Chaos Spirit Field

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, twenty-five years have passed. The world of immortal cultivation has undergone many changes. The Qingniu Sect has risen to become the most powerful sect, with many cultivators ascending to the upper realms. The current leader is a stout man named Tan Tai Yuzhu, and his wife is Zhao Shanhu, Zhao Shanhe's sister. Both are leaders of their time.

On an isolated island in the Endless Sea, a young child suddenly appeared, his skin as delicate as jade, his appearance utterly endearing. This person was the resurrected Zhao Shanhe. He felt a sense of melancholy at the moment, because after gifting the Shanhe Ring to Yang Xiaochan, the storage ring containing his clothes and elixirs had also been reduced to ash by the Thunder Dragon. The Chaos Spirit Field hadn't grown any clothes, so he was now forced to expose himself completely. Fortunately, he was still young, and no one around was embarrassed. By comparison, Daji's resurrection was much better, after all, she still had a fur coat to cover her body.

Zhao Shanhe was quite satisfied with his resurrected body. His original orange-level body had advanced to yellow, and his five-element spiritual roots had transformed into attributeless, innate immortal spiritual roots. The spiritual roots' growth rate had reached a staggering fifty! He had no idea what was going on, but as for why he knew so clearly, the Chaos Stele was a valuable asset.

The resurrected body was like a blank canvas, waiting for Zhao Shanhe to doodle. After careful consideration, he chose to practice the Five Elements Sutra. After all, five attributes are better than a single one! However, when he began to practice the technique, the results were shocking—the spiritual power he transformed was attributeless!

Fortunately, the innate immortal roots of this body brought about an astonishing speed of cultivation. The surrounding spiritual energy surged like a tide, and his cultivation continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. This feeling was simply indescribable.

But just as Zhao Shanhe was immersed in it, enjoying the pleasure of cultivation, he was suddenly interrupted. The reason was simple: insufficient spiritual energy! He looked at the desolate and barren island before him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The innate immortal spiritual roots are indeed extremely domineering!"

Zhao Shanhe thought, if only he still had the Mountain and River Ring. That way, he could cultivate more seedlings. With the support of the Chaos Spirit Field, he would naturally have no shortage of the resources needed for cultivation. Daydreaming only adds to his troubles; life demands adaptability. The path of cultivation is full of challenges and unknowns. Only by daring to practice and think can one continuously break through. So, after some reflection, he decided to change his training direction and study the Water Infusion Sutra instead. After all, the island was adjacent to the Endless Sea, and the most abundant thing here was the spiritual energy of water...

In the world of immortal cultivation, time seems to ebb and flow, yet in reality, a thousand years seem to elapse. While this may not be an exaggeration, time does indeed pass by like a fleeting white horse. In the blink of an eye, three years have already flown by. During this time, the waters within a hundred miles of the island have undergone a startling transformation: the deep blue waters have become crystal clear.

The changes in the seawater were naturally related to Zhao Shanhe. He had completed his cultivation and emerged from the seabed onto this deserted island, feeling somewhat bewildered. Because his own realm was somewhat strange, he couldn't build a foundation, so naturally, he couldn't form a pill, and naturally, he couldn't even mention the Nascent Soul. Yet, he felt a sense of ascension, perhaps a year later.

Zhao Shanhe decided to check on his family before ascending. Although he was now a non-attributed spiritual being, this didn't prevent him from using the Five Elements Escape Technique, and his speed was even much faster. His appearance after resurrection was slightly different from before. His brows were closer to his previous appearance, but he was a hundred times more handsome. After all, few people wanted to become ugly.

The Youth Sect's mountain gate was within reach, but Zhao Shanhe hesitated. He worried about causing trouble for his family, and after careful consideration, he decided not to go forward. If we couldn't recognize each other, why bother meeting? It would only add to the trouble. Just knowing his family was safe was enough for him.

However, he was unaware of the wisdom of this decision, which avoided a huge risk. Wen Zhong was killed by Yang Jian's incarnation and returned to the Investiture of the Gods. Tongtian Patriarch, convinced that Zhao Shanhe would not die so easily, set up some surveillance around his family.

Zhao Shanhe thought about it and found that there was nowhere to go. He was not sure whether Wen Zhong was still eyeing this world, so he decided not to make trouble and wait quietly for the day of ascension.

A year passed quickly, and a small island in the Endless Sea was suddenly covered with dark clouds, a prelude to a storm. In fact, it was the day of Zhao Shanhe's ascension, and he would have to overcome the tribulation.

Yang Hui and Tan Tai Ming Yue's ascension was uneventful, due to their noble status, requiring no trials. Zhao Shanhe, however, didn't experience the same treatment. A bolt of lightning struck him, and he felt its power was a bit weak, far inferior to Wen Zhong's Thunder Dragon. It felt like a tickle. Should he provoke it? Past immortal cultivation novels all said the harder the strike, the greater the benefits, but he wondered if that was true.

How should he provoke? Zhao Shanhe first flew into the clouds, feeling the thunder's power hadn't increased much. Was provocation not enough? Absorbing the thunder's power would be enough. Just as he was basking in the wonderful feeling of his ever-increasing cultivation, this state of mind suddenly came to an abrupt end. In that moment, it was like being in the middle of a game and suddenly losing his phone connection. The dejection he felt was indescribable. He knew one thing for certain: provocation was futile.

At that moment, a dazzling white light suddenly descended, enveloping Zhao Shanhe completely. He couldn't help but grumble inwardly, "Back then, when Yang Hui and Tan Tai Ming Yue ascended, their passageways were a dazzling array of seven-colored lights, looking truly high-end. Mine, on the other hand, is a bit underwhelming. It's barely any more than an ordinary teleportation array, just a bit thicker and brighter."

After so many years, Zhao Shanhe had already mastered the "Array Code". He calmed down and carefully felt it, and soon discovered the clue. This white light was clearly the light of teleportation, but the distance of the transmission was a little far.

Time ticked by, and after about an hour, the long teleportation process finally concluded. Zhao Shanhe finally understood what ascension entailed. Peak Spiritual Transformation cultivation was the ticket to the teleportation array. The tribulation required during ascension was a test of physical fitness. After all, the strain of teleporting over such a vast distance would be unbearable without a robust physique.