Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 993: Chapter 734: Daluo Seal (2)

The void was changing. A colossal demonic body emerged, its massive fist swelling ever larger as it hammered against the barrier of the void. Innumerable cracks appeared, like a shattered spiderweb. Yet in the next instant, a gray, hazy radiance flickered; a vast aura rose and fell between life and death, rapidly mending the damage.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

Swish, swish!

A black Treasure Sword flashed forth, Immortal Qi coiling around it. Immortal Dao Laws flickered between existence and extinction upon its blade—this was a supreme Immortal Sword.

The Immortal Sword cleaved down; the void splintered apart, yet as the Array circulated, most of the force was neutralized.

Jin Xi continued to inscribe Runes, repairing the damaged spots. At the same time, countless Spirit Veins churned, Spiritual Qi surging in Endless Life, directly siphoned away by the Array to sustain the operation of this colossal formation.

The Undying Demon Race attacked relentlessly, yet were helpless before the Array.

Watching this scene, Jin Xi quietly exhaled a breath of relief.

She was not only a peak Tribulation Crossing mighty expert, but also an Immortal Array Master. By relying on the resources of the Human Race, together with the support of many other powerhouses, she had forcibly arranged an unrivaled Immortal Array directly upon Yuan Continent. With this Immortal Array, though the allied armies of the various races were in a disadvantaged position, they had nevertheless withstood wave after wave of assault from the Undying Demon Race.

Yet by now, the Spirit Veins beneath the earth had suffered tremendous depletion. Innumerable Divine Materials were being consumed, and the resources of the Human Race were gradually nearing exhaustion. At most they could hold on for ten more years—then would be the moment when the Immortal Array was broken and all was utterly overrun.

The time left to the Human Race was running short.

…

The void shifted ceaselessly. In the endless emptiness, meteors glimmered, their nature changing from moment to moment.

At this instant, a certain meteor in the void seemed to suffer a tremendous impact. It emitted a low humming sound and then exploded outright.

As the meteor burst, a white-robed man appeared in the void. His expression seemed dazed; in a trance he opened his eyes, still somewhat muddle-headed, as though not yet fully awakened.

“Who first wakes from the great dream? Of my whole life, only I know. In my thatched hall I’ve slept my fill this spring, while outside the window the sun lingers slow.”

Lu Xuanji spoke softly.

Pinching his fingers to calculate, he realized that ten thousand years had already passed.

In that great war, he had suffered grievous injuries. Not only had his physical body been heavily damaged, even his Primordial Spirit was badly wounded, the enemy’s Laws eroding him. His Cultivation had plummeted to the Harmonization peak, and the situation in Weifang City had been tragically miserable. He had no choice but to enter slumber to nurse his wounds.

During his sleep, his injuries had been gradually healing.

The time of slumber was somewhat long; when he again opened his eyes, ten thousand years had already gone by.

Probing himself, he found that his wounds had fully recovered. The injuries of flesh and blood, the scars upon his Primordial Spirit, had all vanished without a trace, and his Cultivation had returned to its peak state.

At this moment, the Qi and Blood within his body radiated a dark-golden brilliance; within that flowing Qi and Blood surged an endless Power of Life. His eyes were as resplendent as sun and moon, emanating a terrifying aura. All the Acupoints across his body shone like stars, containing dreadful Energy. His five organs and Six Viscera had seemingly transformed into natural Grand Arrays, circulating the Five Elements Life and Death and the changes of the Six Harmonies.

The power within his four limbs was unprecedentedly mighty, as though it could suppress heaven and earth.

The aura along his spine rose skyward, like a True Dragon soaring and transforming.

By this point, he had become incomparably powerful. If he were to encounter an Undying Demon Monarch again, no longer would it be a bloody, pyrrhic victory; his chances of triumph had increased vastly.

“I have become much stronger…”

Lu Xuanji let his Divine Thought sweep out; it spread like countless ripples, penetrating all things. All information of the myriad beings flowed incessantly before him.

“So, the great war has broken out again. Yet the situation of the Human Race is rather dire. Xi’Er, Xiaoxue—very good, you’ve actually reached peak Tribulation Crossing Cultivation. That is an Immortal-level Grand Array… but their resources are being consumed violently; it seems they won’t be able to hold on for much longer…”

“However, I shall first undergo my Tribulation Crossing before speaking of anything else!”

