After passing through the valley guarded by three generations of Xuanqing Palace disciples, Chen Xuan strolled leisurely, as if stepping into a beautiful landscape painting.

Looking up, one sees a continuous stretch of verdant mountains, one after another, extending for thousands of miles, each one towering majestically, hundreds or even thousands of feet high, piercing the clouds.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, one can vaguely see celestial birds and mythical beasts flying and circling freely. Some are agile eagles, spreading their huge wings and cutting through the sky; others are brightly colored deer, their nimble figures leaping and darting among the rocks, like spirits of the mountains.

"Indeed, this is a treasure land where immortals reside and cultivate for a long time," Chen Xuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Chen Shen took a breath and immediately sensed that the world was filled with a dense, almost tangible spiritual energy, and the source of this spiritual energy was a heaven-rank spirit-gathering array of astonishing scale.

The exquisiteness and grandeur of this formation far surpassed any formation he had ever seen before. The aura it emitted seemed to draw upon the essence of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

However, before he could fully appreciate this dreamlike, otherworldly beauty, an invisible pressure swept over him like a surging tide, instantly enveloping him.

The oppressive aura was like fine needles that could penetrate anywhere, or like a vast and boundless, all-encompassing power that dominated the heavens and the earth. It was like a deadly weapon hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment, exuding a chilling aura of death.

This caused every inch of Chen Xuan's skin to tense up unconsciously. The feeling of being constantly threatened by death was extremely uncomfortable, like being a small boat in a stormy sea, on the verge of collapse.

"As expected of the Nine Heavens Profound Purity Palace, the pressure from this grand formation is almost as strong as the protective formation of the Azure Heaven Marquis's Mansion. It must be a formation above the Heaven Rank." Chen Xuan marveled inwardly, his eyes filled with solemnity and curiosity.

Just as Chen Xuan was concentrating on carefully sensing the heavy pressure brought by the multiple arrays, a casual yet slightly carefree voice suddenly rang out beside him.

Turning around, what came into view was none other than the slovenly fat man dressed in a rat costume who had previously helped with the challenge.

His clothes were still loose and wrinkled, as if they hadn't been taken care of in a long time, and his face showed a mixture of fatigue and excitement after completing the challenge.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on successfully passing through the corridor." Chen Xuan's voice did indeed reveal a hint of surprise.

Consider the cold, aloof young man in white who had cultivated the Crimson Bright Nine Heavens Diagram to the sixth level, and the extraordinary young woman in red who came from a large tribe. Both of them had such high starting points, yet they failed to pass this test. But this fat man who was usually inconspicuous and even a bit slovenly actually managed to break through, which was truly unexpected.

"Hehe, congratulations to you too." The slovenly fat man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and cupped his hands in a smile at Chen Xuan. His smile was a mix of naivety and pride. "I was quite surprised that you were able to break in."

Now that we have both successfully reached this point, we are destined to cultivate together in the Xuanqing Palace in the future, and we will be fellow disciples of the same generation.

The change in their identities naturally led to a subtle shift in their attitudes toward each other, fostering a greater sense of closeness and expectation.

Chen Xuan smiled gently at the disheveled fat man and said, "I am Chen Xuan, a rogue cultivator from a remote place. It is my great fortune to be able to become a disciple of Xuanqing Palace with you, fellow Daoist."

"Ah, me? I'm a free-spirited cultivator, born and raised by nature. I've been an orphan since I was little, and I grew up relying entirely on the kindness of the tribe members, drinking milk from many families." Wang Kaixuan scratched his head, a look of nostalgia on his face.

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