Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 949 713: Do Not Ascend to the Immortal Realm (2)

Strange anomalies surge and recede endlessly, while the visions shift chaotically.

Visions rewind and loop over and over.

Having observed the scenes multiple times, the Young Master finally inquired, "Yue Xi, have you discovered anything? The key lies right here!"

The woman scrutinized the visions and remarked, "Following the Silver Moon Fairy, no Immortal has been born in roughly a million years! This feels off! With the Purple Mansion World's resources and Spiritual Qi recovery rate, an Immortal should arise every three hundred thousand years or so!"

"This era stands out as clearly unusual!"

The Young Master replied, "It's not merely unusual—it's extraordinarily strange! From the Silver Moon Fairy's time to the Void Daoist, covering a million years, only one Spiritual Qi recovery occurred. In that revival period, prodigies abounded and powerhouses gathered, yet a close look at history reveals numerous gaps and mysteries!"

"If those gaps get carefully pieced together, it might uncover major upheavals, bizarre events during that time. Countless prodigies perished, and even Sacred Lands holding Immortal Artifacts vanished without explanation. Countless illogical occurrences surfaced…"

The woman examined closely and indeed spotted conflicting details, illogical spots, and voids, rendering that historical stretch profoundly eerie.

As though pondering, sifting through the clues,

The woman stated, "Young Master, could someone have tampered with history?"

The Young Master sighed, "Yue Xi, it goes beyond tampering with history; some cultivators' memories got wiped, causing them to unconsciously forget that person. Recollection brings memory blanks, with nothing about him surfacing. Merely wiping cultivators' memories to make the world forget leaves inevitable illogical clues."

"With close scrutiny, flaws emerge!"

The woman heard this and instantly felt a chill of fear.

As if questioning the world's very reality.

What if her own memories had been tampered with!

Often, what eyes perceive isn't truth—it could be illusions crafted by others, implanted false memories.

Hard to alter memories?

Far from it!

A Golden Core Cultivator can intervene, wiping select mortal recollections, convincing some cultivators their visions are genuine.

For mightier cultivators, erasing a whole generation's memories becomes feasible, vanishing from all awareness, turning nonexistent—it appears entirely plausible.

The woman drew a deep breath, calming her inner turmoil, and questioned, "Young Master, do you mean the Purple Mansion World boasts not just thirty-six ascended Immortals, but a hidden thirty-seventh?"

"Precisely!"

The Young Master explained, "People leave legacies, geese leave calls. Any cultivator dwelling in the world inevitably etches some trace, great or small. Yet why would that individual erase everyone's memories, concealing all signs? What dark secret lurks?"

With those words, a spark of intrigue gleamed in the Young Master's gaze.

Earlier, he had sought to divine details on Cyan Wine and the Undying Demon Monarch. But gaining their intel uncovered disharmonies in history's flow, hints of concealed segments.

Curiosity propelled him to delve deeper.

Yet he encountered voids.

Divination failed, as if heavenly secrets had been scrubbed away.

Further probing revealed even stranger anomalies.

Toward this enigmatic figure who obliterated their presence from history's river, an intense curiosity gripped him.

The Young Master activated the secret art; the Tai Chi Diagram whirled, Power of Time surged across it, zeroing in on a specific timeframe.

Suddenly, eras churned.

Post-Silver Moon Fairy, that lost stretch of time resurfaced, beginning its restoration.

Erased visions flickered back into view.

Shattered memories pieced themselves together gradually.

Unexplained oddities started making sense.

Missing silhouettes, lost prodigies, reemerged one by one.

What was once a bland, full-of-holes timeline turned vivid and believable.

Some ten thousand years after the Silver Moon Fairy's ascension, Spiritual Qi revived; unique physiques proliferated, prodigies surged, powerhouses clashed in fierce rivalry, birthing another brilliant age. Many hailed it as the era to birth Immortals.

Immortals would emerge here.

Thus, veteran powerhouses gathered, while rising stars fought relentlessly.

In those clashes, victory hinged not only on talent and insight but also on fortune and heritage.

Without sufficient luck, growth might halt entirely, leading to an early demise midway.

Lacking a formidable backing, one could face death at any point along the path.

In the end, within the Cultivation Immortality Realm, countless cultivators act without scruples, resorting to all kinds of tactics to destroy their rivals.

From the fierce struggles among myriad prodigies, a single genius stood out, slaying numerous peers and even elder adversaries, surging in power without cease until attaining the mighty Ninth-Layer of Tribulation Crossing, resolving his various karmic debts, on the verge of ascending to the Immortal Realm.

Just as this genius prepared to soar into the Immortal Realm, he abruptly halted.

He refused to enter the Immortal Realm and disappeared completely.

"Future generations, do not ascend to the Immortal Realm!"

With those words uttered, the genius vanished entirely.

Ka-cha!

In that instant, the vision broke apart entirely.

The Tai Chi Diagram fragmented completely.

A tremendous rebound force struck, as destructive Qi Force slammed into him; the Young Master coughed up blood on the spot, gravely wounded. Still, he paid it no mind, fixated instead on that vision: "Do not ascend to the Immortal Realm—what was this senior trying to say? What exactly did it mean?"

Deep confusion gripped the Young Master.

What is the ultimate goal of a cultivator's lifelong Cultivation, if not to ascend to the Immortal Realm?

Entering the Immortal Realm grants everlasting life, defying death forever.

Entering the Immortal Realm provides boundless resources, allowing endless ascent.

Yet why did that senior halt right before ascension?

And why proclaim, do not ascend to the Immortal Realm?

Why did that senior wipe away every trace of his existence, forbidding remembrance by posterity?

Furthermore, the very fact that he could reconstruct all this stemmed solely from that senior's intent to pass on a message.

Otherwise, given that senior's immense cultivation, he could have easily blocked the divination, stopping the restoration entirely.

Why!

The Young Master mulled it over, plunging into bewilderment.

"Young Master, what did you see?"

The woman inquired with curiosity.

The Young Master replied, "Didn't you see it?"

The woman said in bewilderment, "See what? I saw nothing at all."

The Young Master fell quiet, saying no more.

This was because the maid's memories had been wiped clean once again, altered anew.

All the inconsistencies in her recollections smoothed out into something coherent once more.

The Young Master stated, "That senior uttered words that cannot be shared!"

The woman nodded, a bit perplexed.

The Young Master stayed silent, but a chill crept through his entire body, as if gripped by an unfathomable dread. Activating the secret art once more, he beheld the Immortal Realm Gate, and beyond it the immense Immortal Realm brimming with infinite secrets, boundless marvels, limitless creation, and eternal origins.

And infinite mysteries.

By now, he had reached the Ninth-Layer of Tribulation Crossing in cultivation, stabilized for eons, broken free from all the Purple Mansion Realm's bindings upon himself; with just a few karmic causes and effects settled, ascension to the Immortal Realm lay within reach.

To revel in supreme liberty and ease.

But in this very moment, the Young Master wavered.

...

The void shifted rapidly, his steps blurring in motion.

Amid the boundless void, Lu Xuanji spotted a massive Grotto Heaven.

This Grotto Heaven wandered ceaselessly, akin to a shooting star streaking through turbulent void streams, shifting positions nonstop, changing locales without end.

This very Grotto Heaven belonged to the Lu Family.

To escape their pursuers, most Lu Family cultivators had retreated within, clinging to survival, securing a thread of hope.

With affairs now settled and concluded, he could at last reunite with the Lu Family, lay eyes on Ning Xue, Qing Lian, and the rest.