Mysterious mirror hanging high

"So this is the feeling of [Breaking the Pill and Becoming an Infant]."

Feeling the cracks in the golden elixir in his dantian, Song Jianxu had some enlightenment in his heart:

"No wonder most Jindan cultivators with mediocre talents only try to condense their Nascent Soul right before their lifespans run out. Breaking the elixir and forming an infant is truly too dangerous. They say there are no regrets if the elixir is successful, but now that the elixir is destroyed, there are no regrets either."

"If the formation of the infant fails and the golden elixir in the body is shattered, even if it doesn't kill immediately, the end result will be the destruction of all cultivation. Cultivators cannot help but be extremely cautious."

As the cracks in the golden elixir in the dantian became more and more dense, there was a "pop" sound, and the outer shell of the golden elixir that had been rotating continuously finally shattered completely. Deep in the golden elixir, a golden fetus that looked like an infant was slowly taking shape, growing stronger and stronger, and gradually grew into the shape of a curled up baby.

Using his inner thoughts to observe the birth process of this baby, Song Jianxu thought deeply:

"Back then, I only achieved a mid-level elixir, with a shallow foundation and no potential for a Nascent Soul. Now, I'm nearing the end of my lifespan, and my Dharma body isn't in great shape. Without any auxiliary elixirs like the [Infant Transformation Pill] to increase my chances of success, this time I'm 100% doomed to failure."

"I just hope I can hold on for a little longer and buy more time for Xuan Jing."

Outside the Yuhua Cave, two cultivators, one old and one young, were suspended above the island reef, staring at the spiritual cloud produced by Song Jianxu's condensation of his Nascent Soul.

The handsome young man among them was none other than the current headmaster of Changhu Sect, Jinghu Zhenren. This man whose words were law in Changhu Sect now looked respectful and stood obediently behind the old man.

However, the aura of the old man was even deeper and heavier than that of an ordinary late Jindan Great True Person, but it was obviously not as oppressive as that of a Yuanying True Lord.

This person is the fake infant real person of Changhu Sect, named Li Changhu!

"Master, do you think Song Jianxu has any hope of condensing a fake infant?" Jinghu Zhenren had not even thought that Song Jianxu could be promoted to the position of Zhenjun, so he asked this.

Li Changhu, with gray hair and beard, stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the Nascent Soul Spirit Cloud in front of him. There seemed to be regret in his eyes, and he sighed: "There is no hope!"

"Back then, I also achieved a mid-level elixir, but my golden elixir was much better than Song Jianxu's. When preparing to form an infant, I also prepared all the spiritual objects and elixirs. I cultivated the spiritual energy in my body for several years, but I was only able to condense a dead infant and failed at the last step of [opening the mind]."

"This Song Jianxu is nothing. Not to mention that his Nascent Soul has opened up, I'm afraid he can't even see the Heart Demon Tribulation. Most likely, when his Nascent Soul is halfway through condensation, the baby in the Nascent Soul state will dissipate on its own."

"I see this Nascent Soul Spirit Cloud, it will only last two days at most before it dissipates into thin air."

Jinghu Zhenren said worriedly, "Song Jianxu came all the way to Yuhua Cave just to swap himself with the Jindan corpse in the underground tomb palace, trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain. But even if they really lured Zhang Qingmang and Wang Fujia here and taught Ye Yulou to successfully form a Jindan, what would a mere early Jindan corpse do to the overall situation?"

Li Changhu said quietly, "What if that person formed the [Purple Qi Golden Pill]?"

Jinghu Zhenren was shocked: "How is this possible..."

Then he said: "Even if it is really the Purple Qi Golden Pill, it is unlikely that an early stage Golden Pill can compete with a late stage Great True Person!"

"But at least the Song family is stable." Li Changhu said: "Sometimes combat power is not the most important thing in the world of immortal cultivation. Perhaps potential is more important."

"If that person truly achieves a golden-purple elixir, his future will be limitless. If he doesn't die prematurely, his advancement to the Nascent Soul stage is a sure thing. By then, how many Golden Core cultivators in the entire Red Dust Sea will be willing to serve him and form a good relationship with him?"

The two of them stayed there quietly watching the Nascent Soul Spirit Cloud in the sky. This spiritual cloud had been condensed for three days and did not dissipate for a long time, which surprised Li Changhu.

“What strong willpower!”

Li Changhu sighed, "Master Song's foundation is shallow, how could he possibly have such ability? I'm afraid he's just holding on with one last breath."

"For the sake of the family, you can actually go to such lengths."

Just as the fake infant immortal was sighing, several rays of light appeared in the distance, the first of which was a sharp green ray of light. As the ray of light disappeared, Zhang Qingmang's figure appeared.

Wang Fujia arrived soon after, staring at the spiritual clouds above Yuhua Cave with a look of shock and anger.

After about an hour and a half, the three Ruan brothers, whose speed was slightly slower, finally arrived. Zhang Qingmang finally breathed a sigh of relief when the five Jindan Zhenren arrived. He frowned and looked unhappy:

"Senior Changhu, what kind of benefits did Song Jianxu give to the Changhu Sect that he was able to persuade you to protect him and allow him to form a fetus in your sect's territory? Aren't you really afraid of being blamed by the Feng family?"

Li Changhu glanced at the five people, clearly showing some fear. He said slowly, "You are all too kind. It is true that Master Song formed his infant here, but my Changhu Sect was also unaware of this... However, now that the arrow has been shot, there is no turning back. We are all neighbors in the Red Dust Sea, so there is no reason to block someone's path."

Li Changhu wiped out the Changhu Sect in just a few words, which caught Zhang Qingmang and others off guard.

"Then, Senior Changhu, can you open the Yuhua Cave and let us in?"

Wang Fujia probed, "We're not afraid of offending Old Ghost Song!"

Unexpectedly, Li Changhu agreed straightforwardly and nodded: "Then let's go in together."

After saying that, he and Master Jinghu entered the underground tomb palace first.

"Is this a trick?" The three Ruan brothers had the lowest cultivation level here, so they were naturally uneasy and asked in surprise.

"What are you afraid of? He's just a False Infant cultivator. At most, he can tie with the five of us. Do you really think you're a Nascent Soul True Lord?"

Wang Fujia cursed in a low voice, "Besides, if Yuanying Zhenjun wanted to take our lives, he wouldn't have to take off his pants and fart like this..."

Then he followed.

After entering the underground tomb, everyone saw that Song Jianxu's face was sunken and he was almost exhausted. It was obvious that he was forcibly gathering his magic power to keep the spiritual cloud from dispersing.

Song Jianxu's eyes were now tightly closed, and he barely had the strength to open them. He lifted his eyelids slightly with some effort, and with his cloudy eyes he looked at the people with different expressions, then grinned.

"You...you...are...finally...here."

After saying this, the old man was unable to muster any magic power, and his energy and spirit suddenly dissipated. The "primordial fetus" that was still gestating in his dantian eventually slowly dissipated.

Feeling the vitality in his body rapidly ebbing away, Song Jianxu, who had originally had a calm face and a peaceful breath, was no longer as calm as before. Instead, he felt a long-lost fear. Facing the impending death, this old man who had been preparing to face death was finally afraid.

His body began to tremble violently, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, his teeth chattered, and his entire face became distorted with fear:

"After eight hundred years of hard training, I still can't enjoy the joy of freedom..."

After saying this, Song Jianxu's head slowly drooped, his whole body leaned forward, and he fell down, completely silent, ending his long life in a not-so-gentle posture.