Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 808 Reunion

In the central-western part of the Myriad Demon Continent, a majestic mountain range lies sprawling across the land.

Pale blue mist coiled around the entire mountain range like a giant python, resembling a lurking ancient beast. The mountain shadows were blurred, yet a fierce aura emanated from them.

At the edge of the mountain range, an eagle flew in from afar, its broad wings spread wide, soaring through the sky with the help of the wind.

Its sharp eyes swept across the ground, searching for any possible prey.

Suddenly, on a hillside shrouded in pale blue mist, the bushes rustled a few times, and a gray shadow flashed by.

The eagle keenly sensed this subtle movement, folded its wings, and plummeted down silently.

In just a few breaths, the eagle had covered dozens of feet and could already see a small animal moving among the bushes.

But just as it flew into the pale blue mist, its body melted away silently, like a piece of ice thrown into boiling water, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The stagnant, pale blue mist drifted a few times, seemingly just stirred by the wind, before settling back down.

A figure flew out from the depths of the pale blue mist and witnessed the eagle's death.

This person looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with handsome features, red lips and white teeth, as if he were just an innocent young man.

However, his eyes were extremely deep and calm, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of life. He was Lu Wangquan, who had entered the space passage with Chen Yuan.

His escape speed wasn't too fast, and a layer of light blue true essence shield condensed on his body, almost blending into the blue mist around him, making it almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

Lu Wangquan stared at the spot where the eagle had disappeared, his eyes indifferent, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

This pale blue mist is extremely domineering and possesses a strong corrosive power, which even cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage cannot resist, let alone an ordinary wild beast.

Near this mountain range, no demon beast with even a little cultivation would dare to approach the pale blue mist even a step.

Only ignorant and foolish beasts would venture into the fog and end up with nothing but their bones.

This is the Qingxu Mountain Range, which is famous throughout the entire Wanyao Continent and is recognized as the most dangerous place.

The ruins of this ancient battlefield are called a mountain range, but in reality, they cover an extremely vast area, spanning thousands of miles, and include rivers, lakes, deep valleys, and plains, all shrouded in a light blue mist.

The Myriad Demon Continent is full of dangerous places, but just to enter this place, one needs to be at the Nascent Soul stage, which shows how dangerous the interior of the Azure Ruins Mountains is.

That epic battle completely disrupted the spiritual energy of this place.

The raging spiritual energy ravaged the depths of the mountains, creating many dangerous places such as the Thunder Swamp, which is shrouded in dark clouds and is constantly engulfed by thunderstorms, and the desolate valley, where the fire spiritual energy is so rich that the heat is far greater than that inside a volcano.

There are also endless spatial rifts, densely distributed throughout the sky, which can completely swallow you up if you are not careful.

Amidst the chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth, divine sense was also greatly hindered, shrinking by more than a hundred times.

A Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage can only detect an area of ​​about one mile around himself.

Even a great cultivator can only explore an area of ​​a few miles.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Lu Wangquan's divine sense far surpassed that of a Core Formation cultivator, but it could only cover a radius of ten miles.

Inside the spatial passage, he was caught in the aftershocks of the Void Cicada's flapping wings and was severely injured. He has not yet recovered and his strength is only 60-70% of what it was at its peak.

Moreover, he was not skilled in spatial manipulation, and the map in his hand was rather crude, so he deliberately slowed down his escape speed, even though he was about to leave the Qingxu Mountains.

Three years ago, Lu Wangquan entered the Qingxu Mountains in search of rare and precious materials and has not left since, having become accustomed to this slow escape speed.

He was naturally not afraid of spatial rifts, but if he accidentally entered one, it would take some effort to get out.

The outer area of ​​the mountain range is somewhat better. The spatial rift is fixed in one place, and it is not difficult to identify with careful exploration. You just need to avoid it in advance.

However, deep within the mountains, space is extremely unstable, with invisible spatial rifts and even spatial rifts that wander around, making them impossible to guard against.

Lu Wangquan suffered several losses, only managing to escape thanks to his powerful strength as a Nascent Soul cultivator.

An ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would have been reduced to ashes long ago, and even a Grand Master would have been severely injured.

Lu Wangquan witnessed someone being swallowed by a suddenly appearing spatial rift, but he was several miles away at the time, separated by countless spatial rifts, and although he wanted to help, he was powerless to do so.

They could only watch helplessly as the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was swallowed up by the spatial rift.

Looking at the specks of blood falling from the sky, Lu Wangquan shook his head and couldn't help but think of Chen Yuan, who possessed the true blood of the Kunpeng and was skilled in spatial power.

He wasn't feeling sorry for the Nascent Soul cultivator he didn't know, but rather because the man had just picked a thousand-year-old spiritual herb before being swallowed by the spatial rift, which would help him recover from his injuries.

