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

Chapter 517 Xingya Returns
Amidst the ruins, Yang Huai pondered for a moment.

The scenes from the past are still vivid in my mind.

However, his memories of the Rushou tribe were not good.

In order to obtain the Pangu Divine Bow, they erased all traces of Jin Chong's existence.

Therefore, today, he is also using Princess Xingya's bloodline to sense the whereabouts of the Pangu Bow.

With a thought, an invisible aura emerged from his body.

A wisp of time seemed to sink into the depths of the river of time, instantly projecting back tens of thousands of years.

Boom! !

Above the sky, a vast and faint wave of energy appeared.

Suddenly, Yang Huai's eyes flickered as he looked into the depths of the River of Time. There, a silvery-white radiance filled the universe, and from the depths of that magnificent universe, a colossal figure formed from countless grains of time sand condensed. It had a dragon's head and a human body, a dragon's tail, and heterochromatic eyes. Behind it, the magnificent spectacle of day and night changing and the rotation of the year rings faintly appeared.

"Candle Dragon!"

Yang Huai smiled sneer.

Boom! !

Above him, countless grains of time vibrated like sand, forming a massive vortex that swept towards him.

Although Zhulong didn't understand what he was doing, his attitude was clear.

Whatever he does, he opposes it directly.

The silver light rushed in, as if billions of miles of space and time were sealed by the power of time, trying to swallow him into the river of time.

Yang Huai remained calm as a ray of nine-colored immortal light severed a small section of the River of Time, pinning a wisp of Princess Xingya's soul within it.

At the same time, the magnificent Daoist energy of more than twelve great universes emanated from his body.

He did not use the Nirvana Millstone, a supreme innate treasure he possessed.

It was merely a wisp of divine power manifested from the millstone of annihilation that merged into his cultivation.

Rumble!
The vast expanse of silvery-white river of time was instantly stained with a thick layer of dark gray frost and snow. The power of annihilation penetrated deep into the river of time, locking onto the illusory image of the Candle Dragon.

Upon seeing this scene, the illusory image of Zhulong materialized, and countless silvery-white rays of light flowed from his body, forming a silvery-white divine fire.

The silvery-white divine fire contains a special power related to the concept of time.

The radiance and the power of annihilation collided, and both collapsed simultaneously.

Yang Huai vaguely sensed a strange silver-gray power deep within his primordial spirit, which was instantly obliterated by the Annihilation Millstone.

Meanwhile, the Candle Dragon deep within the river of time also sensed a trace of gray-black annihilation power tainted on the primordial spirit's will.

"A primordial treasure with the attribute of annihilation?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhulong's eyes.

But then, in the void above, Yang Huai drew Xing Ya's soul from the depths of the River of Time and put it into his sleeve.

At the same time, when they looked over, their clear black and white eyes were filled with a chilling, piercing light.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

A cold voice flowed from the depths of the river of time.

Yang Huai said coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhulong, you may continue to guess!"

Zhulong's gaze fell upon him, sensing the magnificent divine power emanating from Yang Huai's body, a power capable of obliterating the boundless universe. A ripple appeared in one of his silver-gray pupils, and a moment later, his figure vanished silently into the river of time.

Yang Huai watched this scene unfold.

His current cultivation level should be comparable to Zhulong's, or perhaps even slightly stronger.

However, suppressing it would be virtually impossible.

To suppress or completely annihilate a powerful being from the other side, extremely stringent conditions must be met. Usually, one needs to be at least two realms higher than other beings from the other side to suppress them. As for annihilation, one must comprehend the power of the Heavenly Dao, which is a kind of ultimate power.

Otherwise, if a powerful being from the other side is determined to escape, it will be very difficult to suppress them.

He vanished in a flash, disappearing before the ruins of the Rushou tribe.

Sun Yao Basin, moon-shaped valley.

The river surged, but the walls in front of the valley bore many traces of cave dwellings left by Qi cultivators.

However, these empty cave dwellings were already deserted.

Yang Huai's figure materialized from within, and several gourds appeared in his hands, from which several kinds of pills emerged.

These pills are all top-tier elixirs, capable of either strengthening the soul or reshaping the physical body and primordial spirit.

After a moment's thought, Yang Huai took out a gourd from his bosom and poured out a pool of emerald green Creation Elixir.

That was the Creation Elixir, nurtured by the Creation Gourd, whose vitality was even more abundant than the Three Lights Divine Water.

Seeing the many spiritual liquids gather into a ball, Yang Huai pointed his finger and transferred Princess Xingya's soul energy into it. In the depths of the colorful liquid, a small vortex instantly formed, and a strong energy of creation surged into the depths of Princess Xingya's soul.

Meanwhile, under Yang Huai's Reincarnation Secret Technique, the fragments of Princess Xingya's soul scattered throughout the world converged into the cave from all directions.

A moment later, they quickly intertwined and formed the body of a beautiful young girl with an exceptionally strong Geng metal spirituality. She had a well-proportioned figure, and the rich Geng metal divine blood within her body was rapidly taking shape.

Boom! !

At this moment, countless Geng metal spiritual energies in the world vibrated, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surging into Princess Xingya's body like a torrent.

The image of the god Ru Shou emerged from behind her.

Upon seeing this, Yang Huai used the Heluo Numerology to calculate the whereabouts of the Pangu Bow.

Princess Xingya is one of the few Ru Shou gods who had come into contact with the Pangu Bow.

However, as he continued his deductions, his expression subtly shifted.

It felt as if everything about the Pangu Bow was shrouded in a layer of silvery-white time mist.

A magnificent river of time stretches from the past, vast and mighty.

