This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 395 My dear brother, what are you doing here?
Above the sky, the phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars appeared alternately, and the magnificent and ancient celestial map evolved into a tribulation of lightning, instantly covering the entire sky with violent thunderclouds.

Xiang Yuan stared in disbelief at the strange celestial phenomenon. He had seen Bai Wuyan undergo her tribulation before and knew very well what this thing represented. After a cultivator reached the Great Perfection of the Integration Stage, the lightning tribulation reshaped them, allowing them to advance further in the Upper Three Realms.

After Yan Xuanhe severed the heavens with his sword, the laws of heaven and earth were lost, the three realms became blurred, and the Qianyuan Realm had no concept of tribulation. The Integration Stage was the end point of the Qianyuan Realm. If cultivators wanted to advance further, they had to go to other worlds to seek opportunities for breakthroughs.

There are no lightning tribulations in the Qianyuan Realm!
The protective array of Mount Mahakasyapa simulated a lightning tribulation!
Regardless of whether the tribulation was real or not, or whether it could actually help him overcome the tribulation, Xiang Yuan sensed that he was being targeted by the tribulation. Before the lightning even touched him, he felt completely numb.

After his death, he was so weak that he couldn't lift a finger or carry anything on his shoulders. His wives and concubines can testify to this; he was utterly powerless. It would be a bit of an exaggeration for the mountain-protecting formation to simulate a lightning tribulation to strike him.

We can just continue to strengthen the Sword Master of Bright Clouds and the others; there's really no need to use the lightning tribulation!
Rumble!
click!
The terrifying primordial energy of heaven and earth converged high in the sky, and the first bolt of lightning struck down. The white lightning, as thick as a palace pillar, tore through the sky. Wherever it passed, space was like cloth being cut by a sharp blade, revealing dark void rifts amidst the tearing sound.

Before the lightning even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the giant rocks on the mountaintop to crumble into dust.

Immediately afterwards, four more booming explosions rang out, each more violent than the last.

Almost instantly, five bolts of lightning arrived simultaneously.

The first bolt of lightning blazed white, slaying flesh and blood. Wherever the lightning passed, no matter if you had skin of copper or bones of iron, you would be reduced to ashes in this white light.

The second bolt of lightning was as green as jade, and it was a soul-slaying technique that specifically targeted the primordial spirit, ignoring defenses and striking directly at the essence of the primordial spirit.
The third path is as black as ink, cold and corrosive to all things. Even a trace of it will cause the body to rot and the primordial spirit and magical treasures to be destroyed in an instant.
The fourth one is crimson like blood, it cannot be extinguished once it touches the body, it can burn the sky and boil the sea;

The fifth chaotic amber, heavy as ten thousand jun, pressed down on heaven and earth.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the five thunderbolts erupted simultaneously, causing the world to lose its color.

Five bolts of lightning intertwined into a net, precisely locking onto the vital energy and solidifying the space, completely sealing off any escape route to Xiang Yuan. Even with his supernatural abilities related to the five elements, he had no way to avoid it at this moment.

boom----

The might of Heaven is like a mountain, crashing down upon us.

Five bolts of lightning converged at one point, giving Xiang Yuan no time to react, and crashed down with earth-shattering force, directly engulfing the area where he was located.

Centered on the point of lightning strike, a violent energy storm exploded outwards in a ring, forcibly sucking out the air within a radius of a thousand feet, forming a huge vacuum vortex.

At the foot of Wendao Peak, a terrifying deep pit with a diameter of tens of feet suddenly appeared.

The pit walls were smooth as a mirror, exhibiting a glassy, ​​crystalline state, with lingering lightning crackling at the edges. The bottom of the pit was unfathomable, with only eerie black mist constantly rising, mixing with the rising blue smoke and dust, transforming into a hazy column of smoke that shot straight into the sky.

All vegetation within a radius of several miles withered, and all life was completely annihilated by the destructive power contained in the thunder.

