Xuanjian: I am the Sun Sword Immortal

The North Sea is frozen solid, snow waves crash against the sky, and extreme cold sweeps across the land. The thousand-mile-long ice plain is like a carpet of white jade, and towering glaciers hang inverted from the heavens. The biting wind whips up snowflakes, cutting like knives, and the world is a vast expanse of white. Vast waterways surge like dragons, hidden beneath the ice, their roar like ancient bells. A cold mist swirls on the ice, water vapor condensing into frost flowers, layer upon layer covering the cliffs, serene and eerie, with a chilling atmosphere. Looking out, there is no one in sight, no birds, no beasts, only the eternally unyielding ice and snow, silently telling the story of this desolate and lonely place.

As one travels westward, the ice and snow gradually melt, and the land turns dry and warm. Hidden beneath the earth, the golden stones glow with a faint firelight, and the pale golden sunlight often slants across the sky, enveloping the entire region in a warm, dry, and spiritual aura. The heat flows slowly through the mountains and rivers, the wings of spirit birds occasionally pierce the sky, and faint fire spirits are hidden among the grass, trees, and rocks. Frost and fire stones gleam with a mixture of cold and warm light among the rocks, desert wind herbs sway gently in the breeze, and ice and fire marrow peeks out from the molten lava flows—truly a sacred land of fire virtue, brimming with spiritual energy. Here, two completely different energies of heaven and earth collide and merge, forming the unique and wondrous scenery west of the North Sea.

Jieyu Land is the ancestral home of the Luanque Immortal Clan. Its core is Mount Taishi within a grotto-heaven, where the Lord of Tongxinli resides, his might dominating the North Sea. This place possesses all five elements of fire and nurtures rare solar spiritual creatures. Most of the world's orthodox feathered birds and spirit sparrows originate from here. The energy within and outside the grotto-heaven is stable, and for tens of thousands of years, it has been almost undisturbed by the chaos of the outside world, always maintaining the solemnity and tranquility of an ancient immortal realm.

At the border between Beihai and Jieyu Land stands Qiyan City. Cultivators come and go in an endless stream, but because the desert winds howl year-round, they clash with the fire-elemental spiritual energy scattered from Jieyu Land, making it impossible to nourish mortal beings, unlike Cangzhou, which can accommodate ordinary people to live in peace.

This city was built and inhabited by cultivators, and located at the confluence of ice and fire, it abounds in rare spiritual treasures such as Frostfire Stones, Desert Wind Spirit Herbs, and Icefire Marrow, attracting cultivators from all directions. Furthermore, its proximity to the Feather-Dissolving Land means that many of the city's cultivators possess avian bloodlines, gradually leading to the establishment of numerous sects, among which the Binghong Buzao Sect is the most prominent. Its sect leader, True Person Binghong, possesses an extraordinary background, with deep ties to the Feather Clan under Buzao Tian and Tongxin Li, making him the master of this city and several spiritual realms within a thousand miles.

Wangyue Lake

Lu Jiangxian plunged into boundless chaos, his vision filled with only deep darkness. Suddenly, a blazing white light pierced the darkness, standing motionless like the sun hanging in the sky, neither extinguished nor dissipated. Golden runes unfurled in the air, like stars adorning the void. In his dazed state, he felt his very soul drawn to this radiance, completely captivated. It was an attraction originating from the very source, as if he inherently belonged to this light, to this wondrous world.

As the runes gradually densed, just as they reached the critical point, a sound like shattering glass rang out, and the world suddenly shone with great light.

Lu Jiangxian felt as if he were falling from a meteor, with a faint point of light following him. He rapidly descended towards Wangyue Lake, while the golden light sank towards the distant north. In that fleeting glimpse, he felt a strange jolt, vaguely sensing a mysterious connection between himself and the light, like a yin-yang interplay, a contrast between the visible and the invisible. But before he could ponder this further, an invisible force suddenly pulled him in, carrying him straight into the tranquil, crescent-shaped lake.

In the dead of night in Jiangcheng, Lou Linxian had just turned off his computer screen. After three consecutive days of working overtime to finish a project, he felt dizzy and unsteady as he walked out of the office building. Just as he crossed the zebra crossing, a piercing horn blared and a violent impact struck him, plunging his consciousness into endless darkness. At that moment, he had only one thought—his life was about to end in such a pathetic way.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt like he was falling wildly, and then he felt like he hit something, but there was no pain or the smell of disinfectant from the hospital. There was only a warm feeling of being enveloped, and his whole body was weak and powerless. He could only vaguely hear faint sounds from the outside world.

He was suddenly jolted.

Wasn't I hit by a car? Where...am I?

Lou Linxian felt as if his whole body was heavy, as if he were sinking into cotton wool. His limbs and bones were not under his control. Only his eyes, which he managed to open with all his might, were able to slowly open a crack.

My vision blurred, then gradually cleared.

Before him sat a simple yet warm stone house, the air thick with the faint scent of herbs and snow. A young man sat before him, tall and handsome, his brows bearing the steadfastness of someone weathered by life's trials. A faint, old scar etched on his forehead added a touch of resilience rather than ferocity. His skin was a light tan, the result of years of travel; his nose was straight, his lips well-defined, and his eyes, warm and gentle like ancient jade, held a lingering brilliance—the unique radiance of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a spirit refined through the condensation of immortal foundations.

He was Lou Linxian's father in this life, and at this moment he was looking down at his son in swaddling clothes, his eyes so tender they could melt water.

