Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 352 The Third Life in the Mortal World!
Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

In the vast and boundless world of cultivation, a year is but a drop in the ocean, insignificant.

For those cultivators who often seclude themselves for hundreds or thousands of years of arduous practice, or even live for thousands of years, this is a different story.

These short three hundred days are but a fleeting moment, barely causing a ripple in the long river of cultivation.

However, who could have predicted that this seemingly insignificant period of time would lead to a great upheaval in the world of cultivation?

A series of earth-shattering events occurred one after another, completely shattering the superficial peace of the past.

With the death of the old emperor of the Sun-Devouring Dynasty, the last pillar maintaining the stability of the dynasty collapsed.

In an instant, various forces within the Devouring Sun Dynasty were filled with ambition, like lurking wolves that had caught the scent of blood.

They all bared their claws and began a frantic struggle for power and territory.

The Devouring Sun Dynasty, which once unified this world of cultivation, is rapidly splitting apart amidst this fierce conflict.

The situation became increasingly chaotic, with war raging, people displaced, and cries of despair echoing across the land.

Meanwhile, the ten major sects in the cultivation world were also secretly plotting.

They either stood by and watched coldly, intending to reap the benefits amidst the chaos of the dynasty.

Or they may be secretly supporting various forces, attempting to take this opportunity to expand their own sphere of influence and break the existing order of the cultivation world.

With various forces vying for power, the situation has become increasingly complex, and a major war sweeping across the entire cultivation world seems imminent.

Just when things were in chaos and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control, a reclusive ancestor of the Sun-Devouring Royal Family suddenly appeared in the world of cultivation.

An old monster at the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

With overwhelming force, he intervened in the conflict, and with his unfathomable cultivation and ruthless methods, he quickly quelled this earth-shattering chaos.

Those forces that attempted to take advantage of the chaos all backed down under the pressure of the patriarch of the Sun-Devouring Dynasty.

The Sun-Devouring Dynasty has returned to its former tranquility, and everything seems to have returned to its original state.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Second Incarnation)

Realm: Mahayana (Perfection)

Technique: Azure Ocean Waves Technique 22/9
Points: 4000 million

After Lu Xuan refined all the jade seals of the Sun-Devouring Dynasty and the Dragon Roar Dynasty.

Lu Xuan also directly deduced the "Azure Waves Technique" to the 22nd level.

Lu Xuan's own cultivation level also reached the Great Vehicle Perfection realm.

Having reached the pinnacle of Mahayana Buddhism, Lu Xuan's strength had reached its limit.

According to his perception.

Only by refining the entire cultivation world can one break through this shackle and reach a new realm beyond the Mahayana stage.

However, this is easier said than done.
This world of cultivation is vast and boundless, and contains the will of the world.

It is an existence that transcends all things.

As long as Lu Xuan remains in this world of cultivation, he will never be able to contend with the will of the world.

As for the idea of ​​refining the entire cultivation world, that's practically a pipe dream.

In fact, in this world of cultivation, once a cultivator steps into the realm of Nascent Soul...

They can then sense the call from the upper realm, tear through the void, and ascend to escape the constraints of this world.

However, after Lu Xuan broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he chose to stay in this world of cultivation.

Because Lu Xuan's ultimate goal is to seize a portion of the origin of this cultivation world.

In an instant, the sky suddenly changed, and a dazzling blue light tore through the void, hurtling towards us with the force of cleaving through the sky.

That blue light seemed to contain endless mystery and pressure, and it moved wherever it passed.

Ripples spread through the space, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating waves.

At the same time, Lu Xuan's aura suddenly surged, and the blue spiritual light in his eyes became even more intense.

Like two blazing suns about to burst forth, the blue light almost broke through the confines of my eyes, pouring out unrestrained.

The blue spiritual light, containing immense power, surged uncontrollably, as if accumulating spiritual energy that was about to erupt within its body.

The next moment, Lu Xuan's aura exploded, and he no longer held back.

Endless blue spiritual energy, like a surging, towering wave, burst forth from his body.

Wherever the blue spiritual energy passed, the air emitted a sharp crackling sound, and the surrounding space began to distort and deform.

The entire world trembled violently because of this terrifying spiritual power.

It was as if the entire world of cultivation was about to face a catastrophe that could overturn everything.

In an instant, the world changed color!
The wind chimes on the eaves of the ancient halls of the ten major sects suddenly rang, and dust fell in a flurry from the gilded gate towers of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty.

All cultivators above the Golden Core Realm trembled as if struck by lightning, and in unison looked up at the sky.

The once light blue sky, as soft as silk, is now dyed a deep indigo.

Like an inverted ocean, its surging waves press the earth into a dark abyss.

