Mortal: From a Chaotic Star Sea to a True Immortal

Wei Fang closed his eyes and began to circulate his internal energy.

The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth here then slowly formed a vortex of spiritual energy several tens of feet long, resembling a funnel.

It was later expanded to a radius of 100 zhang before gradually becoming stable.

Such immense power alarmed both the Fat Sun Bird and the Crimson Fire Dragon.

Silver Moon had no choice but to flee a hundred miles away and find another small island to cultivate with these spirit pets.

Wei Fang was engulfing everything in it, seemingly unaffected by anything outside of it.

As his cultivation progressed, the island, which had been silent for tens of thousands of years, began to quiet down again.

There were occasional bird calls or inexplicable screeching sounds, but they were fleeting.

Without the aid of ancient elixirs, cultivation is not always smooth sailing.

Both the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art and the Golden Sun Technique are renowned martial arts techniques.

The number of bottlenecks is alarming.

If this were outside the realm of existence, Wei Fang would have to spend one or two hundred years of arduous cultivation to see any results.

Now, thanks to the pure spiritual energy of this place...

No matter what the bottleneck is, it will be broken through by force.

There's absolutely no need to worry about not having enough spiritual energy.

More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wei Fang had already ended his seclusion and was standing at the boundary between spiritual energy and demonic energy, staring blankly at the dark, boundless demonic energy.

His cultivation level had already reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The reason they're still staying here is simply to search for the demonic marrow drill within the demonic energy.

Those are top-grade materials for refining treasures, so Wei Fang naturally wouldn't miss them.

"Clang, clang, thud!"

Yinyue led Wei Fang to a place and pointed to the demonic energy below, saying...

"Brother Wei, please take a look!"

"After more than twenty years of tireless effort, working day and night to activate that exorcising divine thunder, the demonic energy here is now far less potent than before!"

"Although the appearance may not change much, it's just a facade. Neutralizing the demonic energy in other areas won't be something that can be done in a short time."

Wei Fang brought Yin Yue closer and reached out through the barrier.

An extremely dense demonic aura surged toward his palm, eager to corrupt it.

Wei Fang clenched his fist, and wisps of electricity crackled as he expelled the demonic energy.

"Is this already diluted demonic energy? It still has such power. This shows how intense the demonic energy being suppressed below is."

Shaking his head, Wei Fang said to Yin Yue, "Alright, although I dare not risk entering it to cultivate the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art, it's fine to use it to amplify magical treasures."

As he spoke, Wei Fang took out the Emperor's Banner.

This banner has already been refined with other materials by the Wei family.

It is no longer as black as ink; instead, it has become radiant with purple hues.

As long as this treasure isn't activated in front of the Yinluo Sect members, they probably won't recognize it anymore.

Wei Fang said "Go".

He then threw the banner into the abyss below.

The palm-sized banner grew longer in the wind upon arrival, instantly transforming into a giant banner several meters in size.

The surrounding demonic energy, as if smelling the scent of prey, surged into the banner in an overwhelming manner.

A short while later, the banner transformed back into a strange shape, half green and half purple, emanating a dark, murky aura.

The main soul within the banner also manifested, roaring fiercely.

Seeing that the banner was no longer absorbing demonic energy, Wei Fang immediately tried to take it back.

To everyone's surprise, the spirit's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and it began to resist, unwilling to return to the banner.

Wei Fang frowned and clenched his fist towards the spirit of the artifact.

Five visible golden threads appeared in Wei Fang's hand and connected to the spirit's hands and feet.

With a slight activation of the incantation, the spirit seemed to suffer immense pain, letting out a series of mournful cries.

It rolled around on the ground for a long time before finally returning to the banner.

Wei Fang used the spell for a moment, then snorted coldly and used it again.

There were no further abnormalities, and the Emperor's Banner obediently returned to Wei Fang's hands.

"Unorthodox techniques are ultimately not respectable."

After saying this, Wei Fang put away the Silver Moon and went to the location of the Demon Abyss.

Faced with the approaching demonic energy, Wei Fang released the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder to firmly envelop himself.

He didn't want to become some kind of mindless monster and be killed by someone else.

He released his divine sense to investigate carefully, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the year, whenever the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder was restored, Wei Fang would immediately go down to find the Demonic Marrow Drill.

In the original story, the old demon only picked up a few and that was it.

Wei Fang scoffed at this.

Becoming a Supreme Elder is no ordinary thing; such a precious, top-tier material can be discarded so easily.

Wei Fang has now collected more than a dozen pieces.

This product of a special environment either doesn't exist.

If there were, the quantity wouldn't be small.

If it weren't for other things holding him back, he would have definitely dug out hundreds of pieces of demonic marrow to drill out!

