Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

After resting for several days in Wanbin Tower and refining the spiritual objects consumed at the reception banquet, Zhang Yuanjing, accompanied by Xiao Yousong himself, headed to Xuewang Mountain, dozens of miles away.

Originally, Zhang Yuanjing only needed Xiao Yousong to send a few Foundation Establishment cultivators to assist him, but Xiao Yousong stubbornly refused and insisted on coming along in person.

He kept repeating the same sentence: "Last time, Fellow Daoist Wang disappeared just like this. This time, Xiao must follow along, and must follow the entire way, and must not let anything happen to Fellow Daoist Zhang. Otherwise, my Ten Thousand Dharma Sect will not be able to explain to the Upper Sect. This Xiao can only commit suicide to apologize!"

With the words spoken to this point, how could Zhang Yuanjing refuse? He had no choice but to agree to Xiao Yousong accompanying him to Xuewang Mountain. Fortunately, he had no intention of going deep into Xuewang Mountain, only planning to wander around the periphery to confirm whether Wang Yuanxi was still in the mountain using the Truth-Seeking Disc.

Xiao Yousong didn't call for many people, only letting two Foundation Establishment stewards and five Qi Refining disciples follow.

One of these two Foundation Establishment cultivators was named Cheng Shuangfeng, a lean and sturdy man around thirty years old, full of vigor and vitality, seemingly following the path of body refinement. His cultivation was the same as the Sect Leader Xiao Yousong, also at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The other was called Zhen Yongyi, an old man with white hair and a white beard, but with smooth and rosy facial skin, possessing a somewhat immortal and venerable demeanor, with a cultivation at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. The five Qi Refining disciples were all Xiao Yousong's disciples, with cultivation levels all above the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

Most of Xuewang Mountain was shrouded in dense clouds and mist, making it impossible to see its true appearance. However, judging from the surrounding mountains alone, the mountain's majestic, steep, and unique beauty was no less than that of Tianque Mountain.

Descending from Yuhuang Mountain and flying over dozens of small hills, they entered the eastern part of Xuewang Mountain. Looking around, it was all rugged mountains, sheer cliffs, covered with dense forests, or with thousands of rocks competing in beauty, or with ten thousand waterfalls singing in harmony, occasionally hearing the roars of妖兽. Occasionally, there were valleys, but they were also shaded by ancient trees and covered with tall grass, making it difficult to find a path to walk.

Xiao Yousong and the others were familiar with the road, climbing and drilling through the mountain cliffs, quickly crossing dangerous mountains and wading through treacherous waters, gradually penetrating deep into Xuewang Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, look, that is the Soul-Bewitching Mist! Once you enter it, it's hard to say for Core Formation cultivators, but Foundation Establishment cultivators will immediately go crazy, like puppets being manipulated, running wildly into the mountains!"

"This mist, if you look closely, is different from ordinary mist. It is thicker, and its aura is very strange, unlike something that naturally arises from heaven and earth. You have not yet reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment and have not cultivated Divine Sense, so it is not easy to distinguish. With Divine Sense, a simple touch will reveal the danger of this mist!"

This was in a valley a thousand miles away from the edge of Xuewang Mountain. Xiao Yousong pointed to a large cloud of gray mist slowly spreading towards them, his expression solemn.

This valley was also the last place Wang Yuanxi stayed before his disappearance two years ago.

Zhang Yuanjing stood beside him, straining his eyes to see if there was anything mysterious about the mist. However, both Xiao Yousong and the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Cheng and Zhen, showed fear.

"This mist doesn't seem to be everywhere. Is there any pattern to its distribution and movement?" Zhang Yuanjing asked a question that seemed useful but was actually shallow.

Xiao Yousong immediately shook his head: "My Ten Thousand Dharma Sect has been established next to Xuewang Mountain for thousands of years, always relying on this mountain to search for resources. No less than hundreds of thousands of cultivators have entered the mountain, but no one has yet discovered any pattern to the Soul-Bewitching Mist."

"According to the records of our predecessors, the mist in the central two thousand mile area of Xuewang Mountain is very thick, and even Core Formation cultivators cannot resist it. Entering it is certain death. We generally call this area the Dead Mist Zone."

