The sects they managed naturally had their own small worlds, but the emergence of the Primordial Sea was a first for them.
The control over the small worlds rested with the Old Ancestors of the Purple Mansion realm; even though they were sect leaders, they couldn't enter the Primordial Sea.
As for what benefits the younger generation would gain, no one could say for sure, but they firmly believed that the Primordial Sea held immense advantages not found elsewhere.
After the grand martial competition concluded, no one left. They intended to meditate there for a few days, observing the changes that would occur when these prodigies emerged.
After all, for cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment realm and above, closing off for a month or two was a common occurrence, so a few days was but a blink of an eye.
Indeed, Foundation Establishment cultivators had lifespans of two hundred years, far exceeding that of ordinary mortals.
“Brother Zhu Shen, this is also your first time witnessing the emergence of the Primordial Sea, isn't it? I wonder what your esteemed Purple Mansion realm Old Ancestor was thinking, to be so generous…”
Dugu Jingjue, the sect leader of the Heavenly Demonic Sect, said this.
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“Heh heh, the grand martial competition has concluded. Staying here longer serves no purpose. Esteemed guests, please depart!”
In response to the inquiry from Dugu Jingjue, the sect leader of the Heavenly Demonic Sect, Zhu Shenzi, the sect leader of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, first offered a wry smile, then his expression abruptly turned stern as he directly issued a dismissal to everyone!
Clearly, Zhu Shenzi did not wish for outsiders to know the secret of the Primordial Sea within the Taiyi Immortal Sect's small world.
Facing Zhu Shenzi’s dismissal, the sect leaders of the other nineteen ruling powers showed little reaction on their faces. They merely shook their heads slightly, evidently having anticipated Zhu Shenzi’s actions.
Despite the displeasure of being dismissed by their host, the guests didn't say much, as they were on someone else's territory.
Without any further pleasantries, only two curt sentences fell upon everyone’s ears.
The instant this voice fell, above the Taiyi Immortal Sect, as the Taiyi Annihilation Ten Absolute Array operated in reverse, the skies began to undergo significant changes.
With a rumbling sound, the suspended palaces and cities in the sky began to return to their original positions one by one.
Witnessing this scene, all the cultivators knew that their visit to the Taiyi Immortal Sect for the ceremony was coming to an end.
The Taiyi Immortal Sect's five-hundredth anniversary celebration, which had lasted for nearly several months, was over…
For the vast number of low-level cultivators who had come to witness the ceremony, this trip had been immensely rewarding.
Not only had they seen a grand spectacle that might be impossible to witness again in their lifetime, but they had also gained topics for boasting to their friends for a lifetime. They were fortunate to have made this journey.
Although they felt a sense of lingering regret, this was the Taiyi Immortal Sect, one of the ruling powers of the Kyushu cultivation world, and their own territory.
Here, no one dared to raise any objections, not even to utter a single slightly offensive word.
The five-hundredth anniversary ceremony was over, and naturally, all the cultivators who had come to witness it had to depart…
Flashes of light streaked across the sky. These cultivators, each employing their own methods, departed from the Taiyi Immortal Sect’s mountain gate.
As these large numbers of outside cultivators left, the Taiyi Immortal Sect, which had been bustling for a long time, once again returned to its usual tranquility.
Nascent Soul stage cultivators, Core Formation stage cultivators, and Foundation Establishment stage cultivators departed one by one throughout the day, according to their respective strengths.
After Zhu Shenzi, the sect leader of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, saw everyone off, he stood before the small world, lost in thought for a long time.
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This was a vast and dreamlike place.
Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, Lu Yi, and Xue Rou'er all appeared on a staircase.
“Tsk, this is the Primordial Sea. It feels no different from the outside!” Mo Wen asked in confusion.
“Hmph, if this Primordial Sea could show you anything out of the ordinary, it wouldn’t be called the Primordial Sea. I’m taking the lead!”
Lu Yi snorted in rebuttal.
With that, Lu Yi vanished.
Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, and Xue Rou'er, the remaining seven, followed suit.
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A distance of dozens of miles passed in an instant.
Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, Lu Yi, and Xue Rou'er were now in a space about a hundred li in size.
Their figures hovered motionlessly above a pond with a diameter of three hundred zhang.
The eight felt a brightness before their eyes. The air they inhaled had a wondrous purifying effect on their souls, truly magical.
Seas of multicolored spiritual liquids, almost visible to the naked eye, appeared before them.
This was the Primordial Sea.
The surface of the Primordial Sea was still, and it appeared as viscous as molten gold or silver, giving a heavy impression.
Wu Tao maintained a calm expression outwardly, but inwardly, his heart was churning.
