Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chen Fan landed lightly on one of the bustling white jade islands, his hands behind his back, strolling through the crowd like an ordinary passerby.

Instead of rushing to find the Kunxu Sect, he entered a towering pavilion called "Tingfeng Tower".

Tingfenglou, nominally a teahouse, is actually a place where cultivators exchange information and share resources.

Chen Fan tossed a top-grade spirit stone to the Nascent Soul servant at the entrance and was respectfully led up to the third floor, where he sat down in a quiet and elegant seat by the window.

He had just picked up the Enlightenment Tea on the table and taken a sip when a hushed conversation took place at the next table. Every word of it was uttered into his divine sense, which was comparable to that of a Mahayana cultivator or even a True Immortal.

"Hey, have you heard? Things aren't very peaceful deep in the star field lately." A gaunt late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was speaking mysteriously to his companion.

Although it was a telepathic transmission, in front of Chen Fan, it was no different from loud noise.

"Why is things not peaceful? Could it be that those demonic cultivators from the Blood Spirit Starfield have invaded our borders again?" His companion, a large, early-stage Void Refinement cultivator, nonchalantly picked up his wine cup.

"That's not the Blood Spirit Starfield! It's the Kunxu Sect! The mirror, one of the Kunxu Sect's most treasured artifacts, has been acting strangely lately. It's said that the light it emits has even turned the Milky Way beyond the nine heavens into black and white!" The gaunt cultivator lowered his voice, his eyes filled with awe.

Chen Fan paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Mirror?

"You mean... the Mirror of Reincarnation?!" The fat cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he slammed his wine cup heavily on the table. "Are you crazy! That's a priceless treasure jointly guarded by the Nine Immortals of Kunxu. How could it suddenly act strangely? Legend has it that every time the Mirror of Reincarnation acts strangely, it's either a great calamity is about to befall the world or a heaven-defying opportunity is about to emerge!"

"Who can argue with that! The high-level cultivators throughout the Kunxu Starfield are going crazy over it, saying the Samsara Mirror is acting strangely, as if it's foreshadowing something. Some are even speculating that the Immortal Realm might be about to issue another decree!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan put down his teacup.

He stood up, slowly walked to the next table, and, under the surprised and wary gazes of the two people, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Fellow Daoists, I'm quite interested in the Mirror of Reincarnation you've mentioned," Chen Fan said calmly, casually placing three crystals radiating a misty immortal aura on the table. "Could you elaborate?"

"Celestial Crystals?!"

The fat cultivator and the gaunt cultivator gasped, their expressions, which were about to erupt in anger, instantly froze, replaced by intense greed and fear.

Those who can casually produce immortal crystals are no ordinary people.

The portly cultivator coughed lightly, subtly gathering the immortal crystals into his sleeve. His wariness transformed into a fawning smile: "This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Are you from another star field?"

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "I just arrived at Kunxu and heard about the Samsara Mirror, which aroused my curiosity."

"That explains it." The gaunt cultivator looked around and lowered his voice, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but the reason our star field is called Kunxu is precisely because of the Kunxu Sect!"

"Oh? A sect named after a star field?" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.

"That's right!" the fat cultivator chimed in. "Kunxu Sect is one of the nine super sects of the Cultivation Alliance, ruling over nine level-nine cultivation kingdoms! The sect is full of powerful figures. A Nascent Soul cultivator can only be considered an outer sect elder, while a Mahayana stage old monster can enter the inner sect."

"As for that Mirror of Reincarnation..." The fat cultivator took a deep breath, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes, "That's a true treasure of the Immortal Realm! A legendary supreme being capable of reversing Yin and Yang and reversing time and space. However, not just anyone can see it; it's jointly preserved by the Nine Immortals of Kunxu."

"Nine Immortals?" Chen Fan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

"Indeed, the Nine Immortals of Kunxu!" The gaunt cultivator's eyes were filled with awe. "Those nine are not ordinary Mahayana cultivators, but rogue immortals who failed their tribulation and turned to cultivation to dissolve their bodies! The nine rogue immortals have been stationed in the ancestral land of Kunxu Sect for many years, jointly suppressing the Mirror of Reincarnation. If you want to visit them, you have to go to the core area of ​​Kunxu Sect."

A glint of light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

A wandering immortal.

If a cultivator fails to withstand the tribulation lightning during the tribulation stage, their physical body will be destroyed while their primordial spirit remains intact, and they can then transform into a rogue immortal. Although rogue immortals lose the qualification to ascend to the immortal realm, their strength will undergo a qualitative leap after each rogue immortal tribulation. The combat power of a high-level rogue immortal is even comparable to that of a true immortal.

"Thank you both for clearing up my doubts."

Chen Fan didn't linger. He stood up, turned around, and walked downstairs.

Having obtained the information he wanted, there was no need to continue browsing the Tianbao Market. His sole purpose for this trip was the Kunxu Sect and the Reincarnation Mirror!

Leaving Tingfeng Tower, Chen Fan rose into the air, breaking through the atmosphere of Tianbao Market and stepping back into the vast starry sky.

"Kunxu Sect..."

Chen Fan determined the direction, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Regardless of whether the Mirror of Reincarnation is as strange as rumored, and no matter what the cost, he must obtain it.

Tianxiangzi suffered her soul scattered because of him; this cause and effect is heavier than Mount Tai.

A streak of bluish-gray light once again pierced the starry sky.

This time, Chen Fan did not deliberately suppress his speed. With his peak Tribulation Transcending cultivation fully activated, he seemed to merge with the rules of space, and with each flash, he could traverse several star systems.

Along the way, he witnessed too many wonders of the Cultivation Alliance.

There is a colossal Xuanwu, comparable in size to a cultivation star, carrying an entire sect as it roams the sea of ​​stars; there is a thunderstorm stretching for tens of millions of miles, sealed off by powerful cultivators with arrays, serving as a trial ground for sect disciples; and there is a dilapidated ancient battlefield, where countless remains of ancient immortals and demons float.

But Chen Fan remained calm, his gaze fixed on the direction of the deepest part of the star field.

After speeding through the starry sky for about half a month.

Suddenly, the starry sky ahead began to distort violently.

The once tranquil sea of ​​stars seemed to be violently stirred up by an invisible hand. Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from the void, instantly turning meteorites within tens of thousands of miles around into dust.

"Um?"

Chen Fan paused, stopping in mid-air, his brows furrowing slightly.

A huge gap was torn open in the starry sky ahead, and a starship, 100,000 feet long and made entirely of dark gold dragon bones, slowly emerged from the spatial rift.

A huge flag fluttered on the mast of the warship, with two large characters written in ancient Taoist patterns: Kunxu!

The pressure emanating from the warship actually reached the level of a Mahayana stage magic weapon; the gale alone generated by its passage was enough to tear a Nascent Soul cultivator to shreds.

At the very front of the warship's deck stood an elderly man dressed in a purple star-patterned Taoist robe, his hands clasped behind his back.

The old man had white hair and beard, and his face exuded an imposing aura. Chains of the Great Dao's rules seemed to flow and change around him. His eyes, like two deep black holes, coldly stared at Chen Fan, who was blocking the way in front of the warship.