This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 437 Both sides think they are very strong

"Senior Sister Bai Feng, we didn't find it in West Kunlun, but we found it..."

"Senior Sister Bai Feng?!"

Seeing that Bai Wuyan ignored him and wouldn't even give him a side profile, Xiang Yuan stepped forward with the dossier, pointed to the text recorded on it and said, "There is none in West Kunlun, but there is one in Youshan. There are also descendants of the ancient gods who worship Ru Shou."

Xiang Yuan was not a cultivator, but he had some understanding of the so-called ancient gods. He knew about the Dragon Fortress in the Southern Frontier, the stallion Xu Jixian, and the Qianyuan Realm, which also had their own descendants of the ancient gods.

The ancient gods originated from the fall of powerful beings. Their corpses or blood spilled out of the laws and rules of heaven and earth, changing the surrounding primordial energy and causing biological mutations, which in turn gave rise to life forms different from those in the previous environment.

Moreover, the corpses of powerful beings will randomly drop Dao seeds, which can be used to cultivate the divine path.

Xiang Yuan was also familiar with the name Ru Shou. It was clearly written in the novel that he was one of the twelve ancestral witches, transformed from Pangu, with a powerful physical body and all-powerful abilities.

That's it, no doubt about it.

Bai Wuyan didn't want to pay attention to Xiang Yuan, but upon hearing this, she opened her eyes, looked at the records in the ancient book, and said coldly, "Ru Shou, a primordial deity, with a tiger's body and a human face, is one of the Five Elements Gods. He is also known as the Golden God or the White Emperor. His Daoist temple is located in the Golden Palace of Youshan Mountain. Some people also call him the Western Emperor."

"..."

Um, what about the setting of the Ancestral Witches? White House Master, did you miss something important?

“Youshan is not West Kunlun, and Rushou has nothing to do with the Queen Mother of the West. Keep searching!” Bai Wuyan glanced coldly at Xiang Yuan, her eyes conveying the message: if you can’t find him, I’ll kill you.

Xiang Yuan had a headache. He had searched through all the files and ancient books, but they were not there. Continuing to search would only be a waste of time.

"Senior Sister Bai Feng, please wait here for a moment. I'll go to Youshan to scout ahead. Maybe West Kunlun is located there. Once I find Yaochi, perhaps I can even take a bath there..."

As Xiang Yuan said this, he immediately chuckled. Noticing Bai Wuyan's fierce, almost murderous gaze, he realized she was in trouble and decisively turned and left.

The rich woman seems to have taken the wrong medicine today. Ignore her for a bit, let's finish the task first.

Bang!
Good start!

The familiar feeling was very familiar. Xiang Yuan touched his forehead and looked at Bai Wuyan with dissatisfaction.

I used to really like the White House!
Honest people don't cause trouble and are afraid of trouble, but that doesn't mean honest people are easy to bully. Today, Bai Wuyan went a bit too far, targeting him repeatedly for no reason. Does she really think that he doesn't dare to stand up for himself just because he lives off a woman?

Hilarious! This rich woman is hard to please. I'll just go to Jianxinzhai and find another rich woman!

He's not bragging, but the Sword Master at the Door Crack has been eyeing him for a while now. When he sees him coming to join him, he'll be grinning from ear to ear.

The two stared at each other, and the more Bai Wuyan looked at this pretty boy, the angrier she became. She gritted her teeth and uttered, "Once you find West Kunlun, inform me. Remember, this is a sacred place, so do not act recklessly. If anything goes wrong, I will absolutely not... save you."

You don't even need to tell me that. The Queen Mother of the West is someone you can't mess with. Only someone crazy would take a bath in her bath.

Xiang Yuan muttered to himself, and seeing that Bai Wuyan had no intention of forming a team, he turned and left, teleporting away from the forbidden area of ​​the palace.

After Xiang Yuan left, Bai Wuyan stood silently in place, her body exuding a chilling aura, her killing intent sweeping down unchecked and without restraint.

