Breakthrough to Nascent Soul Late Stage, Reward: Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm

Vermilion Bird Planet.

Zhao Kingdom, Mist Forest.

Mist swirled between the trees, rising like ghosts and seemingly shrouding the entire forest in a mysterious atmosphere.

Every living creature within this terrifying forest radiated an eerie aura, making it impossible for anyone to resist the sense of encroaching dread.

Yet, deep within the Mist Forest lay a breathtaking sanctuary, a true paradise on earth.

The environment here was exquisite, encircled by the Huai River and planted with a variety of trees, the most striking of which were the neatly arranged peach trees, each branch heavy with ripe, crimson fruit.

As a spring breeze brushed past, scattering peach blossoms like rain, a handsome youth in snow-white robes, holding a jade flute, appeared out of thin air.

The youth possessed an elegant, peerless appearance with flawless skin, and his clear, pale blue eyes emitted a soft, warm glow.

The youth was named Luo Chuan. At twenty-five years old, he was one of the founding ancestors of the Hengyue Sect in the Zhao Kingdom and the youngest Nascent Soul powerhouse on the Vermilion Bird Planet.

Because Luo Chuan was a transmigrator, he possessed extraordinary talent and peerless aptitude. He condensed his Qi at three, reached Foundation Establishment at five, and attained the Golden Core realm by thirteen.

The Nascent Soul ancestors of the Hengyue Sect were overjoyed upon learning this. To recruit Luo Chuan, they chose to cede their positions as founding ancestors to him, allowing him to co-manage the entire Hengyue Sect.

Later, Luo Chuan decided to devote himself to cultivation. For years, he had walked on thin ice, remaining in this sanctuary to cultivate unless a major crisis struck the sect.

[Congratulations to the Host for successfully breaking through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage. Immortal Exile System triggered. Reward: Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm.]

[Daily check-in complete. Reward: One hundred spirit stones.]

Looking at the system rewards that had suddenly appeared, a meaningful smile touched Luo Chuan's peerless face, a sight that would have left anyone breathless.

"Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm... I didn't expect the system to reward me with something like this. System, the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm shouldn't restrict the user's cultivation, right?"

[In reply to the Host, the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm is entirely different from a standard Ultimate Realm. It will not restrict the Host's cultivation; you may use it with peace of mind.]

Hearing the voice in his ear, Luo Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

After all, an Ultimate Realm was an incredibly domineering existence across the entire cultivation world.

The Ultimate Realm had existed since the ancient era, though no one knew how to cultivate to reach such a state.

It was only known that whenever an Ultimate Realm appeared, it signaled bloodshed; to cultivators, it represented disaster and terror.

However, while an Ultimate Realm allowed a cultivator to be invincible among their peers, it had a fatal flaw: the cultivator would lose the chance to reach the Spirit Transformation realm, their cultivation permanently stalled at the Nascent Soul stage, unable to progress further.

Yet, the energy of the Ultimate Realm was incomparably fierce. A cultivator was nearly invincible at their own level, and even those with higher cultivation could find no escape before it.

"I haven't returned to the Hengyue Sect in years. I wonder how the sect is faring now."

Luo Chuan leaped lightly, soaring over a hundred meters high like a wild goose.

A blood-red qilin within the clouds slowly opened its eyes. As if receiving a summons, it flew over at high speed, steadily catching the descending Luo Chuan.

They flew straight toward the Hengyue Sect at top speed.

Zhao Kingdom, Hengyue Sect.

The once magnificent sect buildings had long since been destroyed. Countless disciples lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to stay out of the way.

Even True Person Huanglong, the Sect Master of Hengyue, was bleeding from his seven orifices as he lay on the ground, staring with furious eyes at Pu Nanzi, the Sect Master of the Mystic Dao Sect, who hovered in mid-air.

"Senior Pu Nanzi, our Hengyue Sect has always been on good terms with the Mystic Dao Sect. Now that my master has not yet returned..."

"Not returned?"

Pu Nanzi stood with one hand behind his back and sneered, "Junior Nephew Ouyang should have told you all not long ago: every Nascent Soul ancestor of the Hengyue Sect has already fallen on the extraterrestrial battlefield."

Elder Liu Wenju looked at the shattered soul jade slips, his heart aching with agony. With bloodshot eyes, he shouted, "Even if all our ancestors have fallen, Ancestor Luo Chuan is still alive! Are you not afraid of his retribution?!"

Pu Nanzi scoffed in disdain, "That brat Luo Chuan was merely at the Golden Core stage back then. Even with his talent, it is impossible for him to have broken through to the Nascent Soul realm!"

"Leave Hengyue Peak at once, or today, not even a chicken or dog shall be left alive!"

Seeing that Pu Nanzi showed no mercy, the elders and disciples of the Hengyue Sect looked at each other, their hearts filled with guilt toward their sect.

A flash of pain crossed Liu Wenju's eyes as he let out a long, hot sigh. "Forget it... we cannot defend the Hengyue Sect... give it to them."

The other cultivators felt their hearts break at the Great Elder's words. In the end, they could only retract their magical treasures and follow the Great Elder as he turned to walk down Hengyue Peak.

"My Mystic Dao Sect is recruiting disciples. Those who stay will be rewarded with pills for healing and cultivation."

Hearing this, the former disciples of the Hengyue Sect did not hesitate; most chose to stay and join the Mystic Dao Sect.

True Person Daoxu pointed at them, trembling all over, and cursed angrily, "You bunch of ungrateful wretches!"

Liu Wenju shook his head and sighed, "Let it be. Everyone has their own path; let them go."

Just as Liu Wenju and the others were about to leave, the once-clear blue sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, thunder, and lightning. Bronze-colored heavenly lightning wove through the clouds like dragons and snakes.

Wherever it passed, the void on both sides instantly shattered and warped.

Feeling the energy fluctuations radiating through the air, both Liu Wenju and the Mystic Dao Sect's Nascent Soul ancestor, Pu Nanzi, stood frozen in place, unable to believe their eyes.

"This astonishing deterrent force... could it be, the Nascent Soul Late Stage!"

Pu Nanzi's heart trembled. He stumbled back two steps, then suddenly looked up at the blood-red qilin in the clouds.

Luo Chuan stood atop the qilin, looking down at the scene below. With one hand behind his back, he began to walk forward.

Luo Chuan's pace as he walked through the air appeared unhurried, yet every time his foot landed, ripples would spread across the void. By the time the ripples dissipated, his figure had already appeared a hundred meters away, a display of profound mystery.

After a few such strides, in the span of mere moments, his figure flashed into the very center of the Hengyue Sect's plaza.

Luo Chuan kept one hand behind his back, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the devastated grounds. His brows furrowed slightly, and the pressure shrouding the plaza intensified significantly at that moment.

"It's the Founding Ancestor! It's Founding Ancestor Luo Chuan!"

"It really is Founding Ancestor Luo Chuan! He has broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Elder Liu Wenju and the others immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces as they choked out, "Disciple Liu Wenju pays respects to Founding Ancestor Luo Chuan!"

Luo Chuan turned his head slightly to look at Pu Nanzi, the Nascent Soul Realm ancestor of the Mystic Dao Sect who was drenched in cold sweat, and said indifferently, "Kneel, or die!"