Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Elder, how about I go in to scout ahead?" The ugly Core Formation cultivator spoke, seeing Wen Songnan staring silently at the black and white intertwined entrance before him.

"Don't be reckless!" Wen Songnan rebuked in a low voice, pointing at the opposing, interlocking black and white energies. "This should be formed by the collision of two spaces with different qualities when the Void Demon World connects with a 'Mustard Seed Space'. We still don't know what secrets lie within. Old Six, did you bring any living creatures?"

The white-haired Core Formation cultivator responded, "I brought some."

"Find one that's a bit stronger and throw it in," Wen Songnan instructed, pointing at the entrance.

"Yes."

"Old Six" placed his right hand on the storage bracelet on his left wrist, paused for a moment, and then a tiger with a length of over ten feet and glaring white forehead appeared before everyone.

It turned out to be an ordinary tiger demon in the late Spirit Awakening stage. This beast had probably been cooped up in the storage bracelet for a long time. Once it came out, it opened its mouth and let out a heaven-shaking roar.

But after it sensed the aura of everyone present, it was immediately frightened and tucked its tail between its legs. The roar that was halfway through was also abruptly cut off, as if someone had suddenly cut its throat.

"Old Six" laughed and cursed, "Beast!" upon seeing this. He raised his foot and kicked the fellow weighing tens of thousands of pounds, sending it flying straight into the cave.

Although the tiger demon's intelligence was low, it was suddenly shocked when it saw the strange entrance, and its fur stood on end. However, in less than a breath, it crashed into the cave and disappeared. The black and white energies at the entrance surged for a while, then returned to calm.

Wen Songnan's eyes narrowed, as if he had sensed some kind of danger. The four Core Formation cultivators, however, looked at each other, obviously not having noticed anything.

"Use another one, but slower," Wen Songnan said thoughtfully.

This time, "Old Six" took out a large white python, slightly weaker than the tiger demon, also with a late Spirit Awakening stage cultivation. When "Old Six" threw the white python to the entrance, it hesitated to move forward, but dared not retreat, and stopped there trembling.

"Old Six" scolded and flicked his finger, sending a ball of mana smashing onto the white python's watermelon-sized head. The white python couldn't bear the pain and slid forward a few steps, instinctively stopping just at the edge of the entrance.

However, because of its approach, the balance of the black and white energies in the cave seemed to be broken, and the entire space stirred. The white python was startled and quickly retreated.

But at this moment, the entrance seemed to generate a suction force, as if an invisible arm had grabbed the white python's head, forcibly dragging it into the cave. A muffled sound of "Boom" was heard, and the white python exploded, with countless pieces of flesh and blood splattering in all directions.

Exploding into pieces was commonplace for cultivators above the Core Formation stage. But its occurrence here and now made everyone feel a chill in their hearts. Especially the ugly cultivator who had taken the initiative to ask to explore the cave earlier, cold sweat broke out and his scalp tingled.

"Old Eight, take out some spiritual artifacts and try. Did you bring them?" Wen Songnan asked a middle-aged Core Formation cultivator.

The middle-aged Core Formation cultivator nodded repeatedly, "I just refined a few before coming out, so I can use them."

"Old Eight" lightly brushed his storage bracelet, and first a light golden flying sword flew out. The sword was covered with spiral patterns, pierced through the air, and went straight into the entrance. The black and white energies at the entrance were pierced with a hole, revealing bright light. Taking advantage of this light, everyone caught a glimpse of a bright space within.

"Eh!" "Old Eight" exclaimed in surprise, his hand seals changing continuously, but finally he shook his head, "I've lost contact, I can't retrieve it."

"Hmm, did you notice any problems with the flying sword itself?" Wen Songnan asked.

"Everything was fine before the connection was lost. After that, I don't know," "Old Eight" pondered for a moment before cautiously saying.

"When did the connection break? Can you determine the exact location?" Wen Songnan asked again.

"Hmm, the moment it pierced through," "Old Eight" said.

"Was it at the same time as the light appeared, or before, or after?" Wen Songnan asked very meticulously.

This time, "Old Eight" thought for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and finally shook his head, "I can't determine it."

"Then try again!" Wen Songnan said in a calm but forceful tone.

"Old Eight" responded with a "Yes" and sacrificed a Sky Collapse Hammer, throwing it into the cave. A "tearing" sound was heard, as if breaking through a layer of paper. A larger hole was revealed in the middle of the black and white energies, but this time no light was emitted. Inside was pitch black, and the Sky Collapse Hammer disappeared.

"Reporting to Elder, the connection was lost the moment it hit the black and white energies," "Old Eight" said with certainty.

Wen Songnan "hmm"ed, his brows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking. The four Core Formation cultivators stood silently aside, their eyes flickering, wondering what they were pondering.

"Try with a magic treasure again!" Wen Songnan said suddenly after a long silence, "Slower this time, only half-way in."

Upon hearing this, "Old Eight" did not hesitate and immediately sacrificed a purple-red flying sword. He pinched his fingers and pointed towards the entrance. The purple-red flying sword cut through the darkness and pierced into the black and white energies. The black and white energies first gave way slightly, then surged up violently, tightly binding the sword.

