Born with immortal seed

Chapter 618 Inviting the Divine Sect
"Ruoxi has returned to her true form. Could it be that she encountered a problem in her cultivation?"

Bai Zichen suddenly became suspicious, wondering what his two disciples could possibly do to give Ge Cang a headache.

Ma Ruoxi has a solid foundation and broadened her horizons in swordsmanship through the pacification of Zhongzhou.

All they cared about was following in their master's footsteps in swordsmanship; at most, they would be in a state of utter confusion with no hope of breakthrough, but nothing serious would happen.

Li Guizhen originally had high aspirations and wanted to keep pace with Ge Cang's cultivation progress.

Having suffered a setback and nearly fallen from his level, he recognized the gap between them and gave up his illusions.

Instead, he combined lightning magic with swordsmanship to create a unique style called the Formless Thunder Swamp Sword Qi.

The divine thunder, when unleashed, became even more concealed, and also carried the sharpness of a flying sword.

Having learned their lesson, they can no longer be hasty and reckless, lest they find themselves in an even bigger predicament.

"No, it's Ruoxi who took you in as her good grand-disciple... It's quite interesting that even with my old eyesight, I can't see through the reason behind it."

Within Ge Cang's dojo, there were only a few enormous wooden stakes, with countless rings of age spiraling around them, making one dizzy just looking at them.

The texture, with its gold threads, gleamed brilliantly under the glow of the flames below.

I don't know what kind of spirit wood it is, but it didn't ignite.

Instead, the heat refined the spirit wood to a higher level, causing golden threads to rise and fall, revealing a warm, jade-like color.

"They are on the mountain; call them here and see for yourself."

With a flick of his finger, Ge Cang sent a bolt of divine lightning silently traveling into the distance.

"Senior brother's mastery of thunder magic has become increasingly profound, devoid of any trace of earthiness, just like real thunder in nature."

Bai Zichen clapped his hands and sighed, then sat down on the wooden stake as well.

"During my trip to the Central Region, I happened to obtain a Breakthrough Pill that is just right for you, Senior Brother, so I brought it here."

I don't know where this grand-disciple came from, but he's probably the kid Ma Ruoxi mentioned to him that day.

However, the main reason for returning this time was to deliver the pills to Ge Cang and to explain some matters to the sect.

Of course, we should focus on doing the important things well before discussing anything else.

"Junior brother is very kind, but my condition cannot be improved by the power of pills."

Ge Cang smiled and shook his head, explaining.

"The old Taoist found an ancient method and used five pieces of ancient wood to set up an array. The intense flames scorched the wood, and the divine thunder roared, which more than doubled his cultivation speed. However, before reaching the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he could not change his course. No medicine or stone would be of any use, and he would be unable to leave the Flaming Mountain."

"Senior brother, take a look first before you decide."

Bai Zichen presented the jade bottle. No wonder Ge Cang's cultivation had made significant progress during their meeting. This was unimaginable for a Nascent Soul True Monarch who had lived in seclusion without any special opportunities.

Even with the talent of a Heavenly Spiritual Root, it is difficult to achieve speed in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

"This pill... has a fragrance like plum blossoms, and its aroma loosens the neck of the cultivation vessel. Is there such a spiritual pill in the cultivation world?"

Ge Cang sniffed the pill, and his expression changed; he, who was usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, became somewhat out of control.

"The Plum Blossom Celestial Star Pill was refined by the sixth-rank alchemist, Master Dongyang, who descended to the mortal realm in ancient times. It helps to break through the bottleneck of the late Nascent Soul stage."

Bai Zichen nodded slightly and said:

"With this elixir, Senior Brother can become a Great True Lord much sooner, saving you from the tedious trial period."

Ge Cang was able to attract the extraordinary phenomenon of the Cave Heaven Gate after he transformed into a Nascent Soul. Becoming a Great True Lord was not difficult for him to begin with; the elixir merely accelerated the process.

"This pill is priceless, Junior Brother's gift is a bit too much..."

Ge Cang was moved. Back then, he was a fairly outstanding junior in the sect, who only thought about achieving the Core Formation stage so that he could uphold the sect's reputation when he was away.