Perceiving the tides of change over these ten thousand years, Lu Xuanji’s figure flickered. He stepped directly into the void, actively drawing down the tribulation.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The void thundered as tribulation clouds coalesced. Black tribulation clouds, golden tribulation clouds, violet tribulation clouds intertwined, an aura of annihilation surging upward. Thunderbolt snaked and danced within, and inside those arcs of lightning, one figure after another flickered and descended. The Great Emperor of the Primordial Beginning, the Emperor of Eternal Life, the Pure Yang Daoist Monarch, the Feiyu Daoist Monarch, the Feathering Daoist Monarch, the Two Rites Daoist Monarch, the White Bone Demon Monarch, the Primordial Chaos Demon Monarch, the Emperor of Reincarnation, the Blood River Emperor, the Death Demon Monarch, and others besides.

One figure after another appeared in succession, unbroken and continuous, their auras majestic and domineering, radiating boundless terror, as though they might at any moment bring down a catastrophe of destruction.

One after another, the figures flickered, ultimately gathering into thirty-six supreme phantoms.

Throughout the long river of history, the Purple Mansion World had birthed a total of thirty-six Immortals. They had successfully shouldered the tribulation, Ascended to the Immortal Realm, and left behind countless legends in the Mortal World. Even now, their names were still sung in many places, with all sorts of true and false tales circulated unceasingly.

At the same time, their Seals could be inscribed deep within the Heavenly Dao Origin, becoming one of the Ultimate Heavenly Dao Means.

Now, under the summoning of the Celestial Tribulation, the Seals of many Immortals surfaced one after another, their auras soaring skyward. Some wielded flashing Long Sabers, some brandished ever-shifting Treasure Swords, some manifested Pure Yang Great Suns, some burned with thunder and fire, some swung colossal hammers in assault.

What were Immortals? How terrifyingly strong were they? Every move, every style was nigh inseparable from the Dao itself; between slaughters they contained infinite dread and immeasurable destructive power.

Even the simplest Minor Divine Techniques, in the hands of an Immortal, became supreme Killing Moves.

At this level, notions like Minor Divine Techniques, Great Divine Techniques, Supreme Divine Techniques and the like had lost all meaning in the hands of these Immortals, for any casual strike, any simple Killing Move, was already terrifying, unfathomable, and birthed endless death.

“You are indeed powerful. Unfortunately, you are ultimately not the true Immortals themselves, but mere Seals. Had it been ten thousand years ago, I might still not have been your match and would have needed to struggle bitterly to win. But now…” Lu Xuanji spoke, his expression indifferent. “You are far too weak.”

“Creation Divine Fist—slay!”

“First move: Cleaving Heaven and Earth!”

“Second move: Daoist Natural Law!”

“Third move: All Things Return to Ruins!”

“Fourth move: Fate of Birth and Death!”

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, his body shifting ceaselessly as he threw out punch after punch, unbroken and continuous.

He seemed like the supreme Creator, grasping the Heavenly Dao, fashioning all things, forging heaven, earth, and all Techniques, and birthing the multitudes of living beings; yet at the same time he resembled the supreme Demon God, wiping out worlds with a wave, annihilating realms. A great world withered and dimmed, sank into extinction, and finally returned to nothingness.

At the moment of world-ending, not a ripple stirred within his heart—not a shred of evil thought was born from the destruction of billions of lives. When he waved his hand to create all, bathing all living beings in grace, though the multitudes were filled with gratitude, not a single thread of benevolence arose within him.

I am simply myself, neither elated by gain nor saddened by loss.

Lofty beyond measure, in mindset infinitely transcendent, neither elated by gain nor saddened by loss.

His Spirit stood outside the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Fist Technique unfolded; the Killing Moves rained down, each strike a destruction that followed upon the last.

One Immortal’s Seal shattered, then another Immortal’s Seal shattered. Unstoppable, like splitting bamboo, he crushed and swept away all things, obliterating everything in his path.

Those Immortal Seals counterattacked in turn, one technique after another, their slaughter indeed fierce and ruthless.

Yet when their attacks struck his body, they were greeted only by a flash of dark-golden radiance, then dispersed without a trace, dissolving directly into nothing.

In the end, after a final fierce clash, the last Immortal’s Seal shattered.

Wooo, wooo, wooo!

The Heavenly Dao wailed, and the tribulation clouds scattered and vanished.

He had passed through the eighth tribulation.

The void flickered, and an Immortal appeared, wearing a purple outer robe, so ordinary as to seem utterly mundane.

This was precisely the Purple Mansion Immortal King.

The Purple Mansion Immortal King fixed his gaze upon him, yet did not open his mouth. Instead, he said, “You are not bad, you are very not bad. This is for you.”

As he spoke, his own Seal shattered, transforming into a streak of violet light that flew toward him.

Lu Xuanji reached out and caught it. A violet Seal appeared upon his palm.

This violet Seal resembled an ancient Rune, ever-shifting as though at any moment it might change form, emanating an aura of Eternal, undying existence.

This was precisely the Daluo Seal!