Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

In the void, three figures silently appeared.

The one in the lead was none other than True Lord Minghuang. Beside him, True Lord Yuanchen's body was surrounded by the energy of the Earth element, and True Lord Taiyao's illusory image of the Great Sun was encircled.

Sensing the aura, Li Xiaoyao stepped out of the void and went to meet it.

"True Lord!"

True Monarch Minghuang nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the Taoist temple on the small hill: "Where is Wuju?"

"They're preparing. He said he could break through at any time, but he wants to wait for the people from the Immortal Sect to arrive before making any decisions."

True Monarch Minghuang nodded and said in a deep voice, "Tell him we can begin."

"Within the Immortal Sect, the Sect Master and all the Supreme Ancestors have taken their places. The other True Monarchs have also set out to guide the remaining twenty-odd planes from beyond the realm."

Li Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat: "Then here..."

"The three of us are enough here," True Monarch Minghuang said calmly. "Go."

Li Xiaoyao said no more and turned back to the courtyard.

Xiaoyao Tian was sitting at the table, a pot of cold tea in front of him. When he saw Li Xiaoyao return, he looked up, his eyes questioning.

Li Xiaoyao looked at him and said, word by word, "We can begin."

Xiaoyao Tian remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

That smile held relief, anticipation, and the immense relief of finally seeing fifty years of waiting come to an end.

"it is good."

He stood up and took a step forward.

The next moment, the sky above the imperial city changed color.

A figure descended from the sky, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, his red robe fluttering in the wind. The red and white clouds beneath his feet suddenly expanded, transforming into a hundred-foot-long auspicious cloud, supporting him and suspending him in mid-air.

The faded blue Taoist robe that had been washed until it was almost white was gone.

Instead, he wore a long, fiery red robe, its hem fluttering even without wind. The red lotus mark between his brows shone brightly, as if it were about to burst into flames. The crimson-gold gourd at his waist jingled, and his right hand held a silver-white longsword pointing diagonally at the ground.

Black hair, golden eyes, double pupils.

Red clothes, bare feet, auspicious clouds.

It is exactly the same as the images detected by the park.

But they are also completely different.

Because at this moment, he is no longer the "chosen one" who is being detected, marked, and treated as prey.

He is Xiaoyao Tian.

His Taoist name is Wuju.

In the imperial city, millions of mortals and cultivators looked up at that figure.

Xiaoyao Tian looked around, his voice echoing throughout the heavens and earth:

"I am free from all constraints; today I break through and attain enlightenment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to practice his internal energy.

In that instant, the spiritual energy of the entire plane came alive.

Above the imperial city, clouds surged and rays of light shone in myriad directions. Mysterious patterns of laws manifested in the void, weaving together into a colossal net that enveloped heaven and earth. These were the veins of the Heavenly Dao, a harbinger of a plane's ascension.

The Way of Heaven is undergoing a transformation.

Heaven is celebrating.

The aura of Xiaoyaotian began to rise.

Foundation Establishment Peak - Half-Step Golden Core - The threshold of Golden Core is getting closer and closer.

Within a plane, in a certain valley.

Tie Long suddenly looked up, staring intently at the soaring aura rising from the direction of the imperial city.

"here we go."

Beside him, Han Shuang's expression was grave: "Not everyone has arrived. We can only contact about sixty people; the rest... are all out of contact."

Tie Long's pupils contracted slightly: "Out of contact?"

"Yes. Thirty-two people, and we can't contact any of them. The signal is gone, the location is completely lost, it's like... they vanished into thin air."

Tie Long remained silent for three seconds.

"Something's not right," Frost whispered. "Captain, something's not right."

"Even if it's not right, we have to go for it." Tie Long gritted his teeth. "The arrow is on the bowstring, we have no choice but to release it. They've already broken through right in front of us. If we don't go now, what's the point of wasting all that manpower and resources coming here? For tourism?"

He took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"Even if there is real danger, I have a backup plan. The eighth-tier expert left behind some tricks; if we're really set up, he'll step in to save us. What's there to be afraid of?"

He stood up and waved his hand dismissively:

"All personnel assemble! Destination: The Imperial City!"

Above the imperial city, the aura of Xiaoyaotian had reached its peak.

The patterns of laws in the sky grew denser and brighter, eventually converging into a beam of white light that reached the heavens and the earth, which then descended with a roar, enveloping the Free and Unfettered Heaven.

