Struggle for Ancestral Mountain
Chen Lingxi remained seated in the Inlaid Gold Mountain, unmoved.
But his mind was no longer in the cave.
His perspective followed Lin Suri as they entered the Ancestral Mountain.
Ancestral Mountain.
As mentioned before, Ancestral Mountain is not large.
Chen Lingxi had explored this mountain.
The entire mountain is only a few miles in circumference. Even an ordinary person could walk from the foot of the mountain to the top and back down in an hour.
But now, the interior of this Ancestral Mountain has undergone a complete transformation.
Lin Suri stepped into the churning, thick fog, as if entering an invisible door.
Beyond the fog... a vast expanse of sky and earth appeared!
Chen Lingxi was greatly surprised!
"This Ancestral Mountain is truly mysterious!"
It was clearly daytime outside Ancestral Mountain.
But in this world, it was already late at night.
The stars hang high in the sky.
The stars, densely packed, covered the entire night sky, some large, some small, some bright, some dim, arranged in patterns Chen Lingxi had never seen before.
The starlight was not cold or aloof; instead, it possessed a warm, almost milky white hue, like countless pearls embedded in a vast piece of dark brocade, emitting a soft glow.
Starlight streamed down, illuminating the entire world.
Chen Lingxi could clearly see that Lin Suri was standing on the ground, looking around, but he could no longer see any mist or any scenery outside the mountains.
The path we came from has vanished, the swirling fog has vanished, and even the Ancestral Mountain itself has disappeared.
It felt as if this place was an independent world, completely isolated from the outside world.
Chen Lingxi frowned.
"There are too many mysterious things in this world," he thought to himself.
When he visited that Ancestral Mountain before, he had memorized many of its terrain features.
He memorized the locations of the three main peaks, the direction of the streams, the positions of the old pines, and the steepness of the cliffs, so that he could have some advantage when the Mother Qi was born.
Unexpectedly, the Ancestral Mountain has changed drastically; it no longer resembles a mountain but rather a small Cave Heaven.
He was surprised, but his gaze never left Lin Suri's perspective.
He followed Lin Suri's gaze and carefully examined the unfamiliar world before him.
Upon closer inspection, Chen Lingxi realized that the direction of the earth's veins and the arrangement of the mountains in this small Cave Heaven seemed vaguely familiar.
In the distance, there are three continuous mountain ranges arranged in a triangular shape. The mountains are not particularly steep, but they have a deep and profound atmosphere.
The mountainside was shrouded in mist, obscuring the summit in a hazy mist. Only a few gnarled old pines, their verdant green leaves glistening, could be vaguely seen growing on the peak.
Chen Lingxi's pupils contracted slightly.
He recognized him.
Those three mountains were actually the Ancestral Mountain's Three Peaks.
They are just many times larger than before.
The Ancestral Mountain, which was originally only a few miles in circumference, appeared to be magnified more than a hundred times in this small Cave Heaven.
The three main peaks stand majestically, like three silent giants crouching under the starlight. Although the mountains are not steep, their heavy and profound aura makes it almost impossible to breathe.
His gaze passed over the three mountains and reached a more distant view.
In the distance, there is a wisp of misty clouds, and amidst the swirling clouds, a Heavenly Lake on a mountain can be vaguely seen.
The Heavenly Lake was extremely large and vast, suspended in mid-air, like a bright mirror held up by clouds and mist. The water was as clear as jade, shimmering under the starlight.
A very thin white mist slowly swirls on the surface of the pool, like a living veil, enveloping the entire Heavenly Lake in a mysterious halo.
Chen Lingxi understood.
That was the original mountain peak.
However, within this small world, the mountain peak was lifted into the air by some force, transforming into a suspended celestial Heavenly Lake.
His gaze continued forward, and beneath the Heavenly Lake stretched a river that seemed to have no end in sight.
The river's water was clear and jade-like, meandering like a giant, emerald python that had slept for millennia, coiled on the earth. Its surface shimmered, reflecting the cold light of the countless stars in the sky.
Chen Lingxi couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Those were originally the streams that flowed along the mountainside of Ancestral Mountain.
Within this small Cave Heaven, those few streams, barely a few feet wide, had transformed into such a vast river.
What secrets does this Ancestral Mountain hold?
Chen Lingxi's heart was churning with emotions.
