Waves Affect Everyone

Wang Xuan was in so much pain that he wanted to roll on the ground. The wisps of his spirit that were spreading outwards felt like they were being torn apart by a thousand knives. No matter how he tried to think, it was no use.

Even the thought of the Red-clothed Demon Immortal dancing wildly made him not want to watch anymore; all he wanted to do was scream and shout in pain.

"I want to punch that fake Old Zhang!" He was stunned by the red light, wrapped in the God Slaying Banner, and struggled around, using various physical techniques to release the pressure.

At this point, he tried various ways to distract himself, but none of them worked.

He thought of the Sword Immortal, chubby and about ten years old. After pinching her baby-faced cheeks several times, it seemed... not so appealing anymore.

As he burned to the point of near death, surrounded by red glows, he thought of several priceless treasures and dreamed of the future.

He stood atop the Carefree Boat, holding the Ascension Banner, traversing the Highest Grade Mental World. The Nurturing Life Furnace at the bow of the boat emitted auspicious rays, automatically gathering celestial herbs...

However, it was still no use. Wrapped in the flag, he performed a "death roll" in the dim light outside the red glow of the sunset. He was on the verge of collapse, crying out, "It hurts so much!"

He felt like his brain was about to explode. Even though there was no flesh and blood left, he had the illusion that his brain matter was about to flow out of his seven orifices. It hurt so much.

"Is there any living person or monster in this Land of Nothingness? Come out and fight!" He tried every possible way to distract himself.

At this moment, he wanted to challenge the entire universe and conquer the whole world. The excruciating pain of his heart tearing apart gave him a surge of courage, and he wanted to fight the Female Daoist practitioner one-on-one.

" Under the All under heaven is the king's land! This world is all the king's land, my land! Come on, who dares to fight me?"

Wang Xuan himself felt that he was suffering from a mental breakdown. He was so disoriented from the burns that he felt like he was about to explode. If this continued, he would really die.

The silver substance he brought with him was almost completely used up. At this moment, he reached his limit, and the magnificent red glow was gradually invading his spiritual body.

He could no longer play with fire. Persevering to the limit was not a failure. It not only tested his will but also tempered his primordial spirit. He transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance.

Thump!

He was like a shooting star crashing into the Life Pool; the crimson light on his body gradually faded and he was expelled.

At this moment, even in the desolate mountains of the Real World, the miniature version of the Sword Immortal was affected, and the amplitude was relatively large, with the mountains seemingly shaking.

She was shaken awake, still groggy, and grumbled in annoyance, "Damn it, can't a person get any sleep?!"

"I almost died just now?" When he was fully awake, Wang Xuan felt a wave of fear. The crimson glow spread into his primordial spirit, almost burning him through.

Upon closer inspection, his spiritual energy showed various "scorch marks," with some areas so badly eroded that they looked burnt.

The only saving grace was that before confronting the Crimson Glow, he had absorbed a large amount of silver matter, and his spirit contained boundless vitality, which allowed him to withstand the destructive power.

Otherwise, given his self-destructive methods, he might have been nearly killed by the red light, making the process extremely dangerous!

However, his spirit body was "charred black," and he suddenly felt that, without the help of the Life Pool, wisps of life were emerging from the charred parts of himself.

He stood up and stood above the rough pool, and found that it was indeed so; the painful tempering had stimulated a certain active force in his mind and consciousness.

"What happened?" He was lost in thought for a moment. After being strangled by the red glow, a new life was born.

He was lost in thought for a moment. This situation, this experience, seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had heard of it before.

"Oh, right," he suddenly remembered, his expression turning unnatural as he said, "Is this... similar to Lightning-Struck Wood?"

He was speechless for a moment. He was close to the human-shaped Lightning-Struck Wood, like a tree struck by lightning in a rainstorm, which survived the ordeal and lived on tenaciously.

"Am I now a rare and precious material, worth a fortune?" He looked down at his dark, grimy self.

Whether in ancient times or in the present world, whether they are extraordinary individuals or ordinary people with power and wealth, they all have a penchant for collecting Lightning-Struck Wood, which is ridiculously expensive.

"I've made myself successful through self-training!"

Wang Xuan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and stood above the pool observing himself. The aura of new life permeated the air, dispelling the rosy glow; he was indeed healing himself.