"The spiritual energy tide has become completely materialized... What an astonishing phenomenon!"

A Nascent Soul elder crushed the spirit stone in his hand, his turbid eyes fixed on the deep blue.

Even more extreme, some flew directly into the sky, attempting to find the source of spiritual energy.

High in the sky, a continuous and powerful pressure rapidly swept over every inch of the land.

The old monsters who had reached the Nascent Soul stage stood on the clouds, their eyes wide with fury as they stared at the blue pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

That wasn't spiritual energy at all; it was clearly a liquid galaxy pouring down!

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators felt a metallic taste in their throats and couldn't help but kneel down on one knee: "Such power... could it be the legendary Nascent Soul Ancestor who shattered the void?"

"Or perhaps... a celestial messenger from the upper realm has descended to earth?"

The surging blue spiritual energy around Lu Xuan was still raging wildly.

But he seemed to be completely detached from it.

Lu Xuan's gaze pierced through layers of deep blue sky, looking straight up at the higher heavens.

While the cultivators in the cultivation world were still terrified by the strange changes in the world,

Lu Xuan's pupils narrowed as he looked up at the sky.

A thin, wisp of purple-gold lightning, radiating supreme pressure, flashed through the void like the eyeliner of an ancient god.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be forcibly torn open by two giant hands, creating a huge gaping hole.

Amidst a deafening roar, a blindingly brilliant sea of ​​purple-gold lightning crashed down.

Thousands of bolts of lightning intertwined to form a vast, boundless ocean, enveloping Lu Xuan within it.

Each bolt of lightning carried a profound aura, and wherever it passed, space crumbled inch by inch.

Then, the shattered space was reshaped amidst blinding lightning.

A confident smile slowly crept onto Lu Xuan's lips as his spiritual power surged, and he actively faced the sea of ​​lightning.

This overwhelming purple-gold lightning was exactly what he had been longing for day and night.

It contains the will of the world, which governs all things in heaven and earth and controls the operation of the world.

The will of the world descended in the form of thunder, carrying the power of the entire world, as if to crush those who dared to challenge the rules into dust.

Little did he know that this was the ultimate existence that Lu Xuan had longed to touch since he entered this world.

..........
Tianwu Realm!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Second Incarnation of a Mortal Immortal
功法：焚天刀法15/9（可推演），咫尺天涯15/9（可推演），不死不灭15/9（可推演）。

Points: 30600 million

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 5500 million points to deduce the Heaven-Burning Blade Technique.

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 5500 million points to deduce the concept of "nearly distant".

Please confirm whether you wish to consume 5500 million points to deduce immortality!
"Deduce!" Lu Xuan, familiar with the process, did not hesitate at all and directly deduced the three cultivation techniques!

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye!
Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Second Incarnation of a Mortal Immortal (Perfect)
功法：焚天刀法17/9，咫尺天涯16/9，不死不灭16/9。

Points: 6100 million

Both "close at hand yet worlds apart" and "immortal and indestructible" were simulated once.

The Burning Heaven Blade Technique was deduced twice, the first time using 5500 million system points and the second time using 8000 system points.

"Are there 6100 million system points left?"

Without hesitation, Lu Xuan strengthened the surrounding heaven and earth restrictions again.

He closed his eyes again.

A black light ripped through the void and headed straight for the void rift.

The third mortal world!
Outside the East Palace, nine python robes gleamed coldly in the blazing sun.

"You dog servant, I, the prince, am asking you a question!"

"My dear brother, is the Crown Prince really dead?"

"What did the imperial physician say?"

One of the princes kicked the kneeling eunuch at the front, his gold-embroidered boots stained with blood.

The young eunuch pressed his forehead against the gold-paved ground, cold sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Fourth Prince..." Xiao Shunzi's voice trembled, "His Highness the Crown Prince is still unconscious. The imperial physician said..."

"What did the imperial physician say?"

Another prince suddenly squatted down, the jade pendant on his jade belt dazzling the young eunuch.
He toyed with the rhinoceros horn thumb ring in his hand and interjected in a sinister tone, "Could it be that my dear brother, the Crown Prince, is about to die?"

The last word was deliberately drawn out.

"Third Prince, Your Highness, please understand!" The little eunuch trembled violently, his forehead slamming heavily against the gold brick floor.

"The imperial physician said the pulse was strange, and he feared it might be the work of evil spirits."

"Insolence!" The Third Prince stood up abruptly.

"You dog of a servant, how dare you spread falsehoods and mislead the public!"

"The Crown Prince is the rightful heir apparent of the Wenjing Dynasty, and is naturally protected by the Purple Star. What evil spirit could possibly harm him!"