"Gulp!" x6
Looking at the bottomless pit, the six grandmasters swallowed hard. The Mingxia Sword Master, who had been beaten to a pulp by Xiang Yuan three times in a row and was full of fierce and murderous aura, now had a much clearer look in his eyes.

They knew that Ji Wuzhou had already taken control of the mountain-protecting formation, but they never expected that in just two or three days, the sect leader had taken such control of the formation.

The sect leader possesses astonishing cultivation, yet remains so humble. Where can one find another sect leader who is so courteous and respectful to his subordinates?

The fact that the Heavenly Sect has a sect leader is a blessing they have accumulated over many lifetimes!

loyalty!

Loyalty is a must!

boom!
Just as the group secretly vowed to sacrifice their lives for the sect leader and dedicate their lives to the Heavenly Sect, a deafening roar came from the depths of the pit, and a terrifying aura rose from the ground.

"It hurts me too!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and from the edge of the bottomless crater, a bulging arm with bulging veins and hook-like fingers suddenly emerged, digging deep into the ground.

A majestic Dharma image with three heads and six arms burst forth from the earth and soared into the sky.

The Dharma image was over three zhang tall, with six arms whose muscles were bulging and whose entire body was wrapped in lingering lightning. The faces on the left and right sides were expressionless and indifferent, but the expression of the leader in the center was particularly vivid. At this moment, his features were ferocious, and his vertical eye between his eyebrows was half open and half closed, with light and shadow flickering within, and a chaotic light faintly emanating from it.

The six grandmasters' pupils shrank, and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces. They never expected that the young sect master, who had suffered the terrifying heavenly punishment of the five elements, could still be alive and kicking.

Just moments ago, Liu Pojun was shouting, "Don't let the thief escape!" Now, his eyes were wide open and his mouth agape, like a mentally challenged person weighing 200 pounds.

I can no longer bring myself to say anything like "thief."

This is how it is in the cultivation world: those with ability are young sect leaders, those without ability are petty thieves, and the distinction between senior cultivators and ant cultivators is crystal clear.

The six grandmasters were filled with unease, vaguely sensing that there was some misunderstanding. The sect leader and the young sect leader shouldn't have fought so fiercely. If there was any conflict, they should have sat down and discussed it properly, and made things clear.

Even if a fight breaks out, the conflicts between those in power should be resolved by those in the lower ranks. They, as underlings, should stay put and not be the ones to rush to the front lines as cannon fodder.

Wait a minute, who just shouted "Don't leave, thief!" and made me follow them without even realizing it?
Rumble!
Not only were the six grandmasters stunned, but the mountain-protecting formation also paused for a moment before resuming its previous command. The sun, moon, and stars evolved into a cloud-eye vortex, simulating a lightning tribulation once again.

Lightning surged across the sky, the power of the lightning bolts surged, and a boiling torrent of energy rapidly accumulated in the high sky, poised to unleash its full force and relentlessly illuminate the entire Mahayana Mountain Range.

Among the three heads and six arms, the leader's face suddenly became clear. Having failed to teleport, he knew he was trapped on Mount Mahayana and planned to kidnap some hostages to cover his own escape.

It's impossible to withstand it head-on. The lightning tribulation simulated by the mountain-protecting formation is incredibly powerful, and it gets stronger with stronger opponents. Its upper limit is unknown. He can withstand the first wave, but it's hard to say whether he can withstand the second or third wave.

Unfortunately, because the space was completely sealed off, they couldn't use Bai Wuyan's magic weapon to help them.

A loud boom erupted, not from thunder in the sky, but from beneath the feet of the three-headed, six-armed Dharma image.

As Xiang Yuan's toes touched the ground, terrifying energy pierced through the vast sky. A massive arc, visible to the naked eye, formed a vortex in the concave space, instantly traversing a thousand meters with a sharp whooshing sound. The enormous hand opened and reached out to grab the Sword Master of Bright Clouds.

The terrifying numbers were impossible to resist. Before the Sword Master of Bright Clouds could react, he was grabbed by a large hand.

The beans popped and exploded, blood seeped from between the fingers, and the beauty in his hand had broken tendons and bones, her flesh a bloody mess.

