Primordial Era: Reborn Kong Xuan, Steady Cultivation

While the matter of the Blood Sea and the plan for merit are important, they are not the most pressing issues at present.

Kong Xuan's mind sharpened, and he temporarily suppressed those long-term thoughts.

The most urgent task is to find the treasure-dropping golden coin in Wuyi Mountain as soon as possible.

Time is indeed running out.

He needs to gather as many treasures as possible and strengthen his foundation before those powerful figures who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings return.

This time, Hongjun preached the Great Dao of Hunyuan in Zixiao Palace in three sessions, each lasting 43,200 years. The total of the three sessions was exactly 129,600 years, which is exactly one Yuanhui.

In his first sermon, he explained the mysteries of the realms of Taiyi Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal, laying the foundation for the Daluo Dao.

The second sermon will reveal the path to becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal (Quasi-Saint) and will impart the crucial method of "Three Corpses Attaining the Dao".

The third sermon will touch upon the supreme mysteries of the realm of sainthood and the attainment of sainthood through merit.

This means that the longest "window of opportunity" left for Kong Xuan was no more than 40,000 years after his first sermon.

He must make the most of this precious time while all the top beings of the primordial world have gone to outer space and act swiftly.

Once the sermon concludes and all the great beings of the heavens return, the primordial order will inevitably undergo a dramatic change.

The Celestial Court may soon be established, and then the great calamity of the Lich King that will sweep across the heavens and earth will slowly begin.

At that time, calamity will rage and karma will become entangled. Even the relatively remote Southern Continent will not be immune to the impact.

If by then I am still like I am today, relying only on my Golden Immortal cultivation and a few ordinary spiritual treasures, it would be nothing short of a fool's dream to try to protect myself or even advance further during the Great Tribulation.

Just as Kong Xuan was concentrating on searching and mentally calculating the time, a sudden, sharp shout exploded in his ears like a thunderclap:

"How dare you trespass on my immortal abode?!"

Kong Xuan felt a chill run down his spine, and the five-colored spiritual light around his body instinctively rippled slightly to protect him.

He then realized with a start that he had unknowingly ventured deep into a very secluded valley.

This valley is blessed with natural beauty and spiritual energy, so rich that it transforms into milky-white mist that flows slowly, enveloping the surrounding scenery in a hazy, misty haze.

The valley is teeming with rare and precious herbs and plants, shimmering with light and color, making it an excellent place for secluded cultivation.

"If you retreat now, I will forgive and forget; otherwise, I will surely let you experience the wonders of my magic!"

The sound rang out again, echoing through the valley mist, carrying a stern warning, yet due to the environmental echoes and the obscuring effect of the mist, it was difficult to accurately determine its source and strength.

Upon hearing this, Kong Xuan was filled with doubt.

He did not sense any obvious or powerful restrictions or traces of a mansion; the warning came abruptly.

He reacted swiftly, his expression remaining impassive. He immediately bowed respectfully towards the approximate source of the sound, his tone conveying just the right amount of apology and caution:

"I have unwittingly trespassed into this sacred place, disturbing your peaceful cultivation. Please forgive me!"

He spoke politely, but his powerful Golden Immortal-level divine sense had already spread out.

"Well, since you've stumbled in by mistake, leave quickly and don't disturb my cultivation."

The voice seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but its tone remained aloof as it urged him to leave.

During this brief conversation, Kong Xuan's divine sense had already locked onto the target.

Deep within that swirling spiritual mist, beneath a gnarled ancient vine, lay a tiny figure, no bigger than the palm of your hand, radiating spiritual energy!

The little creature had a tender face, but it was putting on a serious act. It gripped the vines and leaves beside it tightly with both hands, and its bright eyes were filled with tension and fear. It was staring intently at the location where Kong Xuan was, and its body was trembling slightly.

"A Xuanxian cultivation level... and his aura is so pure, like a plant spirit attaining enlightenment?" Kong Xuan instantly understood, and the wariness in his heart immediately dissipated, replaced by a hint of amusement and enlightenment.

It turns out he was just a little guy who ruled the mountain and was all bluster and bluff.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. Without another word, he casually gestured with his right hand toward the ancient vine.

In an instant, a soft, five-colored spiritual light shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing through layers of spiritual mist and precisely capturing the panicked little man who didn't even have time to cry out.

As the light flashed back, the palm-sized "This Great Immortal" was firmly grasped in Kong Xuan's palm, its eyes wide open, its face filled with disbelief and horror.

"Immortal, spare my life! Immortal, spare my life! I was blind and ignorant, I have offended your divine presence, please spare my life!"

As soon as the little man fell into Kong Xuan's palm, he knelt down with a thud, banging his head on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly. His voice was high-pitched and trembling with fear as he begged for mercy.

Kong Xuan let him beg for mercy for a moment before speaking calmly: "I have a few questions for you. Answer honestly, and I may spare your life. How long have you been cultivating on this mountain? What creatures still live here? Do you know what treasures are hidden...?"

Upon hearing this, the little boy felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately stopped kowtowing, nervously clasped his two little hands together, tilted his head, pinched his short fingers, and began to calculate in a muttered manner, appearing very serious.

After a moment, he raised his small face and tried his best to appear respectful: "Your Excellency, I am the transformed form of a nine-leaf immortal mushroom that has been blessed by creation in this valley. Since I first gained consciousness, I have lived for thirty-five thousand seven hundred years..."

Some time ago, a divine decree descended from the heavens, and I was fortunate enough to hear some fragments of the Great Dao, which gave me guidance. That's how I officially embarked on the path of cultivation, and I have been diligently cultivating for nearly ten thousand years now..."

As he rambled on about his background and cultivation experiences, Kong Xuan frowned slightly and interrupted, "There's no need to go into detail about those. Just tell me about the creatures and treasures in the mountains."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little man shrank his neck, and a look of struggle and pain immediately appeared on his face, clearly knowing that what he was about to say might expose some secrets.

But when it looked up and saw Kong Xuan's five fingers, which were as large as mountains, covering it, and felt the vast and boundless magical power fluctuations, it finally dared not hide anything and said dejectedly, "Reporting to the Immortal, I am timid by nature. Since I took human form, I have almost always stayed in the vicinity of 'Zhi Valley' and rarely travel far..."

However, about ten thousand years ago, several extremely powerful auras did indeed rise into the sky from the mountains one after another, flying away towards the outer heavens at an alarming speed. The smaller ones hid in the earth's veins for a long time before daring to emerge.

At this point, a look of lingering fear appeared on its little face, as if the oppressive atmosphere of that day was still fresh in its memory.

"As for the treasure..." It gritted its teeth, its face showing even more heartache, and finally stretched out a thin finger, as thin as a blade of grass, pointing in a certain direction outside the valley, "About three thousand miles west of here, there is a very strange place."

It may seem like an ordinary mountain forest, but once you get close enough, you will inexplicably fall into a naturally formed innate array.

I... I once approached it out of curiosity, and as soon as I stepped in, my consciousness became dizzy as if I had fallen into a quagmire. I lost all five senses and felt as if I had been isolated from the world. I was in a daze for a long time before I was thrown out. I almost lost my consciousness.

"What exactly is hidden inside? My strength is too weak to know. I only know that the place is extremely eerie and definitely not a good place!"

After it finished speaking, it secretly glanced at Kong Xuan, thinking that this immortal might have given up the idea of ​​finding the treasure because of the danger it mentioned.