He could clearly sense that the pool water below was pure spiritual energy directly condensed into liquid form, faintly containing several types of magical energies that were impossible to discern.
In the next moment, an anomaly appeared in the sky. Space intertwined, and the Four Sacred Beasts—the dragon’s roar, the phoenix’s cry, the tortoise’s hiss, the tiger’s roar—erupted.
A single speck of dust, seemingly illusory yet real, was a miniature reflection of a true world.
There were towering mountains, vast plateaus stretching for a thousand li, enclosed basins, mighty rivers flowing, and surging oceans. There were yellow rock deserts, boundless deserts, and various bizarre creatures surviving within.
Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, Lu Yi, and Xue Rou'er all became solemn. This Primordial Sea was indeed extraordinary.
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After observing for a while, Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, Lu Yi, and Xue Rou'er all leaped into the waters of the Primordial Sea in unison.
Upon entering the Primordial Sea, the bodies of Zhu Hongzhang, Yan Yan, Wu Tao, Mo Wen, Chu Jiayi, Ximen Jingxue, Lu Yi, and Xue Rou'er were permeated by the utterly pure spiritual energy and the power of laws, causing them to fall into a dormant state.
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After falling into a deep slumber, Yan Yan found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.
At this moment, the ground began to crack open, and scorching lava surged towards him frantically, engulfing everything.
Yan Yan was not afraid; his eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the existence of intent within this scene. Without retreating, he charged into the lava.
Yan Yan’s intent of fire grew rapidly, and later, his comprehension of fire-attributed spells also deepened.
Yan Yan unleashed a strike that landed on the ground.
A heaven-shattering explosion erupted.
“BOOM!!!”
Terrifying golden flames spread out from the center of the explosion, creating ripples that propagated outwards.
Instantly, the surrounding temperature rose to a terrifying degree.
Amidst the chilling sound of melting, rocks softened like candles under the scorching flames, melting at a visible rate.
As the flames receded, Yan Yan stood still for a moment, then laughed to the heavens, “Good, very good. My intent of fire has not only doubled, but I have also comprehended a unique spell of my own.”
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On the other side.
Whoosh!
The wind began to blow in the sky, carrying snowflakes that fluttered down, enveloping heaven and earth. In the next moment, large snowflakes fell, accompanied by a howling wind—clearly a terrifying blizzard.
Arrow cultivators differed from ordinary archers.
Ordinary archers might imbue spiritual energy into their arrows, causing their power and speed to increase exponentially.
However, for true masters of the bow, achieving merely this was far from sufficient!
Just as sword cultivators emphasized the integration of essence, energy, and spirit, when they reached a certain realm and achieved a subtle resonance between essence, energy, and spirit, they could comprehend sword intent.
The path of the arrow was the same. If essence, energy, and spirit could reach that subtle state, unimaginable power could be unleashed.
Standing in the wind and snow, Ximen Jingxue, wielding the Nine Star Comet Bow, had indeed touched that threshold. Whether he could cross it, it seemed, was merely a matter of time or a fortuitous encounter.
After an unknown duration, Ximen Jingxue released the bowstring. An arrow, having absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, shot out rapidly.
In the next second, a massive explosion echoed from afar.
A mountain collapsed under Ximen Jingxue’s arrow.
The moment Ximen Jingxue drew his bow, he felt, in the depths of his being, immersed in an ineffable realm, as if at that moment, he had experienced the unity of heaven, earth, and arrow.
The arrow, as it was shot, broke through the barriers of heaven and earth, striking the mountain without the slightest hindrance.
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Three hours.
In this void of nothingness, Mo Wen, who had stood for three hours, raised his Yue Duangjiang Halberd and slashed at the empty space.
Brilliant halberd light crisscrossed. Mo Wen’s halberd strikes grew faster and faster.
With attacks ranging from weak to strong, he swung the halberd.
The halberd was no longer a halberd, but a waterfall, a meteor, creating an illusion of irresistibility.
At this moment, Mo Wen’s combat power had increased by a small degree.
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Sea of Qin Music.
Ding ding dong dong!
The sound of the qin surrounded, the melodious music flowed through the heart like delicate streams, beautiful, serene, soft, and tranquil.
The music drifted leisurely, playing out a sentiment that stirred the soul.
This music contained the song of the wind and the elegance of the moon. The emotions within were endless, unspeakable. Broken strings lay scattered, with blood staining the fingertips.
“I hear the qin weeping.”
At this moment, Xue Rou'er, for some reason, was in tears.
After listening to the composition in the Sea of Qin Music, Xue Rou'er took out the Nine Heavens Profound Saint Qin and began to play.
Beautiful and agile music flowed from her fingertips.
Xue Rou'er’s qin intent, unknowingly, had ascended to another level.
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