If Chen Yuan were here, even with numerous spatial rifts, he would surely be able to save that mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

But he should have already ascended to the Spirit Realm, while I am stranded in this realm, forced to hide my identity and search for spiritual herbs in this treacherous place.

Thinking of this, Lu Wangquan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

He, along with Chen Yuan, Qin Wuyai, Cangsong Daoren, and Ren Laomo, used all their skills and finally passed through the never-ending spatial storm.

Just as they were about to reach the exit of the spatial passage and enter the spirit world, they encountered the strange beast Void Cicada. The aftershocks of its flapping wings alone caused serious injuries to the five of them.

The only saving grace was that he was relatively far from the Void Cicada, and Qin Wuyai and Chen Yuan were right in front of him.

Lu Wangquan had no intention of harming his neighbor, but he was not a physical cultivator, his physical body was inferior to Chen Yuan's, and his magical treasures were not as good as Qin Wuyai's.

If he were to face the Void Cicada's attack head-on, he would surely die.

However, Chen Yuan and Qin Wuyai, one with a strong physical body and the other with a spiritual treasure, would be more likely to survive than him.

Indeed, the invisible fluctuations weakened somewhat when they passed over Chen Yuan.

Qin Wuyai took out a treasure, but at that critical moment, Lu Wangquan couldn't see it clearly, but he could feel that the invisible fluctuation had weakened a bit.

Even so, when that invisible wave landed on him, it severely injured him, causing him to lose consciousness on the spot.

When Lu Wangquan woke up, he found himself lying on a dilapidated wooden bed with a rough straw mat under him, surrounded by mud walls made of yellow mud mixed with thatch.

The narrow window was covered with a layer of paper, allowing only a little natural light to filter through, making the room dim.

In the center of the house was an old wooden table, which was not even painted. Several low stools carved from tree roots were particularly simple, and a few farm tools were placed in the corner.

Lu Wangquan frowned. He had been diagnosed with spiritual roots since childhood and was cultivated by the Lu family. He had never seen such a simple scene before.

He sat up, looked down, and saw that his magic robe, which was comparable to a mid-level magic treasure, was tattered and completely useless.

Lu Wangquan looked inward at his body and found it in complete disarray. His meridians were damaged, his true essence was depleted, more than half of his blood essence was lost, and his consciousness was weak, as if he had just experienced a great battle.

He breathed a sigh of relief. The aura of that Void Cicada was at least equivalent to that of a Void Refinement cultivator. It was already quite an achievement that he was able to save his life.

Lu Wangquan spread his divine sense and investigated, only to find that he was in a village of ordinary people, brought back from the mountains by a farmer.

He didn't actually need the farmer's help, but he still took out a hundred-year-old spiritual herb from his mustard seed ring, purified it into a spiritual liquid with true fire, and put it into water. Then, he subtly influenced the family's mind, got them to drink the water, and then quietly left.

He has no gold or silver, and even if he did, he wouldn't keep it; it would only bring disaster to the family.

The spiritual energy contained within this herb can make this family healthy, free from all diseases, and live to a ripe old age.

Lu Wangquan was seriously injured at the moment. Fortunately, he had brought a lot of healing pills with him before leaving the human world. He used most of them in the space passage, but there were still a few left.

Because his strength had been greatly diminished and he was worried about being taken advantage of, he did not go too far from this mortal village.

He simply went into the mountains and forests, found a secluded cave, took some healing medicine, and meditated to regulate his breathing.

However, there were not many healing pills left in the Mustard Seed Ring. Even if he refined them all, his injuries would only recover by a small amount, and his strength would only be 40% of what it was at its peak.

At that time, Lu Wangquan thought he had arrived in the Spirit Realm, where high-level cultivators were everywhere. He dared not be careless and hesitated whether to go out to find healing pills.

However, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was even thinner than that of the Nine Immortal Continent, made him suspicious.

After hesitating for a moment, he still left the cave to search for traces of other cultivators.

Lu Wangquan returned to the mortal village and, with a little bewitching magic, learned from the mortals that there was a city built by cultivators hundreds of miles away from the village.

He arrived at the city and found that there was only one Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage. He secretly sneaked into the city, and no one could find his trace.

Out of caution, he did not go directly to see the Nascent Soul cultivator, but instead inquired about information from the market.

Only then did he realize that this world was not the spirit world at all, but a place where demons reigned supreme and humans could only be servants and food!
Lu Wangquan smiled wryly, but the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth made him vaguely expect it, so he wasn't too surprised.

Unfortunately, he was only one step away from the exit of the spatial passage, and was about to enter the spirit world, but in the end, he failed and was stranded in this world.

However, as a Nascent Soul cultivator who had been confined to the mortal realm for over a thousand years, Lu Wangquan possessed an incredibly resilient Dao heart and quickly calmed down.

