Born with immortal seed

Chapter 695 Cutting Down Trees to Save Themselves
Heaven and earth turned upside down, with no sun, moon, stars, or dust to distinguish their positions, and no distinction between pure and impure gravity.

Only endless darkness and utter stillness.

When you're in there, you're completely clueless about which way to face or which way to put your feet, and you might get turned upside down at any moment.

"It's so cold..."

Bai Zichen shivered, triggering a violent cough, and a pile of bloody fragments appeared in his palm.

I have never been injured so badly since I entered the path.

Resolving Ying Liu's attack from across the border was already an overextension, pushing everything to its limits.

He then used his own divine power to flick the river of time, forcibly returning to a moment before.

He unleashed another perfect sword strike, utterly killing Yinglong.

By this point, they were completely exhausted, and the second sword was ten times more demanding than the first.

Even with proper recuperation, it would take decades and the aid of celestial elixirs to fully recover.

As a result, the sacrifice to the Dragon Palace caused the magic array of the Heavenly Demon Realm to collapse, directly leading to a void collapse.

In his weakest state, Bai Zichen naturally couldn't resist and could only drift along and fall into it.

In the void, swept by an unknown cosmic cold line, a layer of frost formed on his body, and his skin stiffened.

The exquisite Primordial Tower was barely activated by the top-grade spirit stones, which only allowed him to stabilize his body and prevent him from being pushed off balance by the power of the void.

Trying to block all the damage is out of the question.

Compared to other Great True Monarchs who have cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage, Bai Zichen's exploration of the void is extremely limited.

Aside from the period when he was creating the realm, in order to draw upon the power of the void, he ignored it at other times.

Normally, those great True Lords would often explore the void after making thorough preparations in order to cultivate their supernatural powers, collect spiritual materials from beyond the heavens, and, more importantly, lay the foundation for their future advancement to a grotto-heaven realm.

However, these things were insignificant to Bai Zichen, and his progress in the realm was far ahead of his peers, so he naturally wouldn't focus on them.

"The best course of action now is to recover our strength as soon as possible and leave the void... This place is neither a suitable place to recuperate nor is it full of uncertainties."

Bai Zichen's expression was solemn. He looked inward at his body and saw that his meridians were broken inch by inch, and his limbs and bones had become a mess.

The five-crystal glass body was completely destroyed, and the remains melted into two warm currents, which glued the flesh together so that it would not fall apart.

The seven immortal bones served as the core, maintaining the stability of this body.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, it was as if a storm had passed, and after the five crystal divine irons and the glazed fire jade he had visualized were gone, several empty spaces appeared in the sky.

The stove on the ground was overturned, and the flint that had been burning for who knows how many years fell to the ground, wisps of blue smoke rising.

Bai Zichen felt the same way. Every now and then, he would feel a sharp pain in his mind, as if someone was branding him with a hot iron.

Within his dantian, the little white nascent soul was listless and unable to even open its eyes.

His body was covered in shattered cracks, which was the most severe of all his injuries.

If not handled properly, the situation will worsen and the cultivator will lose control of their cultivation level, even shattering their nascent soul.

It is equivalent to a strike at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but it is a completely different concept from the initial Nascent Soul stage.

Just like the late Nascent Soul stage and the early Nascent Soul stage, although there isn't a term created specifically for them like the Great True Monarch, it's not that the difference is small. Rather, there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who have reached the Divine Transformation stage, so there's no need for any additional titles.

What appears to be dazzling and extraordinary in its sword light actually comes at a price that outsiders cannot see.

If it weren't for the "One Sword Creates Myriad Laws" realm of spiritual transformation, and if he had persisted for another ten breaths, his sword light would have disintegrated first.

Challenging those above your level always looks glamorous and is praised by many.

Only those who have truly defied the heavens know the extent to which they must push themselves.

If possible, I would prefer to remain undefeated and steadily dominate within the same realm.

With a thought, a bright red fruit flew out of the cave, emitting a strange fragrance.

This is one of several fifth-tier spiritual plants; it already had ripe fruit when it was transplanted into the cave.

I haven't found a suitable place to use them, so they've been left unharvested.

Little did he expect that this life-saving fruit would ultimately be used on him.

Chew lightly twice, swallow in one gulp, and the clear and comfortable spiritual energy, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, sprinkles all over your body.

As expected of the Vermilion Fruit, which is said to be able to hold on to life even if the physical body is destroyed and the nascent soul is scattered, as long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed.

"Master, your servant is already preparing the medicinal powder... Let's start with the simple things and repair the physical body first. The foundation of the nascent soul needs to be conditioned slowly, and we can't rush it."

The Jade Rabbit rolled up its sleeves, stood on a stone slab, and vigorously pounded the medicine pestle into the stone mortar, making a loud banging sound.

Rolling around, it wobbled its round body and carried various spiritual materials to the Jade Rabbit's hands.

The two natal spirit beasts immediately began preparing medicine for their master inside the cave.

This is the wonder of the grotto-heaven, where enough immortal herbs and rare flowers are planted. There is no need to worry about the spiritual energy being lost after picking them; they are readily available whenever needed.

A spirit beast that knows how to manipulate spirit plants and understands pharmacology is even rarer.

"Alright, you may use all the fifth-grade spiritual herbs in the cave. There is no need to ask me for permission again."

Only by mastering the Great Dao of Time can Bai Zichen perceive the passage of time in the void.

Three months later, the medicine powder was ground into powder. After swallowing it, the body was basically healed, with only the meridians remaining to be reconnected.