Behind them, another prince's eyes flashed with a cold light. Without saying a word, he suddenly snatched the sword from the guard's waist.

The gilded scabbard clattered to the ground, the gleaming blade reflecting his ferocious face: "This prince will kill you, you dog slave who spreads heresy."

The vermilion gate of the main hall of the East Palace creaked open a crack.

The stagnant air suddenly surged, carrying a strong smell of medicine and blood, startling the flock of birds perched under the eaves, which fluttered their wings and took flight.

Everyone froze in place.

The prince holding the knife suddenly tightened his grip, while the other eight princes' hands, which were pressed against the jade belt buckles, turned pale.

Even the trembling eunuchs forgot to kowtow, and their sobs abruptly stopped.

Countless gazes, like sharp swords, shot towards that gap.

"Prince?"

The third prince staggered half a step, the jade pendant at his waist striking the stone steps with a crisp sound.

The exclamation was like a thunderclap, and everyone was jolted awake from their daze.

The door gap slowly widened, and black boots with cloud patterns emerged first, stepping onto the ground bathed in sunlight.

The man, dressed in a purple robe with five claws, stood with his hands behind his back, the dragon pattern embroidered in gold thread standing out prominently.

Nine giant dragons coiled around the hem of the garment, and the pearls inlaid in the dragons' eyes reflected a chilling aura.

The five-clawed golden dragon patterned jade belt around her waist swayed gently in the breeze, and the dragon scale pattern carved from mutton fat jade was clearly visible.

He was only around thirty years old, with dark, jade-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples, and thin lips pressed into a sharp arc beneath his straight nose.

His pale complexion did not diminish his majesty in the slightest; on the contrary, it made his eyes appear even more profound.

His gaze blended both his innate nobility and the oppressive aura of someone in a superior position.

Standing at the vermilion threshold, he resembled a deity descending from the heavens on clouds.

The aura surrounding him seemed to want to take the entire world into its grasp.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Third Incarnation)

Realm: First-rate martial artist (perfect)

Technique: Nine Dragons Protective Scripture 2/9 (Can be deduced)

Score: 10
Please confirm whether you wish to consume 8 system points to deduce the Nine Dragons Protection Scripture.

Isn't this a world of cultivation?
Lu Xuan was a little disappointed; this time it wasn't a cultivation world after all.

However, although this world is a low-level martial arts world, there are still those strange things around.

"So you're alright, brother. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"My brother just remembered that he has some important things to take care of, so he will take his leave now."

The third prince's deliberately elevated tone was laced with feigned sincerity, and the hem of his python robe stirred up fine dust as it swept across the gold bricks.

As he bowed, the pearl on his jade crown swayed slightly. Before he could fully extend his bowing motion, he staggered and turned around.

The embroidered gold boots dragged on the ground with a screeching sound, and the person fled into the shadows of the corridor as if being chased by a demon.

The Third Prince's fleeing posture was like a fire igniting a powder keg.

Another prince tapped his palm lightly with his folding fan, and bowed with a forced smile: "Brother, I still have some miscellaneous matters to attend to at my residence, so I won't bother you any longer today."

Before the words were even finished, the other princes, like startled birds, rose to their feet, bowed, and took their leave amidst the fluttering of their wide sleeves.

"Take care, Your Majesty. I will come to pay my respects another day."

The polite conversation, mingled with the tinkling of jade belts and pendants, was broken into fragments by the draft through the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the eight princes vanished without a trace.

Only the Ninth Prince remained motionless, his hands clenched into iron fists beneath his black python robe.

He stared intently at Lu Xuan's pale yet composed face, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions.

That thing from the West City.

I clearly arranged for that woman to be placed with my good older brother.

Moreover, a scout came to report the time early this morning.

The woman's body had already decomposed to ashes—a clean and swift death.

It's obvious that the devil has come knocking.

In the western part of the city, there is an extremely sinister place where resentment has solidified into a tangible form.

Even the ambergris, bestowed by the emperor and said to ward off all evil, could only suppress the poison for half an incense stick's time.

The prince, who should have been completely consumed by the yin energy, was now standing perfectly fine in front of the palace gate.

My dear brother!

What is it that is protecting you?

"Eldest brother, Ninth brother takes his leave."

He forced a bow, then turned and left without hesitation.

Lu Xuan watched his "ninth brother" hurriedly leave until his figure disappeared around the corner of the palace wall.

At that moment, Lu Xuan's fingertips, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly touched something soft.

He lowered his eyes to look at the pink silk handkerchief slowly unfolding in his palm!
The 10 system points on the panel come from this pink silk handkerchief.

Interesting, are they those eerie ghosts or monsters?
Lu Xuan hadn't seen these "old friends" for a long time.

(End of this chapter)