Just as Chen Lingxi was lost in thought, Lin Suri suddenly heard several voices.
The sound came from the direction of the three mountains in the distance. At first, it was extremely far away and faint, but in an instant, it was already close at hand.
The sound contained fluctuations of spiritual energy, as if someone was using spiritual energy to activate some kind of sound transmission technique, yet it was completely different from ordinary sound transmission techniques.
"Who dares to trespass into the spiritual land of my Dongchu Immortal Clan!"
This sharp shout was like a thunderclap that exploded in this tranquil little Cave Heaven.
Through Lin Suri's perspective, Chen Lingxi saw several cultivators approaching from a distance.
The cultivators arrived extremely quickly, their feet treading on some strange light. The light was pale blue, trailing behind them like several blue fireflies, tracing arcs under the starlight, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of Lin Suri.
The leader was a middle-aged monk.
He was about forty years old, dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and wearing a jade crown inlaid with a green pearl.
Behind him were three young cultivators, all in their early twenties, dressed similarly to the middle-aged cultivator, except that the jewels inlaid on their jade crowns were smaller and paler in color.
As soon as they landed, they surrounded Lin Suri.
The middle-aged cultivator sized up Lin Suri, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Fierce Tiger Token at his waist and the Two-Foot Jade Sword. A very subtle hint of surprise flashed in his eyes before he regained his cold and stern expression.
"Who are you?" he spoke again, his voice now deeper and more resonant than before, like an invisible drum being struck loudly in the Void, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly. "Why do you trespass on the territory of my Dongchu Immortal Clan?"
Lin Suri did not answer.
He didn't even glance at the middle-aged cultivator, but merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators surrounding him.
Then, he flicked his fingers slightly.
A thick stream of Purple True Treasure Aura shot out from his fingertips.
The Purple True Treasure Aura was as thick as an arm, condensed to the point of being almost tangible, like a purple true dragon that had been suppressed for a long time finally breaking free of its restraints and roaring out from his fingertips.
The purple light was so bright that it dimmed the light of the countless stars in the sky, and it was so bright that the eyes of the cultivators were forced to squint.
The middle-aged cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted.
He moved almost at the exact same instant Lin Suri snapped his fingers.
He reached for his waist with his right hand, and a beam of light shot out from a small leather pouch at his waist. It grew in the wind and transformed into a heavy stone shield in front of him.
The stone shield was about three feet square and half a foot thick, its surface covered with intricate patterns, and a faint, earthy-yellow aura emanated from it.
The other three young cultivators have not yet reacted!
The Purple True Treasure Aura resembled a flying spiritual sword.
It crashed into that thick stone shield.
Then, the stone shield split open.
The purple light pierced through the very center of the stone shield silently and without any obstruction.
The flowing, earthy-yellow aura on the stone shield dimmed completely at that moment, and the shield surface cracked inch by inch, with cracks spreading wildly from the center in all directions.
The middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked down at his chest, where a hole about the thickness of a finger had appeared, running from his chest down to his back, its edges as smooth as a mirror.
Fresh blood gushed from the hole, spreading a dark red stain on his dark blue brocade robe.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of hot blood gushed from his throat before he fell straight backward.
The purple light pierced through the stone shield and then through his chest, but it did not dissipate.
It paused Subtle Insight in the Void, then, like a hungry wolf that had caught the scent of blood, it suddenly split into three and shot towards the three young cultivators.
Before the three could even react, a hole appeared between their eyebrows.
Fresh blood seeped from the hole, trickling down the bridge of his nose and dripping onto the grass at his feet.
Four people fell to the ground.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. From the moment Lin Suri snapped his fingers until the four people died, he stood there motionless, not even the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind.
Lin Suri stepped forward and searched the corpses. He took off the leather pouch from the middle-aged cultivator's waist, and collected the jade crowns, jade pendants, and pouches from the three men, putting them all into his own Hongdong Bag.
Chen Lingxi took in all of this from Lin Suri's perspective.
But his mind wasn't on the spoils of war.
"The Dongchu Immortal Clan?"
He pondered those four words repeatedly in his mind, feeling an indescribable sense of absurdity rising from the depths of his heart.
In this Cave Heaven, he had never seen or heard of any local figure cultivating Qi.
Even Xiao Changlü and Yuan Yuan, who Mystic Entry Realm, all cultivated the Qi-Blood Martial Dao without exception.
