Chapter 1: The Path of Immortals Opens

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  Qing Suo was smiling, his upper body bare, his ancient bronze-colored physique fading away, his brilliance no longer visible. His body was disappearing, and in the last moment, he raised his index finger, pointing at Xiao Yi. A purple aura burst forth, entering Xiao Yi's brow. Then, in Xiao Yi's spiritual world, an ancient, rustic purple fist print appeared. On top of this fist print, a dragon pattern coiled, emitting a powerful, heaven-sealing and earth-shaking fist intent. There was no scripture or incantation, nor any specific moves or techniques. This was the legacy of Bing Fa Suo Tian Quan, passed down solely through the transmission of fist intent. Only when one comprehended it would they achieve mastery.

  Crack!

  Then, under Xiao Yi's gaze, the world that belonged to Duanhun Gun began to collapse. As Qing Suo dissipated, this purple misty void could no longer exist and finally shattered completely, turning into a sprinkling of purple light rain.

  Xiao Yi Jing stood in the stone house, looking at the soul-breaking gun in front of him. The spider web-like cracks gradually spread across the entire body of the gun, and soon, the broken gun that had accompanied him for more than a year completely collapsed, shattering into hundreds of pieces of dark gold fragments.

  Take a deep breath, Xiao Yi took out a celadon vase and put the broken gun fragments into it. Now he is just an ordinary warrior, even if he were to become a high-ranking warrior, it would be meaningless to him. Only when he truly refines his Blood Circle can he begin to nurture his own physical warriors.

  The bright moon is high in the sky.

  Outside the stone house, it was already deep in the night. The stars were densely packed on the sky, and the round moon was brighter than ever before. As Xiao Yi walked out of the stone house and looked up at the moon, he suddenly realized that the moonlight could still be so enchanting, which he had always neglected. This was the ancient moon, now very close to the earth, as if it could be touched by stretching out one's hand. However, Xiao Yi knew clearly that this was just an illusion, and the moon was actually very far away from him. The stars were within reach, but for him at present, it was still a realm beyond his grasp.

  The day agreed upon with the Volcanic Tribe was approaching, and during these two short days, Xiao Yi did not refine the Fake Soul Pellet again. Instead, he consolidated and familiarized himself with his current powers. His Qi and blood had not increased again, and the remaining medicinal power that was used to support the arrival of his future self had almost been depleted. Only his spiritual willpower had taken a significant step forward. Xiao Yi faintly felt that perhaps it wouldn't be long before he could touch the threshold of the Superhuman Realm.

  The morning sun rises, the sound of war horns echoes again over the Bloodstone tribe, nearly two thousand Bloodstone warriors gather in front of the mountain wall, many Bloodstone people gaze out from the top of the mountain wall, their eyes are devout, praying in their hearts for their loved ones to return safely.

  Xiao Yi noticed the reluctant gaze, his heart suddenly felt a bit heavy, he felt a sense of responsibility, the responsibility of being strong. He was not alone, behind him were the many warriors of his Bloodstone tribe, and after they went to battle, tens of thousands of tribesmen within the mountain walls waited day by day, hoping they could return safely, hoping that the blood on their bodies would forever be that of foreign tribes.

  The war master shuttled through the desolate ancient forest, not crossing mountains and ridges, but wanting to bypass the edge of the Panlei mountain range. For the Panlei mountain range, the Bloodstone tribe had left behind a manual for generations, and if it was not a strong Qianfu, it would be impossible to lightly venture in, where there were indeed many crises, and with a little carelessness, it would be difficult to walk out again.

  The Panlei mountain range comes to an end.

  In a vast mountain torrent, a giant waterfall cascaded down, shining with a silver light. A middle-aged man wearing black armor stood in front of the silver waterfall, surrounded by a halo of mist. His eyes gleamed with a deep, golden light. In front of him, more than 5,000 green-armored celestial soldiers stood at attention, their guns at the ready. The air was filled with a boundless, surging energy, as if they were about to create a new realm within this mountain torrent.

  Suddenly, this middle-aged man burst out laughing, the rolling sound waves echoing in the mountain stream, even overpowering the sound of the giant waterfall.

  "The time has come, Lei Jianbing's troops are retreating in defeat, the heavenly drum is beating! The strong ones of my immortal clan have arrived on the road to welcome the heavenly soldiers!"

  "Long live the great leader!"

  More than 5,000 immortal soldiers shouted in unison, the sky changed color, and even silver lightning flashed across the horizon. Then, more than 5,000 immortal soldiers parted from the center, revealing a massive war drum. The drum was purple-black in color, entirely cast in stone, simple and unadorned. There were no patterns on the body of the drum, but its three-meter-long body emitted a rich, dense aura that seemed to contain an inexplicable sense of majesty, as if it were the mighty power of heaven itself, which could not be violated.

  "Emerald waters, dye the celestial drum with your immortal blood!"

  As the middle-aged man's voice fell, a Xian tribe member rode a cyan qilin horse towards the purple-black Xian drum, taking steps. Every time the qilin horse took a step, its body's cyan armor would split open, and a gurgling sound of Xian blood flowed out, revealing an eerie cyan color. When it finally arrived in front of the Xian drum, the entire person was stained with cyan blood. He let out a long howl, and his legs kicked violently, causing the qilin horse to shatter into pieces, with pale flames burning on its body. He rose into the air and landed on top of the purple-black Xian drum, sitting cross-legged, reciting ancient Xian sounds from his mouth. The gurgling cyan blood flowed out from his body, slowly wrapping around the entire drum.

