Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 516 Enlightenment, Old Friends

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This is an ordinary sacred mountain surrounding the Five Elements Tribe.

It was only after the birth of several great immortals who cultivated the Dao and achieved longevity in the Dongshan Sect that this sacred mountain got its name.

Yang Huai's true form appeared above Dongshan. His vast primordial spirit swept across this familiar mountain range, and he sensed the aura of the Dragon-Binding Son.

He once took in some nominal disciples here as the Taoist Master Tai Shi, and passed on some Taoist teachings.

Some people thus cultivated their primordial spirit and attained the path to immortality.

Some have already passed away peacefully with the passage of time.

Fulongzi is one of the only two surviving disciples.

Furthermore, he has already cultivated to the state of a Golden Immortal, which is quite remarkable.

Yang Huai sensed that he was refining pills deep inside the cave, so he did not summon him.

In fact, being able to cultivate to the state of a Golden Immortal over tens of thousands of years is already quite remarkable.

As for the nine disciples under the Taiwei Daoist, most of them were exceptionally talented, and their achievements were due to the personal instruction from the other side.

But the achievements of the Dragon-Binding Prince are the norm.

Many Qi cultivators even perish in this process.

However, seeing that the magic weapon that Fulongzi was trying to refine was about to fail, Yang Huai's expression showed a faint smile. With a wave of his hand, a stream of light appeared in his hand and disappeared in an instant.

Dongshan Sect, Taishi Peak behind the mountain.

Inside the peak, in the alchemy chamber, Fulongzi was dressed in a purple and white Taoist robe. In his hand, a ball of Nanming Li Fire emitted a ghostly blue light, and in front of him was a huge purple-gold alchemy furnace.

He looked somewhat nervous.

The alchemy furnace now contains not only a batch of extremely important pills, but also a crucial magical artifact.

He planned to take advantage of the crucial moment when the external alchemy experts were enlightening him to simultaneously enlighten this magical artifact, thereby enhancing its mystique.

The process of refining the elixir is extremely important for both cultivators and those who produce elixirs and magical artifacts.

It can elevate and sublimate the essence, energy, and spirit of cultivators, the spiritual qualities of elixirs, and even the materials and spirituality of magical artifacts.

Similar to a great supernatural being manipulating creation.

As the light of creation within the alchemy furnace began to disintegrate, Fulongzi's eyes widened, a hint of despair in them.

This batch of elixirs is called the Six-Turn Creation Golden Elixir. It is an important elixir formula left by the Primordial Ancestor. After consuming it, it can not only greatly replenish one's cultivation and magical power, but also greatly enhance one's original essence.

The Dongshan Sect spent a great deal of effort to collect all the main materials.

This is also the key to his future breakthrough to the Golden Immortal realm.

There is also the Primordial Dao Seal inside the Purple Gold Alchemy Furnace, which is also a great treasure for subduing demons. The Dongshan Sect will need to use it in the future to deal with a great demon.

Just as that glimmer of creation light was about to go out, a golden glimmer of creation light suddenly flew out from a portrait of the patriarch on the left side of the alchemy room and instantly disappeared into the purple-gold alchemy furnace.

Instantly, a mysterious and boundless light of creation suddenly surged, enveloping the twelve purple sixth-stage Creation Golden Pills and the treasure seal whose golden light was dim. A harmonious energy of the pills emerged from the twelve sixth-stage Creation Golden Pills, and the twelve strands of energy surged into the depths of the Primordial Dao Seal, causing the runes flowing on its surface to become more harmonious.

Rumble!
Above the void, due to the tremors of the Great Dao of Creation, the four innate symbols of the Primordial Chaos were faintly revealed, and countless auspicious clouds of spirit mushrooms gathered. The four divine beasts ran around the top of Tai Shi Peak, seemingly surrounding a dozen or so clusters of immortal light, attracting the attention of many Qi cultivators.

"The patriarch has successfully refined the elixir!"

Many Qi cultivators showed a hint of joy upon seeing this scene.

Inside the alchemy chamber, Fulongzi witnessed this scene and his Dao heart was stirred; he could hardly believe his eyes.

Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn, and this batch of precious pills was successfully refined again.

Recalling the strange phenomenon from a few breaths ago, he couldn't help but become solemn and approach the portrait.

"Your unworthy disciple, Fulongzi, kowtows to thank his master for his help!"

He bowed deeply, his eyes filled with joy.

The Great Ancestor has not manifested his power for tens of thousands of years.

At this moment, the miracle not only meant that he had successfully refined this batch of pills, but also that the countless dark clouds that had accumulated in his heart had gradually dissipated.

After many years, I am once again blessed by my teacher. The changes in my mind and heart are beyond what I can tell outsiders.

Yang Huaiyuan sensed this scene and simply smiled slightly.

Back then, when he manifested himself as the spirit of the Chaos Cauldron, the Primordial Daoist, he actually intended to establish several branches of the Xuanmen Daoist lineage.

Unfortunately, as traces of the Chaos Cauldron became apparent and were noticed by several people from the Other Shore, he had no choice but to painfully abandon the Chaos Cauldron and all the arrangements on Mount Dongshan in order to protect his own foundation.

In a way, this was one of the few times he had fled in disarray, reflecting on the many others he had faced.

This is a disgraceful resume.

Yang Huai had long since come to terms with everything. Whether it was failure or repeated concessions, they were nothing more than insignificant scenery on his path to enlightenment.

Retreating when you should is not a disgrace.