As a result, it encountered a storm that wasn't even a void turbulence, and the Linglong Hunyuan Pagoda emitted a squeezing sound as it couldn't bear the pressure, its spiritual light flickering.

He sighed helplessly, and once again squeezed out the little true essence he had, injecting it into the exquisite Hunyuan Pagoda.

The wounds that had just closed were to burst open again, and the pain was so excruciating that it was no exaggeration to describe it as piercing to the bone.

Once the storm is over, you'll be covered in blood again, and all the effort you put into healing will have been for nothing.

After consulting with its master, the Jade Rabbit simply instructed Gun Gun to cut down the Vermilion Fruit Tree, peel out the tenderest section of the heartwood, and grind it into powder with six kinds of auxiliary medicines.

After drinking it this time, his meridians were reshaped within a few days, and his sea of ​​consciousness was also calmed down.

An invisible hand picked up the flints that had fallen to the ground one by one, righted the overturned furnace, and then found several pieces of extraterrestrial iron the size of pebbles at the bottom of the furnace to fill the gap in the sky.

At this point, there was no longer the pain of having one's sea of ​​consciousness torn in two.

The fifth-tier spirit tree is indeed priceless, but paying such a high price to save oneself in the void is unavoidable.

Several months later, apart from the fact that Xiaobai's nascent soul was still weak, everything else had returned to normal.

"I should think about how to escape. I wonder if my full-force attack can break through the void and return to the real world..."

Bai Zichen frowned, weighing the options, when a flash of light appeared behind him.

Turning his head, his expression changed drastically, as if a tidal wave was sweeping across the world, leaving chaos in its wake.

The forces of the void collided and tore at each other, turning the center of the tides silvery-white as they annihilated one another.

Although there was no sound, it was as if streaks of silver light were exchanging blows, but no one would doubt the destructive power contained in this scene.

This is the Void Turbulence that all high-level cultivators fear and that ascended great beings hate the most!

Without the protection of a fifth-order spatial treasure or mastery of the Great Dao of Void, encountering spatial turbulence would be almost certain death.

"In just over six months, I ran into a void turbulence. My luck wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either... If I had another two months, I should be able to break out of the void."

Bai Zichen gave a wry smile, showing no intention of running away.

In the void, even if you fly on a sword, you're not much different from a snail, so there's no need to think about escaping the void turbulence; just accept it honestly.

The silvery light approached like a huge wave, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression, turning the face white and revealing that the skin was already torn and bleeding.

……

The peerless Sword Master of Time, who reigned supreme in the world, disappeared at the edge of the Black Sea, his fate unknown!
This explosive news ignited the entire cultivation world, spreading to every corner at lightning speed.

People in different places and regions have mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

While most cultivators were shocked, they were even more curious about what kind of enemy could have brought the Sword Lord of Time to such a state.

Some were gloating, some resented the Sword Lord of Time for being too powerful, some had their resources taken away by the Green Maple Sect, and some were simply just unhappy with it.

Some remained neutral, while others wavered between two sides. In the past, they actively flattered and fawned over the Sword Lord of Time, because they saw him as a potential leader of the cultivation world for the next few thousand years.

If the Sword Lord of Time were to cease to exist, who would care about a mere Azure Maple Sect?

Of course, this is just a rumor at the moment, and nothing is certain yet.

Even if they want to switch allegiance, they should wait until things settle down and see what happens to the Sword Master of Time.

If several years pass and the other party returns in triumph, they will have long since severed ties. Sects that have lost favors will not fare well.

We should still show basic respect to sword immortals who can reverse the transformation into gods and allow them enough time.

Only a very few sects remained unaffected and continued to wholeheartedly support the Sword Lord of Time.

Most of them are close to and affiliated with sects, and their bonds are too deep, so even if they wanted to break free, it would be impossible.

It wasn't until a year later, when the Great True Lord of September and others who had set off with the True Lord of Time appeared and spoke, that everyone roughly understood what had happened.

According to the Great True Lord of September, while exploring the Dragon Palace at the end of the Black Sea, the group unintentionally encountered the True Dragon Saint Son of the Heavenly Demon Realm.

When the two sides clashed, the True Dragon Saint Son was no match for the Time Sword Lord.

In the end, he had no choice but to risk his life and use the supreme secret technique of the demon race, hoping to drag everyone down to the underworld together.

This technique triggered a chain reaction, causing the heavens and earth to collapse. The Sword Lord of Time was spared a true catastrophe for the cultivation world, which is why he disappeared.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to discuss and speculate about what kind of secret technique could achieve this.

Suddenly, the number of cultivators who wanted to join the sect at Rotten Axe Mountain decreased significantly.

"Master's strength is unparalleled throughout history. Even the Great True Monarch of the Ninth Month was able to escape alive. It's impossible that he would be in trouble instead... He'll just be delayed for a few years. He'll return once he's recovered from his injuries!"

Unmoved by the rumors, Ma Ruoxi spoke with a firm and powerful voice, her gaze sweeping over every sect elder present.

"The more critical the moment, the more we should work together to overcome the difficulties and avoid internal chaos."

“Junior Sister Ma is right. Even without Elder Bai, we can still protect Rotten Axe Mountain.”

Wei Dao had deep-set eye bags and graying temples, showing how exhausted he had been lately.

As the head steward of Rotten Axe Mountain, the burden on his shoulders suddenly became many times heavier than before.

(End of this chapter)