Journeying Through the Primordial Wilderness

Yang Xuan's consciousness sank into the chat group.

There were many messages—over a thousand in all.

He quickly skimmed through them, and several matters caught his attention.

First were the changes in Luo Ji's world.

Luo Ji: The negotiations have concluded. The Trisolarans accepted all conditions. Ninety-eight percent of the Sophons have withdrawn, leaving only one behind for communication.

Luo Ji: In exchange, I gave the cultivation techniques to the Trisolarans.

Xiao Yan: What?! You gave cultivation techniques to aliens?!

Luo Ji: Calm down. What I gave them was the basic version, which can only be cultivated to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Luo Ji: And I set restrictions—the techniques can only be cultivated by individuals of the Trisolaran Civilization and cannot be spread to other civilizations.

Luo Ji: This is part of the deal. The Trisolarans will help Earth develop its technology, while Earth will help the Trisolarans raise their civilization to a higher level.

Huang Rong: So you... turned the Trisolarans into Earth's allies?

Luo Ji: No. I turned the Trisolarans into Earth's "collaborators." Allies may betray you, but collaborators only cooperate when there is profit to be made. I trust the latter more.

Zhang Sanfeng: Good. This move of yours, young friend Luo Ji, is more ingenious than mere deterrence.

Luo Ji: The whole world is learning cultivation now. The government has established the "Cultivation Administration Bureau," incorporating cultivation into the education system. The military has also begun training cultivators on a large scale.

Luo Ji: On the Trisolaran side, I hear several individuals have already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Luo Ji: Humanity and the Trisolaran Civilization are changing from enemies into... I don't know how to describe it.

Luo Ji: Perhaps "symbiosis"? Or "mutual exploitation"?

Senior-Year Powerhouse: More accurately, it is a "community with a shared future." You share the same solar system and the same future.

Luo Ji: Perhaps.

After Luo Ji's messages came Zhang Sanfeng's.

Zhang Sanfeng: This old man has something to tell everyone.

Xiao Yan: Please speak, True Person Zhang!

Zhang Sanfeng: The Yuan Dynasty has already fallen.

Huang Rong: What?! True Person Zhang, was that your doing?

Zhang Sanfeng: It was not this old man's achievement alone. The Wudang Sect, Shaolin Temple, Quanzhen Sect, and the various rebel armies all rose together. This old man merely contributed a little strength.

Zhang Sanfeng: But more importantly—this old man discovered that once the Innate Realm breaks through into Foundation Establishment, mortal armies are no longer a threat. This old man faced a hundred thousand alone, charged into the Yuan capital, captured the Yuan emperor alive, and thus the Yuan Dynasty fell.

Huang Rong: True Person Zhang... what realm are you in now?

Zhang Sanfeng: Thanks to Immortal Senior's True Exposition of Tai Chi Creation, after this old man comprehended it, his martial path broke through the barrier of the Innate Realm and stepped onto the immortal path, cultivating all the way to Foundation Establishment.

Zhang Sanfeng: This old man's cultivation is now roughly at the peak of Foundation Establishment, only one step away from the Golden Core Realm.

Xiao Yan: Peak Foundation Establishment? True Person Zhang is indeed formidable!

Zhang Sanfeng: Not at all. This old man's disciple, Song Yuanqiao, has now established a new dynasty in the capital, named "Martial Xia."

Zhang Sanfeng: It is now an age of cultivation, not an age of mortal dynasties. Therefore, this old man had Yuanqiao change the state's name to "Martial," founding the nation through martial strength.

Xiao Yan: The Martial Xia Nation? What a fine name!

Huang Rong: True Person Zhang, then what will become of the martial world?

Zhang Sanfeng: This old man intends to establish a sect on Mount Wudang and teach immortal cultivation techniques.

Zhang Sanfeng: Anyone willing to cultivate, regardless of background or sect, may come up the mountain to learn.

Xiao Yan: True Person Zhang is going to become the founding patriarch of a sect!

Huang Rong: Congratulations, True Person Zhang!

Luo Ji: Congratulations.

After Zhang Sanfeng's messages came Xiao Yan's.

Xiao Yan: Everyone, I have something I would like to ask Immortal Friend. @Immortal

Xiao Yan: Um... I went to the Jia Ma Empire to meet an old acquaintance...

Xiao Yan: She is a... member of the Demon Race?

Huang Rong: Demon Race? What Demon Race?

Xiao Yan: Medusa, the queen of the Snake-People Clan.

Huang Rong: Medusa?! That snake-haired gorgon?

Xiao Yan: Not the Medusa from mythology. She is the queen of the Snake-People Clan on the Dou Qi Continent. She wants to meet Senior again...

Seeing this, Yang Xuan could not help but freeze.

He recalled that the Green Lotus Throne still in his possession had been obtained from the Earthfire World. Back then, he had helped Medusa take human form and left her there to assist Xiao Yan in obtaining the Qinglian Earth Core Flame.

Thus, Yang Xuan replied.

Immortal: Medusa is not this poor Daoist's pet beast.