“Zhulong!” Yang Huai frowned slightly.

It seems that Zhulong has already realized his purpose.

The existence of the river of time in this world is troublesome.

This is like having a giant light bulb in the world. Whatever the other side wants to do can be detected by the Candle Dragon in advance, unless a variable is born.

Yang Huai did not insist.

Now that Zhulong has made his move, it will be difficult for him to find the whereabouts of Hou Yi, Xing Tian, ​​and the others.

As she pondered, a surge of intense golden light flowed out, and the true form of the beautiful girl quickly took shape. In an instant, a robe covered her exquisite and graceful figure, and a pair of star-like eyes slowly opened. The first thing she saw was the figure of the young man in green robes in front of the cave.

"Haven't I perished?"

Yang Huaidao.

That's all in the past!

Upon hearing this voice, Princess Xingya's eyes showed even greater confusion. After a moment, countless fragmented memories appeared deep within her soul, and soon after, she became numb.

She said in a hoarse voice.

"Where is the Rushou tribe now?"

Yang Huai glanced at her, and with a wave of his hand, a ball of light condensed in his hand and fell into Princess Xingya's body. He meticulously incorporated the changes in the political situation over the years into Princess Xingya's soul.

"The fall of the twelve tribes? The weakening of the divine race, the rise of the Xuanmen? The rotation of the Three Sovereigns?"

Princess Xingya's appearance changed.

These changes were beyond her wildest imagination.

The twelve tribes of yesteryear were so vast that even the two powerful figures in the Demon Court had to show deference to the gods.

Unexpectedly, the once mighty gods declined, allowing the insignificant, post-natal beings to rise to prominence and become the protagonists of the world.

Princess Xingya silently processed this enormous shock. Her eyes fell on Yang Huai for a moment, a hint of thought in them, but she still couldn't be sure.

Finally, he slowly spoke.

"Are you Jin Chong?"

Yang Huai shook his head upon hearing this.

"I am Jin Chong, but I am not Jin Chong!"

Princess Xingya frowned as she looked Yang Huai up and down.

Yang Huai is indeed somewhat different from Jin Chong in the film.

The spirit and tone of voice are very different.

Perhaps with the passage of time, Jin Chong's status has changed, and so things have come to a different conclusion.

Just like his casual act of reviving her.

She clearly remembered that after Ru Shou participated in the war against the heavens and perished, the Ru Shou tribe was attacked by a powerful force.

That powerful force was very strong, and within a short period of time, it slaughtered most of the remaining Ru Shou tribe's strongmen.

They looted most of the Rushou tribe's collection.

Regarding this matter, Princess Xingya still harbors an exceptionally strong sense of resentment and anger deep within her soul.

After a moment's thought, Yang Huai said.

"I will send you to the Netherworld. There are still some members of the Rushou tribe in the Netherworld. Perhaps you can find some old acquaintances there!"

He knew that Princess Xingya had just been revived and was like a piece of duckweed, unable to find her place yet.

It takes some time to get used to this.

After saying that, he waved his sleeve and put away Princess Xingya's true form, sending her into the Nine Netherworld. Then he handed Xuanwu over to Daoist Taiwei, while Yang Huai went into the depths of the void to go into seclusion again to comprehend the [Panhuang Boundless Sacred Heart].

……

The sacred land of the Arctic, the Xuanwu Spirit Sea.

In the distance, a silver-white pillar stood in this secluded place, summoning countless streams of water and frost to create a wondrous spectacle.

Taiwei Daoist brought Xuanwu to this place.

Xuanwu transformed into the figure of a young Taoist priest dressed in white.

In the distance, amidst the wind and snow, several figures were already approaching to greet them.

The leader was of medium height, dressed in a long robe of alternating black and white, with a slight beard, and holding a black tortoise-shaped jade ruyi in his hand.

Upon seeing the arrival of Daoist Taiwei, he smiled slightly and immediately ushered Daoist Taiwei into the depths of the snowstorm.

The wind and snow inside had stopped, and a large inland spiritual island had emerged from beneath the Central North Divine Pillar. Many enormous Xuanwu spirit turtles were floating and playing on the shore.

This was the first time that Daoist Taiwei had come to this Arctic region, and it was also the first time he had seen a great master build his Daoist temple on the edge of an inland sea. Upon seeing this, he smiled.

"The disciples of Daoist Zhiming are numerous, a sight to behold!"

The Divine Lord Zhiming's gaze fell on the white-robed youth beside the Taoist Taiwei, and his eyes flickered slightly as he spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Taiwei, you wouldn't visit us without a reason. Your journey to the North Pole must be for some important matter."

Taiwei Daoist nodded and pointed to a white-robed Xuanwu Daoist beside him.

“Fellow Daoist Zhiming, this is one of my protectors, with whom I had a good relationship in the past. However, I don’t have much knowledge of the Xuanwu clan’s secret techniques, so I would like to return it to the Xuanwu clan. Ideally, it would be best if it could cultivate under your guidance for a period of time. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhiming would be willing to help with this?”

Upon hearing this, Lord Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief. If it was only this, it was a minor issue, and he readily agreed.

"This is a small matter, why trouble you to make this trip yourself, fellow Daoist!"

Master Taiwei smiled slightly. Although this Xuanwu had only a mediocre foundation, it had great fortune. In the future, it would need to reincarnate several more times before entering the Xuanmen again, at which time it could become a great emperor of the Xuanmen.

Of course, after setting the fate of Xuanwu, he also took the opportunity to befriend the Arctic Bright God Lord in front of him.

The Xuanmen sect has always prioritized winning over these four divine beings.

(End of this chapter)