Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The valley receded, and the scene shifted. Beyond the massive city, a straight highway stretched towards the horizon. The sound of horses' hooves echoed, and jade ornaments jingled. A single rider led the way, clad in white that outshone the snow. Several riders followed closely, raising clouds of dust. Reaching the foot of a low hill, the white-clad knight turned his horse and galloped to the summit.

Golden light descended, illuminating the white-clad knight. His posture was upright, his horsemanship superb, and the black-maned steed beneath him was extraordinary. However, his face was hazy, as if obscured by mist.

Without knowing when, Zhang Yuanjing found himself on the summit.

The white-clad knight looked at him and smiled, "This brother, are you also taking a spring outing alone outside the city?"

Zhang Yuanjing nodded, "The spring is bright, all things grow, looking up, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the view extends for thousands of miles; looking down, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and thoughts connect to a thousand years. The principles of the Great Dao are all contained within, and the actions of great virtue can all be observed. Is this not a joy!"

The white-clad knight was first astonished, then laughed heartily, "Brother speaks frankly, which resonates with my heart. Truly, is this not a joy!"

The last time, in the valley, the white-clad cultivator said, "Is it not a delight?" This time, Zhang Yuanjing returned the phrase "Is it not a joy?", which indeed produced an extraordinary effect.

After laughing, the white-clad knight seemed unsure of what to say. He swayed on his horse for a long time before leaping down and saying to Zhang Yuanjing, "Brother, meeting is fate. How about we use the ground as our table and the scenery as our accompaniment, and enjoy a hearty drink?"

Zhang Yuanjing smiled, "Since brother is so enthusiastic, I will naturally accept respectfully rather than decline."

The white-clad knight clapped his hands, and several attendants came forward, spreading a leather mat on a flat grassy area. They then took out meat, fruits, vegetables, wine jars, and jade bowls from the horses.

"Please!"

The two exchanged toasts and conversed happily. From astronomy and geography to flowers, birds, fish, and insects, one readily brought up a topic, and the other always had a response.

The sunlight shifted, and time flew by. The two had not yet finished enjoying themselves, but dusk had already arrived.

The white-clad knight sighed, "Life is short, and the world is busy. What can dispel sorrow? Only wine! To travel outside the city and meet brother is my good fortune. However, gatherings and partings are impermanent, and we must eventually say goodbye. Please write a poem on my fan as a memento!"

He took off a folding fan from his waist and handed it to Zhang Yuanjing.

Zhang Yuanjing took the wolf-hair brush from an attendant and unhesitatingly wrote a line of poetry: "Three cups and promises are made, the Five Mountains become as light as feathers!"

"This is something I happened to see once. Now that I have met brother, I feel emotional, so I have written it down for brother to appreciate!"

The white-clad knight first recited it silently several times, then spoke it aloud, his voice full of melancholy.

Zhang Yuanjing sat still. If this white-clad knight and the previous white-clad cultivator were both manifestations of King Xue's divine power through the formation, then only words that matched his personality could produce the effect he desired. However, this person's face was constantly changing, indicating that his nature was not fixed, but changed with time and experience, even drastically. Therefore, one cannot judge what he needs based on the personality he displays at a certain moment. Therefore, he simply abandoned considerations of gain and loss and answered with what he thought in his heart.

"In your life, brother, have you seen such a person? Can you always hold onto this belief?"

Zhang Yuanjing said frankly, "I can be considered trustworthy, but my nature is not heroic. My heart yearns for it, but I am ultimately not it. However, I have a friend who always follows righteousness and always keeps his word, even unto death. Life is long, and it is difficult to find a confidant. To have such a friend is surely a great fortune!"

The white-clad knight sighed, "To have a close friend is enough in life! Who shares the same aspirations, who shares weal and woe, who walks forward side by side, and who understands and agrees with each other are all difficult to discern! In this, I need to reflect on myself. Thank you for your guidance, brother. I have another fan to give to you!"