Suddenly, his primordial spirit trembled and he realized that the pure white golden wheel had been taken away by Xiang Yuan. Immediately, his eyes twitched and his scattered killing intent came to an abrupt halt.

Bai Wuyan: (_)
This is really upsetting; I want to find King Mu of Zhou and kill him.

……

Leaving aside the White House Lord's displeasure for the moment, let's talk about Xiang Yuan. After leaving the palace, he kept muttering to himself, saying that Xiang Yuan was arrogant, disdainful of others, domineering, and aggressive, even worse than evil demons and heretics.

The specific name wasn't mentioned, but it's definitely someone from a reputable and respectable family.

Instead of rushing to Youshan immediately, Xiang Yuan entered the dilapidated Taoist temple, took out the enlightenment futon, sat down, and observed the laws and principles of this world.

The dossier clearly states that the ancient gods who reside in Youshan are all exceptionally powerful. Although they do not know the methods of cultivation, they are born with powerful supernatural abilities. Each of them is a master of one-on-one close combat, and they can withstand magical treasures with their bare bodies.

Furthermore, as they grow older, the descendants of the ancient gods become stronger and stronger, reaching the pinnacle of combat power in the Lower Abyss Realm. If it weren't for the fact that these people have guarded Youshan for generations and that their numbers are limited, their combat power would be enough to conquer the entire Lower Abyss Realm.

Therefore, Xiang Yuan decided to first study the laws of heaven and earth, understand the manifestations of this world, and figure out the version before setting off, so as not to end up covered in sweat and being detained by the ancient gods as a family heirloom.

Xiang Yuan carefully observed the laws of heaven and earth and found that the Lower Abyss Realm and the Realm of No Life were indeed very similar. The sky was dark and the earth was gloomy, with the main color being gray. Looking at them for a long time could easily lead to depression.

They look similar on the outside, but are completely different on the inside.

The grayness of the Unborn Realm resembles a dying man, his life force waning, half his body already buried in the earth, unable to muster the energy to suppress the evil spirits of the four directions.

This realm lacks yang energy and is dominated by yin energy. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth also tends to be yin and evil, making it extremely suitable for demons and monsters to cultivate. However, for human cultivators, it is a dangerous place full of thorns and brambles.

Even if one cultivates in the realm of no birth, and the cultivation method is orthodox, one is still inevitably corrupted by the unbalanced primordial energy of heaven and earth, gradually becoming cold and gloomy, and easily turning bad.

The grayness of the Lower Abyss Realm is most likely due to the corpse of the ancient Golden God Ru Shou falling into this realm. The power of the laws contained within it collided with the heavens and earth, causing the laws of this realm to be disordered and filled with turbid air.

These ubiquitous pollutants not only contaminate the vital energy of heaven and earth, but even taint the air with a layer of poison.

The inhabitants of this world are already accustomed to this environment, even regarding the deadly poison as the norm, and taking a few puffs is harmless. For outsiders, however, if they do not adapt quickly, even breathing may become a fatal burden.

Conversely, due to adaptation, the humans of this world regard poison as the norm and breathe poison gas as oxygen, indicating that their physical bodies have changed.

If you can't change the world, the world will change you!

The most significant changes naturally occurred to the ancient gods who resided in Youshan. Their bloodline was unique, and under the influence of the turbid energy, their physical bodies and primordial spirits evolved in a direction more suited to the laws of this world, even giving rise to a unique cultivation system.

While ordinary people may not be as extreme as the ancient gods, they will still change to some extent.

The cultivators of the Lower Abyss Realm, for example, have their true energy mixed with turbid energy from the very beginning of their existence. They are violent in nature, and their physical bodies mutate as their cultivation level increases...

Like the Wasteland Realm, the Lower Abyss Realm is a polluted world.

Xiang Yuan did not have this problem. The poison gas entered his body and became a tonic. Moreover, because it was not poisonous enough, the tonic effect was negligible. He also learned the distorted laws of heaven and earth, which he dismantled one by one, traced back to their origins, and turned into two separate systems.