Immortal: However, this poor Daoist indeed has karma with her. When the time is right, this poor Daoist will go to Battle Through the Heavens and meet her.

Xiao Yan: Many thanks, Immortal Senior! This junior knows how to reply now.

After closing the chat group.

A slight smile rose on Yang Xuan's lips.

It seemed everyone had a bright future ahead of them!

His body transformed into a streak of seven-colored rainbow light and vanished into the distant horizon.

Who knew how much time passed.

Only then did Yang Xuan pass through Kunlun Mountain's natural restriction.

Once inside, even heaven and earth seemed to change.

Throughout the Kunlun Mountains were spiritual springs, while immortal herbs bloomed everywhere. The immortal spiritual qi within was so dense it nearly condensed into mist, and scattered sunlight formed fragments of golden halos.

Between the mountains, spiritual birds streaked past like stars, while the waters seemed to trail a canopy of stars upside down. All kinds of ancient beasts slumbered within.

"Truly an immortal treasure land."

Yang Xuan landed in an open area halfway up the mountain. Even the green jade beneath his feet brimmed with immortal spirituality.

His divine sense spread across a radius of ten thousand li.

The Kunlun Mountains were simply too vast. With his early-stage Profound Immortal cultivation, even searching for a hundred years would make it impossible to scour every place.

But his objective was clear.

According to the memories from his previous life, Kunlun Mountain contained several innate spiritual objects: Three Luminaries Divine Water, Nine Heavens Breath Soil, ten-thousand-year warm jade, Primordial Geng Metal...

The Nine Heavens Breath Soil was something he had to find. Finding more of it could further strengthen his cultivation and deepen the foundation of his transformed Nine Heavens Breath Soil body.

Then there was the Three Luminaries Divine Water.

Divine water condensed from the essence of the sun, moon, and stars. A single drop could regrow flesh from white bones and revive the dead, and it was also a supreme spiritual material for tempering magical treasures and refining pills.

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and began to employ the divine ability of his true body.

Through the innate spiritual root origin he had been born with, he could vaguely sense the spiritual qi tides and the paths of the earth veins across the Primordial Wilderness.

Kunlun Mountain was the source of the dragon veins, and spiritual qi spread from here to every part of the Primordial Wilderness.

Following the veins of spiritual qi, he could find the places in Kunlun Mountain where spiritual qi was densest and innate restrictions were most concentrated.

Such places were often where innate spiritual objects were nurtured.

A moment later, Yang Xuan opened his eyes.

"To the southeast, roughly thirty-eight thousand seven hundred li away, there is a spiritual acupoint. The spiritual qi tide displays ripples of 'the three luminaries converging'... it is highly likely to be the Three Luminaries Divine Water."

Yang Xuan did not hesitate. A seven-colored halo appeared beneath his feet, and in an instant, he transformed into a streak of azure escape light.

Xun Wind Severing!

Wrapped in azure light, he moved like a gentle breeze, silently disappearing toward the southeast.

Although the speed of this escape art could not compare to the Rainbow Light Technique at full power, it was superior in concealment. It would not disturb the ancient beasts slumbering along the way, nor any other cultivators who might be present.

Thirty-eight thousand seven hundred li was no more than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea for him now.

Very soon, Yang Xuan appeared in a deep and secluded valley.

The mountain walls on both sides of this valley were steep, and strange plants and trees filled the valley. Their leaves carried a faint golden patterned sheen.

And farther within the valley, the faint sound of water could be heard.

Yang Xuan landed atop the crown of the tallest ancient tree and looked down below.

At the bottom of the valley was a clear pool. Yet calling it a pool was inaccurate—its expanse covered a full three thousand li, making it more fitting to call it a lake-sea.

Its waters were clear enough to see the bottom. At its center rose three hundred-meter peaks, above each of which floated a fist-sized drop of liquid.

The three drops hovered quietly above the peaks without touching the rock.

The first was shaped like a sun wheel, its radiance blazing and dazzling like a tiny sun.

The second reflected the glow of moonlight, cold and gentle, like a crescent moon suspended in the air.

The third glittered with starlight, its scattered gleams like the stars of the night sky.

The three drops of divine water came from the same source, yet were as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers. They maintained a subtle distance from one another and slowly revolved, forming a complete cycle.

Three Luminaries Divine Water.

Yang Xuan's heart stirred, but he did not immediately step forward.

Because as his divine sense swept across the waters and their surroundings, he had already detected something unusual.

Around the lake-sea was a natural spirit-gathering grand formation that gathered the essence of the sun, moon, and stars from hundreds of thousands of li around it. Only after an unknown number of years of condensation had it nurtured these three drops of divine water.

The formation itself would not harm anyone, but innate spiritual objects often had guardian spirits.

Just as expected.

The surface of the lake-sea stirred slightly, and a giant snow-white serpent raised its head from the water.

Its body was like mountain pillars encircling one another as it coiled above the water. Its snake eyes resembled golden stars, watching Yang Xuan with icy coldness.

The aura of the white serpent had reached the late stage of the Profound Immortal Realm, two minor realms higher than Yang Xuan's current incarnation.