In any case, he finally escaped the cage of the human realm. Even if he did not directly ascend to the spirit realm, he still had the opportunity to take a further step on his path.

Lu Wangquan then traveled to three human cities and seized the opportunity to capture several demon generals who were affiliated with the Nightmare Crow clan in the vicinity to investigate the situation in this world.

However, he never revealed his identity, never met with any human Nascent Soul cultivators, and left no trace.

There is more than one demon general in this realm, but he is still recovering from his injuries and his strength has been greatly diminished, so it is not advisable to confront him head-on.

Over the course of several months, Lu Wangquan had gained a thorough understanding of this realm, knowing just how powerful the eight royal families were, and that the demon race had mastered the ascension passage.

Faced with five demon generals, Lu Wangquan had no idea how to ascend to the Spirit Realm.

But after many twists and turns, he finally escaped the cage of the human world and will never stop there.

Even if there is only a sliver of a chance, we will never give up.

The most urgent task is to recover from the injury.

Lu Wangquan's cultivation level is high, and the healing pills he needs are also extraordinary, so it is impossible for him to obtain them from ordinary demon generals.

However, his strength was greatly diminished at this time, and he dared not even say that he could win against a high-level cultivator, so it was not advisable for him to attack a high-level demon general.

Showing oneself in front of a great human cultivator carries considerable risk.

Looking across the entire Demon Continent, only the Azure Ruins Mountains might be the place where he could find the spiritual herbs he needed.

Although the Qingxu Mountains have been plundered for tens of thousands of years, their natural treasures are almost exhausted.

However, despite its strange and treacherous environment, some things still remain, and it is even a place frequently visited by human cultivators.

Lu Wangquan never considered himself a righteous cultivator, but he would not slaughter human Nascent Soul cultivators without cause.

He seized an opportunity to ambush and kill a low-ranking demon general of the Nightmare Crow clan, obtaining a somewhat rough map of the Azure Ruins Mountains from him before quietly arriving at this place.

For ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, the Qingxu Mountains are extremely dangerous.

Even though Lu Wangquan was seriously injured, his skills far surpassed those of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He ventured into various dangerous places and found several spiritual herbs.

Unfortunately, he was not skilled in alchemy and could only purify it into a spiritual liquid for refining, wasting a lot of its medicinal power.

Even so, his injuries were gradually recovering, and after three years, he had recovered about 70-80%.

During this time, due to the restriction of his divine sense, he unexpectedly encountered several human cultivators, and even a great cultivator with a rather refined appearance.

However, his strength had not recovered much at the time, so he did not speak with him, but only exchanged a glance before intentionally avoiding him.

Lu Wangquan's strength has now recovered to the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, the spiritual herbs needed to fully recover from the injuries were too precious. After searching for a long time in the Qingxu Mountains without success, they decided to leave the place and patiently nurture the wounds.

Once my strength is fully restored, I will seek an opportunity to obtain the method of ascension.

Although the demon race has five demon generals whose strength far surpasses his, he is hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike, so there may still be a chance.

……

After leaving the Qingxu Mountains and escaping the eerie pale blue mist, Lu Wangquan dispersed his divine sense, increased his speed, and flew south.

After careful consideration, he decided to go to the South China Sea to find a spiritual vein to nourish and regulate his energy.

The South China Sea is relatively barren and belongs entirely to the Sky-Supporting Divine Turtle clan. It has few subordinate demon generals and human cultivators, making it easy to hide and conceal one's presence.

But as soon as he dispersed his divine sense, he saw a streak of light rise from a low mountain a hundred miles away. It was extremely fast and covered dozens of miles in the blink of an eye, heading straight for this place!

Lu Wangquan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stopped, focusing his divine sense on the streak of light.

But the next moment, he froze, watching helplessly as the streaking light stopped in front of him without making any reaction.

The light faded, revealing a white-robed cultivator with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, who was otherworldly and refined. This was Chen Yuan, whom he believed had already ascended to the Spirit Realm.

Chen Yuan looked at Lu Wangquan, whose expression was slightly dazed, smiled slightly, clasped his hands and bowed: "Fellow Daoist Lu, how have you been? I have been waiting here for a long time."

Lu Wangquan suddenly blinked, his face full of surprise, and returned the greeting with clasped hands: "How did Fellow Daoist Chen know my whereabouts?"

Chen Yuan said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, do you remember having met a great cultivator deep in the Qingxu Mountains?"

Lu Wangquan suddenly realized, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and instead sighed, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Chen would also be stranded in this world like me."

Upon unexpectedly encountering an old friend, he was naturally overjoyed. Having an additional powerful ally on his path to ascension would greatly increase his chances of success.

But this was not a good thing for Chen Yuan, so he naturally couldn't show it.

Chen Yuan's heart stirred, and he slowly said, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Lu is still unaware of where that spatial passage ultimately leads."

(End of this chapter)