Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 895

[Chapter 893 Crisis (Additional updates, please subscribe)]

Most monks recognize each other by their magical aura.

Under the premise that Fang Xi did not deliberately cover up, the other high-level cultivators would naturally not admit their mistake.

The fortune teller felt a familiar aura approaching, but when he looked closely, he saw a young man in a green robe, followed by two golden-armored monks, walking towards him.

However, the aura lingering over the young man was familiar to him, yet also a little strange.

The deep and profound fluctuations of the magical power made the divine fortune teller shudder in his heart: “Mahayana… Impossible… How could that young man back then break through from the Return to Void realm all the way to the Mahayana realm in just a few hundred years?”

“Even the person with extraordinary talent in human history could never do this…”

“Could it be that I am dazzled, or is it that the prohibition here hides the law of time, and tens of thousands of years have already passed in the outside world?”

Although Fang Xi now shows his true face, in the eyes of the fortune teller, he is the “ancestor of the Wang family” from back then.

At this point, it is inevitable that you will be hit to the point of doubting your life.

“How long have you been imprisoned?”

The fortune teller looked at Fang Xi and couldn’t help but ask a question.

“In less than five hundred years…”

Fang Xi’s mouth curved into an arc: “I have come here today to fulfill my promise and rescue you… But the Phoenix Feather you promised me before is far from enough…”

The divine calculator: “…”

After a moment of silence, he still revealed his shadow with the counting sticks and eight trigrams, and then bowed deeply: “Please give me your instructions, senior. I will do my best…”

As a cultivator and a native of the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Divine Calculator kept a very proper attitude in front of cultivators of a higher realm.

“Very good. You know that the outside world is in chaos now…”

Fang Xi briefly introduced the invasion of the alien alliance and the war between the four tribes, which made the divine fortune teller’s face turn pale: “I have only been trapped for a few hundred years, but the outside world has changed dramatically…”

“Now that I am about to come out of seclusion to sort out the affairs of the world, I am still in need of a military advisor…” Fang Xi said leisurely.

“May I ask a question…”

The fortune teller asked cautiously, “Which side are you going to help, senior?”

The addition of a Mahayana monk is enough to reverse the war situation in some areas.

Although Fang Xi looks like a human, the environment of Xiankong Island is unique, and humans, demons, and many other races have lived in harmony before.

Only after a certain person arrived, did the bloody storm begin.

Fang Xi’s attitude at this time made the fortune teller very unsure.

Apart from anything else, the two guards behind Fang Xi, although they looked like humans, had a strange aura that made the divine fortune teller imagine…

If this Mahayana is willing to join, no matter if he is from the demon clan or the alien clan, they will certainly welcome him.

Although the fortune teller wanted to regain his freedom, he was unwilling to work for a foreign race.

“Of course it’s the human race! After all, I am also from the human race… It’s just that there are many dead branches and leaves in the human race in this earthly immortal world, and they need to be pruned.”

Fang Xi said these words with a smile, which were full of murderous intent.

The fortune teller seemed not to have heard him, and said respectfully: “In that case, I am willing to serve you…”

“good!”

The fifth-generation Qinghe sword appeared in Fang Xi’s hand, and the power of the wood attribute law condensed and transformed into a sword light.

The magic power of the Mahayana stage was released without reservation, which shocked the divine fortune teller: “Such power seems to be much greater than that of Senior Che Xuanyuan… Is this really a new Mahayana? Or was the one who joked with me before always a disguise? An incarnation?”

However, he soon lost the energy to think about it: “Senior…Senior, please spare my life!”

Puff!
Fang Xi swung his sword coldly!
The power of the wood attribute law gathered and turned into a crescent-shaped sword light, falling on the iceberg.

The colorful chains flickered
, also carrying the power of the law!

Unfortunately, this immortal palace had fallen into disrepair over the years, and many of its restrictions were broken.

But then a dark green light flashed, and the emerald crescent sword light fell on the colorful chain, suddenly shining brightly, and then strangely blended into it.

Crashing!
The colorful chains broke one after another, revealing extremely smooth cuts.

The iceberg shook violently, and then broke into pieces…

“Ha ha!”