This action immediately extinguished Mingxia Sword Master's will to resist.

It's not that they don't want to resist, but that they can't.

bang bang bang ---

Five loud bangs followed, each one like thunderclap from a clear sky.

With three heads and six arms, it moved swiftly, each of its six large hands holding a grandmaster, raised high above its head towards the swirling cloud eye in the sky.

Come on, this is a fixed asset of the Heavenly Sect. If you're so capable, keep chopping it!
boom!
The Eye of Thunder in the sky trembled violently, and a lightning pillar even more terrifying than before crashed down, like an aurora descending upon the world, dazzling and magnificent, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, scattering a hazy beam of seven colors.

Xiang Yuan let out a low roar, his vertical eye between his brows suddenly widened, and a chaotic sword light shot out from it.

Initially just a sliver, it suddenly surged thousands of feet, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, carrying the most primordial chaotic power, defying the heavens.

The sword light collided with the lightning pillar, but there was no earth-shattering explosion, only the purest annihilation. The sword light was unstoppable, shattering the extreme lightning and exploding into countless seven-colored glazed tiles along the way.

Going against the current, turning the Milky Way upside down!

The sword light pierced straight into the sky, touching the vortex of the cloud eye, and fiercely stabbed into the core of the Thunder Eye, obliterating it completely. The thunderclouds receded like a tide, revealing the true form of the mountain-protecting formation, restoring the previous sun, moon, and star formations.

High in the sky, a faint, almost imperceptible murmur rang out, followed by a pair of eyes that blotted out the sky, slowly opening in the heavens.

His eyes were different colors; his left eye was like the rising sun, fiery and intense, while his right eye was like the cold moon, clear and cold as frost.

These heterochromatic eyes were indifferent and ruthless, containing the essence of Yin and Yang, as if the Dao of Heaven had manifested itself, directly merging into the constellations of the mountain-protecting array, replacing the original sun and moon.

Buzz buzz————

An indescribable divine might crashed down, causing the entire Mahayana Mountain Range to tremble. At the summit of Dao Asking Peak, the Twelve Dao Pavilions teetered on the brink of collapse, and the mountain body of Dao Asking Peak began to crack and slowly tilt to one side.

Suddenly, the world fell silent, and time seemed to stand still.

Above the heavens, the eyes of the sun and moon merged into one, imprisoning the surrounding space and causing its thoughts to stagnate.

The invisible lightning transformed into a sword, suddenly slashing down and spreading into mist in space. With boundless heavenly might, it crushed open large spatial rifts, obliterating everything that existed in its path.

A sword strikes from the heavens!
A blinding white light swept across the sky, dragging down the black curtain. The moment it touched the three-headed, six-armed figure, the six grandmasters instantly vaporized.

Even the body with three heads and six arms could not hold on at this moment. The body collapsed and gradually turned to ashes, first the limbs, then the torso...

Until the three-headed form was formed, the chaotic light between the eyebrows spread out, reversing the trend of collapse and reshaping the form with three heads and six arms.

The sun and moon in the sky, their eyes personified, frowned, seemingly out of fear or helplessness. The remaining force of the Heavenly Meteor Sword continued to strike, heavily hitting the three-headed, six-armed avatar and smashing it deep into the crater.

After falling thousands of feet, the three-headed, six-armed creature crashed through a spatial barrier and disappeared without a trace.

Above Mount Mahayana, the sun, moon, and stars returned, reshaping the mountain, stabilizing the collapsing Dao Asking Peak, and erasing the lightning-struck crater. Even the six Grandmasters who had been vaporized were now fully recovered. The six were dazed, not understanding what had happened. Looking at the intact Mount Mahayana, they only remembered being captured alive by Xiang Yuan, and then…

The sect leader has made a move?
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The three-headed, six-armed creature crashed through the spatial barrier and fell into a world that resembled a small paradise. Here, there were mountains and water, the alternation of the sun and moon, and all the laws and primordial energy of heaven and earth were present, making it seem as real as reality.

boom!
Dust surged into the sky, and the earth caved in, creating a rather anthropomorphic crater.