Who would have thought that, in just over two hundred years, the younger generation would have surpassed them and be able to support and help them in return?

His face is still young, but the naivety and immaturity of the past are gone. With every gesture, he exudes the composure and tranquility of a Taoist master.

The scene before my eyes is ever-changing.

"Between you and me, fellow disciples, there's no need to discuss this."

Bai Zichen waved his hand, showing that he wasn't driven by profit when dealing with his own people.

They then discussed the current situation in the Central Region. The final battle was about to break out, and the Qingfeng Sect could not remain aloof in this chaotic world.

"However, we should do our best and leave the rest to fate... If things really don't go as planned, our sect only has two paths to take. One is to venture deep into the desolate and cold land, following the path of the Naihe Sect towards a place that no one has ever set foot in before. I myself am not included in the plan. I will take the sect disciples and flee. As long as we move fast enough, the demon race may not be able to catch up."

Bai Zichen abandoned his calm demeanor and spoke seriously.

"Another path is to go against the grain and rush into the outer sea. The outer sea is now empty, and the demon race's power has been concentrated on the inland. There are no powerful demons that can threaten me and my senior brother... If we can gather the successors of the five main branches of the Fish-Dragon Sect, find the immortal abode in the deep sea, and open it, it will be another good place to settle down and make a living."

"The second path is too dangerous. Unless absolutely necessary, let's forget about it... When I was young, I also dreamed of crossing the outer sea to return to the cultivation continent where my ancestors came from and find the lineage of cultivation. Later, after consulting some materials, I realized that this was too difficult. Even for a Nascent Soul True Monarch, it would be a long and arduous project."

Ge Cang listened attentively and then shared his thoughts.

"The vast ocean is like a fairyland. If we can't make it into a fairyland, then there's really no way out. The two of us can only risk braving the towering waves at the edge of the ocean."

"These are all paths to survival, I hope that day never comes..."

Just as Bai Zichen was about to speak, he saw Ma Ruoxi dragging in a straw mat. When she kowtowed, she saw that there was an extra person at the head of the table and knelt down in surprise.

"Disciple pays respects to Master and Senior Uncle Ge."

"What trouble have you gotten your senior uncle into this time?"

Bai Zichen noticed that Ma Ruoxi looked tired, and guessed that she had spent a lot of time and energy on this matter.

“Master, my disciple fell into a coma just a few days after I took her in, and there are no symptoms... It has been several years, but she has not weakened or become exhausted, as if she has been sleeping all along.”

Ma Ruoxi's eyes lit up. In her heart, the only way to solve this problem was through her omnipotent master.

"So it was this kid. What a coincidence..."

Bai Zichen looked at the boy with his eyes closed and rosy complexion on the straw mat and realized that he was the boy whose family had been destroyed and who had been met in the dilapidated Taoist temple during his trip to Zhongzhou.

Because of its unique name and the fact that it was exactly the same as his spiritual root attribute, he remembered it.

“This boy’s pulse is steady and his breath is long. Strangely, even when he is unconscious, his magic power can circulate on its own and he is slowly improving… I have traveled all over the world and have never seen such a technique. I’m afraid there is something wrong with his physique and that scroll of portrait.”

Out of respect for his junior brother, Ge Cang examined Tian Yangsheng several times, but to no avail.

It can only be confirmed that Tian Yangsheng is absolutely safe in the short term.

He wasn't the kind of arrogant elder who would insist on arguing even when he couldn't solve the problem, trying to prove that it wasn't due to his limited knowledge.

If it can't be cured, it can't be cured; admit it openly.

Bai Zichen's sharp gaze swept over Tian Yangsheng's entire body. He then lightly raised his hand and sent out several strands of sword silk that hissed as they entered Tian Yangsheng's body.

Following the meridians throughout the body, the sword threads traveled through all the acupoints, and even circled the dantian and sea of ​​qi in Tianyangsheng.

In the vast world of cultivation, only a handful of people can achieve this level of skill; not every sword cultivator who can refine swords into threads can do it.

This technique of controlling the sword threads allows for effortless movement and is far more difficult than imagined.

