However, his dream was not to live for a hundred years. He wanted... to live forever!
"I want a hundred years. I want forever!" After reviewing the ancient records, he shed tears of blood, and even more clearly understood the situation regarding the establishnt of the Foundation. The most convincing factor was that from ancient tis to the present, not a single cultivator who established a Mortal-Dao Foundation had ever reached the Gold Core stage!
If he wanted to cultivate all the way to the Gold Core, he had to reach Earthstring Foundation Establishnt!
Even the lowest level of the Gold Core Stage is more long-lived than the Foundation Establishnt. Clearly, the higher the cultivation base, the greater the chances of survival.
"I can avoid this situation, but a hundred years later... how could I avoid death? At that ti, wouldn't I regret not having had the chance to reach the Earthstring Foundation?" Over the past three months, Yan Xiaobao resolved this issue again and again. Finally, he reached a state of madness. Clenching his teeth, he finally made his decision.
"I'll do anything to live forever!" he shouted as he mounted the golden Crow Sword and shot towards Daoseed Mountain. Soon after other disciples gathered, he appeared. Yan Xiaobao's arrival drew quite a bit of attention. Everyone was watching him, including Shangguan Tianyou, Zhou Xinqi, Lu Tianlei, Beihan Lie, Xu Song, Gongsun Wan'er, Gongsun Yun, Hou Yunfei... and the ghost!
An expression of encouragent slowly appeared in Li Qinghou's eyes.
Yan Xiaobao hurriedly approached Li Qinghou, clasped his hands, and bowed deeply.
Li Qinghou could see how bloodshot the eyes were and knew that convincing himself must have been quite difficult.
"Stand behind ," he said.
Yan Xiaobao straightened up and quickly stood behind Li Qinghou. Looking around, he saw Hou Yunfei, whom he hadn't seen since he was transferred to the North Shore. During their separation, Hou Yunfei had participated in an inner trial. After becoming a disciple of the Inner Sect, he benefited from his Clan's help and skyrocketed to Level 10 of Qi Condensation.
Their eyes t, and Hou Yunfei nodded encouragingly. Yan Xiaobao nodded back. However, there was no ti for chatting, as the doors to the hall had already opened.
As they did, Zheng Yuandong's voice echoed from inside.
"The origin of the original spirit hollow is unknown. Long ago, before the Lone Hell Pocket Realm existed, it was the only place in the eastern lower region where Earth Energy gathered. Countless wars waged outside the spirit hollow until three powerful sects controlled it. When the Spiritual Flow Sect rose to power, it ca under the control of the Four Great Sects!
"The Lone Hell Pocket Kingdom suddenly appeared 10,000 years ago on the Hellwood Continent. It's a barren wasteland, devoid of any living creatures except for the banebeasts on the ground. Many wars were also waged in that place until the Four Great Sects took control of it and chose to share it as the second Foundation Holy Land.
"The Fallen Sword Abyss dates back 5,000 years ago when an indescribably gigantic sword fell from the sky. It was enormous, larger than a hundred Spiritual Flow Sects combined and contained terrifying power. It pierced through the canopy above, descending in a straight line into the ground near Mount Flacrane, delivering Sword Qi all the way down into the Underworld. As for the sword itself, it was brimming with Earth Energy. [1. This 'Flacrane' is a type of bird in Chinese mythology. I couldn't find any good articles about it in English. According to an article I found on Baidu, it represents a portent of impending destruction. The Chinese na of the bird in 'double fragrance' should co from the sound of burning wood or bamboo. This bird is a bit like a Red-crowned Crane, except it has one leg, blue feathers, red spots, and white bill. Whenever it appears, it signifies fiery destruction on the horizon.
"Because of this, the sword's interior is very much like the other two Foundation Establishnt Holy Lands; it's brimming with innurable groundhogs. Killing them to collect Earth Energy, when you have enough energy, you can convert it into an Earth Capture Crystal to summon the potential Earth Energy in the Fallen Sword Abyss!
"According to investigations and analyses by the Four Great Sects, when the sword fell from the sky, it absorbed a bit of the Heavenly Dao Halo, which ans there might be so Celestial Energy within it!
