355: The third life in the mortal world!

Chapter 352: The Third Incarnation of the Red Dust!

Time flies like a white steed, gone in a flash.

A year's time in the vast and boundless cultivation world is but a drop in the ocean, hardly worth mentioning.

For Cultivators who often seclude themselves for hundreds or thousands of years, or even live for thousands of years,

these mere three hundred-odd days are but a snap of the fingers, incapable of stirring even a ripple in the long river of cultivation years.

However, who could have predicted that it was precisely this seemingly brief and insignificant period that saw tumultuous changes in the cultivation world.

Numerous earth-shattering events occurred one after another, completely shattering the superficial calm of the past.

With the death of the Old Emperor of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty, the last pillar maintaining the dynasty's stability collapsed.

For a time, various ambitious forces within the Swallowing Sun Dynasty, like dormant hungry wolves smelling blood, emerged.

They bared their fangs and began a frenzied struggle for power and territory.

The Swallowing Sun Dynasty, which had once unified this cultivation world, accelerated its disintegration in this fierce conflict.

The situation became increasingly chaotic, with wars raging, people displaced, and wails of sorrow filling the land.

At the same time, the Ten Great Sects in the cultivation world were also stirring in the shadows.

They either watched with cold eyes, intending to profit from the chaos of the dynasty,

or secretly supported various forces, attempting to expand their own sphere of influence and break the existing pattern of the cultivation world.

With various forces openly and covertly struggling, the situation became increasingly complex, and a great war sweeping across the entire cultivation world seemed imminent.

It was at this chaotic and critical moment, when the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control, that a Royal Ancestors of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty, who had been secluded for a long time, suddenly appeared in the cultivation world.

An old monster at the Half-Step Soul Transformation stage.

He intervened forcefully in the conflict with the might of thunder, and relying on his unfathomable cultivation and iron-blooded methods, he quickly quelled this shocking chaos.

Those various forces that had attempted to profit from the disorder, under the pressure of this Royal Ancestors of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty, reined in their sharpness.

The Swallowing Sun Dynasty once again returned to its former calm, and everything seemed to have reverted to its original state.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Second Incarnation)

Realm: Mahayana (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Azure Sea Blue Wave Art 22/9

Points: 40 million

After Lu Xuan refined all the imperial seals of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty and the Dragonhowl Dynasty,

the Azure Sea Blue Wave Art was also directly deduced to the 22nd layer by Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan's own Realm also stepped into the Perfected Mahayana stage.

Upon reaching the Perfected Mahayana stage, Lu Xuan's strength could no longer advance.

According to his perception,

only by completely refining the entire cultivation world could he break this shackles and Breakthrough to a new Realm beyond Mahayana.

However, how easy was that?

This cultivation world was vast and boundless, and it contained the World Will.

That was an existence that transcended all things.

As long as Lu Xuan remained in this cultivation world, he would never be able to contend with the World Will.

As for the idea of refining the entire cultivation world, that was almost a fool's dream.

In fact, in this cultivation world, once a Cultivator stepped into the Soul Transformation stage,

he could sense the call from the Upper Realm, tear through the void, and ascend, breaking free from the shackles of this world.

But after Lu Xuan broke through to Soul Transformation, he chose to remain in this cultivation world.

Because Lu Xuan's ultimate goal was to obtain a part of the Origin of this cultivation world.

In an instant, the sky above changed dramatically, and a dazzling blue spiritual light tore through the void, speeding across the sky.

That blue spiritual light seemed to contain endless mystery and pressure, and wherever it passed,

space rippled, like a calm lake into which a huge stone had been thrown, stirring up layers of waves.

At the same time, Lu Xuan's Aura suddenly surged, and the blue spiritual light in his eyes became even more intense.

Like two blazing suns about to erupt, the blue light almost broke through the confines of his eye sockets, spilling out wantonly.

That blue spiritual light, containing powerful energy, surged uncontrollably, as if accumulating the spiritual energy about to erupt within his body.

The next moment, Lu Xuan's Aura exploded without any reservation.

Infinite blue spiritual power, like surging monstrous waves, burst forth from his body.

Wherever the blue spiritual power passed, the air emitted sharp crackling sounds, and the surrounding space even began to twist and deform.

The entire world trembled violently due to this terrifying spiritual power.

It was as if the entire cultivation world was about to usher in a catastrophe capable of overturning everything.

In an instant, the world changed color!

The wind chimes on the eaves of the ancient halls of the Ten Great Sects suddenly rang, and dust fell from the gilded towers of the Swallowing Sun Dynasty.

All Cultivators above the Golden Core stage trembled as if struck by lightning, and simultaneously looked up at the sky.

The light blue sky, usually as soft as silk, was now dyed a deep indigo.

Like an inverted vast sea, its surging waves seemed to press the earth into the abyssal depths.

