Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Wei Xi had no idea how troublesome she was getting into.

At this moment, she was like a lizard in the desert, her entire focus on finding water.

The round-bellied Lingyin was ordered to shut her mouth and maintain a flight altitude roughly the same as Wei Xi's eyes.

Although this was quite helpful in controlling Lingyin's weight, its flapping wings were very unfriendly to Weixi, and she soon became dizzy from the torment.

Wei Xi discussed with Lingyin in his heart, wanting it to perch on his head and spread its wings.

Lingyin stubbornly refused, which deeply moved her mother—her child had grown up and knew how to care for others!
Wei Xi was delusional; he didn't realize that this was Lingyin's instinct to avoid danger.

Given that Wei Xi and Ling Yin were of one mind, how could he not know what this bird feared?

The matter is simple in theory, but although Lingyin is a clever and quick-witted bird, it is still a naive spirit beast (Wei Xi insists). Human thoughts are much more complex than its own. Moreover, this bird already expends most of its energy repeating what Wei Xi is thinking, so it simply cannot understand the phantom it has never seen before.

Lingyin's little brain couldn't understand, so how could Wei Xi possibly uncover the trouble above her head from her chaotic thoughts?

Unaware of the situation, Wei Xi, with the stiff, eight-armed phantom, slowly walked through the abyss, trying to find the missing seawater.

Led by Lingyin, Wei Xi walked for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but he couldn't find a single drop of water. Instead, he became parched and desperately needed to replenish his fluids.

Wei Xi reached out to touch the Qiankun bag, but his fingers were refused entry.

Wei Xi: ?
Wei Xi was the only one who didn't believe in superstition. She pressed down on the Qiankun bag with one hand and made a reaching gesture with the other.

He was still turned away, which was absolutely devastating for Wei Xi.

You must know that cultivators are all "spoiled and pampered," and they can't get by without a Qiankun bag.

It should be noted that the Qiankun Bag is not strictly speaking a magical artifact, but rather the fruit of the Qiankun Tree. This tree is said to be connected to the Heavenly Dao, and its fruits are small worlds, only they cannot grow into full-fledged worlds and can only maintain the form of fruits.

Cultivators can harness spiritual power. After a blood oath is performed, the Qiankun Bag can absorb some of the owner's spiritual power to maintain its internal space. Correspondingly, only the owner can "open" the Qiankun Bag, making it an essential item for home and travel.

Without the nourishment of spiritual energy from a cultivator's innate constitution, a Qiankun bag will slowly collapse, regardless of whether it has recognized a master or not, eventually leaving only an empty shell. The contents inside will then disappear, which is a great pity in the world of looting bags.

As for sealing formations, changing shapes, and temporary storage, these operations were devised by generations of weapon refiners. The core biotechnology is still controlled by the roots of the Qiankun Tree.

It is precisely because of miraculous existences like the Qiankun Tree that the theory of the Heavenly Dao can gain a foothold. It is said that some predecessors comprehended the Qiankun Tree and attained immortality, but due to the great distance in time, it is difficult to verify the truth of this claim.

The development rights to this unique Qiankun Tree have changed hands several times, but the price has remained consistently high, leaving cultivators suffering greatly but forced to grit their teeth and endure it.

Things improved considerably after the Wanjian Sect took charge; cultivators only needed to pay spirit stones and wait in line. The price was fair, and everyone appreciated it.

With such powerful biotechnology support, Wei Xi was unable to open her Qiankun bag, and she immediately realized something was wrong.

Wei Xi first checked the flow of his spiritual energy: his bones were still obstructed, with the "pulling threads" and some greenish bones intertwined; although his Qi Palace was narrow and slowly leaking spiritual energy, the spiritual energy was lazily circulating inside.

"Isn't it a problem with spiritual energy?" Wei Xi wondered to himself. "Could it be..." Wei Xi was still only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and it was quite easy for someone to seal the Qi Palace of a cultivator who hadn't yet formed their Core. If the problem lay with spiritual energy, things would be easier to handle.

According to Wei Xi's experience, when something seems amiss, it's already quite suspicious.

The current situation was hard not to excite Wei Xi—her heart was practically pounding in her chest. No matter how much she racked her brains, she couldn't imagine that a deformed, phantom was riding on her neck.

The experienced Wei Xi would link the loss of his senses with the inability to open the Qiankun Bag; tracing back to the source, the two are bitter gourds growing from the same vine.

Wei Xi had several conjectures, one of which was that his cultivation level was insufficient to unravel the mysteries of the abyss, which was somewhat similar to a trial ground or secret realm that restricted cultivation level.

After all, of the three abysses Wei Xi knew of, one was definitely related to cultivators forming their core, and the other was highly related to core formation. Considering that Dead Water City was once very powerful, it was reasonable for it to guard similar channels.

Wei Xi's cultivation has stagnated for a long time, and according to Granny Corpse's theory, she has not yet reached the critical point of Core Formation. Thus, her current state can be explained.

"Unfortunately, the memories of cultivators who have successfully formed their core in Dieji Mountain are often a chaotic mess." Wei Xi paused for a moment, "Wait, didn't I also lose two pieces of my memories?"

"One section of the Everlasting Tree was removed, but where did the other section go?"

Wei Xi tried desperately to recall, but the impact of facing the Heavenly Dao was too great. She could only remember a void, followed by a sticky mixture of blood red and pitch black intertwined, connected, and twisted. She could vaguely hear the sound of wind and sobbing, followed by screams and strange laughter piercing her eardrums.

Before long, veins bulged on Wei Xi's forehead, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he made panting sounds, with indistinct noises coming from his throat.

Wei Xi's mind felt like it had been churned up with a dull knife, and he couldn't recall any useful clues at all.

To save his life, Wei Xi painfully ended the agonizing memories, and could vaguely feel something on the tip of his nose.

Wei Xi came to his senses and saw Ling Yin approaching with concern, her feathers brushing against his nose.

Those fragmented pieces of information emerged from the chaotic memories, slowly piecing together a net, a vast and all-encompassing net.

“No Core Formation. So Core Formation isn’t the reason for amnesia,” Wei Xi’s eyes were cold, his short, thick, illusory arm hanging down in front of his forehead. “There are things in the abyss, and those things are what caused their amnesia. No, amnesia is a good thing; most cultivators die in there.”

Wei Xi couldn't help but shudder, and then cautiously pulled a dagger from his boot, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

"Wrong! Wrong! I shouldn't have come down," Wei Xi thought to herself. "I need to go up and escape with Qin Feng."

Wei Xi released the [Pulling Silk] with trembling hands, and the red thread reluctantly emerged, looking like he was just going through the motions.

However, Wei Xi was extremely determined and ordered [Qian Si] to find something to climb up.

【Tethered Thread】A red thread, dependent on others, has no room for resistance and leads the way with a belly full of complaints.

Wei Xi was led by the nose as he passed through the yin and yang energy that had condensed into threads.

The eight-armed phantom that had been tightly embracing Wei Xi's head gradually began to move. Its gaze remained vacant, but instinct kicked in, and one hand slowly rose, its target clearly [Threads]. (End of Chapter)