Experiencing inhuman torture is undoubtedly an extremely harsh form of training, one that he faced not long ago was even more severe than what so-called ascetics endure.

As the vitality gradually subsided and dissipated, Wang Xuan noticed that there were still "charred" areas, but he also observed that the wounds were gradually healing and the spirit seemed to have become more resilient.

"Enduring endless suffering and tempering oneself in the face of death—such extreme training is indeed effective and very good for one's development."

But this method is undoubtedly very... exhausting, and one can easily destroy oneself, which is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

Even if you are fearless and unafraid of death, you are not suitable to enter this arena. If you really dare to test your spirit like this, anyone else would have been exhausted long ago.

He returned to the pool once more, nourishing himself with its unparalleled vitality, replenishing his energy, eliminating all hidden dangers, until his spirit was completely shed.

Wang Xuan was certain that if he continued in this manner, he would definitely be able to advance to the next level, and it wouldn't be as simple as just breaking through the barrier.

"If I repeat this process a few more times and continuously experience the 'Lightning-Struck Wood,' I'll most likely be able to reach the later stages of the next realm!"

He recuperated here, washing away the "scorch marks," and his spirit became vigorous and even stronger once again. Outside, however, some of his flesh was also burned, and now parts of it were peeling off, flowing with a silvery light, and brimming with vitality.

His idea came true. He replaced the Super Material in a radical way. Although his physical body was initially damaged, it eventually attracted wisps of silver light.

Wang Xuan is still unaware of how dangerous his physical body was just now. When his spirit was attacked, his physical body also attracted a faint red mist.

Of course, it was just a very faint wisp of Mist Silk that almost peeled off a layer of skin after passing over his body!

In the aftermath of the calamity, amidst the desolate soil, his physical body became stronger, his physique improved, and the silver light soothed those horrific wounds.

If Wang Xuan had known what had just happened beforehand, he might not have dared to do it. This extreme method of cultivation is a bit like bungee jumping at the entrance to a dark, gaping hell.

And so, the Void to the outside world, Wang Xuan began to cause trouble again.

After recovering from his injuries, he quickly ran into the depths of darkness, waiting for the rosy dawn to appear, truly walking on the line between life and death.

After two times, he took the Silver Beast Skin Book, which was magical. It had hundreds of characters on it, each of which could absorb a lot of silver substance.

While Wang Xuan was being extremely strict with himself and engaging in extreme cultivation, the outside world was also in turmoil, making it impossible for him to find peace.

Within the grand curtain, the Carefree Boat soars, and the World-Crossing Sword reappears, throwing several immortal realms into chaos. In each grand curtain, corresponding peerless masters are taking action, chasing after supreme treasures.

In the Real World, in outer space, Chen Yongjie's spirit left the spaceship, facing the sun... slightly burning, his whole body radiating Buddha's light and golden energy, Shine Upon the heavens.

"It's really strange. The earthquakes keep happening, and even I'm severely affected. I was fine before!"

Once again enveloped by intense solar fire, he fled at breakneck speed, entered the spaceship, and used his physical body and blood to extinguish the fire, thus escaping the crisis.

"Master, how are you? Have you found a way out?" Qing Mu asked from inside the spaceship.

"No, on the contrary, I was shaken quite badly. Could it really be related to that kid?" Chen Yongjie suspected that if he was shaken a few more times, he might drop his cultivation level.

"Hurry up and go find someone!" He decided to turn back. He couldn't stand it anymore. How could anyone cultivate under such circumstances? They came every now and then.

In an Old Earth city, Great Immortal Huang was driving when he suddenly started shaking violently, causing the car to vibrate as well.

"Oh my god, it's here, this time it's for real, I... I'm about to drop in cultivation level!" His face turned pale, Kong Yun in the car was also very nervous.

Among their companions, the car behind them also shook and stopped quickly, and Zhou Shiqian got out of the car unsteadily.

"Isn't that the rising New Star, the fairy singer? She's supposedly a superhuman. What's her story? Quick, take a picture so we can use it for news reports."

In the Land of Nothingness, Wang Xuan was once again covered in wounds. He used the wisps of red glow to cleanse part of his spirit. He didn't know how many times he had become "Lightning-Struck Wood," but he felt that he had made great progress this time.