"The spiritual energy tide has completely materialized... What a shocking phenomenon!"

A certain Nascent Soul Elder crushed the Spirit Stone in his hand, his cloudy eyes fixed on that deep blue.

Some even flew directly into the sky, attempting to find the source of the spiritual power.

In the high sky, an endless stream of powerful pressure rapidly swept over every inch of land.

The Perfected Nascent Soul old monsters stood on the clouds, their eyes splitting as they looked at the blue pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

How could that be spiritual power? It was clearly a liquid galaxy pouring down!

A few Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators felt a metallic taste in their throats and couldn't help but kneel on one knee: "Such power... Could it be the legendary Soul Transformation Ancestor who shattered the void?"

"Or... an Immortal Envoy from the Upper Realm descending?"

The blue spiritual power surging around Lu Xuan was still raging wildly.

But he seemed to be an outsider.

Lu Xuan's gaze pierced through layers of deep blue sky, looking straight at the higher firmament.

Just as the Cultivators of the cultivation world were still terrified by the changes in heaven and earth,

Lu Xuan's pupils contracted as he looked at the sky.

A wisp of purple-gold lightning, as fine as a strand of silk yet exuding supreme pressure, flashed across the void like the eyeliner of an ancient god.

In an instant, the entire sky was forcibly torn open by two large hands, creating a huge rift.

Amidst the roar, a dazzling and brilliant purple-gold sea of lightning descended with a crash.

Tens of thousands of lightning bolts intertwined into a vast and boundless ocean, engulfing Lu Xuan.

Each lightning bolt flowed with profound Aura, and wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch.

Then, the shattered space was reshaped in the dazzling lightning.

Lu Xuan slowly curled his lips into a determined smile, and the spiritual power around him suddenly surged, actively meeting the sea of lightning.

This overwhelming purple-gold lightning was what he had been looking forward to day and night.

It contained all things in heaven and earth and controlled the operation of the world—the World Will.

The World Will descended in the form of lightning, carrying the power of the entire world, as if to grind into dust anyone who dared to challenge the rules.

Yet, little did it know that this was precisely the ultimate existence Lu Xuan had most desired to touch since entering this world.

.........

Tianwu World!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Second Incarnation of Red Dust Immortal

Cultivation Technique: Burning Heaven Blade Technique 15/9 (Can be deduced), Close Distance to the Horizon 15/9 (Can be deduced), Undying and Unextinguished 15/9 (Can be deduced).

Points: 306 million

Please confirm whether to consume 55 million points to deduce Burning Heaven Blade Technique.

Please confirm whether to consume 55 million points to deduce Close Distance to the Horizon.

Please confirm whether to consume 55 million points to deduce Undying and Unextinguished!

"Deduce!"

Lu Xuan, familiar with the process, did not hesitate and directly deduced the three Cultivation Techniques!

A hundred years passed in a flash!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Second Incarnation of Red Dust Immortal (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Burning Heaven Blade Technique 17/9, Close Distance to the Horizon 16/9, Undying and Unextinguished 16/9.

Points: 61 million

Close Distance to the Horizon and Undying and Unextinguished were each deduced once.

As for Burning Heaven Blade Technique, it was deduced twice, the first time costing 55 million System points, and the second time costing 8000 System points.

"Still 61 million System points left?"

Lu Xuan did not hesitate and, after strengthening the surrounding heavenly Restrictions, he closed his eyes again.

A black light streaked across the void, directly escaping into the spatial rift.

The third Red Dust World!

Outside the East Palace, nine python robes gleamed with a cold light under the scorching sun.

"You dog slave, I'm asking you a question!"

"My dear brother, is the Crown Prince dead or not?"

"What did the imperial physician say!"

One of the princes kicked over the little eunuch kneeling at the very front, his gold-threaded boot sole stained with blood.

The young eunuch's forehead pressed against the gold and jade paved ground, cold sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Re-replying to Your Fourth Highness..." Little Shunzi's voice trembled, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still unconscious, the imperial physician said..."

"What did the imperial physician say?"

Another prince suddenly squatted down, the jade pendant on his belt swaying and dazzling the little eunuch.

He toyed with the rhinoceros horn thumb ring in his hand, interjecting sinisterly: "Could it be that my dear brother, the Crown Prince, is about to die?"

The last word was deliberately drawn out.

"Third Prince, Your... Your Highness, please be discerning!" The little eunuch trembled all over, his forehead heavily knocking against the golden bricks.

"The imperial physician said the pulse was strange, perhaps... perhaps it's the work of evil spirits."

"Presumptuous!" The Third Prince suddenly stood up.

"You dog slave, how dare you spread rumors!"

"The Crown Prince is the legitimate heir of the Wenjing Dynasty, protected by the Ziwei Star. What evil spirit could harm him!"

Behind him, another prince's eyes flashed with cold light. He said nothing, suddenly snatching the saber from a guard's waist.

