System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

A strong wind swept across the dome of the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion, carrying nebula light. Yu'er and her seven Daoist companions saw the familiar figure slowly approaching from afar. Their eyes instantly lit up with undisguised joy, and they rushed towards him like swallows returning to their nests, carrying the fragrant breeze with them.

When Chen Xuan saw his Daoist companions flying over, a warm smile appeared on his lips, and he immediately opened his arms to catch them one by one.

The moment his fingertips touched their slender waists, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on their smooth foreheads, the cool, ethereal scent mingling with the women's fragrance lingering in his nostrils.

After a tender moment, Chen Xuan raised his hand and gently waved it, causing the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion to slowly sink into the valley where spiritual veins converged. This immortal mansion, which governed tens of thousands of vassal tribes, finally had a true leader from the moment he returned.

Bai Li was led out of the Spirit Ruins within the Immortal Abode. After exchanging brief greetings with Yu'er and the other mistresses, she happily transformed into a streak of black light and sped off into the distance—she was going to check on the cultivation and spiritual field planting achievements of her descendants over the past ten years.

After his return, Chen Xuan lived a more and more comfortable life.

During this time, he and his seven Daoist companions wandered across the vast territory like ordinary couples: picking spiritual fruits that ripen only once every thousand years in the Peach Garden, fishing for spiritual fish that swallow and spit out moonlight by the Cold Spirit Stream, or finding a cliff surrounded by clouds to have a picnic, cooking spiritual plants with immortal fire, and their laughter accompanied by the waves of clouds carrying into the distance.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and the night sky outside the immortal abode was filled with stars like shattered diamonds embedded in the inky black canvas. A silver moon hung in the dome, its light pouring down like a ribbon, bathing the surrounding spiritual mountain ranges in a glassy hue, creating a scene of ethereal beauty amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

Inside the main hall of the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion, dragon saliva candles as thick as a child's arm burned with a faint light, their flames hissing softly.

Looking at the seven Daoist companions sitting obediently in two rows, Chen Xuan chuckled and waved his hand, scattering seven-colored divine light.

In an instant, twelve fist-sized seven-colored immortal golds and hundreds of seven-colored divine stones shimmering with rosy light rose into the air, transforming into streams of light that intertwined and swirled within the hall.

"Wow! Is this the Seven-Colored Immortal Gold that the powerful beings of the Immortal Ancient Era fought tooth and nail for?" Yu'er, the most lively girl, stepped forward, her almond-shaped eyes instantly filled with light, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Senior Sister Piaoxue, dressed in a long black dress, sat quietly, gazing intently at the divinity flowing on the immortal gold. She sighed softly, "The richness of the divinity contained in such a divine material is truly rare throughout the ages. But husband, with our cultivation level, can we really control its power?"

Lin Yuyao, who was once a noble and aloof princess, has now integrated into this family. She frowned and agreed, "If such a treasure were to be exposed, it would surely cause a bloodbath. Our cultivation is still shallow, and we are afraid that we would become a burden to our husbands."

Upon hearing this, Zi Mo, Tian Xing, and Zhan Xin all nodded solemnly.

Chen Xuan raised his hand and gently stroked Yu'er's hair, saying in a gentle voice, "That's why you should devote yourselves to cultivating the Great Dao, using your own Dao foundation to draw upon divine materials, and forge the foundation of an imperial weapon that can grow with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve again.

With a soft whooshing sound, the twelve immortal golds and hundreds of divine stones instantly split into six streams of light. Each stream of light contained two seven-colored immortal golds and dozens of seven-colored divine stones, which landed precisely in front of Yu'er, Zhanxin, Piaoxue, Zimo, Tianxing, and Lin Yuyao.

All the women were taken aback and subconsciously looked at Qiu Zixian, who was ranked first—she was the strongest among the sisters, but she had not received any divine materials.

Seeing this, Qiu Zixian smiled gently and said in a soft voice, "I received these gifts from my husband many years ago, and they were originally prepared for you. Remember, divine weapons are the second foundation for cultivators, and you must refine and fuse them properly."

Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian explained the weapon-forging method in detail, and only then did they get down to business: "I need to leave the Immortal Mansion temporarily and go to the Yao Guang Realm, which is hundreds of millions of miles away, to bring Xueqi back to the mansion."