Judging from the shape of the pit, it is a giant with three heads, six arms, and three legs.

It's possible that it has two legs and a tail.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much!"

Xiang Yuan crawled naked out of the pit, his hair disheveled, teeth bared, and legs trembling as he took two steps. After a few steps, he sat down cross-legged, disregarding the shame of worldly attire, and began to circulate the Formless Seal Technique to strengthen his inner spirit and outer divine power, using blood medicine to replenish his energy and regulate his breathing to heal his injuries.

I vaguely remember the last time I sat cross-legged to heal my injury; it was a long time ago, and I can't recall the exact date.

"That wrecked sampan is so powerful! What happened to him these past two years that made him so formidable..."

"No, the real power lies in the Heavenly Sect's protective mountain formation; the broken sampan just happened to be there..."

"So ruthless and merciless, killing even his own disciple without hesitation, he's someone destined for greatness. There's no mistake, he's the mastermind behind it all!"

In just a few words, Xiang Yuan finished his recuperation. His back and legs were no longer sore, and he stood up with renewed vigor, regaining the physique of a physical education student.

He took out his clothes and put them on, then looked inward and sensed that his cultivation had improved again, which he found out to be outrageous.

Although the lightning tribulation simulated by the mountain-protecting formation was fake, the impact and damage that the lightning tribulation caused to his physical body and primordial spirit were real. From the perspective of the humanoid elixir, any external force that could not kill him would make him even stronger.

Being struck by lightning once a day is more efficient than any kind of dual cultivation of the primordial spirit.

"What do you mean? Do you want to be beaten up?"

Xiang Yuan stood up indignantly, refusing to engage in self-torture-style cultivation, firmly believing that this method of cultivation was an evil path.

That being said, it does smell very good.

Looking at the vast and boundless world around him, Xiang Yuan slowly floated up and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Before me lay a vast and ancient world, with endless mountain ranges, the sun and moon occupying the east and west, and countless stars shining in the center of the sky. Three hundred and sixty-five main stars were arranged in a celestial constellation, which was remarkably similar to the protective array of Mount Dacheng.

What astonished Xiang Yuan the most was the towering, sky-piercing peak in the distance, radiating a chilling aura that was impossible to ignore.

look familiar.

The Ancient Wilderness Realm has the same configuration!
However, the world before us is clearly different from the Ancient Wilderness Realm.

The immense pressure of the Desolate Ancient Realm is everywhere. The stats and mechanics of the Tongyou stage are weakened in every aspect, and it is constantly draining the lifeblood of living beings.

This world also has omnipresent pressure, but it's not as extreme, and it doesn't drain the life force of living beings, making it more friendly to intruders.

Xiang Yuanyuan calls it the poor man's version of the Desolate Ancient Realm.

"Where am I? I was struck by lightning, and then... I time-traveled?"

Xiang Yuan exclaimed that he had encountered a terrible stroke of luck. He held the jade disc and tried to dial an emergency number, but he was unable to contact Bai Wuyan, Xiao Lingyue, or Chan'er, so he couldn't get them to open the door and take him out.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious; the portal to other worlds remained open, and he could enter the realm of gods at any time.

Hug Master Jingyun's long legs and howl a couple of times, write the word "misery" on her legs, and beg for a belt. You can easily escape this unknown little world.

With Frieza backing him up, Xiang Yuan immediately calmed down. Adhering to the cultivation philosophy of "since I'm here, I might as well explore the surrounding area first," he decided to explore the surrounding area first.

What? Because he secretly hooked up with Laozi, Frieza now dislikes him a lot?
Hilarious! He's already kneeling down, what more does Master Jingyun want?

If they don't help, he'll go to Laozi and ask about his marriage prospects again!
Holding the Yanfu Gate, a divine artifact for traversing space, Xiang Yuan remained calm wherever he went. He spread his senses to comprehend the laws of the surrounding world. After several attempts, he successfully shifted space and headed straight for the Heavenly Pillar that looked just like Buzhou Mountain.