So where do cultivation Lineage come from in this Qi-Less Realm?
He then thought about it again and realized that this Ancestral Mountain had its own mysteries.
"Could it be... that this Ancestral Mountain Interconnection to the outside world?"
The more Chen Lingxi thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
In the Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven where he resided, the Ancestral Mountain was an ordinary mountain shrouded in thick fog. It was not high and the Spiritual Qi was thin, just like a desolate mountain with nothing special about it.
Yet in other places, it is a place of such mystery.
The Dongchu Immortal Clan is very likely the native cultivators of this "other place".
"This Ancestral Mountain Interconnection to other Cave Heaven, secret realms, or even... the Great World."
Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it any longer.
His eyes suddenly burned with intensity.
"If that's the case, is it possible for me to escape from this Ancestral Mountain?"
This thought, like a blazing fire, suddenly ignited in his heart.
He struggled for a long time in this Qi-Less Grotto-Heaven, but still could not escape!
The root cause is simply that this Cave Heaven is about to perish, and he is nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust within Cave Heaven.
If Xi Family True Lord had been still in the Cave Heaven when he used the World-Refining Furnace to refine the Cave Heaven, he would have been certain to die, with no chance of survival.
However, if he could escape through this Ancestral Mountain, then the Xi Family patriarch's refining of the Cave Heaven would not affect him.
Chen Lingxi a deep breath, firmly engraving the thought in her mind, and then turned her gaze back to Lin Suri's perspective.
Just then, a booming sound suddenly came from afar.
The roar was initially very distant and faint, like a muffled thunderclap rolling across the horizon, but in an instant it grew louder and became a deafening roar.
The entire small Cave Heaven trembled Subtle Insight at the loud noise, the starlight flickered, the mountains roared, and ripples spread across the clear, azure surface of the Heavenly Lake.
Lin Suri obviously heard the sound as well.
A golden light flashed in his eyes, and he activated the Far-Observation Art from afar.
Through Lin Suri's perspective, Chen Lingxi saw the scene in the far distance.
On the distant plain, three people were locked in a fierce battle.
To be precise, it was one person beating two others.
Chen Lingxi knew the person who had the upper hand all too well.
He was born with red lips and white teeth, and his face was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly. He wore a moon-white long robe, and a long sword hung at his waist. The scabbard was entirely silver-white, and a jade-green gem was inlaid on the hilt.
It was Lu Baizhong.
At this moment, Lu Baizhong held a precious sword, which was already unsheathed, with pale golden lightning flowing like boiling water on its blade.
He was still using his extremely exquisite Qi-Conducting Sword Sutra. Once the sword was unleashed, it was impenetrable. Wherever the sword light passed, countless fine, pale golden arcs of electricity leaped out from the sword, like a reversed golden rainstorm, covering the two of them.
The two men were forced to retreat repeatedly by the impenetrable sword force, struggling to defend themselves and ending up in a sorry state.
Thanks to Lin Suri's Far-Observation Art, Chen Lingxi was able to clearly see the appearances of the two people.
The two men both appeared to be in their early thirties; one wore a black robe, and the other a moon-white brocade robe.
These two were also extremely powerful, both at the Qi Circulation Seventh Floor Realm.
With a casual flick of his longsword, Lu Baizhong unleashed a streak of pale golden lightning as thick as an arm.
The lightning bolt traveled with incredible speed, shattering the black-robed man's spiritual energy into pieces. Its momentum undiminished, it then blasted towards the brocade-robed man's chest.
The man in the brocade robe raised his hands, lifting up a phantom mountain to barely block the lightning bolt, but the phantom mountain was shaken open with fine cracks.
Lu Baizhong strolled leisurely, then casually unleashed another sword strike.
The sword strike was light and seemingly without any force, yet the air was silently cleaved in its wake, leaving a very thin and faint vacuum crack. The two men were in a very sorry state!
Chen Lingxi's eyes narrowed slightly. "Lu Baizhong has already reached the Qi Circulation Seventh Floor, and the other two are also Seventh Floor cultivators!"
What surprised Chen Lingxi even more was that even with the two Seventh Floor cultivators working together, they were still completely suppressed by Lu Baizhong.
"Also on the Seventh Floor, Lu Baizhong was able to fight two opponents at once, and even had energy left over."
