Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 973 - 724: Purple Mansion Order, Death Witch (Part 2)

In the Immortal Realm, newborns immediately possess the Divinity Transformation stage, requiring minimal effort to ascend to Immortality. This is due to their constant inhalation of Immortal Qi, which fortifies their physical forms. While ascension poses immense difficulty for Lower Realm cultivators, it is a simple feat for those dwelling in the Immortal Realm.

A starting point dictates one's lowest potential, though it doesn't necessarily cap their ultimate achievement.

Boom boom boom!

Lu Xuanji initiated his Cultivation Technique, drawing countless strands of Immortal Qi into his body, progressively elevating his life essence. His cells stirred gently, eliciting a profound sense of comfort, akin to immersing oneself in a warm bath, a sensation beyond simple description.

A mere fifteen minutes spent in this environment equates to a full year of cultivation elsewhere.

Without question, simply remaining here presents a supreme opportunity.

Shifting his position, Lu Xuanji moved with golden light flashing beneath his feet, heading towards a specific area while his Divine Thought diligently surveyed his surroundings.

A pervasive gray mist enveloped the void, obscuring both the heavens and the earth, rendering the front and back indistinguishable. His Divine Thought, once capable of spanning thousands of miles, was now confined to a mere thousand-meter radius.

The void resonated with a whistling sound.

Air currents perpetually flowed, coalescing into spatial-temporal tides that continuously undulated and swept in all directions.

Lu Xuanji's steps were nimble, navigating the airflow like a majestic bird in flight, constantly adapting and maneuvering.

He pressed onward.

After two hours, he had encountered no other cultivators, nor any sign of danger or unexpected events, as if lost in an endless fog.

"Phone, Baidu Map!"

Lu Xuanji's brow furrowed, a thought striking him as he instinctively summoned the map.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the phone chimed, its screen flickering and expanding, revealing the map.

Initially small, the map gradually enlarged, though the image remained indistinct, as if smeared with a sticky substance or coated in dust, with certain sections blurred, making their precise locations uncertain.

Lu Xuanji's frown deepened as he extended his Divine Thought, channeling it into the phone.

The phone vibrated, voraciously consuming his Divine Soul Power like a mythical beast, its demands growing increasingly intense.

Soon, the strain became evident; his complexion paled. However, the once-blurry map began to sharpen, unveiling previously hidden details.

Small red dots materialized on the map, each spinning erratically like dazed insects within a limited zone. Upon closer examination, one of these red dots represented Lu Xuanji himself.

Lu Xuanji's steps shifted, directing him toward a particular spot, yet the map indicated he was moving in reverse.

As he walked rightward, the map showed him ascending.

When he flew upward, his movement on the map appeared to be towards the left.

It seemed his senses were profoundly disoriented, obliterating any distinction between front and back, left and right, leading to a loss of basic directional judgment.

"The abilities of Immortals are truly astonishing, capable of distorting my perception of reality. Fortunately, the map provides the necessary correction..." Lu Xuanji closed his eyes, plugged his ears, and withdrew his Divine Thought, immersing himself in absolute nothingness.

His Divine Thought guided the phone, navigating towards a specific destination.

There, at the heart of the Cave Mansion, stood an imposing palace.

Swish swish!

Lu Xuanji's steps were swift and steady as he approached the grand structure.

As the palace loomed closer, his footsteps quickened, and Lu Xuanji ascended its entrance.

At that precise moment, he opened his eyes.

Gazing down from his elevated vantage point.

Amidst the swirling mists below, cultivators could be seen, apparently ensnared by an illusion, moving ceaselessly, unable to find their way, confined within a restricted area.

Lu Xuanji advanced, heading for the massive door before him.

Creak!

Creak!

The door groaned softly as it swung open slowly.

Lu Xuanji's steps flickered, poised to enter.

Just then, a streak of bloody Sword Qi flashed, hurtling towards his back.

Its velocity was both swift and merciless.

Instinctively, Lu Xuanji activated the Bell of Death, the colossal bell intercepting the blow aimed at his back.

Clang clang!

While the bell absorbed the brunt of the impact, residual destructive energy still erupted, battering his internal organs. Lu Xuanji involuntarily coughed up a mouthful of blood, his aura faltering. Not only was his physical body wounded, but his Immortal Artifact also showed signs of imminent collapse, a gaping hole appearing on its surface.

The Dao Patterns etched onto the Immortal Artifact were in disarray, accompanied by the plaintive cries of the Artifact Spirit.

The Artifact Spirit, Yan, spoke, "Xuanji, be wary. An immensely powerful foe, a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Tribulation Crossing, has arrived. Exercise extreme caution, lest you perish here!"

Lu Xuanji drew in a deep breath, his gaze fixed forward.

A woman stood before him, her delicate eyebrows gracefully arched. Her eyes, glistening with allure, were like starry orbs filled with endless temptation, as brilliant as the celestial expanse. A small, pink nose sat above ruby lips, lightly biting as a faint smile graced her mouth.

Her arms, like exquisite jade, and her long, black hair cascaded down her back, held simply by a wooden hairpin.

Her snow-white neck held an indescribable allure. Her shoulders were sharply defined as if carved, her chest full and firm, her waist slender and enchanting. Her tall, graceful figure was adorned in a red silken phoenix dress, the fabric as thin as a cicada's wings, with fine pleats along the skirt's edges. Beneath, she wore red silk pants with dark floral velvet borders, a black ribbon fluttering in the wind.

Barefoot, she hovered three feet above the ground.

Her feet, white and flawless, exuded a supreme attraction.

In her hand, she held a scroll, roughly one foot high and two feet long. It depicted scenes of deceased celestial beings, phoenixes with broken wings, True Dragons fallen, and gods meeting their demise. Each scene followed the next, imbued with a boiling, bloody killing aura that seemed to evolve into an unmatched domain of slaughter.

"How should I address you, Daoist friend?" the woman inquired.

"Creation Daoist!" Lu Xuanji replied.

The woman stated, "I am known as Shi Yan, the Death Witch. Once, a cultivator named the Emperor of Death existed, whose title clashed with mine. Consequently, we engaged in a fierce battle, which resulted in me slaying that Emperor of Death."

"As for his Lifebound Treasure, the Bell of Death, it vanished without a trace!"

"Unexpectedly, after countless years, I behold the Bell of Death once more, having broken through its limitations and reaching the Realm of Immortal Artifacts. The Bell of Death has once again fallen into your hands. Such coincidences indeed steer past enemies onto a narrow road, an inevitable encounter!"

Lu Xuanji was about to speak.

However, Artifact Spirit Yan spoke with indignation, "Xuanji, let us join forces to eliminate him. If we succeed, I shall acknowledge you as my master, granting you complete authority."

Artifact Spirit Yan, relying solely on its Artifact Spirit Body, possessed the combat prowess of the Third Layer Tribulation Crossing. If augmented by the Immortal Artifact itself, it could contend with the Ninth-Layer Tribulation Crossing. In the past, when accepting Lu Xuanji, they were equals, Daoist friends.

But now, to vanquish this nemesis,

Artifact Spirit Yan did not hesitate to make a grand promise.

Lu Xuanji responded, "Very well, if I manage to survive, all matters can be discussed!"

Shi Yan declared, "Are you unconvinced? Then I shall kill you!"

With those words, her aura erupted, activating the scroll in her hand. It transformed into a blood-colored light, sweeping directly downward, annihilating all in its path.