"From two thousand miles outwards to four thousand miles, the gray mist is sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and it moves. Some areas will briefly have no mist, or some areas will have relatively thin mist, allowing Foundation Establishment cultivators to walk through it. So, we generally call it the Living Mist Zone."

"However, this mist has a characteristic: when viewed from above, it is all white, and you can't tell its thickness. Only when you are close enough and observe from a horizontal perspective can you distinguish it."

"Some of our sect's cultivators who are bold enough will take the opportunity to break into areas where the mist is thin to search for spiritual objects or hunt rare妖兽. They rely on experience and gamble a bit on luck. Some succeed, but not many. The rate of disappearance is very high. Often, it's good if three or four out of ten can return!"

Cheng Shuangfeng, as thin as a bamboo pole, added, "The ground beneath Xuewang Mountain is where several spiritual veins converge. Although the level of the spiritual cave has not reached the level of a large spiritual cave, it is not far off, much stronger than an average medium-sized spiritual cave. Therefore, there are many natural spiritual objects in the mountain."

"In addition to our sect's cultivators, cultivators or rogue cultivators from some small sects around will also enter the mountain to try their luck. We don't stop them, letting them go in, but out of ten, it's unlikely that even one will return."

Zhang Yuanjing silently nodded, knowing that Xiao Yousong and the others would not deceive him on such matters. So, he took out the Truth-Seeking Disc, took out Wang Yuanxi's pendant, and placed it in the center of the Truth-Seeking Disc.

The Truth-Seeking Disc is a special spiritual artifact for finding people through objects. It is shaped like a disc, with a concave groove in the center for placing personal items such as clothing and jewelry of the missing person. Around it are刻度, as many as thirty-six. Each刻度 not only indicates direction but also shows the approximate distance, of course, only effective within ten thousand miles. Beyond ten thousand miles, there will be no response.

In addition, if the missing person is in a special location, then even within a range of ten thousand miles, there will be no effect, or the effect will not be accurate.

Xiao Yousong, Cheng Shuangfeng, and Zhen Yongyi exchanged glances when they saw Zhang Yuanjing about to cast a spell. Cheng Shuangfeng winked, and Xiao Yousong helplessly shook his head, making a gesture of protection. The three did not speak, tacitly taking a few steps, forming a protective formation, vigilantly staring at the surroundings. Monster beasts were frequently active in Xuewang Mountain, especially some妖兽 affected by the Soul-Bewitching Mist, often going mad for no reason and attacking any nearby living things.

Zhang Yuanjing activated the Thick Earth Qi Circulation Art, mobilizing the mana in his dantian, and slowly inputting it into the small formation at the bottom of the Truth-Seeking Disc. After about a quarter of an hour, the formation was activated, and a blue light flashed on the surface of the disc, constantly rotating around the central groove.

He stared carefully at this ray of light, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: If the 指针盘 indicates the location of Junior Brother Yuanxi is in the so-called "Living Mist Zone" in the mountain, should I go in to find him, or not?

Although he had a good relationship with Junior Brother Yuanxi, this matter was clearly beyond his ability. Forcibly闯入ing would only be courting death. To really investigate, he could only rely on the power of the Ten Thousand Dharma Sect.

In an instant, he suddenly realized: Xiao Yousong's talk about the sect's disciples entering this area, with five out of ten not returning, and Cheng Shuangfeng's talk about the nearby cultivators entering it, with one out of ten not returning, were actually reminding him not to use the 指真盘! Because, if the search results showed that Wang Yuanxi was really in that risky area, they would also be in trouble!

Zhang Yuanjing suddenly felt his face burning, feeling quite ashamed of his belated realization.

"Ding!" The 指真盘 suddenly emitted a sharp sound.

Zhang Yuanjing shuddered, blinked, and carefully looked at the position where the blue light stopped.

Xiao Yousong and the other three Foundation Establishment cultivators also turned around instantly, all looking at the 指真盘 in Zhang Yuanjing's hand.

Zhang Yuanjing raised his head somewhat blankly, and said at a loss: "It's in front, about one thousand five hundred miles away. The direction is slightly偏 to the east by about two points."

