I Want to Return to the Mortal Realm

Xia City, city center.

Beside the Ministry of Military building stood a library.

It was not particularly large, a little over two thousand square meters.

It held many books, almost all related to cultivation and the pursuit of the Dao. There were all manner of Daoist canon texts inside, more than three thousand volumes in total.

Over the centuries, the human ancestors of the Xia Kingdom had acquired these classics from the various World Fragments they entered.

Things like the Wanderer Beyond and the Baopuzi, with roughly a dozen or so versions of each kept here.

Well, every version was different.

Some came from martial worlds, some from worlds of Daoist arts, and some from xianxia worlds.

Because the worlds differed, the essential principles set down in writing differed as well. Though their core ideas remained unchanged, the foundations upon which they developed were vastly different.

A month was not long for cultivators. Soon enough, the Endless Battlefield closed, and they were sent out.

Li Su was the first to be found.

He had been teleported to a place relatively close to Mystic River, and before long, Zhang Hao found him.

Having once left the power of karma upon him, Zhang Hao detected him the instant he appeared.

Just as with Teacher Yi Ren and the others, the moment Grandmaster caught hold of Li Su, he immediately began examining him. A moment later, his expression became incomparably grave.

It was not merely his Dao arts and divine powers. The blockage in his meridians was severe. Even immortal essence entering them could not budge it in the slightest. It was like the mixed spiritual roots mentioned in certain xianxia World Fragments—cultivation was simply impossible.

Grandmaster immediately took Li Su back to Xia City.

Afterward, Zhu Shuai and the others came as