Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 1002: Chapter 739: Ascension to the Immortal Realm (Grand Finale)

Lu Xuanji couldn’t help but burst into laughter at this point.

Those little things of the past, now upon reflection, only bring a faint warmth.

It’s a pity that he is not Xiao Yan, and neither is someone Nalan.

Lu Xuanji said, “This token is for you!”

Saying this, a token fell onto Ye Linglong’s palm.

His figure flickered and vanished.

Ye Linglong received the token and refined it, immediately understanding the information within.

A token represents a quota for ascension.

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Amid endless space-time turbulence, there is a grotto heaven rising and falling, constantly moving and changing positions. Without fixed coordinates, it is difficult to capture its trace.

Surrounding the grotto heaven, arrays are winding around, and terrifying sword energy is rising and evolving.

At this moment, a cultivator appeared in the void.

Lu Xuanji looked at this cave mansion, his steps flickering, as he approached.

As he closed in, he emitted his own aura, and a token emerged.

Above the cave mansion, light flickered and fluctuated, and a divine thought scanned over, seemingly determining something.

Finally, the light receded.

A guiding light descended, shining upon Lu Xuanji’s body.

Lu Xuanji did not resist, allowing the light to guide him.

In the next instant, Lu Xuanji appeared within the grotto.

The sky in the grotto heaven was vast and grand, with pure qi rising: the earth of the grotto was heavy and long, with dense qi sinking.

Within the grotto heaven, there was a Golden Crow in the sky, emitting scorching light, transforming into a sun; while a Jade Rabbit leaped, spreading a chill in the void, evolving into a moon. The Golden Crow rises, the Jade Rabbit sets, the sun rises and the moon sets, evolving the day-night cycle of the grotto world.

In the sky above, there are stars twinkling, a total of three hundred and sixty-five, the stars flickering and changing, strands of starlight power descending.

The sun and moon rotate, stars change, not much different from the outside world.

On the earth, there are ravines, mountains, plains, valleys, lakes, ridges, etc., various complex terrains intertwined, rising and falling together. The diversity of terrain leads to equally rich and varied flora and fauna.

Here, things grow hair, various spirit grass and spirit medicine grow.

Various spiritual insects move up and down, gnawing on spirit medicine.

There are also spiritual birds flickering, swooping down to prey.

There are packs of wolves, running and leaping, bodies small and light, relying on sheer numbers, roaming from all directions, hunting prey; while fierce tigers cautiously lurk, constantly approaching enemies, then pouncing, accelerating forward, straight for a throat lock and tear.

In the grasslands, there are deer eating wild grass, while eating, constantly watching all around, ears listening, ready to run at any moment.

A bear reaches a beehive directly, starts rummaging through it, eating honey, while the hive bursts, countless bees roam rapidly, hunting.

Crocodiles lurk in swamps, motionless, integrating with the surrounding mud for two consecutive days, waiting for prey to approach; a stag cautiously approaches, nearing the river to drink water.

The next moment, the crocodile strikes, aiming directly for the stag’s neck; the stag leaps, avoiding the bite.

Thud!

With the sound of impact, the crocodile falls to the ground, failing to catch the prey.

Its four short legs slide fast, advancing rapidly, mouth previously tearing at the stag; the panicked stag shakes and trembles, moving quickly to run.

The crocodile’s speed can’t match the stag’s, after a brief sprint, it seems exhausted, speed starting to decline, has no choice but to give up.

On a distant plain, a group of Feather Demon Race cultivators fold their wings, driving cattle pulling plows forward; behind them, cultivators closely follow, sowing seeds. Others progress behind, clearing the fields, smoothing the ground.

A group of Feather Demon Race cultivators walks among the mountain ridges, picking tea leaves.

Another group paddling boats across the lake, casting nets to catch fish.

They are all cultivators, but even cultivators must work the land.

Another group of Demon Race cultivators walking through spiritual fields, tending to spirit medicine.

In the central area, a city is established, within it cultivators gather, walking back and forth, purchasing certain goods, or buying certain merchandise.

As his figure flickered, Lu Xuanji descended into a particular cave mansion.

A woman appeared at the cave mansion’s entrance, white wings behind her, a tall figure, golden hair, eyes like stars, emitting an aura of light, saying, “You’re here!”

Lu Xuanji said, “I am here!”

Shi Xue said, “Congratulations, you finally broke the shackles, entered an unprecedented realm, and are about to ascend to the Immortal Realm!”

Lu Xuanji said, “Xiao Xue, come with me! At the moment of ascension to the Immortal Realm, I’ll take you with me!”

Shi Xue listened, but fell silent, and after a long pause spoke, “Xuanji, the Feather Demon Race’s power is rather weak, I’m still worried. If I ascend, the Feather Demon Race might face attacks from strong enemies, possibly leading to the clan’s annihilation. I’m sorry, I cannot leave!”