like a punctured air sac, its massive body trembled violently, and finally it collapsed heavily to the ground, unable to move, only uttering painful whimpers, its earthen-yellow giant eyes filled with disbelief and weakness.

Yun Songzi's face paled, his body swayed almost imperceptibly, his hand trembled slightly in his sleeve, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Clearly, this earth-shattering incantation had taken a huge toll on him and even subtly aggravated some old injuries in his body.

But he did not stop. He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, held his breath, and recited not war poems, but ancient spirit-controlling chapters containing the power of "pacification," "restraint," and "education."

One by one, tangible golden characters flew out of his mouth, like gentle shackles with life, carrying a silent, nourishing power, slowly merging into the core of Gu Ao's soul.

After a long while, the chanting stopped.

The violence, anger, and pain in Gu Ao's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deep weariness and taming, and even a sense of instinctive awe and closeness towards Yun Songzi.

It let out a low whimper, and its huge head drooped slightly, indicating that it would no longer resist.

Yun Songzi then let out a long sigh of relief, his breathing slightly disordered.

He first glanced back at the still-shaken Meng father and son, and seeing that although they were pale, they were unharmed, a look of relief appeared on his face.

Immediately, he took out a seemingly simple storage bag from his sleeve. With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, the fragments of the key that they had painstakingly collected and which contained spatial fluctuations appeared in his palm, shimmering with spiritual light.

"Xihong," Yun Songzi's voice carried a hint of weariness, yet remained gentle and steady, "Keep these fragments safe for now."

Meng Xihong quickly stepped forward, carefully took the few fragments that were cool to the touch and had a slight resonance with each other, and solemnly placed them in his bosom.

Yun Songzi regulated his breathing and turned his gaze to the area behind where the ancient turtle was lying. In the depths where the dense spiritual mist was gradually calming down, the source of the strong resonance with the fragment in his palm was already clearly perceptible.

He said slowly, "Go, the last fragment should be there. Once the fragments are gathered, the key will be formed. After this battle, this place is temporarily safe."

Suppressing his excitement and awe at Yun Songzi's unfathomable strength, Meng Xihong looked at the old man's slightly tired but still upright figure, bowed deeply, and then carefully walked towards the center of the spiritual mist.

(End of this chapter)