Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The middle-aged Taoist sneered, raised his hand and pointed at the jade belt binding Zhang Yuanjing, and shouted, "Rise!"

A force arose from above, lifting Zhang Yuanjing up. However, Guo'er pulled with force, pulling Zhang Yuanjing back down.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes widened, a look of surprise flashed across his face. He shouted again, "Rise!"

Seeing this, Guo'er immediately grabbed with her left hand as well. With the power of suspension, Zhang Yuanjing only trembled, and his feet didn't even leave the ground.

The middle-aged Taoist couldn't believe it, changed the magic in his hand, and shouted sharply, his face flushed red.

However, to his shame and annoyance, Zhang Yuanjing was still held tightly by Guo'er, not rising into the air at all.

The scattered villagers gradually gathered again, pointing and whispering, "Hey, isn't this Taoist a fraud? He shouts loudly, but it's all for nothing."

A daring young man picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it at the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist was exasperated, waved his hand, and sent the stone back, hitting the young man's head directly, instantly shattering his skull, with brain matter splattering all over the ground.

"The evil Taoist is killing people, run!"

"Li's third son's head is broken, how tragic!"

"Hurry to the Mountain God Temple and ask the Mountain God to subdue this evil Taoist!"

Guo'er was startled by the headless corpse on the ground and the bloody scene, and unconsciously let go of her hands. At this moment, the jade belt exerted its strength, taking Zhang Yuanjing towards the mountain.

Guo'er cried loudly and hurriedly ran after him, but she couldn't catch up. Soon, Zhang Yuanjing disappeared from sight.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Guo'er a few times, hesitated for a moment, then sacrificed a flying sword and soared away.

Leaving aside the noise and chaos in the mountain village, Zhang Yuanjing was led by the jade belt and quickly landed in a valley.

This place was flanked by lush mountain walls on two sides, a narrow exit from the valley on one side, and a winding path on the other, with a pavilion faintly visible ahead.

Zhang Yuanjing was not flustered, just muddled, not understanding why the Taoist had abducted him here.

"What is your hexagram?"

A voice asked from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the Taoist.

When Zhang Yuanjing heard him ask about the hexagram, as if he wanted to take away his most cherished thing, he immediately shook his head.

"Not saying? Or don't you know?" The middle-aged Taoist asked coldly, his eyes full of teasing.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't speak, just kept shaking his head.

"Oh, so you don't know? Anyway, they don't remember. That's easy. It's hateful that Lin Tianxian, that old stubborn, is not even as good as Zhang Yuanjing, this junior. It's a waste of five hundred years of cultivation!"

The middle-aged Taoist frowned and complained a few words, then comforted himself, "If it's not seven, then it's not seven. Six is enough, at least better than expected! Sure enough, the disciples of the sect have stronger minds and more solid cultivation, able to withstand the test. This gamble was a good one!"

Zhang Yuanjing didn't understand what he was saying, just looked at him blankly, but no longer shook his head.

The middle-aged Taoist raised his hand, and the jade belt led Zhang Yuanjing towards the secluded path ahead.

Before long, the two passed through a clump of low trees and saw at the end of the canyon, on a small flat ground, a nine-story pavilion rising from the ground, almost flush with the cliff wall.

Outside the wooden door on the first floor of the pavilion, stood four people, three men and one woman, all bound by a jade belt like Zhang Yuanjing.

Their expressions were numb, their eyes dull, as if their souls were controlled.

"Alright, everyone's here. I have toiled for over a hundred years, trembling and worried every day, and finally the time has come to reap the rewards! Hahaha! Don't hold any grudges, it's all for the sect. Watch the Xuan Tian Sect soar to the sky in my hands. The Heavenly Devil Abyss and the Thousand Sword Sect will surely die without a burial place!"

The middle-aged Taoist must have been holding back too much. In front of this pavilion hidden in the deep valley, facing a few muddled and distraught people, he couldn't help but reveal some of his inner thoughts.