Lou Linxian stared blankly, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

The man seemed to sense something; his previously gentle gaze suddenly sharpened. He reached out a slightly trembling hand and gently touched Lou Linxian's brow, his voice trembling with excitement:

"My son, you...you were born with a divinely inspired mind!"

"He could open his eyes and see people right after birth, his soul was stable, and his spiritual apertures were naturally opened... Such talent far surpasses what I possessed back then!"

The man then looked at the gentle woman beside him: "Yu'er, I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and I am of mixed blood with you, a member of the Feather Clan, yet we have actually given birth to a child with such extraordinary gifts."

"Shh... keep your voice down, don't startle the child." The woman's voice was gentle, with the tenderness of a new mother. "My cultivation is low, I only have a body of mixed qi, I can't give him a good foundation, from now on I'll rely entirely on you."

"It's alright," the man said softly. "Although I've only reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment in this life, I've fought for the Binghong Sect for many years and have some connections within the sect. When the child is older, I will send him into the sect and find him a good master. This child was born with a trace of pale golden spiritual energy, and he will surely awaken the true blood of the Feather Clan in the future. I have already given him a name—Xu Fu. Containing light and hidden brilliance, trustworthy and reliable, his future path will surely be safe."

Fu Fu...

A sense of familiarity welled up in his heart. He pondered for a long time, until he gradually felt tired due to his young body and spirit, and then he finally remembered.

This name belongs to the Sun Sword Immortal in the novel "Xuanjian Immortal Clan" that he stayed up all night reading, who appeared out of nowhere in the later stages and became a powerful figure in the North Sea and Jieyu Land!

He didn't travel to a parallel world, but directly into the book, and even became the infant Fu!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and shock overwhelmed him instantly.

One second he was a corporate slave, the next he became the future North Sea Sword Immortal of the Xuanjian world.

He quickly calmed down.

This is not the modern world, not Earth, but a true world of cultivation. The cultivation environment in the Xuanjian world is harsh. Clans fight each other for resources, as do sects and the human and demon races. Even darker, many sects operate with demonic practices, some even being demonic from the beginning. Their mortals and disciples are treated as resources for cultivation and longevity, readily discarded; "blood and qi" and "meat and rice" run rampant. The cultivation environment and atmosphere in the North Sea, where I am, are probably even worse than in the Central Plains. And according to the book, even those who have reached the Purple Mansion stage are not happy; they are merely pawns in the hands of True Lords.

Even if I were to transmigrate into the body of Yu Fu, and become a sword immortal who would sweep across the North Sea with the sword intent of the sun, I would probably still just be a pawn in the hands of the adults.

Having figured this out, he felt no excitement, only a cold, clear-headedness.

The time travel is a done deal; complaining and blaming others is pointless.

In his past life, he was mediocre and overwhelmed by life, living like an ant. Now that he has taken over the body of the deceased and received such a preordained opportunity, he must not live a miserable life again.

He wanted the world to witness the magnificence of the only Sun Sword Immortal in the book.

Lu Jiangxian... you fell into the mirror of Wangyue Lake in the south and became a spirit. And I, Lou Linxian, will henceforth be known as Lu Fu.

The infant's eyes are closed, seemingly fast asleep, but deep within its soul, a faint golden light has already ignited.

Deep within the cave, just as that ray of golden light fell, a wisp of divine consciousness belonging to the Master of Tongxinli was awakened from its slumber.

The body of this divine being is immeasurably vast, its feathers like crimson clouds and flowing gold; a sweep of its tail feathers could crush glaciers, and its outstretched wings could block out the light of the North Sea. The throne beneath it is formed from the innate true fire of the phoenix tree, its roots connected to the earth's core fire, its branches to the golden radiance of the sun beyond the heavens, burning eternally for ten thousand years.

Having attained this level of attainment, ordinary Purple Mansions are like fireflies before the bright moon, utterly unworthy of even a glimpse of its true form. This Lord of the Blazing Fire has reigned over the Land of Extricable Feathers for countless years, wielding the power of fire's transformation, reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage, where further advancement is impossible. Hundreds of years ago, in an attempt to reach the next level, he used the branches of the Heart-Binding Pagoda to catch the golden rays of the sun, seeking the remaining position of [Heavenly Vision] once held by a wandering immortal. Though unsuccessful, it brought him closer to the sun.

Over the long years, he had long been accustomed to silence, to overlooking the winds and clouds over Beihai, and to the fact that all movements were under his divine will.

Just now, he suddenly had a feeling while in meditation.

A certain solar position experienced a long-lost anomaly—a wisp of nearly lost solar essence fell from nothingness into the world, triggering a solar position in an unknowable place.

This is the pure, bright, and radiant true meaning of the sun, like the rising sun.

Such a powerful and clear disturbance, in this day and age when the Sun Dao lineage is almost lost, not only could it not be hidden from him, but even Lady Beiyao, who resides in the Beiming Palace, noticed it almost instantly, her divine sense traversing the North Sea, gazing towards the direction of Qiyan City.

That Lady Beiyao herself occupies one-third of the Lesser Yang position, and her sensitivity to the Three Yang Qi is no less than his.

With a slight flick of his fingertips, the master of Tongxinli deduced part of the secrets of heaven in just a few breaths.

Without making a sound, a wisp of his divine thought silently broke through the boundary and gently touched the Lesser Yang energy in the north, which was also quietly watching this place.

The next moment, the two auras attacked simultaneously.

A wisp of Lesser Yang energy and a wisp of True Fire essence quietly intertwined in the heavens, gently concealing the unusual movement of the sun.

Having done all this, the master of Tongxinli closed his eyes again, as if he had never woken up. Only within the cave, the golden sunlight shone even brighter.