  "Primordial chaos without bounds, Heaven and Earth lend their laws, yin and yang transform and give birth, the immortal pulse points the way, the immortal drum beats! The immortal path opens!"

  A mighty aura surged forth, as the sound of the celestial tribe spread throughout the nine heavens. His entire body exploded, his bones and blood merging eerily into the drum. Suddenly, a majestic and distant drumbeat emanated from the drum, spreading far and wide in all directions, reaching every corner of the land within a hundred miles. The air above the mountains began to distort, the sky darkened instantly, with gathering storm clouds, silver lightning flashing like dragons, thunder booming, as if it were the end of days.

  A thousand miles away.

  Xiao Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed intently on the horizon. A thousand miles away, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, layer upon layer of dark clouds piled up, distorting the air so that reality and illusion were indistinguishable.

  On the back of the red heavenly horse, Tribal Chief Shi Zhenxuan was silent, but Xiao Yi could feel the increasingly profound Qi and blood power within him. On that day, Qing Suo fought against the immortal tribe's Bi Yun, and Tribal Chief Shi Zhenxuan, with his extraordinary spiritual willpower, although he ultimately failed to grasp the true meaning of the Lock Heaven Fist, still gained a considerable harvest, and now it was even more unfathomable.

  Shi Hu Qianfu and the two men took a deep breath, at the end of the Pan Lei mountain range, which had been uncertain whether it was real or fake for a year. This battle was extremely dangerous, and it was still unknown whether it was good luck or bad luck. However, even if it was a precipice of ten thousand feet, they had to make every effort to fight back. Behind them were nearly 100,000 tribesmen waiting in anticipation. They could die but not be defeated; otherwise, like the Feng Ya tribe, the entire clan would be buried, with no bones left.

  Among the many warriors, Xiao Yi saw Tuoba Feng, Shui Qianliu, Shi Taizhen and Mu Xue. These four great young masters of the past had undergone a transformation, and he keenly felt that each person was stronger than they were during the Great Comparison. Even on Mu Xue's body, Xiao Yi sensed a vague aura of perfection.

  Apart from that, Shi Lei, Shi Qian, Yun Shan and seven others were listed, in a short period of time, the seven people became more stable than before, their aura also increased significantly. Whether it was Shi Lei or Shi Qian, they had already entered the realm of Blood Refining Small Success, becoming Wu Chang, while Yun Shan and five others made rapid progress, approaching the realm of Blood Refining Small Success.

  There is also Shi Yuan and Li Yue, among the younger generation. They may not be as prominent as Shi Taiyi and the other four, but they have their own persistence. The two of them looked at the tall figure standing at the front of the war formation, a hint of a smile appearing in their cold eyes. In their eyes, no matter how strong that figure was or how far away he was from them, there was one thing that would never change - He is a member of the Blood Stone Tribe, he is a brother.

  After a moment, the entire army's speed accelerated, as if they had sensed the arrival of the final battle. The distant air was stagnant, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and there were flashes of lightning and thunder.

  The Panlei mountain range comes to an end.

  The void above the mountain stream continued to twist and distort, with transparent ripples opening up like waves of water. As these ripples passed by, a silver waterfall hundreds of feet high suddenly came to a standstill, its thunderous roar disappearing in an instant.

  Bang!

  Another drum sound started, the immortal drum stained with green blood slowly floated up, the vast drum sound seemed to penetrate the endless void, reaching a very distant place, vaguely, from that twisted space, transmitted out infinite sword sounds.

  Finally, above the mountain stream, the void twisted and transformed into a ten-zhang-square transparent whirlpool, which was a space-time vortex. As soon as the whirlpool took shape, endless fairy energy burst out from it, accompanied by the sound of clashing gold and iron, and loud laughter echoed out.

  "Good! It turns out that our Xian tribe's Qian Fu Zhang is performing a blood sacrifice on the human world, opening up a temporary void passage. Since we've met, I, Wan Fu Zhang Xuan Qing, have come to assist you!"

  Boom!

  The next moment, a majestic figure emerged from the spatial vortex. He was a middle-aged celestial being with fiery eyebrows and hair that was also a deep red color. A scar adorned his face, and as he appeared, the surrounding hundred-meter void saw a sudden surge in flames, with firelight flickering across the sky. A powerful aura of intimidation erupted, and in the mountain valley below, over 5,000 celestial beings' eyes revealed a look of reverence.

  "Nice to meet you, Mr. Xuanqing!"

  Descending from the void, the patriarch of the Xian clan, Xuán Qīng, took a deep breath and his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Indeed, this is the great land of the mortal realm, where all the Qi of the Zhou Tian Xing Zong exists. I am even more convinced that this place is the origin of my Xian clan, it is the ancestral land of my Xian clan!"

  As this person arrived, the space vortex above the void also disappeared instantly, and the distorted void returned to calmness. The celestial drum that was originally suspended in the air fell back down, and the emerald blood that had stained its body had completely disappeared, revealing once again its ancient, rustic purple-black drum body.

  "Essence of the Void!"

  "It's you, Chen Shan! I didn't expect it was you who brought me to the mortal realm. But now I've caught wind of human blood, and there's a Human Blood Clan just tens of miles away from this mountain valley. Good! Let's slaughter them all, offer their blood as sacrifice to the entire clan. Take advantage of the Lei Jianbing Clan being busy with their own affairs, and summon even more heavenly soldiers to descend upon the road."