The moment the white light entered his body, Xiaoyaotian's body trembled slightly.

it has started.

Heaven guides and the laws infuse the body.

This is the most critical moment for breakthrough, but also the most vulnerable and fatal moment.

Li Xiaoyao stood in the courtyard, staring intently at the figure in the white light, his divine sense spreading out to cover an area of ​​a hundred miles.

He is waiting.

Wait for the players from the amusement park to appear.

When they rush up, then—

kill.

But at that moment, a voice resounded in his heart:

"Young friend Shangyuan, there's no need to be nervous."

It is the True Lord Minghuang.

"Come on up, you don't need to stay in this realm anymore. Those reincarnators from Paradise..."

The voice of True Lord Minghuang carried a faint smile:

"I already have them all in my hands."

Li Xiaoyao was taken aback and suddenly looked up at the outer realm.

In the void, a colossal Dharma image stood majestically.

Nine heavenly wheels, surrounded by the great sun, with three heads and six arms, holding a spiritual treasure—【Nine Heavens·Great Sun Bright and Shining World-Suppressing Dharma Image】.

In the right hand of the Dharma Image lay more than sixty figures. Some were unconscious, some were struggling, and some were terrified, but without exception, they were all suppressed by an invisible force and could not move.

Iron Dragon, Frost, Blazing Fire, Shadow... all are present.

Li Xiaoyao's pupils contracted slightly.

When?

He was completely unaware.

Li Xiaoyao took a step and arrived in the outer void.

The Dharma image of True Lord Minghuang bowed slightly, looking at him. True Lord Yuanchen and True Lord Taiyao stood on either side, their gazes fixed on the white light that enveloped the Free and Unfettered Heaven.

"True Lord," Li Xiaoyao cupped his hands, "What about Fellow Daoist Wuju...?"

"stable."

Minghuang Zhenjun interrupted him, his voice calm, "His foundation is even more solid than I thought. Fifty years of suppression have not been in vain."

He paused, his tone slightly somber:

"However, when I made my move just now, a law fluctuation that transcended the level escaped."

Li Xiaoyao was taken aback: "Extraordinary rank?"

"right."

True Monarch Minghuang's gaze fell on the right hand of the Dharma Image that held more than sixty Paradise players. "Someone left a backup plan on that strongest one. I used a celestial artifact to seal off the surrounding void, but I still couldn't stop it. That wave pierced through the seal and went into the depths of the endless void."

Li Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly: "What realm?"

"The Embryo of the Dao".

Li Xiaoyao's expression changed: "Dao Embryo? Then True Monarch, shouldn't we take Fellow Daoist Wuju and run away?"

Minghuang Zhenjun glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Why are you running? He's currently advancing along with the Heavenly Dao and can't move. If he moves, the plane advancement will fail, and Xiao Wuju will be finished too."

He raised his finger and pointed to the even higher void above his head:

"Don't worry. The Sect Leader and several Grand Elders made their move as soon as that energy wave dissipated. Now..."

He raised his finger and pointed to the even higher void above his head:

"That Dao Embryo should already be stuck on the road."

Li Xiaoyao followed his finger. The higher void was empty. But he knew that a battle might be taking place there, one he couldn't see.

A battle at the Dao Embryo level.

True Monarch Minghuang withdrew his gaze and looked again at the figure in the white light, his tone becoming solemn:

"Alright, watch with peace of mind. Xiao Wuju has successfully connected with the Heavenly Dao. Next, he will activate his divine powers."

He paused, a hint of anticipation in his voice:

"This is the first time I've seen Xiao Wuju's supernatural powers. After he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, apart from the Sect Leader, no one knew what his supernatural powers looked like. Even I, the Sect Leader's senior brother, had never seen them."

"Young friend Shangyuan, you must watch carefully and comprehend it deeply." The voice of True Lord Minghuang resounded in his heart, with a touch of solemnity. "There are not many who can prove the lineage of the Primordial Immortal Path in vain. In the past thousand years, there has only been one person who can prove it with absolute certainty."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyao also focused his attention on the white light.

Amidst the white light, Xiaoyao Tian's figure appeared and disappeared.

His aura was already incredibly close to the Golden Core stage, only three steps away—

Supernatural powers manifest, the nature of metal solidifies, and the fruition is achieved.