Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

Xiao Xiting walked to the two of them, raised his hand and gently waved it, and the black chain snapped.

He looked at the two of them with a smile: "What, surprised?"

Li Xiaoyao opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence:

"Senior Xiting...you are...?"

"This old man?"

Xiao Xiting stroked his beard. "I am just a minor Purple Mansion cultivator who has only managed to live for a few years by sheer luck."

but……"

He looked at the old man in the green robe: "My master is this man."

The old man in the green robe finally withdrew his gaze from the Golden Core and looked at Li Xiaoyao and Shuyu.

His gaze was calm as still water, yet it instilled in both of them a sense of instinctive awe.

That is the suppression of life level, the Purple Mansion's natural admiration for the Golden Elixir.

"I am Pingyu."

He spoke slowly, "True Lord Xuanming is my senior brother."

Li Xiaoyao's mind went completely blank.

Pingyu Qingxu Zhenjun.

That Golden Core True Monarch who fought three opponents single-handedly, severely injuring two Golden Core cultivators and returning with serious injuries himself.

The inner sect True Monarch mentioned in the Immortal Sect's report who went deep into investigating the Heart of the Demon Ruins.

Right now, I'm standing right in front of him.

And Xuanming Zhenjun was actually his senior brother?

"What... what exactly is going on?"

Shuyu couldn't help but ask.

Pingyu Qingxu did not answer, but simply raised his hand and gently beckoned to the ice coffin.

The ice coffin trembled slightly, then slowly opened.

The figure that had been lying in the coffin for eight thousand years actually opened its eyes!

Li Xiaoyao and Shuyu both gasped at the same time.

The Mysterious Lord is still alive?!

"Don't be afraid."

The aged and weak voice came from the ice coffin, "I am but a remnant of my soul, and I cannot hold on for much longer."

The remnant soul of Xuanming Zhenjun slowly sat up, looked at Pingyu Qingxu, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Junior brother, you've come after all."

Pingyu Qingxu remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Senior brother has been planning for eight thousand years, just waiting for me to arrive, hasn't he?"

Xuanming Zhenjun smiled, a smile that conveyed a sense of relief.

"For the past eight thousand years, the people of the Dark Abyss Demon Sect have been guarding outside, waiting for the source of my golden core to be exhausted so that they can collect it completely."

But what they didn't know was that what I was waiting for wasn't the moment when the golden core would naturally deplete.

He looked at Li Xiaoyao and Shuyu.

"What I'm waiting for are two living people who can comprehend ice and fire at the same time and are willing to come in together."

Li Yuan's face turned deathly pale; he finally understood.

From beginning to end, he was the one who was outmaneuvered.

Xuanming Zhenjun used golden pills as bait to lure people from the Dark Abyss Demon Sect.

Let them think they're lying in wait, let them eliminate other covetous people for them, let them guard the entrance for them for three hundred years—

He was just waiting for two truly qualified people to come in and complete the final arrangements for him.

"Junior Brother," Xuanming Zhenjun looked at Pingyu Qingxu, "For the past eight thousand years, my remnant soul has been nurturing something."

That thing, I snatched from the remnants of the Dark Abyss when I was hunting them down back then.”

He raised his hand, and a jet-black jade talisman with cracked surfaces slowly flew out of the ice coffin.

"This is the 'Sect Master's Decree' of the Dark Abyss Demon Sect."

Xuanming Zhenjun said, "It's not an ordinary token; it's the life-bound keepsake of the Dark Abyss Demon Lord who has been missing for many years."

The holder of this warrant can mobilize all the hidden forces of the Dark Abyss Demon Sect.

"I risked my life to obtain this order back then, but I was unable to destroy it."

Because this decree is tied to the life of the Dark Abyss Demon Lord, it will remain in effect as long as he lives.

"I have waited here for eight thousand years, just for this one opportunity—"

"Wait until the people from the Dark Abyss Demon Sect come to us, and until someone brings this token to them on my behalf."

He looked at Pingyu Qingxu.

"Junior brother, eight thousand years have passed. Have you found the hiding place of the Dark Abyss Demon Lord?"

Pingyu Qingxu remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Found it."

"It's located at the deepest part of the Desolate Ruins Corridor, in the 'Heart of the Demon Ruins,' which gave birth to eight Demon Ruins."

Xuanming Zhenjun smiled.

That smile carried eight thousand years of resentment, eight thousand years of waiting, and eight thousand years of relief.

"it is good."

He raised his hand, and the jet-black jade talisman slowly flew towards Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao was stunned.

"Senior, this is...?"

"Your name is Shangyuan?"

Xuanming Zhenjun looked at him and said, "You cultivate the Rainbow Clouds, yet you were able to walk this far with that little girl who cultivates the Water of Kan. This shows that your destinies are connected and your fate is not shallow."

"I'm giving you this jade talisman."

"I'm not sending you to your death, but rather you're taking this to find someone."

Li Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly: "Who are you looking for?"

Xuanming Zhenjun's gaze slowly turned to the obsidian wall deep inside the hall.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the stone wall.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in purple robes, standing with his hands behind his back in the void, surrounded by eight slowly rotating black hearts.

His gaze pierced through the stone wall, meeting Xuanming Zhenjun's eyes, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Dark Abyss Demon Lord.

"Xuanming, eight thousand years have passed, and you still haven't given up."

The illusory figure spoke slowly, its voice seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, "You think you can bring my token to me just by finding two junior cultivators from the Purple Mansion realm?"

Xuanming Zhenjun did not speak, but looked at Pingyu.

Pingyu took a step forward.

With that step, the entire hall trembled!

Another figure stepped out from the void and stood beside Pingyu Qingxu.

She was a woman dressed in white with an exquisitely beautiful face, surrounded by a cool moonlight, her aura even more profound than that of Pingyu Qingxu.

Mid-stage Golden Core.

She looked at the illusory image on the stone wall and slowly spoke:

"The Dark Abyss has been here for 30,000 years."

"It's time to end this."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in white—Elemental True Monarch—casually glanced at Li Yuan.

That one glance was like a god from the heavens looking down on ants.

Li Yuan froze, and for the first time, true fear appeared in his pupils.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Pingyu Qingxu didn't even look at him.

He simply raised his hand and gently shook it.

"puff."

Li Yuan's body was like a crushed bubble, instantly turning into a cloud of blood mist, without even having time to scream.

The blood mist lingered in the void for a moment before being completely wiped away by some invisible force, leaving not even a trace of its presence.

Late stage of Zifu (紫府).

Before a Golden Core True Lord, they are no different from ants.

Li Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly. This was the first time he had witnessed a Golden Core True Monarch in action.

No, it wasn't even a move; it was just a casual gesture, and a late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator who had lived for countless years vanished from the world.

This is the Golden Elixir.

Between the Purple Palace and the Purple Palace lies an insurmountable chasm.

"Let's go."

Pingyu Qingxu withdrew his hand and said calmly.

He raised his hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

"Sizzle—!"

A pitch-black spatial rift suddenly tore open!

On the other side of the rift, a hazy gray void could be vaguely seen, along with eight enormous, heart-shaped black shadows that slowly rotated.