Chapter 1046: Cultivator of Transformation Spirit

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VIP Volume 6: Heavenly Spiritual Treasures - A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

After an unknown period, a man's soft sigh echoed from deep within the ice wall:

"Fellow Daoist Hu! Instead of cultivating yourself on Mount Motuo, why have you come to my Ice Soul Valley? I don't recall inviting you here, Brother Hu."

"Do you think I wanted to come here? It's all because of the Kunwu Mountain incident." The old man in gray robes snorted, seemingly just as displeased.

"Kunwu Mountain! Haven't our disciples already been entrusted with that matter? Why bother with it further?" The person inside the ice wall replied without emotion.

"If only it were that simple. Why else would I have hurried over from Mount Motuo? You don't know yet, but it seems Old Ghost Xiang has met with trouble inside Kunwu Mountain." The old man in gray robes said grimly.

"Old Ghost Xiang? That can't be right. He's the most powerful among us old-timers. How could anything happen to him?" The person inside the ice wall finally sounded somewhat surprised.

"I find it hard to believe too, but Old Feng personally told me through a flying sword message. You know very well that Old Freak Feng and Old Ghost Xiang have always been close, so they each possess the other's Soul Pearl. This time, when Kunwu Mountain appeared, Old Ghost Xiang happened to be nearby and went to investigate. Not long after he entered, his Soul Pearl began to dim. He's either severely wounded or trapped within some restriction. In either case, Old Ghost Xiang won't be having an easy time. What's more, Old Freak Feng himself is currently in deep trouble and can't come to rescue him in time, so he sent a message hoping we two would go take a look! He also said he'd be willing to give us two Blood Vitality Pills as compensation afterward." The old man in gray robes said coldly.

"Blood Vitality Pills! Old Freak Feng is truly generous this time! With these pills, our lifespans can be extended by several decades. But how did Old Freak Feng know Old Ghost Xiang entered Kunwu Mountain?" The man inside the ice wall asked cautiously.

"That old fox has always been cunning; he always secures a backup plan before taking any risks. Before entering the seal, he used a flying sword message to leave a note for Old Freak Feng. It seems now that his foresight wasn't misplaced, at least someone will go to rescue him. What do you say, Fellow Daoist Bai? Are you interested in going to check it out? If we were to refine Blood Vitality Pills ourselves, who knows how long it would take!" The old man tried to persuade him.

The man inside the ice wall fell silent, not answering immediately.

After an unknown time, he slowly transmitted his voice, saying:

"Forget it. You go if you wish. I, Bai, will not get involved in this matter."

"What? Even Blood Vitality Pills can't sway you?" The man's reply from inside the wall clearly surprised the old man in gray robes.

"I do want the Blood Vitality Pills, but I'm more afraid that going this time would be more trouble than it's worth." The man replied coldly.

"What do you mean by that? Even if that demonic creature truly breaks free, would you and I together genuinely fear it?" The old man said with a sneer.

"Fear isn't necessarily the issue! Even if it was powerful back then, after so many years of suppression, combined with the drastic changes in the world's spiritual energy, its current abilities wouldn't be much higher than ours. It's not like the ancient wars when it was truly formidable. And even if it were willing to take risks and display Void Refinement stage abilities in the Human Realm, it would be impossible."

"Then why not go?" The old man furrowed his brow slightly, growing even more puzzled.

"If I hadn't consumed a Fire Essence Jujube three years ago, I might have accompanied you on this trip. But right now, I'm using this spiritual object to forcibly break through a cultivation bottleneck. Although there's little hope, I don't want to jeopardize a greater goal for a minor one." The man actually said this.

"Fire Essence Jujube? You actually obtained this spiritual object, and... you consumed it raw?" The old man in gray robes' expression changed drastically.

"Of course, only by doing so can I fully utilize the fire spiritual energy within the jujube!" The man replied emotionlessly.

"You actually did that! Don't you know that if a Fire Essence Jujube isn't refined into a pill, its domineering fire spiritual energy can forcibly ignite the spiritual power within your body? Haven't we discussed the dangers of this during our gathering back then?" The old man's eyes flashed with a sharp glint as he spoke.

"You don't need to tell me, Brother Hu, I'm well aware of the risks. But if I don't take this gamble, am I truly destined to spend my life confined within this ice wall? Or become like Old Ghost Xiang and Old Freak Feng, who, despite possessing immense divine abilities, have to blend in with low-level cultivators like clowns, constantly fearing that excessive use of their spiritual power will lead to their demise, all to prevent their vital essence from depleting with each spell?" The man named Bai actually spoke in a mocking tone.

"Brother Bai, what you're saying is a bit extreme. Their actions are also driven by their desire to find the Reverse Spirit Passage that Spirit Realm cultivators used when descending to the Human Realm, to see if they can directly ascend to the Spirit Realm through it without having to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage. After all, it's reasonable to assume that if cultivators from the Upper Realm can suppress their spiritual power to forcibly descend to our Human Realm, then cultivators from our Human Realm could also use this passage, temporarily boosting their spiritual power with secret arts, to enter the Spirit Realm." The old man in gray robes explained.

