After being able to move freely, Li Taixu felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. He quickly bowed to Hu Le on Biyou's bed and said respectfully, "I am Li Taixu, paying my respects to the Immortal Master!"
Hu Le looked at the ant-like being in front of him, but his heart was not greatly stirred.
He was merely a Golden Immortal; it was hardly enough to warrant his attention.
He said calmly, "Judging from your appearance, you are a person of good character and virtue, so you must not have done anything evil."
"Since that's the case, I'll spare your life. Leave quickly."
After saying that, Hu Le waved his sleeve, and an invisible, powerful force instantly enveloped Li Taixu.
This force was like a giant hand, forcibly sending Li Taixu out of the Heavenly Divine Mountain.
When Li Taixu opened his eyes again, he found himself in the heavens.
He felt the binding force on his body disappear completely, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He exhaled a deep breath, feeling as if he had been reborn.
Then, he respectfully bowed towards the direction of the divine mountain in the heavens to express his gratitude to the mysterious master.
However, when he recalled the tragic fate of Qi Yuntian and the others, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a hint of regret on his face.
Finally, he reluctantly summoned a lucky cloud, stepped onto it, and left without looking back.
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In the Heavenly Divine Mountain, Du Xuan was somewhat surprised to see Hu Le let Li Taixu leave, but he didn't say much. He simply greeted Hu Le and then turned to walk towards the back of the mountain to continue his cultivation.
As time passed and years flew by, Du Xuan devoted himself to cultivation in the back mountains, ignoring all outside affairs.
However, one day, while he was cultivating, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, as if he had lost something in the darkness.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the mark he had left on the town's stone tablet in the South China Sea Immortal Mansion had disappeared.
He immediately realized that someone must have reoccupied the Immortal Abode and erased his mark.
Thinking of this, Du Xuan frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "It seems someone has already seized my immortal abode..."
But he did not take immediate action; instead, he shook his head slightly, indicating his helplessness.
He had already taken out most of the treasures from the immortal mansion, and the remaining treasures could not be used in the short term.
They are currently suppressed within the volcano and guarded by a giant dragon. Since the time is not right, the new master of the immortal abode will probably be unable to do anything and will end up with nothing but an empty immortal abode.
The celestial mountain where he is currently located has a spiritual energy density that is in no way inferior to that of the Immortal Abode, so he is not in a hurry to reclaim the Immortal Abode.
Furthermore, considering that his current cultivation level was not high enough, he feared that he might encounter danger if he rashly went to the Immortal Abode to reclaim the lost territory.
Of course, he knew in his heart that as long as he asked, his senior brother would definitely lend a helping hand.
But he had already troubled his senior brother many times, and he was really embarrassed to bother him again because of this matter.
He quickly put the matter out of his mind and devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.
After all, to gain a foothold in the cultivation world, one must rely on one's own cultivation level as the foundation.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the sun and moon alternate, and more than a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, something unusual suddenly appeared on the back mountain of the Heavenly Divine Mountain.
Clusters of spiritual energy gathered towards a certain celestial palace, transforming into boundless radiant light that bloomed across the heavens and earth.
A moment later, the endless spiritual energy transformed into a funnel shape and poured into the hall.
At this moment, Du Xuan was sitting upright on a futon in the hall, surrounded by the rules of heaven and earth, with spiritual energy turning into swirling clouds.
He was only one step away from achieving the primordial spirit...
After an unknown amount of time, Du Xuan suddenly trembled, and in the next instant, a burst of spiritual light flew out from behind his head.
In an instant, a primordial spirit appeared on the spiritual light.
This primordial spirit has just been formed. It appears to be surrounded by celestial light and possesses boundless potential. However, due to its initial formation, it still contains some impurities and has a long way to go before reaching the state of pure Yang perfection.
Just then, the primordial spirit gathered the spiritual light, transforming it into a stream of light that shot into the sky at an astonishing speed, appearing at the summit of the immortal mountain in the blink of an eye.
Rumble!
The sky suddenly darkened, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, with endless thunder rumbling in the void.
An invisible force of destruction descended from above, locking onto Du Xuan's primordial spirit from afar.
"Well done!" Du Xuan shouted excitedly upon seeing this.
He needed to use the lightning and fire of this heavenly tribulation to temper the impurities in his primordial spirit and take this opportunity to collect some pure yang true water.
The next instant, a thunderous explosion ripped apart the dark clouds that filled the sky.
In an instant, countless fireballs and lightning bolts struck down, heading straight for Du Xuan's primordial spirit.
If a cultivator wishes to attain the position of a celestial immortal, he must undergo the forty-nine heavenly tribulations.
This is not only a test from heaven and earth for them, but also a process of tempering their primordial spirit and bringing it to the realm of pure yang. At this moment, Du Xuan is facing the Nine Heavenly Tribulations.
As countless fireballs accompanied by lightning rained down, they instantly engulfed Du Xuan's primordial spirit.
This time, he was facing the Heavenly Tribulation of Bing Fire.
At this moment, an endless sea of fire tightly surrounded Du Xuan, and wisps of lightning, like serpents, continuously bombarded his primordial spirit.
However, Du Xuan had already planned how to overcome this calamity.
The most foolish way for cultivators to overcome tribulations is to simply tough it out. Some people use magical treasures to resist the tribulations, while others set up formations for defense.
With just a slight thought, a thousand-petaled blue lotus slowly rose beneath Du Xuan's feet, radiating countless rays of clear light and protecting him within.
At the same time, he also summoned a flying sword made of Yi wood, which moved like lightning, and deftly flicked away clusters of Bing fire.
After about half an incense stick's time, the lightning tribulation finally weakened, and the surrounding fire and lightning became much sparser.
Just then, the dense dark clouds high in the sky began to thin out.
Seeing this, Du Xuan knew that the opportunity was rare. He immediately urged the Yi Wood Flying Sword, and his body suddenly leaped upward, breaking through layers of lightning and flames, and rushed straight to the bottom of the thundercloud.
Immediately afterwards, he merged his primordial spirit into the thundercloud without hesitation and quickly unleashed the sword light.
In just a dozen breaths, the thunderclouds covering the sky were torn to pieces.
A moment later, the clouds dissipated, the sky cleared, and the aura of destruction that had enveloped the world vanished.
Du Xuan then sheathed his flying sword and let his primordial spirit fall downwards, instantly returning to his physical body.
At this moment, drops of pure Yang True Water fell from the sky. Du Xuan quickly tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and swallowed these precious drops of pure Yang True Water. He then began to transport them to his sea of consciousness to dissolve them and use them to refine the impurities in his primordial spirit.
As the pure Yang water continued to wash over him, Du Xuan felt incredibly comfortable, and the impurities gradually turned into wisps of smoke that drifted away.
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