The divine fortune teller let out a long roar and produced a treasure that looked like a golden abacus.

Countless abacus chips flew out and transformed into the shape of the innate Bagua, protecting him layer by layer, and he jumped out of the iceberg!

“After being imprisoned for so long, I finally got rid of the shackles… Thank you, Senior, for rescuing me.”

The divine fortune teller straightened his appearance and bowed solemnly to Fang Xi: “Senior, you are able to use the rare treasures of the Immortal Palace as easily as using your own arms and fingers. This is so amazing that I really admire you.”

“It’s just a broken treasure from the Immortal Palace.”

Fang Xi waved his hand, looking at the potted plants, the zither and other items inside the pavilion, and said meaningfully: “Compared to the real treasures of the Immortal Palace, they are really not worth mentioning.”

The divine fortune teller was startled, then smiled bitterly and said, “Senior, please don’t tease me. Over the past few hundred years, I have been constantly meditating in silence, and I have learned a little about the operation of the immortal palace formation. I also know that this small pavilion is a trap… If I hadn’t been greedy, I wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

The divine fortune teller was originally a great master of formations.

Even when Fang Xi was discussing Taoism with Ji Feixue, this master of human formations was quite respectful of the divine fortune teller, claiming that the other party’s attainments in formations were even better than his own.

As long as the fortune teller didn’t tell fortunes, Fang Xi would naturally believe him: “Oh? Then where is the hub of this immortal palace?”

“If my guess is correct, it should be at the bottom of this small pavilion…”

The divine fortune teller smiled and said, “I am willing to lead the way for you and completely occupy this immortal palace… The restriction of this immortal palace is the hub of Xiankong Island. As long as we can perform a few rituals, it will not be difficult to start the integration with the earthly immortal world in advance, or even choose a place to descend to the world.”

“oh?”

Fang Xi had to admit that he was a little moved.

If we can completely control the secret realm of Xiankong Island, wouldn’t it be equivalent to Kyushu sending an extra unsinkable aircraft carrier?

Moreover, its territory is extremely vast and flexible, making it very suitable for many Shinto deities.

As a grandmaster of formations and divination, Shen Suanzi… has been trapped here for hundreds of years, and after careful research, it seems that
he has really come up with something? “In that case, go and give it a try.”

Fang Xi thought about it and couldn’t help but say.

“Haha… How could this old man be wrong?”

The fortune teller took a step forward with a hint of pride on his face.

When Fang Xi saw this scene, he frowned secretly and secretly circulated his immortal energy to cast a defensive spell for himself…

…

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Tianfan Realm.

Tianfan City.

This area has long been in ruins. Today, both inside and outside of Tianfan City are controlled by alien races, and built into a base for attacking other areas of the human race.

A series of colorful prohibitions rose into the sky and gathered into a mysterious formation.

At the core of the formation is a bluestone palace suspended in the air.

An alien cultivator with a rhinoceros head and a human body who was in the late stage of fusion was sitting cross-legged and practicing his skills silently.

It was night time at this time. Nine bright moons were shining brightly outside. Spiritual liquid like the emperor’s flowing liquid fell down and was absorbed into the body of the alien without leaving a trace.

After a long time, it finally finished its work, and its body was shining with brilliance, blending with the power of the moonlight.

When I opened my eyes, it was already early morning.

“ah?”

At this moment, the alien discovered that there was a somewhat hunched figure standing in the hall.

The figure looked like an old human, not very good-looking, with a small black horn on his head.

“Grandfather… Xi Yuan didn’t know you were coming, and didn’t go out to greet you. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the late-stage fusion cultivator of the Wangyue clan.

This one-horned old man turned out to be a Mahayana-level being of the Moon Watching Clan!
“Haha, forget it… I arrived in the middle of the night. Seeing that you are very focused on refining the power of the moonlight and that your practice has reached a critical juncture, I don’t want to disturb you. You are the most promising descendant of our clan. You should practice to the perfection of the fusion as soon as possible and impact the Mahayana. The rest of the formalities can be forgotten.”

The old man with the black horn smiled slightly and gave some tips on the techniques.

