Chapter 2681: A Seed (Gone Today)

It's no exaggeration to say that the Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode is the greatest secret treasure in the Xuanyang Realm, bar none. Since its appearance, countless high-level cultivators have gained opportunities from it, rapidly advancing their cultivation. According to reliable records, at least ten Grand Ascension cultivators have entered the Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's abode and received great opportunities, though many high-level cultivators have also perished within.

The Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode appears only once every tens of thousands of years. Its location is not fixed, making its discovery purely a matter of luck.

"The Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode!"

Shangguan Tianhong gasped, his expression filled with excitement. He naturally understood the implications.

It seemed that Divine Lord Xuanji's predictions were truly accurate. This was an opportunity for Ye Xuanji, and also for Shangguan Tianhong. Perhaps he could use this chance to advance to the Integration Stage.

"Let's go, quickly, get in there. If we delay, Grand Ascension cultivators will arrive, and getting in won't be so easy."

Ye Xuanji searched the two Bloodshadow clansmen for their belongings, then incinerated their bodies. She transformed into a streak of light and sped away, with Shangguan Tianhong quickly following.

The nine-colored light gate was too conspicuous; it could be seen from a great distance. News quickly spread, and a large number of masters rushed towards the Xuanying Mountain Range.

A day later, two streaks of light flew in from the distant horizon. Soon after, they stopped high in the sky; it was Chen Yueying and Yang Qinglong.

"The Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode!"

Chen Yueying's expression was excited; her opportunity had arrived.

"Let's go. I hope the topographic map that Junior Nephew Wang submitted will be useful."

Chen Yueying and Yang Qinglong flew swiftly towards the nine-colored light gate.

All races and forces on the Xuanguang Continent were in an uproar. A large number of experts rushed towards the Xuanying Mountain Range. The Bloodshadow Clan dispatched many of their masters, blockading an area stretching a billion miles around the abode. They forbade entry to experts from minor forces, and anyone discovered attempting to enter would be killed without mercy.

The Bloodshadow Clan's actions provoked dissatisfaction among other races. Under the instruction of several Grand Ascension cultivators, dozens of minor races united to attack the Bloodshadow Clan, initiating a racial war. Several powerful races led the charge, using this opportunity to divert the Bloodshadow Clan's attention.

As per usual custom, the Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode would remain open for about a year. Until the abode closed, the Bloodshadow Clan would be the target of various forces.

Even if the Bloodshadow Clan permitted entry, it would be useless. As a large number of experts rushed to the Xuanying Mountain Range, their low-level clansmen would undoubtedly suffer along the way. This was no different from an invasion.

Due to the appearance of the Xuanling Heavenly Venerable's immortal abode, a racial war erupted on the Xuanguang Continent. Many forces joined the war, plunging the continent into chaos. Some forces took the opportunity to expand their territory, while rogue cultivators seized the chance to destroy families and sects.

***

Xuanling Continent, Zhenhai Palace.

In a sprawling estate, Song Yiming and Song Yuchan sat in a blue stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting.

"You possess the Heavenly Radiance Spiritual Physique, giving you naturally powerful divine sense. Is Junior Brother Wang's divine sense really not inferior to yours?" Song Yiming asked, surprised.

Song Yuchan nodded and said, "He must have had some fortuitous encounter. Otherwise, he wouldn't be where he is today."

"That's true. I wonder about Junior Sister Chen and Junior Brother Yang—"

Before Song Yiming could finish speaking, he frowned. He took out a golden magic plate, infused it with a spell, and his expression turned grim.

"Father, what happened?" Song Yuchan asked nervously.

"Junior Brother Yang's soul lamp has extinguished!" Song Yiming said gravely.

"Senior Brother Yang... perished?" Song Yuchan said, astonished.

"Not necessarily. If he's trapped in certain special restrictions or formations, some treasures or secret arts can also extinguish a soul lamp. I hope I'm just overthinking." Song Yiming's expression was solemn.

***

Qinglian Island, Scripture Pavilion.

In a guest room, Wang Yifu scratched his head and ears in frustration. Numerous books lay scattered on the floor.

"Deriving cultivation techniques is truly difficult. After referencing over a dozen techniques, the ones I've derived have too many problems. At best, cultivation would be slow; at worst, one could suffer a cultivation deviation," Wang Yifu muttered to himself, his face filled with worry.

Since Wang Moshan took over as family head, he organized a group of clansmen to compile the cultivation techniques collected by the family and attempt to derive new ones. For thousands of years, their efforts yielded meager results.

A knock sounded at the door. Wang Yifu frowned, a hint of impatience in his voice, and said, "Come in."

The door opened. Wang Chuanlin entered, carrying a thick tome.

"Patriarch Yifu, the ancient texts you asked me to organize are ready." Wang Chuanlin handed the tome to Wang Yifu.

After being elected as the Pavilion Keeper, he was responsible for organizing the family's Five-Element cultivation techniques, classifying them by level, divine abilities, and the founder's cultivation stage for easy reference.

"Understood, just put it down," Wang Yifu instructed. "The family recently acquired another batch of techniques. Go organize them and bring them back once you're done."

Wang Chuanlin acknowledged him, then hesitated slightly. He then asked curiously, "Patriarch Yifu, are you trying to derive cultivation techniques?"

"Yes. Most of the cultivation techniques and ancient texts we've collected are rather common. Either other forces also possess them, or they lack uniqueness. It would be wonderful if we had our own unique family techniques," Wang Yifu said without looking up. His great-grandfather was the first person in charge of this task, and there hadn't been significant progress by his generation.

The cultivation techniques practiced by the Wang family members were all created by other cultivators. There wasn't a single technique that belonged exclusively to the Wang family.

Once a cultivation technique is derived, it still requires continuous refinement. Unless the cultivator who created it has a very high cultivation level and great talent in deriving techniques, cultivators capable of this are usually the founding patriarchs or pioneering ancestors of major forces.

"Our family's unique cultivation technique!"

Wang Chuanlin was slightly startled. He instinctively thought of Wang Qingqi. Wang Qingqi's dying wish was for the family to possess its own unique healing elixirs, so they wouldn't be dependent on others.

"Indeed! Our family has an Integration Stage cultivator presiding over it, our cherished family treasure is a mid-grade Sky-reaching Spirit Treasure, and our protective spirit beast is Sixth Tier. Yet, we lack our own unique cultivation technique. This simply won't do. However, deriving techniques is incredibly difficult. I've only managed to derive up to the Nascent Soul Stage so far, and some parts are still not smooth. It's up to you younger generation now. Of course, cultivation level is fundamental; deriving techniques comes second. Patriarch Qingqi was limited by the family's developmental background. Our starting point is higher, so we must work even harder. We must have our own family-founding cultivation technique," Wang Yifu said solemnly.

Each generation has its mission. The harder he worked, the higher the starting point for the next generation would be. Sooner or later, the family must have its own unique cultivation technique, a renowned family-founding technique.

Wang Chuanlin acknowledged, turned, walked out, and closed the door.

"Yes! It seems our family only lacks a family-founding technique; we have everything else," Wang Chuanlin murmured to himself. A seed began to sprout in his heart.