Mortal: From a Chaotic Star Sea to a True Immortal

Benefiting from the island's abundant spiritual energy, Wei Fang began his arduous cultivation.

Although dual spiritual roots cannot compare to celestial spiritual roots, celestial spiritual roots are a domineering physique that has no bottlenecks on the path of Foundation Establishment and Core Formation, and are destined to form a Core.

In terms of the speed of absorbing spiritual energy and the purity of condensing spiritual energy, the two are not far apart.

Even the legendary Heaven-Mending Pill could no longer cleanse the spiritual roots of cultivators with dual spiritual roots.

In the cultivation world, many unique spiritual roots are transformed from dual spiritual roots, as well as high-quality triple spiritual roots.

Spring has passed and autumn has come, and three years have gone by.

That day, after circulating his cultivation technique through twelve major cycles, Wei Fang stopped and lay down on the bed to meditate.

"His cultivation has reached the peak of the twelfth level of Qi Refining, but he is still unable to break through to the thirteenth level. It seems that he has reached a bottleneck in his cultivation. This is the first time I have encountered this legendary bottleneck, and it is indeed extremely troublesome."

Thinking back to how the old demon in the original work relied on his strength to fly through bricks and guinea pills like they were free whenever he hit a bottleneck, I didn't feel anything while reading it, but after experiencing it firsthand, I couldn't help but feel envious of plasmolysis.

"Developing drug resistance from elixirs, that's the life of an immortal."

Wei Fang reached out and touched it, and a green light flew out of the storage bag and landed on the table, revealing a small emerald green bottle.

Staring blankly at the small bottle for a long time, Wei Fang clenched his fist and muttered, "Well, the many contributions I've made over the past three years, plus the two Foundation Establishment Pills bestowed by the sect, should be enough for me. I might as well try to establish my foundation."

"If two are not enough, we can either wait two more years to accumulate enough resources, or we can try hunting monsters to exchange for resources."

The materials for low-level pills in the Outer Sea are far more plentiful than those in the impoverished Tiannan Yue Kingdom, because most of them use demon cores.

Foundation Building Pills are generally priced at 500 spirit stones each in the Chaotic Star Sea. Sometimes the price may fluctuate, but it will never exceed 600 spirit stones.

In the vicinity of Yue Kingdom, you would need at least 3000 spirit stones to buy a Foundation Establishment Pill, and you might not even be able to find one.

Having made up his mind, Wei Fang did not delay. The next day, he set up the array flags and also placed a sign that read "In Seclusion" at the entrance of the cave.

The array flags are issued to disciples six months after they join the sect. They only serve as basic warnings, concealing their presence and conveying messages, offering virtually no protective capabilities.

However, in order not to be disturbed by his fellow disciples, Wei Fang had no choice but to follow Cao Gui's lead.

He swallowed two Foundation Establishment Pills in one gulp, and feeling the rapidly spreading medicinal power within his body, Wei Fang kept his mind focused and prepared to begin refining them.

In no time, veins bulged on Wei Fang's forehead, sweat poured down his face, and his body began to tremble.

"Ouch... Holy crap... What's that?! It hurts so much!"

Screams echoed through the cave, and a humanoid creature could be vaguely seen rolling on the ground.

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Time flies when you're cultivating, and two months passed day by day.

The weather was fine and sunny on the island that day.

Halfway up Qingyun Peak.

As the mist billowed, Wei Fang, who had been in seclusion for a long time, emerged from his cave.

Looking at the rising red sun in the distance, I felt the spiritual energy surging within my body.

Compared to the twelve levels of Qi cultivation, both the quality and quantity have increased by more than four or five times.

For the first time, Wei Fang felt that the torment he endured for a day and two nights in the cave was not a loss.

"After eight years of cultivation, I have finally achieved Foundation Establishment. Hehe, this immortal cultivation is something you have to do; you can't stop for even a moment."

After sighing for a while, Wei Fang took advantage of the early hour and flew towards the main hall inside the gate on his sword.

Before long, Wei landed in the square outside the main hall.

Looking around, the square seemed quite empty with only seven or eight people scattered about.

There were two or three people huddled together exchanging ideas, and some were holding a book, reading aloud while gesturing with their fingers.

I looked around once but didn't find any familiar fellow disciples.

"Wow! It's been over a year since I last saw Junior Brother Wei, and he has already successfully established his foundation. Congratulations!"

A voice came from behind.

Wei Fang turned around and saw a beam of blue light descending from the sky; it was none other than Senior Brother Zhao, who had once guided him into the sect.

Wei Fang stepped forward, bowed, and replied, "Senior Brother, you successfully established your foundation two years ago. I was still in seclusion and didn't have time to congratulate you. I was extremely rude."

Zhao Mingchang, still with his usual lazy demeanor, said, "We cultivators all prioritize cultivation. Junior Brother, you've gone from the eighth level of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment in just three years, which shows you've put in a lot of hard work. You've certainly lived up to your spiritual talent. I'm only happy to see this, and I certainly wouldn't blame you."

After saying that, he pointed to the crowd in the distance and said, "Among all living beings, apart from a few like us who are born with outstanding talents, most of them are inferior talents with mixed spiritual roots."

"They are the ones who know best how difficult cultivation is. Some of them never see any hope even after a lifetime of cultivation. My father was a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator who never broke through to the ninth level of Qi Refining before he died."

Zhao Mingchang said somewhat dejectedly, "My father was already old when I was born. Ever since I was old enough to understand, I often heard him nagging me, teaching me to have reverence for all things and not to waste this gift I have. I was also looking forward to seeing the scenery ahead for him."

"I have never forgotten his words. I will never forget the feeling of having the opportunity to pursue immortality but being able to quietly wait for life to end. Junior brother, you still need to work hard."

Wei Fang was also moved by what Senior Brother Zhao said.

He subconsciously said, "Yes, junior brother, my Foundation Establishment this time was really a fluke. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and swallow pills to try Foundation Establishment when I saw no hope of breaking through to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. I didn't even think about what the consequences would be if I failed. It would take at least two or three years of hard work to break through the bottleneck of the thirteenth level."

Senior Brother Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You've successfully broken through, haven't you? Junior Brother, you're here to register with the sect leader, right? It just so happens that I just finished my sect mission on Xingsha Island and am heading there to hand it over. How about we go together?"

"Junior brother, that's exactly what I was thinking. It seems like only yesterday that you, senior brother, led me into this sect. After this matter is settled, why don't we have a small gathering? Junior brother still has many questions about cultivation that I hope you can answer."

"Of course, of course."

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The two chatted and laughed as they entered the main hall.

The sect leader is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator named Zhang Luyan.

The man had a slightly long face but was not thin, and had a few short wisps of beard, giving him the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"Oh? Junior Brother Zhao is back. It seems the mission is complete. And who is this junior brother?"

Senior Brother Zhao chuckled a few times and introduced, "Senior Brother, you forget so quickly! This is Junior Brother Wei Fang, whom I mentored when he first entered the sect. He successfully established his foundation two months ago. He's here today to collect the benefits for Foundation Establishment cultivators. Senior Brother, you can't embezzle any!"

Headmaster Zhang, enraged, puffed out his beard and glared at him. "You scoundrel! Stop spouting nonsense! Would I, as the headmaster, embezzle the resources of my fellow disciples? Be careful, or I might steal your Qi-cultivation pills this time. Take them and hurry up and go into seclusion to cultivate diligently!"

The two chatted and laughed. After Zhao Shixiong shook the pill bottle in his hand and put it into his bag, he bowed to the two of them and slowly left the hall.

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