"I've lost my connection!" "Old Eight" glanced at the still struggling flying sword and said with some regret.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword "snapped" and broke into two pieces. One piece disappeared into the cave, and the other fell outside the entrance in the void.

Wen Songnan reached out and retrieved the half of the flying sword. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the broken part of the flying sword was uneven and very chaotic, obviously caused by a violent force.

He looked up and examined the four people, his gaze finally falling on the ugly cultivator, and said, "Old Nine, you go and try. Remember, use a sharp magic treasure to open the way, and pass through as quickly as possible. No matter what you encounter, no matter what illusions appear in your mind, ignore them all. Do not hesitate, do not stop!"

The ugly cultivator's face fell, revealing a look of fear, but under Wen Songnan's stern gaze, he didn't dare to say no. He gritted his teeth and sacrificed a silver shuttle. This object was called the "Flying Fish Shuttle". It wasn't particularly sharp, but its speed was top-notch. Once it accelerated, no one below the Nascent Soul stage could catch up.

He pointed with a magic formula, and the shuttle landed in front of him. Not afraid of being laughed at, he stretched out both hands to grip the shuttle tightly, and then poured all his mana into it. The shuttle received the majestic spiritual power and instantly soared into the sky, circling in the air for several weeks, like a black-tailed lightning bolt, shooting into the cave.

With a "poof" sound, as if a sharp sword had pierced rotten cotton, the silver light penetrated the black and white energies and disappeared without a trace. Along with a short scream, the black tail behind the silver light was like a plane shaving a circle around it. Only a bloody meat stick rapidly drilled into the cave from the entrance, leaving a pile of bloody mess falling outside the cave.

The three Core Formation cultivators watching could not suppress a surge of acid from their stomachs and almost vomited. Their faces were either pale or green, and they all looked very ugly.

Although the deceased was ugly and had a rough temperament, he was also their close blood relative, and they had cultivated and fought together for many years, so they naturally had an unusual relationship. Seeing him die so tragically at this time, they couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and somewhat sympathetic, but they didn't dare to show it.

Wen Songnan's face also stiffened. He thought his deduction was close to the truth, but the result was very different from what he had expected, which really made his old face somewhat embarrassed. He glanced at the three Core Formation juniors, and how could he not know what they were thinking in their hearts.

After a few breaths, he said in a deep voice, "I think you all understand. There is a strange force at the entrance. Anything that passes through it, whether alive or dead, will be squeezed or cut off if it is slightly slower. Relying on magic treasures to open the way, the magic treasures can pass, but people cannot."

"Now there is only one way, which is for people to resist with defensive talismans and force their way through. I have a few mid-grade high-quality Vajra Talismans here, but whether it will work or not, we have to try to find out. Who is willing to go first?"

The four Core Formation cultivators he brought this time were all direct descendants of the Wen family. Three of them were his sons, and one was his grandson. In his heart, there was no distinction between closeness and distance.

The remaining three people, "Old Six" Wen Zaidao, was 550 years old, with a late Core Formation stage cultivation; "Old Eight" Wen Zai de, was slightly younger, with a mid Core Formation stage cultivation; the grandson Wen He, was less than 300 years old, with a mid Core Formation stage cultivation, and was now the most outstanding descendant of the Wen family.

"Elder, I'll go first." The white-haired "Old Six" took the lead to stand out. He was the oldest and had the highest cultivation among the three, so he naturally wouldn't decline.

"Okay, go!" Wen Songnan nodded and handed him a dark golden talisman, without saying anything more.

Wen Zaidao reached out and took the talisman, flashed to the entrance, patted the talisman on his body, and strode straight into it. As soon as he came into contact with the black and white energies, an inexplicable great force pressed down on him, pinning him firmly in the air, unable to move at all.

The great force was like a rapid current washing over a protruding stone, washing over him wave after wave, continuously and repeatedly, making his mana stagnant and difficult to circulate, and he could only rely on the Vajra Talisman to barely survive.

Each breath that passed, the Vajra power on Wen Zaidao's body would be washed away by a layer, but in the next breath, the Vajra Talisman would generate another layer of Vajra power to continue resisting the impact of the great force.

After about ten breaths, the color of the Vajra Talisman began to dim, and the released Vajra power weakened.

Fortunately, Wen Zaidao finally adapted to this pressure, and his mana began to circulate continuously, continuously pouring into the Vajra Talisman. The Vajra power was strengthened, resisting the impact of the great force, and could also leave a layer of light golden mist on his body surface.

After another ten breaths or so, the golden mist became thicker and thicker, and finally successfully condensed into a thick Vajra shield on his body, isolating the great force from the outside.

At this time, the great force could no longer completely fix him. He let out a long roar, his mana surged, and he jumped up, immediately breaking free from the entrance and entering a narrow space filled with gray light. About a hundred feet away in front of this space was an entrance that shone with white light.

His heart was full of joy, and he immediately transmitted a message to Wen Songnan: "Elder, I succeeded, the inside is the entrance to the 'Mustard Seed Space'!"