His Thunder Arts Sword Scripture too domineering; every strike carried the power of heavenly thunder, and the Sword Qi contained extremely condensed thunderous power.
At this moment, Lu Baizhong suddenly spoke up.
He spoke casually, "The Truth-Seekers in the Great Zhou actually knows the mysteries of the Ancestral Mountain!"
His gaze fell on the man in the black robe, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips.
His smile seemed innocent and carefree, but in his eyes there was only a condescending, almost indifferent indifference.
"In this world, I was born of the Great Li! If you dare to come, I will cripple your cultivation and seize your spiritual energy."
Chen Lingxi felt a slight tremor in her heart.
Great Zhou.
These two cultivators were actually from the Great Zhou Kingdom.
As he pondered this, a dramatic change occurred on the battlefield.
Lu Baizhong seemed to have lost patience and stopped dealing with the two men.
He raised his longsword high, and the pale golden lightning on the blade shone brightest at that moment.
The light was so intense, it was as if he were holding a small sun in his hand, turning the entire plain into a dazzling pale gold.
The man in the black robe and the man in the brocade robe both changed color at the same time.
The two exchanged a glance, seemingly having made up their minds, and unleashed their spiritual energy without reservation.
Two mysterious spells were suspended high in the air, radiating spiritual light!
The three of them collided unexpectedly on the plain.
In that instant, the world fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sound wave erupted from the point of impact and spread in all directions.
As the sound waves passed, a thick layer of earth was lifted up, and pebbles and grass clippings flew everywhere!
After the smoke and dust cleared, Chen Lingxi was able to see the scene clearly.
Lu Baizhong remained standing in the same spot, completely still.
The pale golden lightning on the longsword in his hand had completely dissipated, leaving only a few extremely thin and faint arcs of electricity flickering at the tip of the sword.
There wasn't even a trace of strain on his youthful face, with its rosy lips and white teeth.
The man in black robes and the man in brocade robes, however, were sent flying more than a hundred feet away.
Just then, Lu Baizhong made a move.
He gently flipped the longsword in his hand, and the dark aura on the blade disappeared completely, replaced by a thicker and more refined layer of pale golden lightning.
The lightning was not as intense and dazzling as before; instead, it was extremely restrained, merely swirling tightly around the sword.
He took a step forward, and as he did, the ground beneath his feet, already cracked from the previous collision, shattered even further.
He moved like a bolt of pale golden lightning, instantly closing in on the man in black robes to within three zhang of him.
The longsword in his hand was already raised high, the pale golden lightning on the blade dazzlingly bright. If this sword were to strike, the head of the man in the black robe would fly off.
"This Lu Baizhong's Killing Power is simply astonishing!" Chen Lingxi exclaimed in surprise.
Right at this moment...
An unexpected change occurred!
A large bridge stretched across the distance.
The bridge appeared without warning. One moment it was an empty Void, and the next a majestic bridge of spiritual light stretched out from the Void, spanning the sky!
The bridge is several tens of meters long, and its radiance is palpable.
At the end of the bridge stood a figure.
The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a Daoist robe, standing at the head of the bridge with his hands behind his back.
He was not particularly outstanding in appearance, with an ordinary face, except for his unfathomable eyes.
He stood there at the bridgehead, his Daoist robe fluttering Subtle Insight in the wind.
Lu Baizhong's seemingly inevitable sword strike froze the instant the Lingguang Bridge appeared.
His pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes. The lightning sword shadow that was originally aimed at the man in black robes was forcibly reversed at this moment, and was slashed at the figure on the Spirit Light Bridge.
Where the sword flashed, countless fine scorch marks were burned into the air, emitting a piercing hissing sound.
The person on the bridge merely raised their hand slightly.
He raised his right hand, pressed it down in mid-air, and his sleeves fluttered.
The hand seemed to be casually pressing down in the Void, but with that press, the spiritual bridge that spanned the sky suddenly extended outwards, like an invisible giant sword slashing down from the Void and pressing down.
The stone bridge struck the pale golden lightning, as if a heavy spiritual shield had struck a thin needle.
The lightning shattered into countless golden fragments, but the Spirit Bridge remained completely still; not even a single crack appeared in the intricate patterns on its surface.
Lu Baizhong frowned slightly and his figure leaped back several feet.
He raised his head, looking at the stone bridge and the person standing with his hands behind his back at the bridgehead. For the first time, a faint trace of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes.