Large, thick, and hard, with a strong sense of numerical beauty, this place must be a place of opportunity.

Before even reaching Tianzhu, Xiang Yuan noticed something strange: there were signs of human activity in the surrounding area.

Like a dense forest, it had been felled by humans, with rows of large trees falling like wheat being harvested, the cuts smooth and all at the same level, clearly the work of cultivators.

Xiang Yuan grabbed a handful of wind, sniffed it, and his expression became even more strange.

They were very human-like, and there were quite a few of them. Some were at the Nascent Soul stage, while others were at the Netherworld stage. Among the many auras, there were several that he was very familiar with.

For example, the Sword Master Mingxia, the Sword Master Nirvana, and Liu Pojun—these six grandmasters who were just struck by lightning in the Heavenly Sect—have all appeared in this realm.

"What's going on? Could it be that I've already been struck by lightning and died, and this is actually the Netherworld?"

Xiang Yuan frowned in thought, and quickly dismissed the conjecture. The reason was simple: he and the six grandmasters were struck by lightning at the same time, so there was no reason why the six grandmasters would arrive in this realm first, and he was the last to arrive.

Furthermore, among the many human qualities, there is one that is not human at all.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

Xiang Yuan blinked and followed the inhuman scent, heading straight into the distance.

In the mountains and forests, a handsome young man wandered around, holding a long sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand and a natural triangular wooden shield in his left. He had three or five magical artifacts tied to his back as he wandered around, searching for opportunities.

He would brandish his longsword and shield from time to time, humming and laughing, having a great time.

Xiao He!

“The opportunity has come. This ram’s head cane is both beautiful and long. If I had gotten it sooner, I might have been able to outdo that bald monk.”

Xiao He parted the grass and found a long walking stick shaped like a sheep's head. Overjoyed, he picked it up and gently wiped it in his hand, as if he had found a treasure. He was so happy that he danced with joy.

While they were having fun, they suddenly noticed a familiar head peeking out from behind a tree not far away, and they immediately froze on the spot.

Xiang Yuan: |)
Xiao He: ∑(O_O;)
The air was silent for a few seconds. Xiao He let out a strange cry, dropped the divine weapon in his hand, and scrambled forward, his eyes brimming with tears, grabbing Xiang Yuan's sleeve: "Brother, what are you doing here? Were you also caught as an undercover agent?"

Xiang Yuan originally wanted to ask Xiao He why he was here, but after hearing his question, he roughly understood what was going on.

The undercover agent who infiltrated the Demon King's castle has been exposed!
"Just talk, don't touch me. Take your hands off me, you'll get my clothes dirty."

Xiang Yuan pushed away the dirty hands on his sleeve, looked at Xiao He with teary eyes, and after a long while said, "It's been thirty years since we last met. I thought you were dead. I didn't expect that my brother-in-law would still be so ambitious and refreshing."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by 'thirty years without seeing each other'?" Xiao He swallowed hard.

"How would I know? You've been gone for thirty years, and you're asking me what I mean?"

"Damn it, time is different here than outside. I've been trapped here for thirty years..."

Xiao He felt a chill run through him, and hurriedly asked, "How is the outside world? I've been gone for thirty years, has Mother cried herself sick?"

"No, that won't happen. I'll still take care of her!"

Xiang Yuan patted Xiao He on the shoulder: "At first, Mother was very sad, but you know her, sadness comes and goes quickly, especially after she held her grandson, she immediately forgot all about her good-for-nothing son."

"Outside, outside outside..."

Xiao He stammered, his voice trembling uncontrollably, as if he had forgotten how to speak.

"Yeah, I just said that, brother-in-law!"

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and continued to instill the non-existent truth: "Thirty years is too long. Things have changed. You may not know, but our father became emperor a long time ago. Now, in Western Chu, our Prince Zhao's Mansion is in charge."

Xiao He: ()
"Also, Xiang He is already married, so you are now not only his uncle, but also his great-uncle."

"..."

Who the hell is Xiang He? I'm not dead yet!

(End of this chapter)