"The spiritual energy here is comparable to that of a high-grade mineral vein. I'm actually considering going into seclusion here to cultivate until I reach the Yuanhou realm."

As Wei Fang sensed the spiritual energy of this place, he couldn't help but sigh.

Silver Moon was dragged over by the Fat Sun Bird and flew over to Wei Fang.

Somewhat puzzled, he asked, "This place is a blessed land, so it's perfectly normal for Brother Wei to have this idea."

"But judging from Brother Wei's tone, are you perhaps planning to abandon this place and leave?"

Wei Fang nodded and said, "The amount of spiritual energy required from the mid-stage to the late-stage, and even the perfect late-stage, is too enormous."

"Although this place is rich in spiritual energy, it doesn't seem to have formed naturally. At least, we haven't found any top-tier spiritual veins that match it, have we?"

"These high-level spiritual veins are clearly formed later. They are far from being of sufficient importance."

"Perhaps in ten thousand years, a top-level spiritual vein will form here, at which time it will absorb spiritual energy from the outside world and form a self-circulating cycle beneath this deep sea."

"Or it may exist in a more hidden place, one that we cannot perceive."

"In short, it doesn't have that function yet, and it seems like it diminishes with each use. If I inhale too much, it probably won't be a good thing for this place."

He only remembered that this place was called Seven Spirits Island, which was manifested after the great formation was damaged.

Whether or not top-tier spiritual veins actually exist is indeed unclear.

After explaining, Wei Fang asked Yin Yue, "How long have I been in seclusion here?"

"We've been here for almost 30 years."

After hearing Silver Moon's reply

After some thought, Wei Fang realized that he had already obtained most of the opportunities available here.

Wei Fang had already packed up all the altar fragments that were suspected to be transformed into divine mud.

Without further hesitation, they prepared to break through the formation and leave this place.

Above the Black Wave Sea, a figure suddenly rose from the water into the sky.

After identifying the direction, Wei Fang transformed into a streak of light and headed towards Luoyun Sect.

"Brother Wei's supernatural powers have truly improved greatly over the past few decades, and this Zhiyang Bird must be about to take human form soon."

Silver Moon had been taking care of the two birds and the Crimson Fire Dragon for a long time, but she was still surprised by their rapidly increasing strength.

Wei Fang stroked the fat sun bird beneath him a few times and said to Yin Yue, "The spiritual energy is enough. We can ask Junior Brother Han for a few broken-level pills to help him out."

"However, I'm not so sure if they can successfully transform into human form."

Wei Fang naturally hoped that the Zhiyang Bird could transform into human form, which would be equivalent to having two clones that could act independently without needing his command.

However, thinking back to the two spirit eggs that were almost crystallized that day, Wei Fang always felt that things wouldn't be that easy.

Sometimes being too privileged isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Oh?"

Yinyue asked curiously, "Brother Wei, are you so confident that Junior Brother Han can escape? That's a spatial rift, you know."

"Even with Brother Wei's current cultivation level, escaping from here won't be so easy."

Wei Fang gestured for Yin Yue to come closer.

Then he flicked Silvermoon's forehead and watched as Silvermoon covered her head and whimpered twice.

He then said casually, "Kids shouldn't pry into adult matters. Be careful not to stunt your growth."

Frustrated, Yin Yue transformed into a spirit fox and secretly vowed to ignore Wei Fang for the rest of the journey.

……

High above the Falling Cloud Sect, a red streak of light flew from the horizon to a certain mountain peak.

Those drawn by the imposing presence looked up, only to find nothing.

"That's..." someone asked curiously.

"Hey, let me tell you something. Junior sister, you've only been a disciple for a few years. If I'm not mistaken, this is one of our two mysterious Supreme Elders."

The woman in white gave a skeptical "oh" to indicate her disbelief.

The man in blue grew anxious and quietly pulled the woman aside, pointing to a distant peak, saying, "Do you know that place? It's called Moon Gazing Peak!"

"Senior brother, I heard that our Patriarch Wei's Daoist temple is located there!"

"Over the years, a few of my junior fellow students and I have occasionally gone there."

"Oh? Please explain in detail, senior brother."

……

Scenes like this were common throughout the Luoyun Sect.

……

Wei Fang returned to Wangyue Peak not long ago.

Cheng and Lü, along with Han Li and his wife, came to visit.

Upon seeing this, Wei Fang naturally opened the mountain gate wide and welcomed everyone into the cave.

He doesn't have any little green bottle to hide, so let him look.

Anyway, all the valuables are on me.

"Huh!"

After taking a sip of tea, Lü Luo smacked his lips and exclaimed in surprise, "Junior Brother, your tea-making skills have improved! I feel my cultivation has even advanced a bit after drinking this spiritual tea. It truly is a rare and wonderful thing!"

