Chapter 1887: Qingshan's Closed-Door Breakthrough to the Transformation God Stage

Thousand Gourd Realm, Bell Mountain Range, Gale Secret Realm.

A streak of green light appeared on the distant horizon, swiftly flying towards the depths of the Bell Mountain Range.

“Who goes there? This is a vital area for our Wang family; trespassers are forbidden.”

A robust male voice suddenly rang out. No sooner had the words faded than Wang Huayang emerged from the depths of the mountain range with a team of cultivators.

The green light receded, revealing a glittering green lotus seat, upon which Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan stood.

“Grand Ancestors, I apologize; your grandson failed to greet you properly upon your arrival.”

Wang Huayang immediately bowed deeply, his expression respectful.

“No need for formalities. Any news of Qingshan?”

Wang Changsheng inquired about Wang Qingshan.

“Not yet. Ancestor Qingjing is still leading the search, and we haven't given up.”

Wang Huayang replied truthfully. They had been searching for decades, but unfortunately, there was no news of Wang Qingshan.

“Carry on with your duties!”

Wang Changsheng nodded, performed a hand seal, and the Azure Lotus Seat transformed into a streak of green light, flying into the depths of the mountain range.

Inside the Gale Secret Realm, an immense yellow desert stretched boundlessly. Gusts of wind whipped up, connecting the sky and ground, filling the air with swirling dust.

Wang Qingjing stood suspended in the air, holding a light blue magic disk. Several points of light glowed on its surface.

A team of cultivators stood reverently on a white cloud formation, over a hundred zhang wide.

More than half of the cultivators she sent in had died, and none had returned alive, let alone sent out any news.

“Qingjing, you've worked hard.”

A gentle male voice suddenly spoke. No sooner had the words fallen than Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan flew from the distant horizon, landing before Wang Qingjing.

“Father, Mother, why are you here?”

Wang Qingjing asked joyfully.

“Your seventh brother has been missing for many years, and we are worried. We acquired a Tier 5 formation, which might give us a chance to rescue Qingshan.”

Wang Ruyan's voice was heavy.

If they could rescue Wang Qingshan, they could safely attempt to ascend to the Spirit Realm with the artifact spirit.

Wang Changsheng shook his sleeve, and hundreds of shimmering formation flags and over a dozen formation plates flew out. The flags spun, transforming into hundreds of streaks of light that vanished into the ground.

He set up the formation and channeled several magical incantations into the formation plates.

A dull rumble echoed from beneath the desert. The ground shook violently, and countless yellow sand grains flew into the sky.

A blinding white pillar of light shot skyward, merging into the void where the spatial node was located.

Time passed gradually. Wang Changsheng stared intently at the void, his heart heavy.

An hour later, the formation plate in Wang Changsheng's hand suddenly flared brightly, emitting a piercing shriek.

He took out the Sky-Splitting Spirit Blade and cleaved at a spatial node in the void. A piercing blade cry sounded as a silver rainbow shot out, striking a spatial node. Ripples spread across the spatial node, and a gap several zhang wide suddenly appeared. From it flew an old man in a green robe, past seventy years of age. The old man's face was pale and bloodless.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, how was it? Did you encounter my seventh brother?”

Wang Qingjing asked impatiently.

“No. It was a space of undead. I didn't encounter any cultivators, not a single living creature. My spiritual energy slowly drained away, completely beyond my control.”

The green-robed old man's voice was weak and listless, indicating extreme feebleness.

“Young friend Sun, you've done well. Please rest and recover.”

Wang Changsheng said gently, tossing a blue porcelain bottle to the green-robed old man.

The green-robed old man thanked him, caught the blue porcelain bottle, took the medicinal pill, and began meditating to recover.

On a steep, emerald green mountain peak, loud explosions periodically echoed, and flames shot skyward.

Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er jointly besieged a ten-foot-tall twin-headed giant lion. The lion's body was covered in red fur, its heads bore red scales, and a pair of massive fleshy wings flapped continuously, stirring up gusts of strong wind.

Its entire body was engulfed in rolling flames, its surface scarred, and the ground bore a dozen huge craters.

One of its heads spewed forth torrents of blazing fire, while the other unleashed over ten thick bolts of silver lightning.

Several hundred zhang away, a fruit tree over ten zhang tall stood proudly on the mountaintop. Its leaves were red, its trunk golden, and five pale golden fruits hung from its branches. The fruits had nine red patterns on their surface and emitted a peculiar fragrance—it was precisely a Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruit tree.

“Why resist to the end? Surrender to us!”

Bai Ling'er's voice was gentle, instilling a sense of goodwill in those who heard it.

The twin-headed giant lion's gaze turned dull, and the flames on its body greatly diminished.

Seizing this opportunity, Wang Qingshan performed a sword incantation. His nine Azure Glaze Swords immediately let out piercing cries, instantly merging into a single colossal, misty green sword that radiated a terrifying aura. It descended from the sky, striking towards the twin-headed giant lion.

A cry of extreme agony rang out as the twin-headed giant lion was sliced in two by the colossal sword.

Wang Qingshan performed another sword incantation, and the colossal sword transformed into a streak of green light, flying back into his sleeve and disappearing.

“Hehe, we got them! Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruits. It seems the Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruit tree outside was brought out from here, possibly by the cultivators who built the ancient altar.”

Bai Ling'er said, walking towards the Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruit tree.

“Perhaps! With the Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruits, I plan to attempt to break through to the Soul Transformation stage here. What are your plans?”

Wang Qingshan asked casually. He was already at the perfected Nascent Soul stage, and with the Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruits, he could attempt to break through to the Soul Transformation stage.

“I don't have any immediate plans. I'll stay here for now!”

Bai Ling'er chuckled softly.

At that moment, a streak of yellow light flew from afar, landing before Wang Qingshan. It was precisely Shi Ling, the Stone Spirit.

Originally, there were two high-grade Tier 4 Thunderfire Lions here. Shi Ling lured one away, while Wang Qingshan and Bai Ling'er dealt with the other, defeating them one by one.

Shi Ling opened its palm, revealing a silver-and-red demon core.

“Well done.”

Wang Qingshan praised it, then put away the demon core.

Bai Ling'er harvested five Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruits, leaving the fruit tree behind. After all, she wasn't sure if she could leave this place, so transplanting it later if she could escape wouldn't be too late.

She gave Wang Qingshan three Nine-Yang Golden Glaze Fruits, which he accepted without a word.

The two jumped onto Shi Ling's shoulders, and Shi Ling strode into the distance.

An hour later, Shi Ling appeared in a giant, sprawling valley with two cave entrances, each about ten feet wide.

The spiritual energy here was abundant. Wang Qingshan decided to attempt to break through to the Soul Transformation stage here, believing that 'a moving person thrives, a moving tree dies.' Since he couldn't leave this place, it was better to cultivate peacefully and fully dedicate himself to reaching the Soul Transformation stage.

Perhaps, after reaching the Soul Transformation stage, Wang Qingshan might have a chance to leave this place.

“I'm going into seclusion to attempt to break through to the Soul Transformation stage. You may do as you please!”

After saying this, Wang Qingshan strode towards one of the caves.

The cave wasn't large; he reached its end after a hundred steps or so.

Wang Qingshan set up three sets of Tier 4 formations and sat down cross-legged.

“I hope to escape this predicament soon and return to the family. Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt must be incredibly worried.”

Wang Qingshan murmured to himself, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes.

Soon, Wang Qingshan's entire body was enveloped in a soft, azure glow. The sound of swords humming intensified, and specks of azure light emerged, transforming into numerous azure flying swords.