Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1052 - 511: Unifying the Southern Continent, Primordial Talisman Sect Expands (2)

It appeared as if fashioned from strands of Profound Yellow Qi, pulsating with a potent life energy.

"This."

Without hesitation, Jiang Fan ingested a single droplet of the medicinal fluid.

Instantly, the drop detonated within his frame like a volcanic outburst.

Tendrils of Profound Yellow Qi permeated every fiber of his being, saturating his limbs, his marrow, and every hidden corner of his physiology.

His entire form began to radiate blinding beams of Profound Yellow light.

Simultaneously, the primordial magical power circulating within him swelled at a rapid pace, observable to the naked eye.

"The medicinal potency is truly extraordinary."

"Even standard Tier Six Elixirs cannot hold a candle to this."

"I am fortunate to have processed this Spirit Fruit through the Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Cauldron, reducing it into manageable droplets of liquid."

"Had I dared to consume the entire Spirit Fruit in one go, the sheer pressure might have caused me to explode from within."

Jiang Fan was left completely awestruck.

He realized that a single Profound Yellow Fruit contained energy levels comparable to a Tier Six Elixir.

It was hardly surprising, given that it had been nurtured by an Eight-Tier Spirit Plant.

Conventional Spirit Medicine simply couldn't compare.

Should he successfully absorb the full medicinal essence of this Profound Yellow Fruit, he might push his cultivation to the peak of the early-stage Void Refining, or perhaps even into the mid-stage.

His harvest this time was immense, truly akin to a bestowal from the Heavenly Dao itself.

Furthermore, the Profound Yellow Tree possessed the potential to bear fruit again in the future.

However, that would require a significant waiting period.

After all, the Immortal Dew within the Immortal Dew Bottle requires time to accumulate.

At this moment, his reserves of Immortal Dew were entirely depleted.

Consequently, Jiang Fan retreated into deep seclusion; he needed to achieve a breakthrough to the second layer of Void Refining as quickly as possible.

To him, this pursuit was a frantic race against the ticking clock.

...

A year drifted by.

To those dwelling in the Void Realm, a single year is a mere blink of an eye, fleeting as a falling leaf.

But for the Southern Continent, it was a year of catastrophic transformations.

Previously, the continent had been partitioned among various lords, with Nascent Soul Sects scattered across every region, each operating as an autonomous entity.

These Nascent Soul Sects would occasionally clash over territories, leading to countless mortal casualties.

Such sects had always perched on pedestals, looking down upon the common folk.

Unless a sect’s Nascent Soul Cultivator suffered a complete demise, the influence of the Nascent Soul Sect remained unshakable.

This endurance explains why certain Nascent Soul Sects have survived for tens of thousands of years, steeped in ancient tradition.

Yet, all of this history reached an abrupt conclusion this year.

The arrival of the Primordial Talisman Sect proved to be the catalyst for this end.

A clone of Jiang Fan took personal action, supported by a legion of Tier Five Spirit Beasts.

They swept across the Southern Continent, dismantling every Nascent Soul power they encountered.

Naturally, the Nascent Soul Cultivators and Golden Core Cultivators were resistant, some even choosing to fight until their last breath.

Nevertheless, against the Void Refining Cultivator Jiang Fan, they were utterly insignificant.

Whenever the Heaven-Transforming Staff Talisman was wielded, even the most stubborn elders and sect leaders were transformed.

They were reduced to the most fervent zealots of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

Consequently, within a single year, the Southern Continent was fully unified under the banner of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

Even the original grounds of the Void Secret Realm were converted into a branch of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

It became the central lighthouse governing the entire Southern Continent.

For the average cultivator living in this land, this period marked a change unlike any they had ever witnessed before.

...

Meanwhile, deep within a hidden cavern on the Southern Continent—a remnant of an ancient Nascent Soul Cave Mansion.

"Haha, after hundreds of years of toil, I have finally attained the Nascent Soul realm."

"From today onward, I am the true master of this continent, gifted with a thousand years of lifespan."

An old man dressed in pristine white robes sat in a meditative posture, radiating an ethereal, otherworldly aura.

Terrifying fluctuations of spiritual qi billowed from his body, confirming his status as a First-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivator.

He was known as the Cold Pool Daoist.

Once a mere Golden Core Loose Cultivator hailing from the Profound Celestial Sword Sect, he was possessed of an Earth Spirit Root talent.

Lacking any powerful backing, he stumbled upon the inheritance of an ordinary Qi Cultivation Loose Cultivator by chance, setting him on this arduous path of cultivation.

His journey had been plagued by endless perils and narrow escapes.

He had survived banditry by Tribulation Cultivators, weathered schemes from power-hungry clans, and even weathered betrayals from those he once called kin.