The late-stage fusion cultivator of the Moon-Watching Clan listened to the teaching with awe, and felt that all the confusion in his heart was suddenly cleared up. At this moment, after a flash of joy, he couldn’t help but ask: “Ancestor came here, is the battle of the demon clan finally over?”

“Yes, under the leadership of Emperor Yi and the Qilin, I fought fiercely with the demons for many times, and finally forced them to retreat to the last few demon domains. I sealed the mountains with the Heavenly Demon Formation, making it difficult for them to go out…”

The one-horned old man smiled and said, “In the battlefield of the demon clan, we have won a great victory. Now we have finally found some time. Several great masters are putting pressure on the human race on the front battlefield. I thought of this special force and it is just right to use it… When the time comes, we can attack from both sides and the human race will definitely lose!”

The Moon-Watching Clan cultivators who were in the late stage of fusion felt awe in their hearts, knowing that there was another meaning behind their ancestor’s coming to support this detachment.

Now that the four races are at war, the demons are almost eliminated first, leaving the human race alone and unable to hold on. The alliance between the monsters and the alien races can almost secure victory.

The more it is now, the more we must be careful of our allies!
The demon clan is needless to say, and within the alien alliance, even though the Jiuchi clan is the only one in power, there are also two great masters from the Stone clan and the Moon-Watching clan!
“The younger generation understands that only the land taken by our Moon-Watching clan is ours.”

A cultivator from the Moon-Watching Clan who was in the late stage of fusion said.

“Yes, that’s the truth… With me here, let’s see what the Jiu Chi clan dares to do. Aren’t they afraid that I will lead them to join the demon clan?”

The Great Master of the Wangyue Clan sneered and said, “I have finally understood. When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. Just like at this moment, the only way to restore the past is to have humans, demons and monsters stand side by side in a tripod, so that it can last long… I, Wangyue, and other alien races may be able to balance the demon race and the Jiuchi Clan and become the third pole!”

The combined cultivators of the Wangyue clan felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that the alien alliance had finally made up its mind to gradually draw a clear line between itself and the Jiuchi clan.

Originally, this alliance was very loose, and was forced together because of hatred.

Later, the Jiu Chi clan, which had no grudges against the three clans of humans, demons and monsters, joined the alliance and took the lead in bloodbath the faction in the alliance that hated the demon clan. After using both kindness and force, they barely subdued all the clans, united them into one, formed an equal alliance with the demon clan, and launched a war of revenge.

But by this point, the alliance was still inevitably heading towards division.

“But as long as the ancestors and the ancestors of the Stone Clan agree, we can keep a low profile and not compete with the Demon Clan and the Nine Chi Clan for supremacy. We only need a little bit of profit and spoils, and we should be able to have the best of both worlds… There is a chance that we can become the third pole in the future.”

‘It is hard to say, my chance to attain Mahayana is right here!’

The more the combined alien thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

“Forget it… Now we must completely break the backbone of the human race. Otherwise, no matter what we plan, it will be a joke.”

When the one-horned old man said this, his tone suddenly turned serious: “I heard that there is still a place in this area that has not been completely conquered?”

“Forgive me, ancestor…”

The Moon-Watching Clan fusion with a rhino head and a human body suddenly trembled: “The human race’s ‘Penglai Immortal Pavilion’ is guarded by a quasi-eighth-level formation… and there are two human fusion monks in charge. That’s where ‘Xitong’ was defeated. I am incompetent… I have attacked it several times, but it is difficult to take it down.”

In fact, in recent years, the Grand Elder Fang Xi of Penglai Immortal Pavilion has rarely appeared, but Yun Xi Yuanjun has taken over. Even if he is in the late stage of fusion, he may still be seriously injured or even die if he rushes into the quasi-eighth-level formation…

For the sake of its own path, and because Penglai Immortal Pavilion only closed the mountain gate and never went out to attack foreign armies, it turned a blind eye.

“Hmph… I will personally take action and pull out this nail first!”

The Mahayana cultivator of the Moon Watching Clan said proudly: “The rise of our Moon Watching Clan will begin with this battle!”

(End of this chapter)