Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Chapter 369 Vortex

Liu Xing arrived early, but when he arrived near the Chaos Tower, there were already a lot of cultivators watching.

A majestic pagoda appeared in front of everyone. Although only the top of the pagoda was exposed, its ancient and majestic aura was shocking.

"A treasure has appeared! A treasure has appeared!" The confused monks rushed to tell each other that this was a magnificent celestial phenomenon that had never appeared in history. Everyone was initially excited and called their friends to go explore.

However, a massive ocean vortex appeared around the pagoda's shadow, encompassing dozens of miles of the sea. Its scope continued to expand. The cultivators could only watch helplessly from the outer reaches of the vortex. Some fearless Jindan cultivators approached the vortex, only to be sucked in by the immense suction force and shattered to pieces, staining the sea crimson. After that, no one dared approach again.

Liu Xing's consciousness slowly reached out to the vortex, sensing only chaos and a distorted force of space. Just as he tried to increase his consciousness, a spatial crack suddenly appeared, instantly swallowing up his energy. Startled, Liu Xing groaned.

"Qian'er, there is a space crack in the vortex. Quickly retract your spiritual power." Liu Xing suffered a loss and quickly reminded his wife.

Nie Xiaoqian had suffered losses before and knew how serious the space cracks were, so she decisively withdrew her spiritual sense.

"Brother Xing, are you okay?" Nie Xiaoqian asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Luckily, my spiritual consciousness retreated in time."

The cultivators in the surrounding areas also suffered great losses. When someone was heard screaming and holding his head, it must be because his consciousness was swallowed up and his soul was severely damaged due to the failure to retreat in time.

When the restrictions of the Chaos Tower loosened, the huge spatial fluctuations brought about by it made the eyes of an old man named Sun who was exploring spatial nodes in the mysterious sea light up.

"Is it finally coming out?" Old Sun muttered to himself. He looked like a mortal, his cultivation level invisible. Even Liu Xing couldn't sense any fluctuations of his magical power here, truly reaching the state of returning to nature.

The Spiritual Transformation Stage was the pinnacle of existence in the mortal world. No one knew how many of these individuals still existed. Perhaps only those great cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage with important status were qualified to encounter one or two.

Over the past ten thousand years, an unknown event has occurred in the mortal realm, leading to the disappearance of the path to ascension. Even those who have braved the most catastrophic challenges to reach the Divine Transformation stage have a lifespan of only two thousand years. If they fail to ascend in time, they will eventually die. Furthermore, the mortal realm's spiritual energy is thin, making it extremely difficult to increase mana after reaching the Divine Transformation stage. If this is not properly managed, one's cultivation level will decline. Therefore, once a cultivator reaches the Divine Transformation stage, rather than signaling the unification of the martial arts, they quickly seek seclusion, hiding like a tortoise, unwilling to expend their mana.

Elder Sun, having learned from his predecessors, concluded that the safest route to ascend to the upper realms was through the formal Ascension Channel. Alternatively, he could only find a spatial node and smuggle himself to the upper realms, navigating through the spatial storms, a life-threatening situation. Elder Sun had no choice but to search for a spatial node, or else remain trapped in this realm, awaiting his death.

"Could the sudden appearance of the Chaos Tower be related to the disappearance of the Ascension Channel?" No one could give an answer. Old Sun shook his head and disappeared from the spot in a flash. This was a speed faster than the Nascent Soul teleportation.

"Brother Xing, how do we get in?" Nie Xiaoqian asked puzzledly. She looked at the Chaos Tower in her hand, still without any reaction.

Liu Xing was looking around to see if he could run into anyone he knew from the Righteous Alliance. Unfortunately, he didn't run into anyone.

He was a little worried that Mao Huzi was about to catch up with him.

"I guess it will take some time for the Chaos Tower to open. Most people haven't arrived yet." Liu Xing guessed.

"Let's go and leave this dangerous place first. I guess the pagoda is connected to the gods, and if it is opened, it will definitely remind us through the Chaos Order." Liu Xing said firmly.

"Okay." Nie Xiaoqian nodded. The two of them came hurriedly, made a circle and left in a hurry.

Mao Huzi chased them all the way, attracted by the aura of the Chaos Tower from afar, and was also blocked by the vortex. He looked around but didn't see Liu Xing and the other man. Could it be that these two people didn't come here for this strange phenomenon?

"This celestial phenomenon must indicate the appearance of a treasure. How do we go in and find it?" Mao Huzi's attention was indeed diverted, so he didn't act rashly. Instead, he found a nearby spot to sit down and wait. He silently observed the vortex, searching for a way to break through, while listening to the discussions of the surrounding monks for useful information.

Liu Xing and Nie Xiaoqian traveled nearly three hundred miles to find a hidden spot, set up a formation, and then retreated into seclusion. During this period, fleeing Mao Huzi's pursuit had depleted their mana and consumed a large amount of elixirs. Now that the Chaos Tower was open, entering the pagoda to search for treasure would be another fierce battle. Time was precious, and the two needed to be fully prepared. So, the couple worked together, restoring their physical and mana to peak condition, and began to refine various formation plates, magical instruments, and elixirs.

Half a month later, Mao Huzi finally got the accurate information.

"Haha, Chaos Tower, I finally found you." A casual cultivator in the Jindan stage saw the pagoda's shadow from afar and danced with joy. The Chaos Order in his hand emitted a faint green light.

"How about lending me the Chaos Order in your hand? Well, give me your life as well." A casual remark rang in my ears.

"Who?!" The Jindan cultivator was horrified. He suddenly found himself unable to move his whole body, and then saw a furry big man suddenly appear in front of him.

Mao Huzi calmly plucked the Chaos Order from his hand and struck him on the crown of his head. The Jindan cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils bright, as he was smacked into a pulp, a pool of blood. Mao Huzi inhaled the bloody scent with relish, waved his hand with a hint of disdain, and vanished.

"So this phantom is called the Chaos Tower, and this sign is called the Chaos Order. Only those holding the Chaos Order can enter the Chaos Tower." Mao Huzi sorted out the information he had gathered recently. With a flick of his hand, he wiped away the aura of the Chaos Order's previous owner, then slowly infused himself with spiritual energy, also receiving directional instructions.

After so long, the main forces of the Good and Evil Alliance finally arrived at the vortex. Their sheer numbers, and the presence of two great cultivators, frightened the scattered cultivators away, daring them to retreat. Seeking solidarity, the scattered cultivators with Chaos Orders spontaneously gathered together to resist the pressure of the Good and Evil Alliance.

Time passed quietly, and the shadow of the Chaos Tower was completely exposed above the vortex. It seemed that the time for its opening was approaching.