The meridians in the human body have always been the most complex and ever-changing, and difficult to master.

Only with sufficient confidence can one perform the action of probing the entire body with a sword thread.

Otherwise, any unexpected situation could very well cause the sword threads to puncture the meridians, causing the person to bleed uncontrollably and die.

“Strange, it’s not that the cultivation technique absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but rather that spiritual energy is flowing into the acupoints on its own… An unseen force descends from the sea of ​​qi, helping to generate a vortex of qi, and every few days liquid mana will condense.”

Bai Zichen saw things on a deeper level than others, but he also couldn't explain the reasons behind Tian Yangsheng's situation.

"If there are any other problems with the portraits, show them to me."

"This is the item. I found it in his room... It doesn't look particularly special, but no matter how I search with my divine sense, I can't find the scroll."

Ma Ruoxi took out the scroll of portraits, gently swirled it, and revealed all the deities depicted on it.

"This painting is called the 'Chart of the Positions of Gods and Spirits.' I've seen a small portion of it before, but the rest are all unfamiliar deities. I don't know if the artist just used their imagination to make it up."

"Junior brother, do you still remember the Summoning God Sect that I told you about? It was once very popular in the cultivation world. Summoning God talismans allow you to invite gods to possess you. The cultivation is simple and doesn't require high aptitude. In fact, you could say that the quality of your spiritual root has a negligible impact on your cultivation speed. As long as you recite the sacred incantation every day and sincerely worship the gods, you can learn supernatural powers."

At first, it was out of respect for his junior brother, but later Ge Cang himself became interested and did a lot of research on his own.

"At the same time as the Ascension Platform disappeared and the Super Teleportation Array failed, those few sects that summoned gods disintegrated overnight. The statues in the sects were shattered, their supernatural powers were lost, and they could no longer sense the gods of the upper realm. However, under the cover of an even more serious event, few people noticed this situation."

"This map of the positions of gods and spirits may look ordinary, but the aura emanating from the deities on it gives this old Taoist a strange sense of pressure. It is very likely that it is a treasure left behind by the sect that summoned the gods back then."

Bai Zichen reached out and stroked the map of the positions of gods and spirits, from the heavenly soldiers and generals at the bottom to the Dao Ancestors and Heavenly Venerables in the top three rows.

As Ge Cang said, one can sense that the deities in the portrait seem to possess a faint life force, and are not merely inanimate objects.

"Huh, why is this deity's seat getting so hot!"

Bai Zichen's heart skipped a beat. The deity on the index finger had a black face and red lips, held a golden mace, and had five dragons in his beard and sideburns.

A line of small characters next to it, which can be made out to be the words "Marshal of the Mysterious Altar", is located on the edge of the fifth line of the entire diagram of the positions of gods and spirits.

The power within Tianyangsheng's dantian and dantian vaguely resembled the aura of this deity known as Marshal Xuantan.

The fact that the position of the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar was slightly hot seemed to indicate something.

"It was this deity that resonated with Tian Yangsheng, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. However, this is not a misfortune for him; on the contrary, it is a rare opportunity. When he wakes up, he will probably leap to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage."

"Could Master possibly tell how much longer this kid will remain asleep?"

Ma Ruoxi felt relieved, as long as she was sure everything was alright.

"It's hard to say. It's a pity that he was born in the wrong era to be able to resonate with the gods in this era... If it were before the changes in the world, he could probably invite a wisp of the divine thought of the Xuantan Marshal to possess him after several years of dedicated cultivation. His strength would increase at a rate even more exaggerated than that of the disciples of Wubu Peak."

The power borrowed in this way is like a tree without roots or water without a source; it comes quickly and goes quickly.

They are fundamentally different from the disciples of Wu Bufeng.

The latter simply means giving up the path to immortality. The ancient witchcraft will eventually return to oneself, but human cultivators are born with short lifespans and cannot achieve this.

The cultivator who invokes the gods simply borrows power; the cultivation process involves transforming oneself into a suitable vessel for that power, making one more compatible with the attributes of the gods.

That's why it collapsed overnight.

(End of this chapter)