One is the original, normal laws of the Lower Abyss Realm, with limited abilities, its upper limit only touching the threshold of the Profound Realm; the other is turbid and filled with murderous golden energy, sharp and dazzling. As an outsider, it not only distorted the original Lower Abyss Realm, but also raised its upper limit, making it faintly touch the threshold of the Integration Realm.

In other words, although there are no cultivators at the Integration Stage in the Lower Abyss Realm, there are combat forces at the Integration Stage level.

Three days later, Xiang Yuan set sail, shifting space to head west. Being new to the place, he stopped several times along the way to confirm his direction.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Last week, the western frontier was vast and boundless, with mountains that seemed to be raging.

Looking down from a high vantage point, one sees layers upon layers of mountains surging like giant waves, the mountain ranges spreading out in all directions like folds, and the rugged ridges crisscrossing like the spine of a giant dragon, winding and coiling across the earth.

The distant sky was gray, with low-hanging clouds, as if suppressed by some invisible force, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

At the edge of the horizon, where heaven and earth meet, the light is dim, and gray and black intertwine into a chaotic scene, with only dark outlines drawn at the edge of the mountains, as if that were the end of the world, and beyond that, a bottomless abyss.

The mountain mist was not the usual ethereal smoke, but rather carried a faint, dark blue, decaying aura, thick with turbidity and flowing with a somber tone.

Occasionally, birds would fly by, but they dared not venture deep into the mountains, only circling at the edge.

Standing atop the clouds, Xiang Yuan's eyes gleamed with white light as he carefully observed this desolate, ancient, forgotten land. Each time he peered into its core, he could sense a murky aura flowing through it, like a sleeping behemoth or a sealed power.

"This place is far more dangerous than described in the records..."

When faced with an unclear situation, first seek out someone with whom you have a connection.

Xiang Yuan closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

Deep in the mountains, a towering figure strode through the dense forest.

The burly man was two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, as if cast in iron. His bronze skin was covered with crisscrossing scars. He wore rough animal skin clothing, the edges of which were dried bloodstains and congealed hair into clumps. The smell was not very pleasant.

There were no traps, no arrows, and no companions to support them.

The burly man's hunting method was simple and brutal. He held a sharp blade made of polished metal, the edge of which was jagged but gleamed coldly. He charged straight at his prey.

The behemoth resembled a rhinoceros, but was several times larger than an ordinary rhinoceros. Its entire body was covered in thick bone armor, with sharp bone spurs growing on the plates. Sensing the burly man's fierce gaze, the behemoth spewed out scorching white steam from its mouth and nose, and its hooves, the size of water vats, stomped on the ground, causing the surrounding gravel to tremble.

Both sides felt they were very strong and were not afraid to fight back.

"Roar---"

The giant beast let out a deafening roar, lowered its head, pointed its sharp horn at the strong man, and charged forward, pawing the ground with its hind hooves.

The burly man neither dodged nor evaded, but grinned menacingly, veins bulging on his thick neck, as he gripped his blade and charged forward.

boom! !

The two collided violently, producing a dull, loud bang.

The burly man's feet sank deep into the ground, forcefully resisting the beast's charge. The muscles in his left arm bulged, gripping the beast's single horn tightly. He raised his right hand, holding a sharp, metallic blade high, and thrust it fiercely towards the beast's eye socket.

The behemoth closed its eyes, its sharp blade slicing through the air, sparks flying and spraying out large amounts of hot blood. In pain, the behemoth frantically shook its head and struggled, throwing the burly man off the ground, yet he still clung tightly to its single horn.

He used the momentum to flip himself onto the beast's back, his legs clamping around the beast's neck like iron clamps, and his hands holding the sharp metal blades upside down, aiming to stab at the gaps in the bone armor on its head.

The giant beast let out a miserable cry, rolled over on the spot, and wherever its massive body rolled, giant trees collapsed and rocks crumbled.

Normal people would choose to avoid it at this point, waiting until the giant beast has bled out and exhausted its strength before going forward to reap a satisfying and exhilarating hunting victory.