"The Xi Family's Divine Ability Longevity Bridge?"
The man remained silent.
He then slowly raised the hand that had been pressing down in Void and gave it a light, loose grasp towards Lu Baizhong.
With that grasp, the surface of the spirit bridge suddenly cracked open, and countless spirit ropes as thick as a child's arm shot out from the crack, like hundreds of stone dragons awakening at the same time, wrapping around Lu Baizhong from all directions.
The two Great Zhou also stood up again at this moment.
The two exchanged a glance, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes. They unleashed the last of their spiritual energy, channeling their magic to attack Lu Baizhong.
With the spirit rope in front and two spells on the left and right, the three-pronged attack sealed off all of Lu Baizhong's escape routes.
Lu Baizhong snorted coldly.
The longsword in his hand suddenly flipped, and a dark golden lightning flashed forth.
A talisman slowly rose, dazzlingly bright, and seemingly filled with earth-shattering power!
Rumble!
A burst of inspiration!
He stopped the three of them in an instant!
Then, Lu Baizhong turned and left.
He sheathed his longsword, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a pale golden streak of light, flying towards the third mountain among the three mountains in the distance.
The speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the mountains, leaving no trace.
Defeated, they fled far away.
Lin Suri made his move at that moment.
With a swift movement, he silently pursued after them, like a pale golden afterimage.
His speed was equally astonishing.
The two of them then flew one after the other toward the third mountain.
The third mountain was more precipitous than the other two. Its slopes were sheer, and its walls were covered with gnarled old pines and dense vines, casting overlapping shadows under the starlight.
Lu Baizhong's sword flashed briefly on the mountainside before disappearing into a very secluded cave.
Lin Suri followed closely behind, landing on the platform in front of the cave. Just as he was about to go inside, the sound of drums suddenly came from afar.
The drumbeats were deep and rapid, as if hundreds of giant drums were being struck from underground, shaking the rocks and making the starlight tremble.
Amidst the drumbeats, another Great Banner fluttered high in the wind.
The banner was extremely large and tall, its surface a dark red, made of some kind of animal hide.
The banner was covered with intricate patterns, and a faint spiritual light seemed to flow across it.
The banner hangs suspended in mid-air.
Beneath the banner, three hundred Silver Bones warriors also waved the Great Banner and formed a battle formation.
The three hundred men were all dressed in silver armor and helmets, carrying long spears, and with dark Great Banner on their backs.
Three hundred Great Banner fluttered in the starlight, vaguely forming an extremely complex battle formation.
The patterns on the banner lit up simultaneously as the spiritual energy was poured in, and three hundred rays of spiritual light converged into an incomparably thick torrent of spiritual energy.
Before the torrent reached him, Lin Suri was already firmly locked in place.
Lin Suri frowned slightly.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the three hundred Silver Bones.
At this moment, the Sight-Roaming suddenly shattered.
Chen Lingxi opened her eyes.
He remained silent for a moment, then slowly stood up.
Two extremely bright and deep lights had ignited in those deep eyes.
"Lu Baizhong was unlucky; he encountered several powerful enemies as soon as he entered the Ancestral Mountain, and now he's injured."
Chen Lingxi away the Eastern King Palace, circulated his Qi and Blood, and the rocks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. He then leaped into the air like a cannonball.
Qi-Sea Vortex suddenly erupted beneath his feet, and spiritual Qi and Qi and Blood circulated simultaneously. His figure drew a natural arc in the air, his robes filled with wind and fluttering.
"I will use the Total Perception Divine Chamber to find out where Lu Baizhong is healing his wounds... so that I may kill Lu Baizhong in this world!"
Chen Lingxi's gaze was intense.
The wind whistled past my ears.
"The situation in the Ancestral Mountain was already in complete chaos, with the cultivators who arrived earlier having already fought to the death."
Whether it's the Spiritual-Qi Seventh Floor or the Qi Circulation Eighth Floor, before the fortuitous opportunity Mother Qi, they are all like hungry wolves fighting for food, none willing to give way even an inch." He sneered: "This is the perfect time to fish in troubled waters."
The distant Ancestral Mountain is getting closer and closer.
Chen Lingxi's eyes shone brightly, like two cold stars burning alone in the night.
"Lu Baizhong... the injured Guixiu..."
"If someone finds a weakness, I'll probably die!"