Within the Grotto World Pearl, the three-ter-tall ancient tree was gradually withering, its outer leaves had fallen off, leaving only a few yellowed ones. The tree’s bark was shriveled, resembling dried wood.
There was still a trace of vitality within the tree’s trunk.
But the vitality was slowly dissipating, seemingly unable to last much longer.
As if thinking of sothing, Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, mobilizing the Creation Magical Power, transforming it into gray energy and channeling it into the withered tree.
The withered tree only trembled slightly and then fell silent.
Then, yet again, he channeled the Creation Magical Power into the withered tree. Three hundred years of Magical Power poured continuously into the tree, a boundless and imnse force.
The withered tree absorbed the Creation Magical Power like a sponge.
After an hour, Lu Xuanji, slightly out of breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, his Golden Core’s Magical Power completely depleted, not a drop remaining.
Sitting atop the Spirit Vein, he continued cultivating, breathing in and out Spiritual Qi. It took about three hours before his Magical Power was restored.
Upon recovery, he poured it into the withered tree until his Magical Power was exhausted before stopping.
And so, he beca trapped in a continuous cycle.
Constantly channeling Magical Power into the withered tree, and when his power was exhausted, he absorbed Spiritual Qi to restore it.
This cycle repeated until three months later, Lu Xuanji noticed a faint trace of vitality reappearing on the tree. Although very subtle, almost invisible without careful inspection, it was indeed increasing.
Around a year later, the withered tree surprisingly sprouted new buds.
Within the dead body of the ancient tree, a power of vitality was slowly accumulating, showcasing vibrant life, as if ready to start a new Chapter.
"It works, it really works!"
Lu Xuanji rejoiced, feeling the massive drain of Magical Power, yet the ancient tree was beginning to recover under the influence of the Creation Magical Power.
Moreover, during the process of exhausting and restoring his energy, his cultivation increased much faster, more than threefold compared to before.
Ti flowed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years passed.
Crack!
Crack!
With a fierce sound, the Golden Core within the Dantian began to expand, cracks forming and increasing on its surface. When the cracks reached a certain extent, the Golden Core seed unable to withstand the imnse force and shattered on the spot.
Yet, just as it shattered, under so mysterious power, it compressed continuously, the Golden Core that should have exploded recondensed, becoming smaller and smaller.
From the size of a waterlon, it was compressed to the size of a sesa seed, resembling a black dot.
Woo woo woo!
At that mont, the Spiritual Qi in the sky poured down like a funnel, endlessly, as if a storm was roaring, as if a flood was breaking out, as if a tsunami was surging, triggering terrifying anomalies within the Grotto Heaven.
"Father, you are so powerful!"
In the distance, a three-year-old child watched this scene, eyes reflecting a longing from a past life.
At this mont, the child dressed in black clothes, hair tied in pigtails, held a bottle in their hand.
The child already had achieved Foundation Establishnt Cultivation.
This child was Lu Yaoling.
Lu Yaoling lived within the Grotto World Pearl, ticulously tending to the Spirit dicine here;
In just thirty years, reached Foundation Establishnt, if not for focusing on honing the foundation, perhaps the speed would have been faster.
In the sky, Spiritual Qi continued to reverse flow.
After ten breaths, the anomaly disappeared.
Lu Xuanji opened his eyes, his aura rising, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to twist.
Instantly, the aura converged, returning to its usual appearance.
However, his cultivation had improved significantly, entering the Golden Core Fourth Transformation, increasing his Magical Power to five hundred Armor of the Zodiac.
The Magical Power was sowhat terrifying, considering even a Nascent Soul only possesses a thousand Zodiac of Magical Power.
He was only at the Golden Core Fourth Transformation, yet it was equivalent to half a Nascent Soul.
...
His body flickered, returning beneath the withered tree.
At this point, calling it a withered tree was no longer suitable.
On the outside, it looked like a withered tree, but inside there was vibrant vitality brewing, like a dormant cocoon waiting for the mont of butterfly transformation.
This Tree of Ti wasn’t sick or damaged at its roots; it had simply run out of lifespan.
Spirit Trees also have lifespans. When they reach a certain age, they too will die.
However, many Spirit Trees have lifespans tenfold or even a hundredfold longer than human cultivators, giving the illusion that Spirit Trees are immortal.
But that’s not possible!
As a Sixth Grade Spirit Tree, it was nearing its lifespan of half a million years.
In less than eighty years, it would exhaust its lifespan and die.
The Creation Magical Power Lu Xuanji was injecting continuously didn’t rejuvenate the ancient tree, but accumulated as the Power of Origin, depositing within its body.
Eighty years later, the ancient tree would undergo an astonishing transformation.
By then, if it successfully transford, it would advance to Seventh Grade; if it failed, it would die on the spot.
"Eighty years to go!"
Lu Xuanji’s figure flickered, leaving the Grotto World Pearl.
In the blink of an eye, he departed from the Chaos Hall.
...
Walking casually on the mountain peak, he suddenly spotted a familiar silhouette. Dressed in a white dress with a heroic aura, she was none other than Long Xuan.
Having not seen her for a long ti, Long Xuan had already reached the Golden Core Peak, rely a step away from Nascent Soul.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist!" Long Xuan ca forward to greet him, her beautiful eyes observing him up and down, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you have beco stronger!"
"You’re not bad yourself!"
Lu Xuanji replied.
"Fellow Daoist, why don’t we have a sparring match?" Long Xuan suggested excitedly.
"Sure! Let’s spar."
Lu Xuanji agreed.
"Let’s battle in the Martial Arts Hall!"
"Anything for you!"
With their figures flickering, the two disappeared.
In no ti, they appeared in the Martial Arts Hall where solid Vajra stones and Fifth Level Array fortified the surroundings, capable of withstanding Nascent Soul level battles without significant damage.
In this hall, Golden Core experts often sparred, engaging in bloody battles.
Upon their arrival, cultivators paused their battles, giving way to the Martial Arts Hall.
"My turn to strike, you must be careful!"
Long Xuan declared, drawing her Treasure Sword.
Sword light flowed like water, slashing instantly.
anwhile, Lu Xuanji also drew his blade.
As the blade slashed out, the world turned dark, as if the light from heaven and earth was absorbed by the sword.
It seed an instant, yet eternal.
It seed fast to the extre, impossibly evasive, yet slow to the utmost.
In the instant the blade ca down, Long Xuan thought of many things, recalling her childhood as a servant, sold in cages, rescued by the young lady; the fall of the Jin Family, their escape to the Eastern Wilderness, struggling to survive.
Swish!
The next mont, the sword light vanished, and the previously dark world returned to brightness.
A blade stopped just an inch above her head.
Only a continued slash would cut her in two, leading to her imdiate demise.
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