"Of course, the Heavenstring Foundation Establishnt is also known as the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt!" At this point, Zheng Yuandong paused for a mont, looking at the crowd, his eyes sparkling as if with lightning.
"The path of cultivation is narrow and narrow; the only way to walk it is to tread upon countless corpses. Only then do you have a chance to touch... the Supre Dao!
"During this Foundation Establishnt trial... all of you must do your best to kill the disciples of the other three sects. After all, this is a trial by fire, but it's also a war between the Four Sects, and more importantly, it's directly related to the fate of the Spirit Sect. I'll reveal more to you after you return!
"In my view, I have no doubt that the disciples of the other three sects will also do their utmost to kill you. In the Foundation Establishnt Holy Lands, the opportunity to enter the Foundation Stage is not open to everyone! Resources are limited; this is a grand contest for the Dao!" Zheng Yuandong waved his sleeve, his thundering voice echoing in all directions. All over 200 Inner Sect disciples responded with confident cheers.
"This Foundation trial will be presided over by the Peak Lord Irispetal of Violet Peak and Ouyang Jie from the Judicial Hall. They've made all necessary arrangents. 100 disciples will enter the Fallen Sword Abyss, while two groups of 75 will enter the Lone Hell Pocket Realm and the Primordial Spirit Hollow. Now, activate the grand Spell to the Foundation Establishnt Holy Land!"
Soon, as a gigantic spell array opened, a roaring sound could be heard, and over 200 disciples slowly vanished. Outside the spell formation, Li Qinghou stood there, with a look of anticipation and anxiety on his face. He felt he was watching a fledgling eagle spread its wings. Below was a bottomless abyss, and in the distance, the sun was just beginning to rise.
Mount Flacrane was located on the Justice Continent and had ascended to the heavens long ago. At that ti, it was taller than any peak in the Spirit Sect, in fact, it was larger than the entire Spirit Sect.
But now, the situation was different. More than half of the mountain had been destroyed, and the vast surrounding land had all shrunk into barren wastelands, occupying nearly half of the Justice Continent.
Mortals and beasts could not survive in such conditions, and even cultivators who spent too much ti there would eventually et shocking deaths. They would spontaneously explode, and the scattered Sword Qi that followed would burst from their destroyed bodies.
All of this was due to the gigantic sword that had fallen from the sky. It was an ancient sword, with countless Magic Symbols carved on its surface, all in varying states of corrosion. This sword was stabbed halfway into the ground directly in front of Mount Flacrane. Fissures spread from the sword in all directions, the narrowest several ters wide, the largest thirty ters or more. The fissures themselves were black and accompanied by intense cold.
The entire surface of the ground around the sword was covered in a gleaming shield, preventing anyone from entering.
The sword was enormous; even the visible blade section, along with the handle, was much taller than Mount Flacrane. If the sword's size was compared to a hand, then the mountain was like an ant.
Of course, when comparing a cultivator to a mountain, the mountain was like the hand, and cultivators standing atop it were like ants.
Two sects had gathered at the top of Mount Flacrane. One group consisted of 80 disciples, while the other consisted of 100. Both were led by Foundation Stage cultivators, who were currently chatting. On the other hand, these two groups of disciples glared at each other with open hostility.
To the left were 80 disciples. They all wore white robes, with images of pills embroidered on their sleeves. Additionally, the entire group exuded a dicinal fragrance.
They were precisely the Pill Stream Sect!
Opposite them were 100 disciples. They wore deep blue robes, emanating profound fluctuations of cultivation bases. If one observed so of the disciples carefully, it was possible to see parts of their bodies surging in strange ways.
They were exactly the Profound Sect!
Even as both sides asured each other, the clouds above began to disperse, revealing countless Magic Symbols. At first, they flickered back and forth between the shapes of a cauldron and a sword, but in the end, they roared in the form of a massive ink dragon at the top of its lungs.
The leader of the group from the Pill Stream Sect was a middle-aged woman. She looked up with glittering eyes and murmured, "The Spirit Sect is here."
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