"My strength is increasing rapidly. Hmm, recover from my injuries and continue!" he murmured. "Extreme suffering, hellish training, naturally there should be corresponding gains."

Not long after, he set off again!

Outside, the spaceship rapidly descended, approaching the ground. Guan Lin, who was also on board, was a little nervous and asked, "Old Chen, are you alright?"

At this moment, Chen Yongjie was wearing a kasaya that emitted a faint red light. He held Snow White Conch in his left hand and Soul Locking Bell in his right hand. He looked solemn and dignified, as if he were in the process of enlightenment.

"It's alright, I can feel it. It's just the ceiling pressing down. I haven't broken through the slab yet. With my strong foundation, it's not serious."

At this moment, the two groups of people Heng Jun sent were all terrified. The past two hours had been a nerve-wracking experience, making their hearts sink.

"Is it due to the struggle for the ultimate treasure behind the Great Curtain?" someone asked bitterly.

"Probably." Someone next to him nodded.

At this moment, there was another tremor, and someone said in despair, "I am about to collapse."

He could clearly sense his own condition; his cultivation was weakening, and if he were hit a couple more times, he would be finished and would definitely fall out of the Carefree Journey Realm.

One of them spoke with a solemn expression, "We need to talk to the relevant departments, and also find Chen Yongjie and Guan Lin, and reach some agreements with them as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we all fall below the Carefree Journey Realm, we will lack the deterrent power against the human world, and we will be very passive when facing warships."

"Last time, we didn't pay attention to him, and we could sense that he was very resentful. He's a hostile person towards us. Should we take care of him first?"

"At this stage, we should prioritize stability and find someone to talk to!"

They were somewhat worried and anxious. There was nothing more terrifying than a drop in cultivation level; it was a bloody massacre of their cultivation.

New Star rose, some demons turned pale. What was going on lately? How unfair was Heaven to them! The demon race had just experienced a bloody upheaval, and now even the heavens were beginning to shake them.

In the Old Earth, whether they are immortals or Transcendent Immortals, the number of beings crossing over from other realms is greater than that of the New Star, and the atmosphere is now extremely solemn.

Deep within the universe, in a secluded place, the old fox stood speechless, gazing up at the sky, and sighed, "Is this ever going to end? I've cultivated diligently for many years, waiting for this lifetime, ready to suppress the Transcendent Immortals. Isn't that enough?!"

Then, it had to use a powerful technique to cleanse itself with the Heavenly Fox True Blood.

On the Yuhua Star, among the strongest lineages, many people looked at a powerful man with a ruddy complexion and snow-white hair. He exhaled a puff of white mist and sighed, "What is destined to decay cannot be stopped in the end."

As the New Moon rose, "Old Zhang" put down his wobbly teacup and had to get up. He began practicing an extremely powerful physical technique to steady himself.

"Why does it keep shaking?" After a moment, he stopped his stance, then shook it lightly again. He took out a rusty bronze mirror and... gave it a shake, shining the mysterious mirror light on himself.

In the secret realm, the Red-clothed Demon Immortal, holding Oil-paper Umbrella, began to dance gracefully in the drizzle. This was an unpredictable martial art, with beautiful postures but extremely powerful effects!

In the misty rain, with her graceful movements, she flashed like lightning, like a red sprite in the rain, her black hair flying, Clear and Transcendent.

In the Old Earth, desolate mountains, beneath the soil, the miniature Sword Immortal, shaken by the earthquake, flew away from her little nest and groggily awoke.

"Why is it happening again? It ambushed me a while ago, slowing down my growth and even causing me to grow in reverse. How awful!" she said, still grumpy from waking up.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes blinked, as if she sensed something. Then, she used the light of her sword to clear a path underground and quickly headed towards a certain place at the foot of the Desolate Mountain.

Not long after, she dug it up... Wang Xuan!

Just then, a wisp of red mist on his body disappeared, and silver light gradually rose, which surprised her greatly. Then she took a deep breath.

"So comfortable!" The miniature Sword Immortal was powerless against the silver mist, and took several deep breaths, a satisfied smile spreading across her chubby face.

Thanks to: Immortal Qi Tian, and thank you for your support Silver Alliance!