A temporary setback is nothing; he has come this far after all.

Sensing the commotion on Dongshan Mountain, he smiled slightly, having no intention of getting involved, and in a few steps arrived around the Sun Basin.

Looking around, this place has become a gathering place for a large number of tribes.

A huge city, named Baiyang City, formed in the center of the basin.

This is a city inhabited by ordinary humans, belonging to the Baiyang clan.

This is an ordinary human tribe, with only a few Qi cultivators present.

The traces of the Five Elements Tribe have completely disappeared in this valley.

Yang Huai made a quick calculation with his fingers, his eyes seemingly piercing through the river of time above the valley before him, witnessing the evolution of the years and the changes of the world. Tens of thousands of years ago, with the split of the Ru Shou tribe, most of the elite of the Wu Yao tribe moved away, while a small number lived among ordinary humans, and had long lost their original appearance as descendants of the Sui Emperor.

Yang Huai's expression shifted, and his gaze fell once more upon the depths of Baiyang City.

Deep within Baiyang City, he also sensed an unusually familiar aura.

In the center of a massive underground palace, a colossal black tortoise, like an ancient guardian beast, slumbers deep within Baiyang City, quietly suppressing the feng shui of the land.

Yang Huai's eyes showed a hint of contemplation.

He was familiar with this stone tortoise.

He came here today for that very reason.

After a moment's hesitation, he transformed into a Taoist priest in green robes, carrying an ancient sword on his back, and slowly made his way towards the center of Baiyang City.

Two enormous stone lions, believed to ward off evil spirits, stood in front of the magnificent city lord's mansion. They faintly emanated a strange power that could suppress evil spirits in the world, clearly the work of a true Qi cultivator.

Several burly soldiers dressed in single-layered clothing stood guard at the entrance. They held long spears, their spirits high, and their breaths emanated a vigorous energy from their bodies.

However, the four or five strong soldiers did not see the Taoist in blue stepping into the city lord's mansion.

At this moment, from afar, Yang Huai saw several nobles dressed in fine robes discussing something, their faces showing much worry.

The Baiyang clan seems to have encountered hardship recently, with several barbaric remnants appearing in the surrounding area and causing the loss of many of the clan's sacred lands.

Yang Huai ignored him and went straight to one side of the city lord's mansion.

There is a warehouse here.

Yang Huai remained calm, and with a wave of his hand, a beam of immortal light descended into the underground palace beneath the storeroom.

In the center of the underground palace is a stone tortoise resembling a black tortoise.

As the celestial light fell upon it, the towering Xuanwu stone tortoise trembled slightly. A primal, moist, and fishy aura emanated from its body. Its petrified eyes slowly opened, and its emerald green pupils, like bright pearls, immediately revealed the blue-robed Taoist in front of it.

Despite not having seen each other for a long time, the Xuan Turtle couldn't help but speak, relying on its intuition.

"My lord, is that you who have returned?"

Yang Huai glanced at it and nodded.

"I'm back. You don't need to stay here any longer!"

He remained calm and gave the other party a choice.

"Your next step is either to cultivate with me or return to the Xuanwu Clan of the North Sea. With my decree, you can become a member of the Xuanwu Clan's royal family!"

Upon hearing this, the Xuanwu divine beast's eyes lit up with joy, and it replied respectfully.

"Xuanwu is willing to follow his lord!"

Yang Huai smiled slightly.

This Xuanwu mythical beast is quite fortunate.

This Xuanwu divine beast was one of the two divine beasts he took in when he transformed into Jin Chong.

In order to comprehend the Six Mystic Arts, he searched everywhere for the traces of the Six Divine Beasts, and this divine beast was one of the divine beasts he captured himself.

Before Jin Chong, the person he transformed into, was 'dealt with,' he handed over the two divine beasts and his many servants to Princess Xingya.

Before her fall, Princess Xingya had granted it and another Mo Qilin freedom.

However, the two made different choices. The Xuanwu Divine Beast returned to the Moon-Shaped Valley where it once lived, waiting for its return, while the Moyu Qilin chose to submit to Princess Xingya.

When the Rushou tribe encountered a powerful enemy, Moyu Qilin had already died on the battlefield.

Yang Huai nodded slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the Xuanwu divine beast transformed into a stream of light and landed in his palm.

As the Xuanwu divine beast sensed this familiar aura, a hint of joy appeared deep in its eyes.

It still habitually cultivates alongside its master.

Princess Xingya is indeed very good, but she is too proud by nature. She has always regarded these divine beasts as servants.

The feeling it had for its current owner was one that it would never forget, even after tens of thousands of years.

It would be willing to be with him, even if it meant perishing together.

Yang Huai put it away and quietly left Baiyang City.

His purpose this time was purely to visit some old acquaintances and, at the same time, to bring some traces left behind to a conclusion.

Not long after, he arrived at the site of the Rushou tribe's old settlement.

The once magnificent stone palace complex has completely vanished, leaving only ruins and remnants.

Wild grass grows everywhere.

Giant trees reach for the sky.

Only in the small central area, some remnants of the forbidden magic's radiance remained, forming a huge pit.

Many multicolored foxes roamed among them, searching for spirit rats and snakes hiding deep in the soil. Those playful foxes were very clever.

Yang Huai watched this scene and sighed softly.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and this place has undergone tremendous changes, with everything and people no longer the same.

However, he came here today to find his old friend and fulfill Jin Chong's obsession.

Of course, this was also a way to retrieve a valuable treasure.

(End of this chapter)