The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

In order to accelerate the transformation of Tianxuan Realm into a magic-based world, Moran invested more in publicity and produced enough {Tianxuan Society Invitation Letters} for all Tianxuan people to use at once.

The World Consciousness was also very sincere. It took the initiative to undertake the task of issuing invitations, weaving the introduction of the Tianxuan Society and the conspiracy of the Immortal Realm into a dream. While enlightening the world through the dream, it delivered the {Tianxuan Society Invitation} to every Tianxuan person.

On this day, as the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the inky sky, an invisible yet powerful will, accompanied by the cool moonlight, gently enveloped the entire Tianxuan Realm.

Mountains and rivers, cities and villages, immortal cultivation sects, and billions of people, whether innocent mortals or powerful cultivators, were all drawn into an incredibly realistic dream at this moment.

The True Man Xuancheng of the Myriad Laws Sect in the cultivation world sat in the center of his cave.

He had recently successfully condensed his golden core, and the sect held a grand ascension ceremony for him, with guests filling the hall and congratulations pouring in.

But he stood on the altar until his legs went numb, until the stars and moon dimmed, but he still couldn't see the legendary guiding light.

Manzong's expectations turned into silent mockery.

Overnight, his once black hair turned completely white.

At this moment, he was already disheartened and his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes blurred.

He seemed to have his soul leave his body, rising into the boundless void, where he "saw" a hideous pillar of dark gold light, like a greedy tentacle parasitizing the world, deeply piercing the boundary membrane of the Heavenly Profound Realm.

At the same time, a deep, painful, and sorrowful faint lament resounded directly in his heart.

The voice claimed to be the Heavenly Dao of this world, saying that the ascension that countless cultivators regard as the ultimate goal is simply a hoax from another world.

The brilliant and talented ancestors of all ages, after ascending to heaven, all became "resources" to be ruthlessly harvested on the dining table of the immortals!
Before grief and despair could completely overwhelm him, the ancient, dark golden pillar of light, which had stretched for millennia, was severed by the old man in green robes, the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. The sound was magnificent, cleansing the soul.
"The path to immortality has been severed, but the path of magic must rise. Take this jade token, join my academy, and reopen the way forward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm, flowing light fell into his palm.

Master Xuancheng was shaken to his core and suddenly opened his eyes, only to be met with the same cold, rough stone walls of his secluded cave.

He was panting heavily, his Taoist robe soaked with cold sweat, the mind still vividly recalling the mind-blowing scene he had just witnessed.

He subconsciously opened his palm, and the cloud-patterned jade piece he had caught in his dream was lying quietly in his palm, radiating a cool yet solid feel. Only then did he realize that this was not a dream.

In the past, the proud and arrogant Master Xuancheng would never have easily signed a Heavenly Dao Contract with an unknown being.

But at this moment, the despair of the severed path to immortality was still vivid in his mind, and the truth of the immortal realm revealed by the "incarnation of the Heavenly Dao" shattered his preconceived notions.

This jade piece was the only straw he could reach out to in his despair, and his only hope to reopen his path.

"Fine, since there's no other way out, why not give it a try!"

Having made up his mind, he opened the invitation and signed his name.

Jade Market, deep in a dark, shabby alley.

Lin Feng lay on the cold straw mat, the excruciating pain in his dantian and the despair of having lost all his cultivation gnawing at his mind like venomous snakes. Having failed to seize the Foundation Establishment Elixir, his path to cultivation severed, and ending up in such a miserable state, he could almost smell the breath of death.

Just as his consciousness was fading, an irresistible, intense drowsiness suddenly dragged him into the abyss.

In his dream, he "saw" the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rapidly receding like the tide, and the once gleaming spirit stones in the market turning gray and crumbling at a visible speed.

The once vibrant medicinal herbs withered, and the magical artifacts lost their luster... A sense of apocalyptic panic gripped him.

Without spiritual energy, what difference is there between a cultivator and a mortal?

However, his dantian was already damaged, rendering him useless. Now there was no hope of repair.
Just as despair reached its peak, the dream suddenly changed.

An old man, shrouded in a clear light and claiming to be the "incarnation of the Heavenly Dao," appeared. With a wave of his sleeve, he revealed a wondrous place called the "Tianxuan Academy."

There are no spiritual root thresholds there, and it does not rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Each jade artifact with its shimmering brilliance contains a brand new path of cultivation—using spirit to manipulate elements and using willpower to create miracles!
A powerful mage can freeze thousands of miles with a wave of his hand; his power is in no way inferior to that of a legendary high-level cultivator!

“No spiritual root needed…no spiritual energy needed…” These eight words resounded like thunder in his dark heart.

Lin Feng suddenly woke up, the mold on the dilapidated roof came into view, and the wound in his abdomen was still burning painful.

But the next second, he noticed something strange in his palm. The warm, smooth jade piece that had appeared in his dream was actually lying in his sweaty palm!

Not a dream!
An unprecedented surge of heat instantly dispelled his despair. He gripped the jade piece tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and a blazing light, like wildfire, burst forth from his cloudy eyes.

The dantian is destroyed, the path to immortality is severed? No!
Heaven has opened another window for him! He must seize it, at all costs!
Meanwhile, in a small village in the mortal realm.

At only ten years old, Daya, who had failed the divination for immortality, fell into a deep sleep, embracing her longing for immortals.

In her dream, the sky shone brightly, and a kind-faced, otherworldly old man in a green robe rode down on a cloud. In a gentle voice, he told her that there was a place called the "Tianxuan Academy" where she could learn powerful "immortal techniques" without relying on the illusory "fate of immortality," and that she could also protect her family and see the outside world!

This was exactly what she had been dreaming of.

The old man rode away on a cloud, leaving behind a beautiful, glowing "jade piece".

Ya Ya woke up from her sweet dream with a smile and found that she was really holding that beautiful, glowing "jade piece" in her hand. The little girl was so excited that she almost jumped off the bed.

"Father! Mother! The fairy grandfather gave me a treasure!" Barefoot, holding up the jade piece, she rushed into her parents' room like a happy little sparrow.

However, to her surprise, she found her parents gathered around her bedridden grandmother, their faces a mixture of surprise and excitement, and they were also holding the same jade pieces in their hands!
Even the younger brother, who had just learned to speak, was tightly clutching a piece of jade in his little hand.

"Yaya, you too..." Yaya's father, a simple and honest farmer, looked at the jade piece in his daughter's hand, his voice trembling slightly, "We also dreamed of the immortal, he said... said that this can teach us skills... even if we don't have any magical talent, we can use our extra spiritual energy to exchange for food!"

"Yes, Mother dreamt about it too." Ya Ya's mother hugged her daughter, tears glistening in her eyes. "Has Heaven finally opened its eyes and looked at us poor souls who have no chance to become immortals?"

A family of five, five jade pieces, emitting a soft glow in the dim candlelight. (End of Chapter)