"Since the great change in the world's spiritual energy back then, countless Nascent Soul stage fellow Daoists have searched for the Reverse Spirit Passage. Not just Great Jin, but most of the Human Realm has been thoroughly scoured countless times. If it could be found, there would have been clues long ago. Why would we still need to search for it? Most likely, this Reverse Spirit Passage either doesn't exist at all, or it's not on land but rather in that desolate sea, making it completely impossible to find." The man inside the ice wall said dismissively.

"Perhaps. But regardless, it's still a hope for us to ascend to the Spirit Realm, better than simply waiting." The old man in gray robes seemed to find the man's words reasonable, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Compared to the Reverse Spirit Passage, it's more practical to honestly advance to the late Nascent Soul stage and then ascend to the Upper Realm on our own. If it weren't for the ancient demon realm's interference, which caused our Human Realm's spiritual energy to become so scarce, how else would cultivators of our talent all be stuck in the early stages, unable to make any progress?" At this point, the man grew somewhat resentful again.

"Complaining won't help, Brother Bai. Since the last batch of ancient cultivators ascended, while it's not impossible for a few cultivators to reach the later stages and ascend to the Spirit Realm, their numbers have been exceedingly small. It's a vast difference compared to ancient times. In recent years, the situation seems to have worsened. In the past ten thousand years, not a single cultivator has ascended. No wonder Old Freak Feng and the others, knowing how slim the chances are, place their hopes on the Reverse Spirit Passage." The old man in gray robes also felt deeply depressed.

"They have their way, and I have my path of cultivation. Alright, let's stop here. Now, Brother Hu, you know my intentions: either directly refuse Old Freak Feng, or go alone. I still need to go into seclusion, so I won't see you off. Also, in the future, I will instruct my disciples to completely seal this valley. Until I've fully refined the Fire Essence Jujube, I won't see anyone. Please inform those other old monsters as well!" The man in the ice wall grew somewhat impatient to continue, and after hurriedly finishing his last few sentences, he directly issued an order for his guest to leave.

Immediately, all sound from within the ice wall ceased!

The old man in gray robes looked grim. After hesitating for a long moment in front of the ice, he suddenly stomped his foot:

"For these two vitality pills, I will just have to take this risk once. With over a hundred years of extended lifespan, it will be enough to compensate for the loss of vital essence from this journey." The old man murmured these words, and a green light enveloped his body, transforming him into a dazzling rainbow that shot forth, leaving the valley.

In front of the hall on the eighth floor of Kunwu Mountain's Demon Suppression Pagoda, Han Li, expressionless, formed a hand seal. Over a dozen flying swords in the air hummed as they converged, then suddenly transformed into a giant sword several zhang long, which flashed with golden light and abruptly chopped down.

After a deafening "boom," where the giant sword struck, a white jade stone figure instantly crumbled into shattered pieces.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the figure's remains; the shattered pieces did not re-coalesce as before.

Han Li nodded slightly, extended a finger, and the giant sword shot back with a "swoosh." This was already the fourth stone puppet he had completely destroyed.

These stone puppets within the grand formation seemed to possess an immortal body when working in conjunction with the array. But in reality, after being destroyed a certain number of times, they would eventually become incapable of recovery.

However, this was also due to the continuous attacks from so many late-Nascent Soul stage cultivators simultaneously. Otherwise, if there were only two people, they would likely exhaust all their strength without being able to destroy all the stone puppets.

As for the golden blades in the hands of these stone puppets, it was unknown what material they were refined from, but they were not only exceptionally sharp but each possessed a demon-slaying ability.

Han Li had personally witnessed that a few cultivators practicing demonic arts absolutely dared not let the blade energy emanating from these golden blades get even slightly close to them. Otherwise, their protective demonic qi would surely be directly pierced, completely unable to resist.

As for cultivators who wished to directly enter the formation, the stone puppets on the altar would simultaneously abandon those outside and converge countless streams of blade energy, following extremely subtle trajectories, to jointly attack a single person within the formation.

In this way, no one could withstand such a continuous and powerful offensive. Moreover, this formation was a restriction that possessed several functions simultaneously, making it impossible to quickly break even after entering it. The cultivators here were no ordinary people; naturally, they all understood its profound mysteries.

Therefore, no one tried to show off; they all focused on attacking the stone puppets near them. Once these puppets were completely eliminated, breaking the grand formation would be twice as easy.

After Han Li destroyed the puppet in front of him, he didn't make another move. Instead, he frowned and scanned his surroundings, seeing that only a few active puppets remained on the altar. It seemed breaking this formation was imminent.

As he was thinking this, the Silvermoon in his mind suddenly let out a soft cry without any warning, followed by a series of low moans, as if in extreme pain.

This startled Han Li, and he couldn't help but transmit his voice, asking: "What's wrong, Silvermoon? Is something amiss?" There was a hint of concern in Han Li's voice.

"It's nothing serious... It seems something in the palace has awakened. It gives me a very strange feeling, as if it's very familiar, very important, no... my head hurts so much..." Silvermoon managed to say only a few words before she couldn't help but continue moaning.

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