Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 973: Chapter 724: Purple Mansion Order, Death Witch (Part 2)

Similarly, why is it that infants born in the Immortal Realm are immediately at the Divinity Transformation stage and can easily become Immortals with a little effort? It is because they are constantly breathing Immortal Qi, tempering their bodies with it. Becoming an Immortal may be extremely difficult for cultivators in the Lower Realm, but for the inhabitants of the Immortal Realm, it is achieved with ease.

The starting point cannot determine a person’s upper limit, but it can decide their lower limit.

Boom boom boom!

Lu Xuanji operated his Cultivation Technique, and immediately countless strands of Immortal Qi entered his body, slowly elevating his life level. His cells gently stirred, bringing waves of comfort as if soaking in a bath, falling into endless ease, a sensation indescribable.

Staying here for just a quarter of an hour is equivalent to cultivating for a year outside.

Not to mention anything else, just staying here for a while is a supreme opportunity.

Lu Xuanji shifted his body, golden light flickering under his feet, moving towards a certain location while his Divine Thought flickered, continuously observing his surroundings.

Gray mist shrouded the void, obscuring both the sky and the ground, the front and the back invisible, and his Divine Thought, which could once scan thousands of miles, was now restricted to a mere thousand meters.

The void resonated with a whistling sound.

Air currents flowed incessantly, forming space-time tides, continuously oscillating and sweeping in all directions.

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, moving along the airflow like a large bird advancing, constantly shifting and adapting.

He continued to walk.

After two hours, he had not encountered another cultivator, enemy, danger, or adventure, as if trapped in a world of fog.

"Phone, Baidu Map!"

Lu Xuanji frowned, seemingly thinking of something, instinctively opening the map.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the phone rang, the screen continuously changing and expanding, and the map appeared inside.

The map started small but gradually expanded; the image, however, remained blurry as if smeared with glue or dust, certain areas obscured, making their exact positions unclear.

Lu Xuanji frowned slightly, his Divine Thought flickering as he injected it into the phone.

The phone rang, voraciously absorbing Divine Soul Power like a Taotie, the consumption becoming increasingly intense.

Gradually, it seemed overwhelming; his complexion turned pale.

But the originally blurry map also became clearer, revealing previously unseen scenes.

On the map, small red dots appeared, each one spinning in place like a headless fly, moving within a confined area. Upon closer inspection, among them was a red dot representing Lu Xuanji.

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, advancing towards a certain location, yet the map showed him retreating;

Walking towards the right, the map showed him ascending;

Flying upwards, yet the movement seemed towards the left,

Seemingly, his sense of perception had become confused, indistinguishable from front to back, left to right, losing basic directional judgment.

"The methods of Immortals are indeed formidable, causing errors in my perception of the world, but fortunately, the map corrects everything..." Lu Xuanji closed his eyes, closed his ears, shut his Divine Thought, withdrawing completely into endless nothingness.

His Divine Thought directed the phone, navigating towards a specific location.

There, at the center of the Cave Mansion, stood a grand palace.

Swish swish!

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, moving swiftly and steadily, gradually approaching the palace.

The palace drew near, his steps flickering, Lu Xuanji ascended the palace.

At this moment, he opened his eyes.

From on high, he looked down.

Amidst countless mists, cultivators appeared, seemingly lost within the illusion, continuously moving, unable to find their bearings, and confined to a limited range.

Lu Xuanji stepped forward, pushing towards the large door ahead.

Creak!

Creak!

The door creaked softly as it slowly opened.

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, about to enter.

At that moment, a bloody Sword Qi flickered, striking towards his back.

Its speed was swift and ruthless.

Lu Xuanji instinctively activated the Bell of Death, the large bell shielding his back.

Clang clang!

The bell absorbed most of the force, but the destructive energy still surged forth, impacting his viscera. Lu Xuanji couldn’t help but spit a mouthful of blood, his aura wilting. Not only was his body injured, but his Immortal Artifact also showed signs of collapsing, a large hole appearing on the bell’s surface.

The Dao Pattern on the Immortal Artifact lay in ruins, the sound of the Artifact Spirit’s anguished cries.

Artifact Spirit Yan spoke, "Xuanji, be careful. An unparalleled strong adversary, a Ninth-Layer of Tribulation Crossing, has arrived. Be cautious, don’t die here!"

Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, looking forward.

Before him stood a woman, her delicate eyebrows arched, eyes glistening with allure, starry eyes filled with endless temptation, as brilliant as the starry sky, her small, pink nose, ruby lips dripping crimson, pearly teeth lightly biting, a faint smile on her lips.

Her arms like exquisite jade, black, slender hair draping her back, simply held by a wooden hairpin.

Her neck, white as snow, with an indescribable allure, shoulders sharp as if carved, chest full and firm, waist slender and enchanting, her tall, graceful figure clad in a red silken phoenix dress, the fabric thin as cicada’s wings, with fine pleats along the skirt edges. Inside, she wore red silk pants, with dark floral velvet borders, the black ribbon fluttering in the wind.

Barefoot, she stood hovering three feet above the ground.

Her feet white and flawless, exuding supreme attraction.

In her hand was a scroll, about one foot high and two feet long, depicting scenes of deceased celestial beings, phoenixes with broken wings, True Dragons fallen, gods meeting their demise, each scene following the next, with a bloody killing aura boiling over, seemingly evolving into an unmatched domain of slaughter.

"How should I address you, Daoist friend?" the woman inquired.

"Creation Daoist!" Lu Xuanji responded.

The woman said, "I am called Shi Yan, known as the Death Witch. Once there was a cultivator called the Emperor of Death, whose title conflicted with mine. As a result, we fought, fiercely battling until that Emperor of Death was slain by me."

"As for his Lifebound Treasure, the Bell of Death, it vanished without a trace!"

"Unexpectedly, after countless years, I see the Bell of Death once more, having broken through limitations, reaching the Realm of Immortal Artifacts. The Bell of Death has again fallen into your hands. Such coincidences indeed bring past enemies to a narrow road, inevitable encounters!"

Lu Xuanji was about to say something.

However, Artifact Spirit Yan spoke angrily, "Xuanji, let’s join forces to kill him. If we succeed, I will recognize you as my master, granting you complete control."

Artifact Spirit Yan, relying solely on its Artifact Spirit Body, possessed the combat power of the Third Layer Tribulation Crossing. If augmented by the Immortal Artifact itself, it could contend with the Ninth-Layer Tribulation Crossing. Back then, accepting Lu Xuanji, they were on equal terms as Daoist friends.

But now, to defeat this nemesis,

Artifact Spirit Yan didn’t hesitate to promise greatly.

Lu Xuanji said, "Alright, if I survive, it’s all open to discussion!"

Shi Yan said, "Are you not convinced? Then I shall kill you!"

Saying so, her aura erupted, activating the scroll in her hand, transforming into a blood-colored light, sweeping directly down, annihilating everything.