Xiao Yousong's pair of dark eyes rolled around a few times, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly laughed dryly twice, and said: "Going two thousand five hundred miles deep into Xuewang Mountain, this has far exceeded the limit that Foundation Establishment cultivators can go to. In Xiao's impression, I'm afraid that even ordinary Core Formation cultivators may not be able to reach that place. Fellow Daoist Zhang, how about this, allow Xiao to go back and report to my sect's Great Elder, and then decide on the next course of action?"

Zhang Yuanjing had no other ideas and immediately nodded: "Then I will have to trouble Sect Leader Xiao!"

The gray mist in the valley seemed to be attracted by something and had been slowly approaching the group. At this time, for some unknown reason, it suddenly accelerated and spread towards where they were standing.

A Qi Refining disciple shouted in panic: "Master, the gray mist, the gray mist, it's coming on its own!"

Xiao Yousong frowned and was about to scold this person for making a fuss. Zhen Yongyi on the side had already said in a deep voice: "Sect Leader, Fellow Daoist Zhang, retreat quickly! This gray mist is a bit strange!"

"Go!" Xiao Yousong did not hesitate, immediately shouted in a low voice, grabbed Zhang Yuanjing's left arm with one hand, mana surged, and he flew away towards the rear with the wind beneath his feet.

Just as the nine of them遁 out a hundred zhang, a monster beast with mottled spots, a two-headed long neck, and four slender legs suddenly rushed out of the gray mist, chasing after them silently. Its four hooves flew like the wind, bringing a whistling sound, quickly approaching the group within a range of fifty zhang.

"Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast! Old Zhen, Shuangfeng, take Xiaowu and the others!" Xiao Yousong scanned behind him with his divine sense, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted in some panic.

Zhang Yuanjing gently broke free from Xiao Yousong's hand, summoned his flying sword, and said urgently: "Sect Leader Xiao doesn't need to worry about me, quickly go help the younger generation!"

Xiao Yousong nodded, took out three small black axes from the storage bag at his waist, and threw them at the monster beast. At the same time, he had already stepped on his flying sword, grabbed the two Qi Refining disciples behind him, and rushed towards the outside of the mountain close to the ground.

The Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast dodged the three small axes, and its speed slightly decreased. The group took the opportunity to accelerate, widening the distance to more than ninety zhang, slightly away from the danger.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't fly high, there are many flying妖兽 in Xuewang Mountain!" Cheng Shuangfeng, carrying a Qi Refining disciple, saw Zhang Yuanjing raising his sword into the air and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanjing's old face turned red, and he suddenly remembered this "dangerous place rule", and quickly lowered his altitude, learning from Xiao Yousong and the others, and遁ing close to the ground.

This place was still in Xuewang Mountain. Rashly flying into the air, if it attracted a group of flying birds, unless everyone could drill into the ground like Zhang Yuanjing, there would be casualties.

The Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast was extremely fast, chasing closely. The group was only focused on escaping, unable to accurately choose a route, and along the way, they attracted several启灵期妖兽.

However, after discovering the Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast chasing from behind, these妖兽 were all frightened and fled to both sides, not daring to chase the human cultivators who had闯入ed their territory.

After running for more than two hundred miles, the Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast finally stopped, stood in place for two breaths, turned its head, and ran back towards the gray mist behind it.

Zhang Yuanjing glanced back and found that the gray mist had unknowingly followed them to a place more than ten miles behind them. He asked in surprise: "Sect Leader Xiao, will the gray mist also spread to the thousand-mile area on the edge of Xuewang Mountain?"

At this time, Xiao, Cheng, and Zhen had stopped, looking at the fleeing Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast and the receding gray mist with suspicion. None of the three answered Zhang Yuanjing's question.

"According to rumors, the冲 of powerful monster beasts may cause the gray mist to spread quickly together. However, it will only shrink back automatically after at most a dozen miles!" After a long silence, the white-haired Zhen Yongyi said in a muffled voice.

"Old Zhen, that must be a妖丹期妖兽. This Two-Headed Snake-Necked Beast is only 仮丹境." The sturdy Cheng Shuangfeng licked his somewhat dry lips, his face full of doubt.

Zhen Yongyi frowned and said: "Well, this matter is too strange! I've been dealing with this Xuewang Mountain for almost two hundred years, and it's the first time I've seen this."

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuanjing strangely, then shook his head.

Xiao Yousong scratched the stubble on his face, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence: "Let's go back to the mountain gate first!"