Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The quiet room on the back of Qixia Peak has been closed for thirty years.

Outside the quiet room, the Radiant Grass that had been casually planted years ago has long since covered the entire stone wall.

At dawn and dusk, the stone wall is bathed in a faint golden-red glow, as if it has stolen a corner of the sunset and hidden it in the mountains.

For the past thirty years, Li Xiaoyao has hardly ever left the quiet room in the back mountain.

It wasn't the kind of secluded, ascetic retreat where he "didn't step out," but rather that he actually settled down in the back mountains.

Every day, I watch the sunrise, the sunset, the morning mist, and the evening glow.

Occasionally, a younger person would come to pay their respects, and he would chat with them for a few minutes. After chatting, he would continue to look at the sky.

Li Mutian had visited several times, and each time he saw his second brother in this state, he would shake his head, sigh, and turn away.

He knew this was enlightenment.

But he didn't understand how enlightenment had turned him into a "retired old cadre".

Today is different.

It's windy on the back mountain today.

Li Mutian was reviewing jade slips in Chengxia Hall when he suddenly felt something and looked up towards the direction of the back mountain.

On the horizon, a rosy glow is gathering.

It wasn't an ordinary sunset glow—it was the kind of glow that existed between dawn and dusk, hazy and indistinct, seemingly about to vanish yet also seemingly eternal.

The rosy clouds gathered more and more, growing thicker and thicker, gradually condensing into a huge curtain that descended from the sky, enveloping the entire back mountain.

"This is……"

Li Mutian stood up.

Li Xiaoyao pushed open the door to the quiet room at the back of the mountain and stepped out.

He looked up at the curtain of rosy light, reached out, and gently brushed it aside.

The curtain moved.

Like lifting a door, like pulling back a curtain, like pushing open a window.

Then he withdrew his hand, and the curtain fell again, enveloping him completely.

From a distance, the back mountain looked as if it were shrouded in a curtain of rosy light, hazy and indistinct.

Li Xiaoyao stood in the center of the curtain, closed his eyes, and sensed this newly born divine power.

Thirty years.

He elevated his second immortal foundation to the second divine power, "Visiting the Cloud Curtain".

When Senior Canxia gifted him the Flowing Cloud Silk, it took him thirty years to truly understand the last two sentences hidden within them:

"The rosy clouds are the remnants of the sun; they can exist between the sun and the moon, or they can form their own world."

"The rosy clouds can cover the sky, obscure the sun, and shroud all things."

【谒霄帷】Domain-type supernatural power.

It can isolate itself from the world and form its own circle.

Once the curtains fall, it's his domain.

He opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"I see."

---

At the same moment, the mission token hanging from his waist suddenly lit up.

A beam of light shot into the sky above the Sunset Realm.

Li Xiaoyao looked up and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Conscription order.

He picked up the token and probed it with his divine sense—

"Qingxiao Immortal Sect Recruitment Order: The Heavenly Demon Realm, a plane of all heavens, is classified as a mid-thousand-plane."

This realm is ruled by demonic beasts who call themselves the "Gods" and enslave humans, treating them like livestock.

Feeling compassion for the suffering of their fellow human beings, the Immortal Sect has issued a proclamation, calling upon cultivators of the Purple Mansion level and above to go and provide assistance.

Task deadline: Indefinite. Task reward: Depends on contribution. Task risk: High.

After reading it, Li Xiaoyao remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't a happy laugh; it was a cold laugh.

"Demons rule... claiming to be gods... enslaving humanity..."

He put the token away and looked up at the lingering glow of the sunset.

"This supernatural power has come at just the right time."

---

Inside Chengxia Hall, Li Mutian was staring blankly at the conscription order.

"Middle Thousand Dimensions..."

He muttered, "The Immortal Sect has actually issued a conscription order."

"Very rare?"

Li Xiaoyao's voice came from the doorway.

Li Mutian looked up and saw his second brother walk in, still carrying a trace of lingering sunset glow.

"Second brother? You've emerged from seclusion? And you've mastered your supernatural powers?"

"It's done." Li Xiaoyao sat down opposite him. "You just said that conscription orders are rare?"

Li Mutian nodded: "For ordinary low-level minor worlds, the immortal sects will only post the missions in the Common Things Hall, and those with an interest in the Purple Mansion can go and accept them themselves."

