Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 952 715: Yin and Yang Annihilation, Fusion Once Again

Hearing this, a delighted look spread across Qinglian's face.

They shared tender conversations, recounting the occurrences within the Lu Family's Grotto Heaven across the years, plus certain details and such.

Lu Xuanji now possessed a fuller grasp of the Lu Family's present situation.

Lost in ecstasy, it took ten full days before their indulgence came to a brief halt.

Clang, clang, clang!

The bell atop the mountain peak started tolling, waves of sound rippling outward one by one, making the void quiver faintly. Every cultivator inside the Grotto Heaven detected it right then.

The bell kept chiming, echoing a total of nine times.

Once the bell's toll reached their ears, everyone rushed to the central zone, faces alight with happiness, since the Lu Family ancestor had come back.

Back then, the Lu Family amounted to little more than a tiny clan in Chu Country, its mightiest member only a Purple Mansion Cultivator. Amid myriad cultivator families, it stood out as utterly insignificant. But the Lu Family ancestor's rise propelled the clan skyward, its strength surging ahead, population multiplying wildly.

Lu Xuanji's shoulders bore the entire ascent of the Lu Family.

Though numerous powerhouses emerged afterward, including seven or eight Void Refining Cultivators, the foundation stayed shaky, insecurity lingering deep.

This grew acute during the Feiyu World invasion, as races and mighty clans battled savagely, compelling the whole Lu Family to retreat into the Grotto Heaven. Panic swelled, turmoil festering endlessly.

The Grotto Heaven held stores of Spirit Medicine, Spirit Stones, and backup reserves, yet existence there proved far harsher and stingier than on their former lands.

Resources got rationed tightly to weather the storm.

At first, troubles in the Grotto Heaven stayed minor.

Yet as time dragged on, countless woes and agitation mounted, dark currents swirling, crises piling up, ready to erupt explosively anytime.

Only now, with the Lu Family ancestor's return, did peace finally settle over all!

"Paying respects to the ancestor!"

"Paying respects to the ancestor!"

"Paying respects to the ancestor!"

"Paying respects to the ancestor!"

Countless cultivators assembled, dropping to their knees before the mountain base.

"Rise!"

Lu Xuanji declared, "I have just returned from the outside world and fortunately have some leisure time, allowing me to impart the Dao to you. Clan members, take your seats in succession…"

Lu Family elders promptly arranged seating for the clan's cultivators, honored Guest Ministers, and allied families, all settling in.

Lu Xuanji commenced his lecture, straightaway preaching the Great Dao.

From basic to profound, he covered Qi Cultivation first, followed by Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divinity Transformation, advancing layer by layer; next came Minor Divine Techniques, Great Divine Techniques, Supreme Divine Techniques, with in-depth breakdowns of everyday spells.

It began unremarkably, but soon the Great Dao's resonance glowed golden, clusters of Golden Flowers manifesting in the heavens, unfurling to twelfth grade, shimmering and shifting in emptiness, etched with Dao Patterns, unveiling Creation's Secrets.

These Golden Flowers danced through the void, thumb-sized gems of artistry, their complex motifs pulsing and evolving, endlessly revealing varied Secrets.

Golden Flowers burst from nothingness, spinning and morphing ceaselessly, descending onto select cultivators who absorbed them outright.

Cultivators of sharp insight and prime talent took in more Golden Flowers; those of lesser gifts claimed far fewer.

"In the beginning, there was the Dao, called Creation: creation is life, transformation is death…"

Reaching this juncture in his discourse, Lu Xuanji invoked Secret Techniques, fingers forming a Seal Technique, summoning myriad visions overhead.

Overhead materialized a Qilin, radiating subtle majesty in its form; next an Immortal King arrived, lording over the nine heavens with crushing presence; then a god arose, expounding all things' Secrets; finally a black-and-white Taiji swirled, depicting life-death cycles, Yin-Yang genesis and demise…

Visions arose successively, each fading in turn.

All these visions embodied manifestations of his Great Dao.

The Great Dao has no form, the Great Dao holds no words; the real Great Dao defies description in speech or utterance.

Words merely chase endlessly after the Dao, yet never grasp the true Great Dao.

As the Great Dao anomalies faded away, Lu Xuanji vanished too.

Yet the cultivators gathered there sank deep into their memories, reflecting on the profound Mysteries contained within.

...

Lu Xuanji departed silently, slipping away just moments before.

The void shuddered, and from the howling winds emerged a flickering white silhouette—tall and lithe, boasting elegant curves, her bright eyes sparkling with soft radiance. Raven tresses were gathered in a lofty cloud bun, held by a plain white wooden hairpin, radiating peerless grace; her swan-like neck exuded an inimitable refined charm.

Ning Xue landed, her face brimming with thrill, and called out, "Master, you've returned!"

Lu Xuanji replied, "I'm back!"

Ning Xue asked, "Master, what's the situation like outside?"

Lu Xuanji answered, "The outside remains dire, with the crisis still raging strong!"

Ning Xue continued, "Master, I recently shattered my bottlenecks and advanced to the Harmonization Realm—this will aid you even more..."

With those words, she released her concealed cultivation, revealing her flawless attainment at the peak of the Harmonization Realm. Boundless pure Yin surged forth, laced with a bone-chilling frost that seemed to freeze the world entire, evoking the primal ice age, the time when all creation crumbled to dust.