Chapter 692 - 510: Celestial Radiance True Immortal
In the heart of the mountain range stood a palace, seemingly the same size as an ordinary palace, yet it utilized the Divine Techniques of Contraction.
Inside the palace, there were no columns or beams, yet it remained as stable as Kunlun, vast and boundless, as if forming a world of its own.
At the center atop the dais, a Female Cultivator in palace attire sat upon a treasured chair, the power of gods and demons surging around her.
To the left of the dais sat a man in Golden Armor, his face chiseled and resolute, sitting as upright as a solitary peak of Kunlun.
"Creak—!"
The palace doors slowly opened, and the figure of Qi Mang walked in, stopping below the dais, bending slightly:
"Qi Mang, paying respects to the Golden Saint Empress, paying respects to Uncle Yuan Ji!"
The Golden Saint slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes falling upon Qi Mang:
"Completion of the Seventh Heaven of Gods and Demons!"
"In only thirty thousand years, truly it’s a Mahayana Treasure Realm, blessed by nature."
The Golden Saint has been cultivating for over fifty thousand years, only recently breaking through the shackles to enter the Seventh Heaven of Gods and Demons.
She has followed Chen Sheng all these years, never lacking in primordial nourishment or guidance in enlightenment, her cultivation speed not slow!
Yet, compared to Qi Mang, she still fell short.
Uncle Yuan Ji also nodded slowly, a rampant pressure of the Sixth Heaven of Gods and Demons quietly spread, then instantly retracted:
"Mahayana Treasure Realm!"
"I truly wish to see it for myself, to discover what wonders that treasure land holds, enabling my junior to progress so swiftly."
Qi Mang chuckled softly, bending slightly, his tone respectful:
"Then may this disciple wish Uncle Yuan Ji to achieve Integration soon."
Uncle Yuan Ji laughed heartily, suddenly patting the armrest of the treasured chair, his tone joyous:
"Haha, good lad, you know how to speak, I like it!"
"It’s not in vain that I have spent years, with great effort and care, looking after the Martial Country for you..."
Upon hearing this, Qi Mang was also moved:
"Uncle, I just heard that the Martial Country has had some disturbances recently, what exactly is the situation?"
Uncle Yuan Ji chuckled lightly:
"It’s no major trouble, you’ve been away too long, chaos arose within the Imperial Family, fractured and splintered..."
"They are all your descendants, it’s not convenient for us to intervene..."
On hearing these words, Qi Mang suddenly understood and asked about the development of the Pan Wu World over the years.
Uncle Yuan Ji nodded:
"The Pan Wu World has changed greatly these years."
"As the Pan Wu World gradually reached Perfection, various Innate Deities emerged..."
"Many clans now stand throughout the Pan Wu World, like the Scale Clan, Winged Clan, Stone Clan..."
"It is truly a flourishing scene, all clans contending in splendor..."
...
After leaving the palace.
Qi Mang shed his imposing Dao Rhyme, donned a simple Daoist Robe, and traveled leisurely through the Pan Wu World.
After thirty thousand years of secluded arduous cultivation, revisiting this world, the sights before him were vastly different from what they once were.
The once desolate lands are now filled with Spirit Grass, saturated with Dao Rhyme.
Where once sparse creatures roamed, now myriad clans stand, Cultivators are as numerous as clouds.
With each step, the burgeoning vitality of the Pan Wu World and the Perfection of Heaven and Earth Laws were palpable.
He walked leisurely, treading through hills and waters, reaching the eastern part of Pan Wu World, the shores of the East Sea.
Above the East Sea, vast azure waves stretched, waves towering high, Innate Spiritual Qi fused with seawater, transforming into a faint mist lingering over the surface.
The sunlight sprinkles down, the waves glistening.
The sea breeze howls, carrying the salty and wet Spiritual Qi, rushing towards him, mixed with the presence of sea creatures, vast and vibrant.
Qi Mang stood on a coastal reef, looking up and seeing the sea creatures scurrying beneath the sea’s surface.
There were Flood Dragons covered in scales, Sea Roc soaring with wings spread, Spirit Turtles whole and transparent...
Among them were beings not lacking the existence of Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation Level.
Deep within the East Sea, beneath myriad waves, stood a magnificent and grand Crystal Palace, shimmering with colorful lights, full of Dao Rhyme.
Deep within the Crystal Palace, two mighty presences quietly lurked, unmistakably the aura of Void Refining Realm.
A hint of understanding flashed in Qi Mang’s eyes:
"Ordinary Small Thousand Worlds simply cannot bear the pressure of Void Refining Cultivators."
"Once a Void Refining Cultivator is born, it would trigger a primordial calamity, causing heaven and earth to shake, all because the power of a Void Refining Cultivator is enough to threaten the primordial essence of heaven and earth."
"But Pan Wu World is different!"
He continued his internal contemplation:
"Master presides over the heavenly mind, a mere flick can suppress this realm, naturally, there’s no concern for the living beings within."
Recalling Uncle Yuan Ji’s narrative and aligning with his own observations and experiences.
Qi Mang gently nodded:
"The world reaches Perfection, Dao Principles transform, Spiritual Qi is abundant, and Master spreads the Dao throughout the land, benefiting all living beings..."
He nodded slightly, his gaze swept over the sea creatures coming and going on the sea:
"Now, the living beings of Pan Wu World are vastly stronger than before."
"Compared to the Spirit Realm, the scope of heaven and earth in Pan Wu World may not be vast, yet it holds a naturally advantageous position for Enlightenment."
Qi Mang walked slowly to a large reef rock, sat down, and leisurely rose in his mind, casually grabbing a fishing rod and line...
"Whoosh—!"
He lightly tossed the fishing rod, precisely into the myriad azure waves, quietly angling.
The sea breeze gently brushed, lifting his robe, the waves lapping at the reef, the subtle swaying of the fishing rod.
"Clap, clap—!"
Qi Mang sat upright on the reef, closing his eyes for repose, numerous thoughts flowing in his mind:
"The transformation of Small Thousand World, Cultivators cultivate here, Heaven and Earth Communication, achieving Primordial Spirit, is far easier than in the Spirit Realm."
"For Void Refining Cultivators, Master has thoughtfully provided, establishing thirty-three Heavens-Piercing Towers across Pan Wu World."
"As long as one achieves the third tribulation of Void Refining, they can successfully break through the tower and become Master’s Named Disciple, heading to the Spirit Realm, entering the Immortal Mansion."
"Master’s compassion, such opportunities are desperately sought even by many disciples of the Immortal Mansion."