He took out another folding fan, handed it to Zhang Yuanjing, bowed, and bid farewell.

Zhang Yuanjing took the folding fan but did not open it immediately. Instead, he fell into deep thought. This person's face never showed from beginning to end. What does this represent? If all the experiences since entering the tomb are a kind of test, does this mean the test has failed?

"Snap!"

With a forceful flick of his finger, he opened the folding fan. On the fan, four bold characters were written: "Heaven and Earth are Unbenevolent."

He took out the jade pendant, and the folding fan transformed into a surge of majestic energy, merging into the jade.

At this point, he was certain that entering the mausoleum with seven jades required passing seven tests. The things he saw and the places he went were probably completely different from holding only one jade.

Last time, he held the umbrella jade and, relying on great fortune, obtained the Yang Refining Umbrella, while none of the other Profound Heaven cultivators had such a reward. He was able to enter the Myriad Realms Pot because of Jie Tianwei's use of the Profound Heaven Sect's flying talisman. His purpose was not to ascend to the realm but to obtain the opportunity to advance to the Nascent Soul stage from the Myriad Realms Pot.

In other words, if one only held a single jade, the greatest opportunity they could obtain here would be one of the seven spiritual treasures. But entering with seven jades, passing special tests, could be a condition for requiring the Myriad Realms Pot to fulfill its inter-realm promise.

He had already passed the tests of two jades, which seemed not difficult, but these two tests were completely different in form. Whether one passed or not had a large element of luck. It was hard to say that he would definitely pass the remaining five tests.

While he was pondering, the surrounding area suddenly became filled with wind and sand, and scorching heat waves swept in. He had arrived in the vast desert.

"Hiss—"

A long hiss, a flash of light, and two swords as white as snow attacked from behind.

Zhang Yuanjing turned and leaped lightly, then suddenly dropped, stepping on the attacking beast.

This was a demon beast that looked like a centipede, its entire body covered in deep yellow armor plates. It was over three zhang long, with a pair of antennae on its head as sharp as knives, and two blue venomous hooks that were quite terrifying.

This was the Sand Centipede Beast he had encountered last time. Its realm was still at the Great Perfection stage. It did not recognize Zhang Yuanjing's strength and launched a sudden attack.

Zhang Yuanjing extended his divine sense in all directions and did not find any higher-level demon beasts.

This place was one of the "Ten Lands" within the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Bell, the Land of Silent Seas. The true great demons were in the lake at the end of the desert, and the exit was also there.

Revisiting an old place, but there would probably be more than just the previous tests.

He knocked the Sand Centipede Beast unconscious with a palm strike and flew away quickly. Before long, he arrived at the lakeside. The lake surface was still filled with mist, but there was great danger hidden in the water.

The Nine Heavens Ten Earths Bell was probably the strongest innate spiritual treasure besides the Intercepting Sky Tablet. Its inner space contained many transformed great demons, whose realms might not be very high, but they still had the power to fight. His purpose was to pass the test, not to kill the demon beasts within, which was a safe approach. If he angered the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Bell, it would inevitably affect the final result.

Of course, he had the Yang Refining Umbrella in hand. This umbrella had undergone lightning tribulation and was only a step away from becoming a divine power spiritual treasure, which was stronger than the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Bell. He believed this spiritual treasure would not deliberately make things difficult for him.

He flew over the lake surface. The misty water obscured his vision, and a cold force surged from the water, spreading throughout the mist, making it very cold to the touch. This was quite different from the last time he came.

Before long, he flew to the small island on the western side of the lake. The island was still lush with green trees and blooming flowers, but the manor was gone.

A transformed great demon covered in red scales and with a constantly changing face jumped out of the pool on the island, raised the silver hammer in his hand, pointed it at Zhang Yuanjing, and shouted fiercely, "Who goes there, daring to trespass on my Golden Dragon Island!"