Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed!

He felt as if he had instantly fallen into the legendary eighteenth level of hell!

Thrilled by mountains of knives and seas of fire, boiling oil and icebergs, tongue-pulling and intestine-pulling, bronze pillars and iron trees...

Countless hideous and terrifying ghosts are torturing sinful souls of all shapes and sizes with various cruel methods.

The cries of agony filled the fields, and resentment soared to the heavens, penetrating to the very depths of the soul!

This is the third and most dangerous level of the Purple Mansion – Crossing Boundless Illusions, Containing Supernatural Powers Without Spitting Them Out!

This trial is a concentrated outburst of inner demons, one's own karma, obsessions, and fears, which will evolve into endless terrifying illusions, testing the cultivator's Dao heart.

Cultivators must guard their spiritual altar and contain the supernatural powers that are about to take shape.

At this moment, supernatural powers are already being nurtured in the inner landscape, like a fishbone stuck in the throat, unable to be spoken or released, and need to be nurtured with mental focus.

Only by enduring illusions and hardships without wavering in one's true nature can one ultimately condense one's innate supernatural powers and open the gate to the celestial realm.

As soon as Li Xiaoyao entered this hellish illusion, he felt a tightness in his throat.

It was as if there really was something hot, condensed, and containing immense power stuck there.

Neither high nor low, this is precisely the embryonic form of the earth-attribute innate divine power that is being nurtured by the power of the Xuanhuang Platform and the Heavenly Dao!

He immediately focused his mind, clenched his teeth, and warned himself that he must not utter a sound or reveal anything under any circumstances, otherwise all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Just then, several green-faced imps responsible for pulling out tongues seemed to smell the delicious aroma of living people and those who had broken through.

Dragging rusty iron pliers and hooks, they cackled and chuckled as they surrounded Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao's heart tightened, and he was about to circulate his inner energy to resist the illusion's intrusion.

That familiar grayish-white phantom appeared for the third time.

It still had no face, and naturally walked to Li Xiaoyao's side, reached out, and gently grasped the hand of Li Xiaoyao's consciousness.

Then, it led Li Xiaoyao along, strolling leisurely forward through this terrifying and bloody illusion of the eighteen levels of hell.

The blue-faced little devils who gathered around seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying the moment they saw the gray-white phantom.

The sinister smile on his face froze instantly, turning into boundless terror.

Screaming and yelling, he scrambled back, dropping the torture instruments in his hands with a clatter to the ground.

Not only them, but also all the ghost messengers and judges who were carrying out punishments along the way, and even Yama, who sat high in the hall with a blurred face.

As the grayish-white phantom passed by, everyone seemed to be frozen in place, their movements stiff, their eyes darting away, and some even turned away, pretending to be busy, unable to look directly at it.

"You can't see me, you can't see me..."

Only after the grayish-white phantom led Li Xiaoyao past them would they steal a glance before continuing with their own business.

The grayish-white phantom led Li Xiaoyao down slowly from the first level of the Tongue-Pulling Hell.

The second level is the Scissors Hell, the third level is the Iron Tree Hell... one level after another.

During this descent, countless images flashed before Li Xiaoyao's eyes like a fleeting dream.

It contains glimpses of his past life as a modern person.

Arguments with colleagues, uncertainty about the future, those insignificant acts of good and evil...

There are various things that happened after he crossed over into this world.

The initial discomfort and excitement upon arrival, the kinship with his elder brother Li Mutian, the responsibility of teaching his children and nephews, the hardships of developing the family, the ferocity of facing powerful enemies, the joy of gaining opportunities, and the sorrow of losing comrades...

There was also a deep-seated fear within him—fear of his family's destruction, fear of his path being cut off, fear of failing expectations, fear that this journey would ultimately be nothing more than a dying dream…

There were even some obsessions and regrets that he had never noticed.

These are his inner demons, his karma, and the bait that illusions are trying to erode him and make him fall.

However, whenever Li Xiaoyao's consciousness fluctuated or became disoriented due to these fleeting images, almost sinking into them—

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

A series of crisp slaps echoed in his mind, and a burning pain shot through his face.

It was that grayish-white phantom that slapped him across the face without any hesitation!

The slap wasn't hard, but it carried a penetrating, sobering power that instantly pulled Li Xiaoyao back from the brink of despair.

And so I walked, looked, and endured slaps to stay awake...

Li Xiaoyao's face was slapped into a pig's head during the process.

Her cheeks were swollen and red, and her eyes were so swollen from being slapped that she couldn't open them. She could only passively be led around by the gray and white shadow.

"Snapped!"

Finally, they passed through the seventeenth level of the Stone Mill Hell and arrived at the very bottom—the end of the eighteenth level of the Avici Hell.

This place is a pure, all-consuming darkness and nothingness, as if it were the end of the world, the end of reincarnation.

The grayish-white phantom stopped, stretched out a finger, and gently drew a line across the endless darkness before it.

"Sizzle—!"

A crack emitting a pure white glow was torn open out of thin air.

The grayish-white phantom pulled Li Xiaoyao and stepped into the rift.

…………

outside world.

The pure white pillar of light enveloping Li Xiaoyao suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling brilliance!

A majestic spiritual pressure, surpassing even the Foundation Establishment stage and carrying the imminent opening of a grotto-heaven and the formation of nascent laws, suddenly erupted from the pillar of light, soaring straight into the sky!

Inside the pillar of light, Li Xiaoyao's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

The pain, struggle, and confusion of the past were gone from her eyes, leaving only a newborn clarity, and a little bit of confusion!

The white pillar of light that shot into the sky seemed to have become a bridge connecting him with heaven and earth!

Within the pillar of light, faint shadows of mountains and rivers and the veins of the earth emerged, which were signs that his Purple Mansion was resonating with the outside world and beginning to take shape!

"Now!"

Xiao Xiting's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted sternly.

The four immortals simultaneously changed their techniques, ceasing to simulate and replace the four immortal foundations within Li Xiaoyao's body.

Instead, it removed the four illusory images of the Immortal Foundations that had been previously separated and imprisoned and were floating around the pillar of light: [Chang Sheng Que], [Xuan Huang Guan], [Su Sha Fu], and [Gui Cang Yuan].

Using his own supernatural powers as a guide, he pushed with all his might towards the towering pillar of light, unleashing a series of complex and profound incantations.

The laws of the four immortal foundations were solidified and imprinted into the laws of heaven and earth that the pillar of light communicated!

The four illusory images of the Immortal Foundations flowed upstream along the pillar of light and merged into the sky!

The four elements of wood, fire, metal, and water that they represent begin to intertwine and complement each other at a deeper level with the origin of this world!

At the same time, Xiao Xiting, Qingru Zhenren, Honglie Zhenren, and Jiaheng Zhenren once again joined their fingers and unleashed the final and most crucial auxiliary spell on Li Xiaoyao, who had just opened his eyes and whose Purple Mansion spiritual pressure had just begun to form!

Four beams of light, each a different color and containing a trace of their own primordial Dao essence, entered Li Xiaoyao's body, helping him stabilize his newly opened and still very fragile Purple Mansion Cave Heaven, and guiding it to form a closer connection with the outside world, which was undergoing advancement.

"Fellow Daoist Li!"

Xiao Xiting's voice, tinged with urgency and anticipation, reached Li Xiaoyao's ears.

"Now's the time! Stabilize the grotto-heaven, draw upon its power, anchor ourselves to the origin of this world, and advance together with this realm!"