Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 897 687: A Century of Vicissitudes, Upheaval in Chu Country (Part 2)

Just like on a piece of paper, the shortest distance between two black dots is to draw a straight line; but if the paper is folded, the two black dots overlap, and the distance is infinitely close to zero.

Before reaching the Refining Void stage, a cultivator could only rely on their own escape technique to travel, moving either in a straight line or along a curved path; but once at the Refining Void stage, they can fold space, using spatial teleportation so that the distance between one location to another is infinitely close to zero once the coordinates are determined.

Lu Xuanji's thoughts flickered as he determined the coordinates, confirmed the exact distance, and began to fold space, disappearing in an instant.

Ripples flashed in the void, and he appeared at a position five light years away, albeit slightly off mark.

He recalibrated the coordinates and moved quickly.

Yet the orientation had its deviations, continuously corrected.

A day later, he finally returned to the Purple Mansion Star.

He identified the exact location on the planet and then descended onto it.

...

Invisible and formless, he descended onto Yuan Continent, though there was an error upon landing.

Initially, he intended to land in Chu Country but found himself greatly off course, hundreds of thousands of kilometers astray, landing forcibly on the ground of Jin Country.

Without much rest, Lu Xuanji's footsteps flickered, golden light shimmering, heading towards Chu Country.

In his heart, there was trepidation, unease, and a faint dread.

Three days later, he finally returned to Chu Country.

The once peaceful Chu Country seemed as if it had undergone a brutal war. Upon entering, Lu Xuanji saw ruins, endless evil qi, blood-stained soil, and the wails and resentment of all beings. Setting foot here, Lu Xuanji's cold heart only grew colder.

In the past, this place was peaceful and harmonious, with birds singing and flowers blossoming, farmers tilling the land, merchants traveling, cattle and sheep grazing, children playing, and in the towns, the bustling sounds of vendors, a flow of people coming and going, and crowds haggling.

But now, everything had vanished.

Entering a village, it seemed abandoned for some time. The ground was covered in dust, scattered leaves, and wild grass growing unchecked; it hadn't been cleaned in ages. Many houses had collapsed or were in ruins, and even those well-preserved were empty and desolate.

Treading the ground, one might even come across a few white bones or fragmented skulls.

Again, his form flickered, and Lu Xuanji entered a city. This city was once extraordinarily prosperous, but now it was vast and empty, devoid of a single living soul. Formerly housing two hundred thousand people, now not a single human walked its streets, not even a ghost.

Crack!

Crack!

The ground merely held some shattered skeletal remains, which, upon the slightest vibration, turned to ancient powder.

Killing intent flashed in Lu Xuanji's eyes as he instinctively clenched his fist, maneuvering the Heavenly Dao Authority, beginning to deduce past scenes.

Reflecting the past, magical power surged to the extreme, and frames of the past emerged. In these visions, a Nascent Soul Cultivator deployed a secret technique to unleash devastation; a city vanished in an instant, two hundred thousand souls turning to smoke, disappearing like a swarm of ants.

Harnessing the Heavenly Dao Authority, Lu Xuanji perceived the past, seeing into all of Chu Country.

A hundred years ago, during his battle with Cyan Wine, a sudden invasion by a group of cultivators beset Chu Country, bringing it to the brink of annihilation. From the common mortals, the Qi Cultivation Cultivators, the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, to the top-tier cultivators, all were massacred, leaving only a few who managed to flee; the majority were utterly slaughtered.

The worst had indeed occurred.

Never overestimate some people's integrity; it is often not high, but rather shockingly low.

"I didn't kill Boren, yet Boren died because of me!"

Lu Xuanji spoke, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.

He was prudent and intelligent, advising the Lu Family's cultivators to remain low-key and hidden before attending the conference; during the decisive battle against Cyan Wine, he again reminded the Lu Family's cultivators to take refuge in the Grotto Heaven.

Some of the Lu Family's elite cultivators took shelter in the Grotto Heaven, safe and sound.

However, those opting to hide in the Grotto Heaven were few, while most of Chu Country's mortals and cultivators continued their daily lives. Some of the Lu Family's lower-ranked cultivators and peripheral members also lived outside, not seeking refuge in the Grotto Heaven.

There was simply no perceived necessity.

Chu Country housed about thirty billion mortals and various cultivators, making it impossible for all to hide in the Grotto Heaven.

During these years, the Lu Family expanded, their various branches swelling; the mortal population reached thirty trillion, and cultivators numbered three million. It was impractical for all to enter the Grotto Heaven.

In the Grotto Heaven, space and resources were limited, allowing only a few cultivators to enter.

Upon his notification, under Ning Xue's command, about a hundred thousand elite Lu Family cultivators entered the Grotto Heaven. The others did not enter because it was deemed unnecessary, as the Purple Mansion Realm adhered to certain rules, and cultivators typically did not massacre mortals en masse. Historically, cultivator battles seldom affected mortals.

A cultivator clan vanquishing another would only slay those above the Purple Mansion stage; ordinary mortals and lower-tier Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment cultivators were often spared, observing a relative martial virtue.

But this time, foreign cultivators invaded Chu Country, killing indiscriminately, be it mortals or lower-tier cultivators. They killed, killed, and killed, breaking the unwritten rules of the Cultivation Immortality Realm.

"Cyan Wine, you are too cruel… to lay hands on mortals. Chu Country's three hundred billion mortals were slaughtered by you all!" Lu Xuanji gnashed his teeth, seemingly enraged to the extreme, his arm trembling.

After the massacre, Chu Country became desolate, its vast area forcibly turned into a no-man's land, barren and terrifying—neither a human nor ghost remained.

Suppressing his anger, Lu Xuanji vanished.

...

His form flickered, and Lu Xuanji appeared in the Lu Family's Grotto Heaven.

Perceiving everything within the Grotto Heaven, he breathed a sigh of relief—it had not been discovered by enemies and remained safe.

"Who!"

At that moment, a Divine Thought locked onto him, Ning Xue's figure appearing.

"It's me!"

Lu Xuanji spoke.

Ning Xue, skeptical, asked, "Are you the master?"

She did not approach but instead used her Divine Thought to inspect him thoroughly. After confirming without error, she rushed forward to embrace Lu Xuanji, breaking into tears: "Master, you're alive, you're alive. I thought you were dead. Just a hundred years ago, I received the news that you were slain by that Supreme Powerhouse. Shortly thereafter, Chu Country was slaughtered."

"Subsequently, the chaotic Purple Mansion World was unified, as the Ten Great Sects joined forces and integrated with other small forces to establish the Chaos Dynasty. That Chaos Immortal Body became the dynasty's dominator, beginning to unify the Purple Mansion World's various factions, forming a massive cultivator army, merging the Cultivation Realm's dominant resources to resist the Feiyu Realm."

"Now, the Chaos Immortal Body Cyan Wine has become the world's ruler, blessed with the destiny of the realm, his fortune reaching the heavens, suppressing the world. As for our Lu Family and some rebellious forces, we can only hide in the Grotto Heaven or a few Secret Realms, barely surviving."

"Master, the situation is extremely unfavorable for us."

"Pity our Chu Country!"

Ning Xue spoke, recounting the hardships of these years, her heart filled with endless grievance.

Lu Xuanji listened, his heart complex.

Within the Chaos Ancient Array Faction, time was imperceptible, seemingly passing briefly from being sealed to breaking free; yet in the real world, a century had passed, the world undergoing earth-shattering changes.

The world had become exceedingly unfamiliar, increasingly unclear.

"Rest assured, such hatred, how can we forget!" Lu Xuanji declared, "If this grievance is not avenged, I swear not to be human!"