Countless streams of spiritual energy, chilling energy, and unknown substances were frantically gathering in her dantian. At this moment, her dantian was like an inflated balloon, poised to reach its breaking point at any moment. And if it exceeded its capacity, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Master, you..." The little cloud dream beast's voice trembled slightly.
It was right behind Xiang Wan; how could it not know the danger?
Having never seriously cultivated, Xiang Wan knew that filling her dantian to an unbelievable level in a short period of time would not be good for her body. However, when she first guided qi into her body, she had a vague feeling that her body seemed to have its own set of cultivation rules, which might be related to something she couldn't remember.
Since this set of laws requires spiritual energy and cold energy, she will try her best to satisfy it and see how far it can go.
Perhaps sensing Xiang Wan's thoughts, and with a surge of pure cold energy entering his body and circulating along his meridians, the hidden Ice Technique throughout his body was fully awakened.
"The cold air has moved towards the Eternal Realm, and the order of the Forbidden Land is about to be broken. So what is hidden beneath the Forbidden Land..." He Bailan's expression was solemn as he hovered in front of a misty, indistinct valley, carefully observing the situation before him. "This mist seems to be thinner, and it has lost its previous domineering aura. What exactly is going on?"
In this forbidden area, there were restrictions everywhere, so He Bailan dared not release her divine sense to investigate at will.
After a moment's hesitation, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and addressed the void, saying, "Immortal Venerable..."
"You may leave now; I will make my own decision."
The voice in purple suddenly rang in his mind, and He Bailan respectfully replied, "Yes!"
He Bailan glanced deeply in that direction before teleporting to the exit of the forbidden area.
Zi Yi gazed intently at Xiang Wan's image in the water mirror, her eyes gradually deepening. A complex and enigmatic voice, like that of a deity, suddenly appeared in Xiang Wan's mind.
Xiang Wan's expression changed drastically. Although she didn't understand what was being said, her spiritual energy began to circulate spontaneously along its unique trajectory.
The calming bell at her waist began to vibrate gently, and Xiang Wan's discomfort caused by the impending filling of her dantian gradually subsided.
The golden light within its body flickered once more, as if it had found its backbone, gradually beginning to weave the shape of a small infant. Restless spiritual energy and cold energy slowly filled the infant's body. That unknown substance reached the outer edge, seemingly inclined to become the infant's skin.
Everything was moving in a positive direction, and Xiang Wan relaxed, beginning to enter a mysterious state.
She forgot about time, forgot about herself, forgot about everything around her. Her consciousness was focused inward as she watched the baby take shape little by little, like an observer witnessing the birth of a life, without desire, without ego, without heart...
"Immortal Venerable, our ancestor's dying words still echo in our ears. We must not allow any accidents to happen. Please reconsider, Immortal Venerable!"
"I urge you, Immortal Venerable, to reconsider!"
Outside Tongtian Peak, a group of lake lords and mountain lords, each with their own disciples, knelt at the foot of the mountain, their prayers echoing through the sky.
The woman in purple unleashed a golden beam of light at Yun Tu, and with a flick of her sleeve, both the water mirror and Yun Tu vanished into thin air.
His aura was overwhelming, and the disciples with lower cultivation levels among them immediately felt immense pressure, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, and they all collapsed to the ground. He Bailan and the others also felt unwell, their faces turning pale, but they still insisted on kneeling with their fists clasped, not moving an inch.
"Disciple He Bailan has disobeyed the Immortal Venerable's instructions and deserves punishment. However, according to our ancestors' dying words, we must never allow the prophecy to come true, even if it costs us our lives! We beg the Immortal Venerable to consider the well-being of all people!"
He Bailan bowed deeply, and all the surrounding mountain and lake lords bowed down in unison.
A gentle force lifted their bodies, making it impossible for them to kneel down.
As they looked up, the woman in purple appeared before them.
"Immortal Venerable!"
As soon as the oppressive aura dissipated, all of Sui Xushan's disciples were extremely excited.
They rarely saw the figure of the purple-robed immortal, but now that they were so close, their eyes were filled with fervor.
Who among those who cultivate immortality doesn't aspire to reach the level of a Purple-Robed Immortal?
Countless people cultivate immortality, but only a few succeed in the end. Some fail to transcend tribulations, many more perish halfway, and even those who reach a certain level of cultivation often stagnate.
Cultivating immortality requires cultivation level, temperament, and luck. Cultivation level and temperament can be honed, but luck cannot be easily obtained through competition or plunder.
Therefore, those who ultimately stand at the top are not only revered, but also seen as role models, strengthening their resolve to cultivate themselves. For this is their hope after overcoming countless hardships.
The man in purple stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. "Have you ever considered that I cannot protect Sui Xushan forever?"
Everyone was shocked. The woman in purple continued, "It's better to guide than to block. Only by completely eradicating hidden dangers can we achieve long-term stability. She is a variable, but she may also be an opportunity."
"Immortal Venerable, we have cultivated for hundreds of years, are we really without a chance?" A middle-aged man with an imposing aura raised his head and asked. His gaze was earnest and firm.
The woman in purple sized him up and sighed softly, "I'm buying you some time. Whether it succeeds or not depends on fate."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and fell silent.
"A day ago, she had no cultivation whatsoever."
This statement caused an uproar among the crowd.
As disciples of Sui Xushan, Zi Yi was always on their radar. No matter how small the movement, it wouldn't escape their notice.
Of course, if Ziyi deliberately wanted to hide it, they would have no way of knowing.
The problem is that when Ziyi returned, she casually left Xiangwan in front of the mountain gate, making it impossible for them not to know.
I was wondering what it was about Xiang Wan that caught the eye of the Purple-Clad Immortal Venerable, and now I understand.
They asked themselves, who could possibly have entered the path of cultivation in such a short time? Moreover, they had heard that she had already reached the Golden Immortal level when she entered.
What does this mean?
It's like she covered in a single day a path that others took decades or even centuries to traverse!
So swiftly, they almost wished she had some magical artifact to conceal her previous cultivation level.
But with the Purple-Clad Immortal Venerable personally testifying, what could they possibly say?
Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable!
"Congratulations, Immortal Venerable One, on finding such a worthy disciple!"
The matter is settled, and those who are quick to act have already expressed their gratitude.
He Bailan never expected that what he originally wanted to do was to change the Immortal Venerable's mind and expel Xiang Wan from the mountain, but in the end everyone congratulated Ziyi on accepting a disciple. His esteemed disciple is still injured and resting in bed.
Tu Wu, who was beside him, quietly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to stop talking. Suddenly, a strong wind arose overhead, and a dark, ominous cloud of calamity covered the entire Sui Xu Mountain.
Everyone was horrified; they had only ever heard of such a massive calamity cloud.
The man in purple had a solemn expression, and his voice resounded throughout Mount Suixu, "Go back to your cultivation, and don't come out unless necessary."
Before the words had even faded, he had already vanished from sight.
The group looked at each other in bewilderment, and then all headed back home.
He Bailan sighed, shook her head, and flew back, "I hope the Immortal Venerable is right."
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