Yet, despite every obstacle, he had clawed his way to the Golden Core level.

Fate eventually turned in his favor when he discovered a Nascent Soul Cave Mansion lost to history for thousands of years.

Inside, he claimed the entirety of the inheritance.

This breakthrough, achieved after a century of painstaking seclusion, finally elevated him to the Nascent Soul realm.

With such formidable strength, he was now capable of founding his own sect on the Southern Continent.

If luck favored him, his legacy could last at least a millennium.

He was destined to become a celebrated legend across the Southern Continent.

Those families and sects that had slighted him in the past would soon find him at their doorsteps, seeking retribution one by one.

"I shall begin by paying a visit to the Profound Celestial Sword Sect."

"Even as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, I cannot foolishly provoke such an ancient Nascent Soul Sect."

"Besides, the path forward requires networking with other powerful cultivators."

Cold Pool Daoist contemplated his future prospects with growing ambition.

He refused to stagnate at the first layer of Nascent Soul; his eyes were set on the Divinity Transformation Realm, a level of power that no one on the Southern Continent had pierced for countless aeons.

Should that prove impossible, he would at least settle for becoming a late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivator.

Whoosh!

With his mind made up, the Cold Pool Daoist exited the ruined cave mansion and soared toward the Profound Celestial Sword Sect.

Within only a few days, he arrived at Xuanjian City, the closest urban hub to the sect.

"What is this? How has Xuanjian City grown to such a massive size?"

Upon reaching the outskirts of Xuanjian City, the Cold Pool Daoist faltered, his expression tightening in confusion.

Over the past few centuries, he had frequented this city so often he knew every street.

Yet now, the city had stretched to over ten times its original footprint.

It was teeming with cultivators.

The population density looked to have exploded tenfold compared to his memory.

The bustle and activity were simply beyond calculation.

What disturbed him even more deeply was the restriction array protecting the city; it felt truly nightmarish in scale.

The entire perimeter was enveloped by an invisible seal, vibrating with a foreboding power.

Vaguely, it felt as though a True Dragon lay coiled above the city walls.

The presence was so ominous that it triggered heart palpitations even in a Nascent Soul expert, making the city feel more like a predator’s lair.

The sheer strangeness of the situation left a seed of unease in his heart; he had no idea what tectonic shifts had taken place.

Whoosh!

Acting on instinct, the Cold Pool Daoist opted against entering Xuanjian City.

He hovered in the outskirts for some time, eventually catching an opportunity to intercept a lone Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The captive turned out to be an Inner Sect Disciple of the Profound Celestial Sword Sect, known as Zhou Yunqing.

"Senior, please, spare my life! I am but a lowly nobody."

"If you strike me down, the Primordial Talisman Sect will hunt you to the ends of the earth."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator, Zhou Yunqing, turned pale as a corpse, trembling in sheer terror.

He could not fathom how he had incurred the wrath of such a mysterious Nascent Soul powerhouse.

He felt like the unluckiest man alive.

"The Primordial Talisman Sect? What is that?"

"And are you not supposed to be a disciple of the Profound Celestial Sword Sect?"

The Cold Pool Daoist queried, brow furrowed in disdain.

"Senior, the Profound Celestial Sword Sect has long ceased to exist."

"We all serve the Primordial Talisman Sect now," Zhou Yunqing stammered with a pitiful expression.

"Nonsense. How could a powerful, millennium-old Nascent Soul Sect like the Profound Celestial Sword simply vanish?"

"Explain yourself immediately!"

The news hit the Cold Pool Daoist like a physical blow, leaving him completely shattered by disbelief.

He was intimately familiar with the military might of the Profound Celestial Sword Sect.

It was protected by at least three Nascent Soul masters.

Not to mention, the sect wielded a formidable Tier Five Grand Array.

Even a coordinated strike from multiple Nascent Soul powers should not have been enough to topple it.

Yet here he was, hearing news of its total collapse, which sounded like absolute lunacy.

Furthermore, what was this Primordial Talisman Sect, and why was it entirely unknown to him?

"It happened a year ago. The Primordial Talisman Sect manifested out of thin air and obliterated the Profound Celestial Sword Sect overnight."

"In fact, it wasn't just them. Every single Nascent Soul influence on the Southern Continent was wiped away."

"The Primordial Talisman Sect is the only order left on the entire continent."

"This is common knowledge, Senior; everyone knows this. I would never lie to you."

Zhou Yunqing explained, desperate to prove his innocence.

"What?!"

The Cold Pool Daoist was utterly blindsided, his mind reeling from the scale of the revelation.

He stood frozen, unable to articulate the sheer insanity of the information he had just been forced to swallow.