The gilded scabbard clanged to the ground, the gleaming blade reflecting his ferocious face: "I will kill you, this dog slave who spreads rumors, right now."

The vermilion main door of the East Palace creaked open a crack.

The stagnant air suddenly surged, carrying a strong scent of medicine and blood, startling the birds perched under the eaves, causing them to flap their wings and take flight.

Everyone froze in place.

The prince holding the saber tightened his grip, and the other eight princes' hands, pressed against their jade belt buckles, turned pale.

Even the trembling eunuchs forgot to kowtow, their whimpers abruptly ceasing.

Countless gazes, like sharp swords, shot towards that crack.

"Crown Prince?"

The Third Prince staggered back half a step, his jade pendant hitting the stone steps with a crisp sound.

This exclamation, like a clap of thunder, brought everyone back to their senses.

The door crack slowly widened, and a pair of dark cloud-patterned boots were the first to emerge, stepping onto the sunlit ground.

A man in a purple five-clawed dragon robe stood with his hands behind his back, the gold-threaded dragon patterns extremely prominent.

Nine giant dragons coiled around the hem of his robe, the East Pearls inlaid in their eyes reflecting a chilling coldness.

The five-clawed golden dragon-patterned jade belt at his waist swayed gently in the cross breeze, the dragon scale patterns carved from mutton-fat jade clearly visible.

He was only around thirty years old, his ink-jade-like brows slanted towards his temples, and beneath his straight nose, his thin lips were pressed into a sharp arc.

His pale complexion did not diminish his majesty in the slightest; instead, it made his eyes appear even deeper.

He blended his innate nobility and the oppressive Aura of a superior into his gaze.

Standing at the vermilion threshold, he resembled a deity who had stepped down from the Nine Heavens on clouds.

The Aura surrounding him seemed to encompass the entire world within his grasp.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Third Incarnation)

Realm: First-rate Martial Artist (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Nine Dragons Body Protection Art 2/9 (Can be deduced)

Points: 10

Please confirm whether to consume 8 System points to deduce Nine Dragons Body Protection Art.

Isn't it a cultivation world?

Lu Xuan was a little disappointed; this time, it wasn't a cultivation world.

However, although this world was a low-martial world, there were those strange things in it.

"So, Elder Brother is unharmed. My worries can finally be laid to rest."

"Younger Brother just remembered that there are some important matters left to handle, so I'll take my leave first."

The feigned sincerity in the Third Prince's deliberately raised tone, and fine dust rose as the hem of his python robe swept across the golden bricks.

As he bowed, the East Pearl on his jade crown swayed gently, and before his bowing motion was fully extended, he had already stumbled and turned around.

His gold-threaded boots dragged on the ground with a grating sound, and he fled into the shadows of the corridor as if chased by a malevolent spirit.

The Third Prince's fleeing posture was like lighting a powder keg.

Another prince lightly tapped his palm with a folding fan, giving a forced smile and cupping his hands: "Elder Brother, Younger Brother still has some miscellaneous affairs at my residence to handle. I won't bother you much today."

Before his words finished, the other princes, like startled birds, rose one after another, bowing and excusing themselves with their wide sleeves fluttering.

"Imperial Brother, take care. I will come to pay my respects another day."

The waves of polite remarks, mixed with the clinking of jade belts and pendants, shattered into fragments in the cross breeze.

In the blink of an eye, the eight princes vanished without a trace.

Only the Ninth Prince remained motionless, his hands clenched into iron fists beneath his dark python robe.

He stared intently at Lu Xuan's pale yet composed face, his eyes swirling with turbulent waves.

That item from West City.

I clearly had that woman place it on my dear Elder Brother.

Moreover, early this morning, when the scouts reported,

that woman's corpse had already rotted to ashes—dead cleanly and completely.

It was clear that the ghostly thing had already come knocking.

In West City, there was an extremely sinister place where resentment had materialized.

Even the dragon's saliva incense, bestowed by the Emperor himself and reputed to ward off a hundred evils, could only barely suppress it for half an incense stick's time.

Yet, this Crown Prince, who should have been completely corroded by yin energy, now stood perfectly fine before the palace gate.

My dear Elder Brother!

What else do you have on you that is protecting you?

"Elder Brother, Ninth Brother takes his leave."

He forced himself to cup his hands and turned to leave without hesitation.

Lu Xuan watched his "Ninth Brother" flee in a hurry until his figure disappeared around the corner of the palace wall.

At this moment, Lu Xuan's fingertips in his sleeve suddenly touched something soft.

He lowered his eyes to look at the pink silk handkerchief slowly unfolding in his palm!

And the 10 System points on the panel came precisely from this pink silk handkerchief.

Interesting, are these the strange ghostly things?

Lu Xuan hadn't seen these "old friends" in a long time.