Only in the middle thousand planes would a conscription order be issued—indicating that this plane has attracted the attention of the immortal sects and is worth investing resources in.

Li Xiaoyao picked up the token and looked at it again.

"The Heavenly Demon Realm... ruled by demonic beasts..." He put down the token.

"Are any of our people inside?"

"I don't know. But as long as it's a middle-thousand-plane, there must be a large number of humans. The immortal sects won't just stand by and watch their compatriots be enslaved by demonic beasts."

Li Xiaoyao remained silent for a while.

"I plan to go."

Li Mutian didn't stop him.

He knew he couldn't stop them.

"When are you leaving?"

"In a few days. I just broke through, so I need to consolidate my gains. I also need to let my family know."

Li Mutian nodded, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, a letter came from Chijing."

"Oh?"

"He said... he met a girl in Chaolitian." Li Mutian's expression was somewhat complicated. "She has dual spiritual roots of water and wood, comes from a rogue cultivator background, and has a good character."

Li Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Finally figured it out?"

"It's not decided yet," Li Mutian said. "He said he'd give it a try and see how it goes."

Li Xiaoyao smiled and shook his head: "Alright, let him handle it. Bring him back for us to see when he's done."

He stood up, walked to the entrance of the hall, and looked at the curtain of rosy light that had not yet completely dissipated over the back mountain.

"Thirty years to comprehend the Dao, and I'm already facing war as soon as I emerge from seclusion." He stretched, "What a life I have."

Li Mutian said from behind him, "Be careful. The Middle Thousand Dimensions are no joke."

Li Xiaoyao didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

"rest assured."

"Don't unleash all your supernatural abilities right away. Assess the situation first."

"Know."

"If you encounter something you can't beat, run away quickly."

"..." Li Xiaoyao turned to look at him. "Big brother, can't you wish me well for once?"

Li Mutian glared at him: "I only said that because I want what's best for you!"

Li Xiaoyao laughed heartily, took a step, and disappeared into the rosy glow.

Li Mutian watched the sunset fade into the distance and remained silent for a long time.

Then he sat back down at his desk, picked up a jade slip, and began to write.

For Chijing.

"Your second uncle is going to fight again. If things are settled on your end, bring him back to see you. If not, don't delay too long."

After finishing writing, he put down the jade slip and sighed.

"Neither of them is easy to deal with."

---

three days later.

Beyond the realm of sunset clouds, in the void.

Li Xiaoyao stood suspended outside the flying boat, facing a group of people—Xuanfeng, Xuanxuan, Xuanzhu, Xuanling, Changhu, Xiangping, Tongya…

"I'll leave you here," he waved his hand. "It's not like it's your first time going out."

Xuanfeng stepped forward: "Second Grandfather, let me go with you this time?"

"No way." Li Xiaoyao glanced at him. "You're only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Are you going to go to the Middle Thousand Planes to die?"

"When will you take us there?"

"Once you reach the late Foundation Establishment stage or the Purple Mansion stage," Li Xiaoyao said, "in the middle thousand planes, anyone below the Purple Mansion stage in the early stages is just cannon fodder. You should stay home and manage your planes well."

Xuanfeng opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Li Xiaoyao looked towards the long lake: "Has the population migration over in the New Era Realm finished?"

"It's over," Changhu said. "We left 500,000 and moved 4 million back. The workshops, fields, and residences are all arranged."

Li Xiaoyao nodded, then looked at Xiang Ping: "What about Chao Li Tian's side?"

"It's safe," Xiang Ping said. "With Chi Jing keeping an eye on things, nothing will go wrong."

"Tongya?"

"The formations are all repaired," Tongya said. "The mountain-protecting formation is seventy percent complete, which is enough."

After asking all his questions, Li Xiaoyao finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, everyone go back now."

He turned around, preparing to step into the void.

"Second brother!"

Li Xiaoyao turned around.

Li Mutian stepped out from the crowd, stood in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come back alive."

Li Xiaoyao looked at his elder brother's bloodshot eyes and suddenly smiled.

"rest assured."

Li Mutian finally loosened his grip and took a step back.

Li Xiaoyao turned around, stepped into the void, and disappeared into the vast emptiness.

The group stood on the flying boat, watching the figure disappear into the distance, and lingered for a long time.

After a long silence, Li Mutian said in a low voice:

"Let's go. Let's get back to work."

"When he comes back, we have to let him see—that home is alright."