The burly man, unable to pull out the blade stuck in the bone armor, leaped up, grabbed the giant beast's horn with one arm, and swung his other fist down.

boom! boom! boom!
The sounds of the blows were rhythmic and powerful, each punch carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, causing bone armor to crack and blood to splatter everywhere.

The giant beast rampaged in agony, but after a few moments, its skull deformed and it collapsed to the ground.

"Awesome!"

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly. Putting aside the strong man's extremely masculine body, just looking at his ancestral face, which was as unappetizing as Xu Jixian's, perfectly matched his stereotype of the descendants of the ancient gods.

The burly man, sharp of hearing and sight, looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xiang Yuan's handsome, fair-skinned face. His tiger-like eyes narrowed into slits as he stiffly asked, "A Zhou person?"

"No."

Xiang Yuan shook his head truthfully.

"With such delicate features, you still say you're not from Zhou!"

"..."

The word "delicate" is inappropriate. Believe it or not, if Xiang takes off her clothes and goes all out, her bra size is bigger than yours.

Xiang Yuan is over 1.9 meters tall, not much shorter than a muscular man who is 2 meters tall. Seeing his muscles flaring up as if he were inviting him to wrestle, Xiang Yuan rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, ready to wrestle with him.

If you're not convinced, then throw yourself a few more times!
"act recklessly……"

The burly man grinned menacingly, his already ugly face now appearing even more distorted. His thick, fleshy brow bone was hairless, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed with a fierce light, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

His large, fan-like hands clenched suddenly, his knuckles cracking, his bulging muscles tensing instantly, and his veins writhing beneath his skin like earthworms.

boom!
Gathering strength for a punch.

The ground beneath the burly man's feet exploded with a deafening roar, his figure transforming into a blurry afterimage as he hurtled towards the distance with a piercing whistling sound. Wherever his fist passed, it sliced ​​through the air like a hot knife, creating a visible, distorted trajectory.

"not bad!"

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow, leaned forward abruptly, and accelerated forward as well. He pulled back his right fist to gather power, and punch after punch, head-on collision.

Bang!
The moment their fists collided, a deafening explosion rang out in the sky.

The terrifying shockwave spread out in a ring, violently distorting the air in its path, like boiling water, producing crackling and popping sounds.

The violent winds formed shockwaves that expanded rapidly, roaring like a beast as they swept across the ground, creating visible vortexes and razor-sharp blades that slashed the surrounding earth, leaving it riddled with holes.

The rock beneath their feet couldn't withstand the immense force and instantly cracked, spreading like a spiderweb. Before the rubble could even fly up, it was crushed into dust by the shockwave that followed.

Seeing Xiang Yuan withdraw his fist and stand up as if nothing had happened, the burly man's sinister smile instantly froze.

His pupils contracted slightly, and a look of astonishment flashed across his rugged face. Although that punch was not delivered with full force, it was still enough to split mountains and shatter rocks. Ordinary Zhou cultivators would either dodge it or use their magic weapons, but this person had actually taken it with his bare hands.

Feeling he had met a worthy opponent, the burly man abandoned his contempt and became alert, looking directly into the distance and asking, "Zhou man, I used seven-tenths of my strength. How much did you use?"

"One and a half points, or two points if you feel embarrassed." Xiang Yuan said honestly, "I can't give you any more."

"Nonsense!"

The burly man's forehead veins bulged. He respected Xiang Yuan's innate superhuman strength and considered him a worthy opponent, but the latter was extremely arrogant and made boastful remarks at the drop of a hat.

"I'm going to use all my strength in this punch. Let's see if your fist is as hard as your mouth."

Before he finished speaking, his muscles suddenly swelled, his already imposing body grew even taller, and white patterns appeared on his bronze skin. He looked like a well-forged sword blank, rough and heavy, yet possessing an aura of sharpness that was hard to look at directly.

boom!
A violent aura erupted from the burly man's body, and the ground beneath his feet could not withstand the force, collapsing and sinking deep into the ground.

The burly man slammed down with his fist, and where his fist passed, the air was compressed into visible ripples, even producing a muffled, thunderous boom. It was a full-force, all-out attack, devoid of any fancy moves, a pure, overwhelming power, a beauty of sheer numbers.

