Chapter 483 - 329: The First Mortal Life
At the northernmost point of the Boundless Sea, a brilliant stream of light shot across the sky, crashing towards the ground like a falling star.
Before long, Lu Xuan stepped out of the stream of light, his dark robes billowing, surrounded by an almost imperceptible aura of pressure.
His expression was cold and stern, and his gaze swept around like an eagle.
The waves, year after year, polished the sand barren, rendering it devoid of any vegetation, a wasteland.
Eventually, his gaze locked onto the depths of the deserted island, where a mist shrouded, exuding a hint of mystery.
At the bottom of the island’s abyss, Lu Xuan’s hands danced simultaneously.
Rays of spiritual light burst from Lu Xuan’s fingertips, layers of mystical barriers spreading like a spider’s web.
The Spiritual Qi here was extremely scarce, like a forgotten corner of the world, avoided by ordinary creatures.
Coupled with the heavy restrictions set by Lu Xuan.
At the slightest disturbance, he could detect it immediately, ensuring the highest level of security.
Nothing else matters, the Red Dust Immortal’s worldly reincarnation must not be affected by anyone.
Otherwise, not only would this reincarnation tempering be in vain, but his soul would also suffer severe damage.
It might even affect the foundation for the next worldly trial, making it as difficult as ascending to the heavens to tread the immortal path again.
Lu Xuan sat cross-legged at the bottom of the abyss, surrounded by a faint aura of reincarnation.
He slowly opened his eyes, as if countless scenes of the mundane world flowed within his pupils.
Precisely because of the uniqueness of breaking through to become a Red Dust Immortal.
Each cultivator who achieves the Red Dust Immortal Path must find a secluded, isolated place.
To hide the flesh therein, while the soul traverses the countless void fissures, enduring the tempering of reincarnation one life after another.
When the worldly matters of the mundane are fulfilled, the soul returns to its place, obtaining the immortal power of that life’s worldly experience.
The essence of the soul’s training is to gradually shed the worldly aura, transforming into an immortal soul spirit.
Thus uniting the immortal body and immortal soul as one, achieving the rarely seen Celestial Essence Dao Immortal!
Lu Xuan suddenly recalled the secrets revealed by the five Immortal Venerates, and a playful smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
Among them was a piece of news that quite surprised Lu Xuan.
The Holy Ancestor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Wuji, at this moment was hiding in some unknown corner of the world, quietly activating the worldly reincarnation of a Red Dust Immortal.
This figure, who had always lived in legend, was actually still alive.
And furthermore, he was such a formidable and terrifying existence as a Red Dust Immortal.
Simultaneously, from the words of the five Immortal Venerates, Lu Xuan vaguely sensed.
That the strength of this Great Xia Holy Ancestor, Xia Wuji, seemed to far exceed theirs.
The five Immortal Venerates of the Human Race were all Three-Life Red Dust Immortals.
Then, Xia Wuji could possibly be a Four-Life Red Dust Immortal... a Seven-Lifetime Red Dust Immortal, or even an unimaginable Nine-Lifetime Red Dust Immortal.
Lu Xuan’s eyes flashed with keen light.
Since even an existence like Xia Wuji has to secretly undergo worldly reincarnation, it shows the peril of this path.
Immediately, the black-gold glow around Lu Xuan flowed like a liquid galaxy, causing ripples in the dark, forbidden depths of the abyss.
At the moment when his breathing completely resonated with the pulse of heaven and earth, a black-gold entwined mystical light erupted from Lu Xuan’s crown.
Like the fissure at the opening of chaos, it tore through the void with wrapped Star Power.
The surrounding invisible void shattered inch by inch, and Lu Xuan’s soul was instantly immersed into the countless reincarnations of the mundane world.
......
Who knows how long it has been, the scent of sandalwood mingled with the fresh aroma of books invaded his nostrils.
Lu Xuan slowly lifted his eyelids, the sunlight filtering through the intricately carved window lattice weaving golden threads on the blue brick floor.
He reclined on a meticulously carved Taishi Chair of yellow pearwood, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cloud engravings on the armrest.
Beside Lu Xuan, a Qingyu tea cup emitted wisps of white mist, still carrying warmth.
Lu Xuan raised his gaze, scanning the surroundings with piercing eyes, taking in everything within the room.
The ink landscape painting hanging on the eastern wall had vigorous brushstrokes yet concealed a murderous aura.
The entire bookshelf on the west side was filled with bamboo slips, the top tome showing worn edges.
On the desk, a half-finished battle map lay under a lamb fat jade paperweight, the ink in the inkstone still liquid, with a drop of ink dangling from the tip of the brush.
Seeing this, Lu Xuan slowly lowered his eyes to look at his own hands, the joints long and elegant yet covered in calluses, the scar on the tiger’s mouth telling of years of tempered hardship.
Then, Lu Xuan inwardly examined his Dantian, where the dense True Essence surged like a dark tide, clearly representing the zenith of martial arts mastery.
Such a display and cultivation could not be compared to that of ordinary people.
Is this the first life of the Red Dust Immortal?
Wait!
Lu Xuan suddenly remembered something, instantly closing his eyes and focusing his attention in his mind.
Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)
Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Entry Level)
Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Saber Skill! (8/9)
Points: 0
Damn.
.......
A glint of gold flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes, that familiar system interface quietly suspended in place.
This unexpected surprise caused the corners of Lu Xuan’s mouth to lift slightly—
This treasure accompanying him across the heavens had not even severed its connection during the worldly reincarnation.
The instant Lu Xuan’s fingertips brushed across the virtual system interface before him, his mouth curved with a confident smile.
The reason he was so eager to step into the mortal world was all for this guess in his mind.
Indeed, the system interface truly followed him here.
Ordinary Red Dust Immortals, when entering reincarnation, are unable to use their past cultivation in this world.
They must restart in this world, ascending step by step to the peak.
This long path of cultivation spans thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
Of course, most Red Dust Immortals fail their worldly training, perishing midway.
In the end, this damages their souls, forcing an end to their worldly training with regret.