“Xuan, I will go with you!” Qiu Zixian stood up and took his hand, her eyes filled with worry. “Before, Bai Qianhuan and the others told me about my husband’s dangerous experience in the Devouring Demon Star Ruins, as well as the Immortal King’s bullying of the weak tens of thousands of years ago. I have been worried about him ever since.”

Chen Xuan grasped her soft hand in return, shaking his head with a smile:

"No need to worry, the sect leader will personally escort you on this trip. You should stay in the manor to cultivate. When I return, I will use the time acceleration power of the small tower to go into seclusion for a thousand years—a thousand years in the outside world is ten thousand years in the tower. After I come out of seclusion, I will take you to the Purple Mansion Holy Land to participate in the Dao Discussion among those of the same realm, and then return to our home star."

"Let's go back home!" Yu'er, Zhanxin, and the others' eyes lit up instantly. Their relatives were still alive on their home planet, and this news filled them with joy.

"Ten thousand years inside the tower?" Even Qiu Zixian, a top-tier inheritor of the demonic immortal lineage, was moved upon hearing this. Time is the most precious thing in the cultivation world, and ten thousand years of cultivation is enough to transform an ordinary cultivator.

Piaoxue, Zimo, and the others were secretly amazed, their eyes filled with shock.

Seeing their expressions, Chen Xuan knew they were worried, and immediately flicked his sleeve to throw out hundreds of ancient scrolls.

The scrolls unfurled and floated in the void above the main hall, each exuding a profound Daoist aura: "These are the Dao traces left behind by more than forty ancient quasi-emperors I observed in the Devouring Demon Star Ruins. They were copied by the small tower using its own essence, and are all the embodiment of eternal Daoist aura."

As everyone stared intently, they saw a variety of strange phenomena on the scroll: some depicted a bolt of purple lightning, with the arc of thunder seemingly echoing through the ages.

Some depict a clear spring, its flowing water containing the essence of life.

Whether it's a ray of dawn, a speck of dust, or a wisp of wind, all contain the profound truths of the universe.

"With these Dao traces assisting you, you will have enough foundation to become a First-Class Celestial Immortal within ten thousand years." Chen Xuan's expression turned solemn.

"But remember, transcending the tribulation to become an immortal is a life-or-death ordeal. I suggest that you do not easily trigger the heavenly tribulation within ten thousand years. After returning to your hometown, first try to transcend the tribulation with your second primordial spirit to accumulate experience in dealing with the heavenly tribulation. Even if the second primordial spirit fails and perishes, the main body will still be familiar with the power of the tribulation, and the success rate of transcending the tribulation will increase by 30%."

The atmosphere in the hall grew even more solemn upon mentioning the Heavenly Tribulation.

Even Chen Xuan dared not take this Heavenly Tribulation lightly in the slightest—the strength of the tribulation was closely related to a cultivator's foundation, opportunities, and path; the deeper the foundation, the more terrifying the Heavenly Tribulation.

Yu'er and the others were no longer naive newcomers, and naturally knew what it meant to transcend tribulation and become an immortal. It was a threshold of longevity that was enough to live through a Nebula Era, so they all nodded in unison.

Cultivators have no need for mortal sleep. That night, Chen Xuan and his seven Daoist companions sat around the scroll, observing the Dao traces and discussing the Dao and comprehending its laws. Daoist energy flowed within the hall, and occasionally, spiritual light would burst forth from between their brows.

Before dawn the next day, Chen Xuan walked out of the main gate of the immortal mansion alone. As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, a dark light swept over and wrapped around his wrist, transforming into a nimble little black snake—it was Bai Li who had rushed back.

"After two months of playing around outside, have you finished checking the homework of your subordinates?" Chen Xuan teased, lightly scratching its head with his fingertips.

"Hehe, I'm practicing just as Master instructed!" Bai Li rubbed his fingertips, her voice playful. "Is Master going out? Is he going to pick up Xueqi?"

“Exactly.” Chen Xuan nodded, took out a jade talisman engraved with a star map, and with a flick of his fingertips, the jade talisman shattered with a “crack.” The next instant, his figure appeared in the void of the sect’s third world.

Just as they stepped out of the spatial rift, the void not far away suddenly distorted, and a spatial vortex slowly unfolded.

A figure in black robes stepped out from the vortex, his face as resolute as if carved by a knife, his eyes deep as if they held billions of stars—it was none other than Jue Wuqing, the current sect master of the Jueqing Holy Land and a second-class Immortal King.