After Lü Luo finished speaking, the others took a moment to appreciate the food. Then they all praised it.

Anything that can have an effect on a Nascent Soul cultivator must be something extraordinary.

Wei Fang shook his head and chuckled, "This time, Junior Brother gained something in that secret realm and happened to obtain this spiritual leaf from a ten-thousand-year-old tea tree."

"Since you all like it, let's divide it up. Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone."

As he spoke, Wei Fang divided a box of spiritual tea in his storage bag into five portions, keeping one for himself.

The rest were distributed to everyone present.

"This...this item is so valuable, how can I..."

Lu Luo was surprised that his junior brother had been so generous with his money after he had just asked him.

You should refuse immediately.

However, there's no reason for Wei Fang to take back what he's given away.

In the end, Lü Luo reluctantly accepted it.

It was at this moment that he exclaimed in surprise, "Junior brother! You... your cultivation level... you've actually reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage!"

Why did Lü Luo have to say that?

Two years ago, when Han Li returned to the sect, they discovered that in less than thirty years, Han Li had actually jumped from the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Such a young Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely rare in the entire Tiannan region.

They thought they could never find another like her in the world.

Unexpectedly, the classic scene repeated itself, and the second one appeared right in front of him.

Cheng Tiankun was startled by this sudden news and almost spilled his tea.

After apologizing twice, he drank the tea in one gulp.

He stood up and carefully examined Wei Fang.

After a long while, he finally let out a breath and said enviously, "Both of my junior brothers have talents that appear only once in a thousand years."

"My Luoyun Sect has two junior brothers who will soon become the leaders of the three sects of Yunmeng, hahaha."

"I thought I wouldn't live to see that day, but thanks to my two junior brothers, I can still hold on for another hundred years."

"Maybe I'll actually see that day one day, hahaha."

Seeing the old man's overjoyed expression warmed Wei Fang's heart.

To be honest, the two people from Luoyun Sect had good intentions towards me from the very beginning.

Even though his cultivation level has now surpassed theirs, their attitude towards him has not changed because of these external factors, nor have they become wary of him.

That's truly rare.

They exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

With the return of the two youngest Supreme Elders of the Falling Cloud Sect.

The Stream Kingdom became lively.

Even Wei Fang, a self-disciplined ascetic, was preoccupied with trivial matters for half a year.

The Three Sects Sword Trial Tournament, the Hundred Crafts Academy's viewing of the Qiankun Tower, the Falling Cloud Sect's recruitment of new disciples, and so on.

Although the Sword Trial Tournament is related to the Sacred Tree Essence, it doesn't mean that it has to be held only once every one or two hundred years.

It is also held occasionally to select outstanding junior disciples within the sect.

It's just a name change; the prizes aren't as generous anymore.

Wei Fang still called it the Sword Testing Tournament.

Wei Fang looked around and realized that, given his discerning eye, it would be difficult for disciples of mediocre talent to catch his eye.

Getting one or two satisfactory clients isn't an easy task.

After much thought, Wei Fang had a sudden inspiration one day.

Sun Huo was summoned to Wangyue Peak.

Accompanying him was a beautiful woman dressed in white.

The two arrived at Wei Fang's dojo for some unknown reason, and seemed rather reserved.

"Since you're here, please make yourself at home."

Wei Fang, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, brewed a pot of spiritual tea and then casually addressed the two.

"I...I respectfully inform my grandmaster that I will remain standing, I will remain standing. Hehe."

Sun Huo scratched the back of his head, somewhat hesitant to sit down.

The woman behind him became even more timid.

"You even dare to address my junior brother Han so casually, is there anything you wouldn't dare to do? I've heard him mention you many times. If he tells you to sit, then sit down."

"Do you expect me to treat you?"

Sun Huo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but Wei Fang's expression didn't seem too bad; it was more like a joke.

However, he dared not joke with a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he could only clasp his hands in greeting.

He carefully pulled the woman behind him to sit opposite Wei Fang.

The two accepted the spiritual tea from Wei Fang, remaining silent and expressionless.

In the end, it was Sun Huo, a male cultivator with a chivalrous spirit, who stepped forward.

He asked cautiously, "I wonder if my master summoned me here for some purpose? Um... I will do my utmost."

After speaking, one must bow.

Wei stopped them and gestured for the two to have some tea first.

Sun and Huo smelled the contents of their cups and felt a refreshing spiritual energy emanating from them.

The state of mind is somewhat loosened.

He knew that if a Nascent Soul cultivator had any ill intentions towards him, he could only accept it, whether it was good or bad.

Without hesitation, he drank the tea.

Seeing Sun Huo's actions, the woman in white closed her eyes and drank it down without hesitation.

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