Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Xu Jingtian's handsome face flushed slightly at what the Three Saints of Soul Separation said, and he retorted somewhat unconvinced, "I don't believe it. Is there no one who has mastered all six elements of magic to their fullest potential?"

After pondering for a moment, the Three Saints of Separation slowly said, "It's not that they don't exist, but such people are extremely rare, perhaps only once in ten thousand years. You don't know yet, but the six spells of water, earth, fire, metal, thunder, and wind are not something anyone can cultivate; they require spiritual roots as a foundation."

"What is a spiritual root?" Xu Jingtian asked curiously. He had only heard before that cultivators needed excellent aptitude, and those with mediocre aptitude could not cultivate, but this was the first time he had heard of a spiritual root.

The Three Saints of the Soul Separation Sect revealed a look of "you're teachable," and said, "Hehe, the higher one's cultivation level, the more one knows. Ordinary disciples can't comprehend these things. To cultivate a certain kind of magic, one must possess that kind of spiritual root. The other elements are relatively easy to find, as the five elemental spiritual roots are readily available throughout the world. However, the spiritual root for lightning magic is extremely rare, making it the most difficult to cultivate. Especially after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, it becomes very difficult to make further progress, which is why it has the fewest practitioners. Take me for example, although I've been at the Core Formation stage for a hundred years, I've only cultivated the water, earth, and fire elements to the Core Formation stage, while my lightning magic has only reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Huh?" Xu Jingtian said with a troubled expression, "Does that mean I won't need to cultivate this Immortal Thunder Technique anymore?" He had just experienced the power of thunder magic, and the words of the Three Saints of Separation of Souls were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his fantasy of cultivating thunder magic to its extreme.

The Three Saints of Separation laughed, "Haha, you don't need to worry. Although lightning magic is difficult to master, its attack is also the most powerful, and lightning cultivators are the most powerful among immortal cultivators. Lightning cultivation is not easy, but once mastered, one is hard to match at the same level, and can even challenge those of higher levels."

"A challenge beyond his level?" Upon hearing this, Xu Jingtian's hope for Lei Xiu was rekindled. If that were the case, it wouldn't be impossible for him to challenge and defeat Gan Shaohong in the future.

Inner disciples, elite disciples, true disciples—Xu Jingtian had secretly made up his mind to prepare for the selection of inner disciples for the Brahma Sect.

"Senior, shall we still go to Wanhe Valley?" Xu Jingtian asked with a grin.

"You brat, just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush. Are you trying to fool this old man?" The voice of the Three Saints of Separation was somewhat displeased.

Xu Jingtian smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "My cultivation level isn't low anymore, so it wouldn't be right if I didn't have a suitable magic weapon, would it? Besides, we've already left the Brahma Sect, we can't just give up halfway, can we?"

"Alright, I'll listen to you. If you say go, then go. I've been underground for too long, and I'd like to get some fresh air and see more of the world." The Three Saints of Separation of Souls couldn't sway Xu Jingtian's thoughts, as long as it was to his advantage.

Hundreds of miles south of the Brahma Temple lies a very mysterious valley. Although the valley is not deep, from the outside, the flowers, trees, birds and beasts inside are no different from other valleys, but it is shrouded in thick white fog all year round.

It's normal for mountain valleys to have mist, but a valley as dense and shrouded in mist year-round is quite incredible. Because of the countless ravines and gullies within the valley, coupled with the fog, the environment is extremely treacherous. People from nearby villages dare not enter. Legend has it that some daring individuals, out of curiosity, tried to explore, but never returned. Over time, this valley came to be known by the locals as the "Valley of Death."

However, there are often people of unknown origin, all dressed strangely, who seem to possess extraordinary skills and are not ordinary people. They seem very curious about this "Valley of Death." After inquiring about the information from the villagers, they still refuse to listen to advice and insist on entering the valley. In the end, they are never seen to come out, but they often see some corpses of unknown origin.

The villagers couldn't help but feel sorry for them, but they were helpless and could only continue to patiently persuade those who came later.

On this day, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old came from outside.

The young man was slender, with delicate features and a high nose. Although young, he was already an inch taller than most adults, and exuded a natural intelligence. He seemed to be in a hurry and looked somewhat tired.

The boy attracted the attention of nearby villagers as soon as he entered the village.

"Young man, are you also heading to the Valley of Death?" a middle-aged man asked as he stepped forward.

"The Valley of Death?" the boy asked curiously.

"Yes, it's that valley over there. It's full of ravines and is shrouded in thick white fog all year round. It's extremely dangerous. If you're not careful, you'll slip and fall into the ravine. Young people, I advise you to back down and not go in," the middle-aged man said sincerely.

"That's it then." The young man, instead of being dissuaded, was overjoyed. His spirits lifted, his weariness vanished, and a rare smile appeared on his face. "I finally found it! Thank you, sir!"

The boy thanked the middle-aged man as he ran towards the valley. He walked very fast and soon disappeared from the man's sight.

"Oh dear, these young people these days really don't know their own limitations. Another one going to their death!" The middle-aged man shook his head, muttering to himself, "Never mind, forget I said that!"

This young man was none other than Xu Jingtian. He only knew the general location of Wanhe Valley. Since descending the mountain from the Brahma Sect, he had been traveling day and night for four or five days, and his spiritual energy had been greatly depleted. After listening to what the middle-aged man said, he knew that the valley ahead was most likely the place he was looking for.

Xu Jingtian rushed to the entrance of the valley in one breath, looking at the churning mist in front of him, feeling puzzled.

"Should we just go in like this? Won't it be dangerous?"

The valley was shrouded in mountain mist, and as far as the eye could see, there were countless ravines of all sizes. Combined with the mist, the environment was extremely treacherous.

Xu Jingtian strained his eyes to see clearly, but still couldn't make it out. He released his faint divine sense, but could only perceive a radius of about a hundred feet; beyond that, he couldn't detect anything. This mist seemed extraordinary; it wasn't naturally formed, but rather appeared to be created by a highly skilled cultivator using magic, designed to block the divine sense of cultivators.

However, Xu Jingtian was somewhat delighted, because this place was more likely to be the Wanhe Valley they were looking for.

"However, since we've come all this way, there's no reason not to go in." Xu Jingtian considered for a moment, then strode into the valley.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they had already gone deep into the valley for over a hundred feet, but they still hadn't found the entrance to the transaction.

Xu Jingtian was getting impatient. He released his divine sense and spread it in all directions. After a while, he suddenly showed joy and said excitedly, "Hehe, I finally found it. It's just fifty feet ahead." Because of the distance, he couldn't sense the actual situation, but he could feel some faint fluctuations of spiritual energy there.

After walking another fifty feet, Xu Jingtian indeed found traces of human carving on a mountain wall, but they were concealed by a restriction and could not be seen by ordinary people.

This was a kind of restriction that concealed traces, not very sophisticated. Just as Xu Jingtian was about to use his spiritual power to break it, a sudden burst of intense spiritual energy appeared there, and a thin crack appeared in the mountain wall. A man dressed in green walked out from inside.