"The two forces are here!"

Xiang Yuan shouted loudly, raised one arm, and punched upwards.

boom---

The moment the two fists collided, ripples slowly spread out, and the next moment they suddenly accelerated, with a visible shockwave exploding in a ring.

The burly man felt his entire arm go numb. His full strength vanished the moment it came into contact with Xiang Yuan's fist, and he was immediately pushed back by an even more violent force.

His eyes widened in anger, and before he could react, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Its massive, mountain-like body drew a long arc in the air, crashing into three ancient trees as thick as two people could hug during takeoff, and slamming heavily into the mountainside a hundred meters away upon landing, stirring up a cloud of gravel and dust.

On the mountainside, a human-shaped indentation is deeply embedded in the rock strata, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The burly man was stuck in the pit, his muscles trembling, speechless and dazed, staring blankly, a snot hanging from his nose and dangling from the corner of his mouth, looking like a mentally challenged person weighing over 300 pounds.

Because the smell was too strong, Xiang Yuan didn't go forward to take the person off. Instead, he jumped over and said, "Sorry, I broke my promise. This punch is worth two and a half points. If you feel embarrassed, I'll round it up to three points."

The burly man's eyes bulged out. In a fit of rage, he tore himself off, swung one arm dangling from his shoulder, and rattled off a string of words.

It's clear he's very emotional.

Even though he didn't physically attack, it was clear that he was very calm.

The burly man roared angrily for a moment, then said with a dark face, "Zhou people, what business do you have in the territory of my ancient god race?"

"Searching for the Golden Palace of Youshan".

"..."

The burly man stared at Xiang Yuan expressionlessly. After a brief silence, his injured arm recovered.

He swung his arms, his chest bulged high, took a deep breath of cold air, and roared angrily to the sky.

Soon, long howls echoed from all directions. Xiang Yuan closed his eyes to sense that dozens of muscular giants were charging towards him like cannonballs, each with an unfriendly expression, roaring as they ran.

Among them are several small giants who are over 2.5 meters tall and approaching 3 meters.

These ancient gods were far stronger than the strong man.

Xiang Yuan waited in place for a moment until he was surrounded, then smiled slightly: "People say that the bloodline of the ancient gods is beyond redemption, and that they only have brains to increase their height. I didn't believe it at first, but now I apologize. You people really are brainless..."

Seeing the muscular thugs about to swarm him, disregarding all code of honor, Xiang Yuan chuckled sinisterly and vanished underground: "With your arrival, the clan's forbidden area will surely be lost. My teammates can then seize the opportunity to break into the Golden Palace and obtain the great fortune of the ancient god..."

"Barbarians are not worthy to enjoy the relics of the ancient gods. The treasures are rightfully ours. How wonderful!"

Even after his body had completely disappeared into the ground, the sound of his triumphant laughter still echoed in the air.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

Upon hearing this, the group of ancient god-like men were terrified. Without saying a word, they turned and ran like arrows through the mountains and dense forests, heading towards the forbidden area of ​​their clan.

On the other side, deep in an inconspicuous mountain valley, a halo of light pulsed through the portal, like a hidden little paradise.

Several men, their heads covered and dressed in black, slowly entered the small cave. Gazing at the white light soaring into the sky in the distance, they were all greatly invigorated.

"The ancient gods' defenses were too lax, and the treasures have been obtained by us. How wonderful!"

"Don't be arrogant. It's only because the celestial demons of the upper realm bestowed upon us such powerful divine abilities that we were able to deceive those brutes..."

"What exactly is the relic that Lord Heavenly Demon seeks? Do any of you know?"

"I don't know."

"Once we get to the Golden Palace, we'll see. The relics will be offered to the Heavenly Demon, and the rest of the treasures will be ours..."

"It is said that there is also the Kunlun of the Queen Mother of the West in this western land. No one knows where it is hidden. If one can enter there and obtain the supreme inheritance, it would be worth dying for."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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