Above, the once clear, azure sky suddenly distorted, a gigantic vortex slowly opening, frantically swirling in the surrounding clouds with a muffled roar.
At the center of the vortex, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged—it was Fang Xian.
To better fit into this super-grade world, Fang Xian had long since begun growing his hair long, and before coming, he had specially changed into the attire of a cultivator.
He wore a moon-white robe, its hem fluttering in the wind, embroidered with silver threads outlining mysterious runes that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
His jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the jade hairpin holding it up radiating a warm glow.
Fang Xian stepped out of the vortex, his feet treading on the void, like a banished immortal descending to earth, emanating an aura that was both incongruous and perfectly attuned to this world.
Upon first arriving in this fantastical world, Fang Xian's eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder.
In the distance, rolling mountains were shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland. Atop the towering peaks, pavilions and towers were faintly visible, interspersed with shimmering lights, like cultivators flying on swords.
At the foot of the mountains, a crystal-clear spiritual stream meandered, its waters shimmering with iridescent light, and upon closer inspection, it was revealed to contain a rich spiritual energy.
Fang Xian took a deep breath, the refreshing spiritual essence in the air instantly invigorating him.
He used his movement technique, transforming into a streak of light, and flew towards the spiritual stream.
Landing by the stream, he crouched down and gently touched the water. His fingertips felt a warm, smooth sensation, imbued with traces of spiritual energy.
Following the stream, Fang Xian arrived at a bustling market for cultivators.
Stalls lined both sides of the street, selling all sorts of rare treasures, spiritual plants, and elixirs.
Cultivators, dressed in various attire, some hurried, others chatted leisurely.
Fang Xian wandered among them, his heart filled with curiosity as he looked at the dazzling array of goods.
A jade slip displayed on one stall emitted a mysterious light; it was said to contain profound cultivation techniques.
Not far away, a fiery red spiritual plant stood, flames dancing on its leaves; the stall owner enthusiastically explained its effects.
Leaving the market, Fang Xian gazed at the mist-shrouded immortal mountain, his heart filled with a desire to explore, and without hesitation, flew towards the summit.
Passing through layers of mist, a magnificent cultivation sect came into view. The sect's architecture was imposing, with flying eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.
Fang Xian landed before the sect, curiously surveying his surroundings, pondering the true strength of the cultivators here.
Following the winding mountain path, he passed numerous cultivation caves and training grounds, witnessing many cultivators diligently practicing.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he stealthily slipped into a library, perusing various cultivation manuals and records about the sect, studying its unique cultivation system and spells.
However, Fang Xian's curiosity only grew stronger. Hearing that the sect possessed a mysterious forbidden zone, inaccessible to ordinary people, only fueled his intense desire to explore.
Under the cover of night, he used his movement techniques to silently make his way towards the forbidden zone.
Along the way, he skillfully evaded patrolling disciples, successfully infiltrating the forbidden zone.
An eerie atmosphere permeated the forbidden area; the surroundings were eerily quiet, save for the whistling wind.
Fang Xian proceeded cautiously when suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from ahead.
He looked closely and saw it was an elder from the sect.
The elder, noticing the intruder, his eyes blazing, roared angrily:
"Who dares to trespass into our sect's forbidden area!"
Fang Xian, knowing he couldn't hide, decided to test the waters first, cupping his hands and saying:
"I am Fang Xian, new to this place, filled with curiosity about everything. In a moment of impulsiveness, I offended the elder; I hope you will forgive me."
The elder sneered: "Ignorant brat, trespassing into a forbidden area—this cannot be forgiven with a mere word! Today, I will let you taste the might of my Yangfeng Sect!"
With that, spiritual energy surged around the elder, and a longsword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand, its blade flashing with runes. He used the Seven Star Step, unleashing a fierce sword technique, striking at Fang Xian like a whirlwind.
Fang Xian dodged the elder's attack, simultaneously seizing the opening in the elder's movements, he struck out with both palms, condensing energy balls in his palms, and blasted them towards the elder.
The elder sensed the terrifying power contained within and hastily dodged, not daring to take the hit head-on.
After dodging the energy ball, he cried out in shock.
"This isn't spiritual power!"
Realizing this, the elder stared at Fang Xian in utter astonishment.
"You—come from the Great Thousand World?"
"Correct. Here's a ball as a reward."
Fang Xian smiled slyly, and the energy ball he had just unleashed instantly spun back at an even faster speed.
The elder, like most people in the fantasy world, thought that no one would dare invade a "Special Grade World" like the Great Thousand World, which was merely a "High-Level World."
Therefore, when the vortex of the interdimensional passage appeared in the fantasy world, they were unimpressed.
In that moment of hesitation, he missed the best time to dodge and was directly hit by the energy ball.
"Boom!"
The elder was instantly blasted into dust, utterly dead.
Fang Xian was somewhat puzzled; he had only used one-tenth of his power, yet he had instantly killed the elder.
However, he noticed a clue: a ball of light had shot out from the spot where the elder had died, soaring into the sky.
Fang Xian naturally wouldn't let it go. With a swift movement, he grabbed the ball, which flew uncontrollably into his hand.
He examined it curiously, preparing to investigate further, when the ball of light immediately emitted a pleading voice.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't kill me."
The voice was familiar; it was the elder's voice from before.
Fang Xian found this quite interesting and used the "Fire Illusion Technique" to directly probe its memories.
It turned out that this world possessed multiple realms:
Mortal Realm: Qi Refining Stage, Foundation Establishment Stage, Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Deity Transformation Stage.
Immortal Rank: Tribulation Transcending Stage, Mahayana Stage, True Immortal Stage, Golden Immortal Realm, Great Luo Golden Immortal.
God Rank: Quasi-Saint, Saint, Great Emperor.
The elder was in the Nascent Soul stage, and the ball of light that had just flown away was his primordial spirit.
The so-called primordial spirit is a special existence formed by cultivators through the highly condensed cultivation of their spiritual power and soul strength.
It is the core and evolved part of a cultivator's soul, purer and more powerful than an ordinary soul, possessing independent consciousness and form; it can be regarded as a cultivator's second life form.
The primordial spirit also has many functions: enhancing mental power, storing memories and experience, engaging in out-of-body combat and exploration, and reincarnation.
Simply put,
the primordial spirit is indestructible and immortal.
Furthermore, some unorthodox cultivators can refine and absorb the primordial spirit to elevate their own cultivation level.
However, the elder belongs to a reputable sect and doesn't know such methods.
Fang Xian secretly regretted it and directly crushed the elder's primordial spirit.
He turned and looked into the distance, deciding to meet the sect leader of the Yangfeng Sect.
He wanted to see the strength of a Nascent Soul stage expert.