"Let's go. It depends on your luck. If anyone has great luck and chooses a good hexagram, they can not only save their lives, but also obtain great opportunities. Hehe!"

The middle-aged Taoist pushed his hand forward, and the five people, including Zhang Yuanjing, were pushed by a huge force, crashing into the pavilion.

In the hall on the first floor, there was only a high platform, on which were placed sixty-four paintings. The contents of the paintings were all different, some with thunder and fire intertwined, some with fire burning on the ground, some with water and fire clashing... all were celestial phenomena and landforms, mysterious and unpredictable.

Zhang Yuanjing immediately took a fancy to a painting. The painting depicted a scene of a landslide in a canyon forming a barrier lake, which was similar to the scene he had seen when he first arrived here, and also consistent with the hexagram he had always remembered in his mind, so he reached out and grabbed the painting.

At this moment, all the other paintings on the high platform disappeared, and a section of wooden ladder fell from the top of the room, resting on the high platform.

Zhang Yuanjing looked up and saw that a square hole had appeared in the originally seamless top of the room, and the wooden ladder was connected to it. He grabbed both sides of the wooden ladder and climbed up step by step, entering the second floor through the square hole.

"Wuwuwu——"

The wind howled, yellow sand filled the air, as if he were in an endless desert, where was he still in the pavilion!

Zhang Yuanjing walked aimlessly in the yellow sand, stepping deep and shallow, and soon his mouth was dry, his limbs were exhausted, and there were sand grains everywhere in his ears, nose, mouth, and body.

He thought, if only there was water. If there was no more water, he would die of thirst.

As soon as this thought arose, the painting in his hand fluttered like a colorful butterfly, and the barrier lake in the painting immediately flowed, and a pure stream of lake water poured on his head, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to swallow it.

After he washed and drank his fill, the painting stopped flowing water and fell back into his hands.

He continued to move forward, and whenever he was thirsty, he would move his mind, and the lake water in the painting would pour down, quenching his thirst and relieving the heat.

Five days later, he finally reached the end of the desert. This place was a cloud of mist. When he walked into it, he felt as if he were riding on clouds, not knowing where he was flying.

When he stepped on the ground again, he was standing on a stone pillar, surrounded by cliffs hundreds of feet high. Only a dozen feet away was another stone pillar. And at the same distance from this stone pillar, there was also a stone pillar.

This continued to extend forward, to a cliff more than a hundred feet away. There was a road on the cliff that went straight into the clouds.

The sides of these stone pillars were as smooth as mirrors, making it impossible to go down to the bottom.

He stood on the stone pillar, battered by the cold wind, his whole body cold, and his clothes were soon covered with ice.

He thought, if there was enough mud and stone to fill the space between the stone pillars, wouldn't he be able to cross over?

As soon as this thought arose, the painting flew up again, and countless mud and stones poured down from it, and soon filled the large space between the two stone pillars.

Zhang Yuanjing stepped on the still-soft soil and walked to another stone pillar. He thought again, and led the soil and stone in the painting to fill the space below. In this way, he quickly reached the cliff.

He climbed up the steep mountain road.

Entering the clouds, he walked along the stones for a while, and suddenly his eyes opened up, and a white jade pavilion hung alone above the clouds. The bottom was empty, but the pavilion was as stable as a mountain, without any sign of drifting.

He climbed onto the pavilion and looked around. Apart from the vast sea of clouds, there was nothing else.

At this time, he couldn't see the road, didn't know where to go, and had to stand here bored.

Half a day later, a Taoist broke through the clouds from below and rushed up, falling towards the pavilion like a big bird.

He laughed loudly, saying, "One more level, and it's the place of opportunity, fulfilling my lifelong wish!"

However, before he landed, he saw a six-foot figure standing in the pavilion, as if waiting for his arrival, and was immediately shocked: "How could you have reached this place!"