Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 440 - 241. The Seventh Heavenly Layer, Connecting Heaven! (Two-in-One Chapter)_2
The Spiritual Energy veins in this place were in chaos, influenced by the wild Martial Tao True Meaning, particularly hostile toward Confucian cultivators, making it impossible for Lin Che and the other Great Scholars to return. Instead, Lei Jun, using a Taoist School approach, had managed to piggyback on the Lin Clan’s ritual, briefly reactivate the void "portal," and force his way in.
Xu Yuanzhen smiled, "I actually wish they would come in, so I could test out some new things."
Lei Jun felt a sudden stirring inside, lowering his head to look below.
Beneath the towering glacier-like black thunderclouds, the earth below was set ablaze with surging Nine Abyss True Fire, forming a vast sea of flames.
Within the verdant green sea of fire, several shadows flickered indistinctly, as though performing some kind of ritual refinement.
"The Martial Tao True Meaning leftover in this world—its essence—I have gathered it all here for reforging," Xu Yuanzhen said casually.
Lei Jun understood.
Lin Che and the others might have realized that the Spiritual Energy veins here contained Dharma Essence targeting the Confucian tradition.
But after Xu Yuanzhen’s reforging, it would surely bring them an even greater "surprise" than they anticipated.
*However...*
"Since those on the other side have noticed something unusual here, the four surnames and six great clans will surely band together more tightly, far beyond our previous expectations."
Lei Jun raised an eyebrow, "Right now, it’s just the Jiangzhou Lin Clan—maybe with some moves from the Youzhou Lin Clan—just the tip of the iceberg. In truth, much more is stirring beneath the surface.
Only, to avoid alerting the Tang Imperial Court, their moves were limited before. But now, I fear the iceberg is about to emerge on its own."
This world was cut off from communication with the Great Tang Realm, unable to reach the outside at the first sign. All they could do was wait and see how quickly the Tang Imperial Court reacted outside.
"The tip of the iceberg? Compared to Ye Moquan and the rest, I’m even more curious to see how big a mountain Zhang Wantong really is," Xu Yuanzhen said serenely, sitting at the heart of the black thunderclouds shaped like a glacier.
As she reached this point, she suddenly looked Lei Jun up and down.
Lei Jun stood calmly, wearing an innocent expression.
Xu Yuanzhen gave a mildly disdainful pout, "You do have a knack for timing. Since you’re here, have a seat."
Lei Jun said, "Senior sister, since you put it that way, I guess this won’t disturb your closed cultivation, so I’d better accept your offer with thanks."
He did not make a show of modesty, but simply sat cross-legged in midair outside the glacier thundercloud, immediately closing his eyes to quietly breathe and settle his mind.
Xu Yuanzhen’s location was the very core of the circulation of Spiritual Energy veins in this world.
The clash of wildness and civilization intertwined here, changing further under Xu Yuanzhen’s influence.
Within the apparently motionless, glacier-like black thunderclouds, it was as if limitless Tao Containment flowed unceasingly.
No less impressive than the Celestial Master Seal or the Altar of Wanfa Sect.
In depth, perhaps a step behind; but in breadth and profundity, it even seemed to surpass them.
*As Lei Jun calmed his mind and focused on sensing the principles within, only then did he truly feel that before him, the strange black thunderclouds resembled another world, resonating with the surrounding realm.*
*At this moment, in a sense, Xu Yuanzhen was the world here, was nature here.*
*And this senior sister was now making a charge for a still higher level in her closed cultivation, setting off changes in this world and nature accordingly.*
*Lei Jun, cultivating quietly within, found his experience different than that of other cultivators.*
He had already completed a full summary and refinement of all he had learned at the Middle Three Heavens stage, condensing and elevating it even further.
His essence, energy, and spirit had also been nurtured to a peak state.
He was now only a hair’s breadth away from the Seventh Layer of Heaven Realm.
Yet that final push beyond perfection was always the hardest—*the closer to the end, the less room for impatience.*
So long as he handled preparations for crossing the catastrophic abyss between the Sixth and Seventh Heavenly Layers with care, he could take that final step successfully.
Lei Jun had already foreseen that this would come within a year or two.
But now, Xu Yuanzhen had given him an even better environment—a more perfect opportunity.
*If Lei Jun was not fully prepared, he would miss such a moment.*
*Naturally, he would never let this slip by.*
*Was this the Third-Rank Opportunity foretold by a moderately good lot, or even a Fourth Rank Opportunity?*
*It was precisely because Lei Jun’s own opportunity was at hand that he could so keenly sense that Xu Yuanzhen’s closed cultivation had also reached its final moments.*
*Miss the village, and there’s no more inn down the road.*
*That was why she remarked on Lei Jun’s punctual timing.*
*So then...*
Lei Jun sat cross-legged, eyes closed, quietly breathing and meditating.
Above his head, a Tao Seal began to materialize.
The Tao Seal’s outward form now differed greatly from when it had first resembled the Celestial Master Seal; it was now unique unto itself.
......
Jinzhou Ye Clan.
The old Clan Chief, Ye Moquan, was acting out of character—he was not in the Ye Clan ancestral estate.
The old man had left the ancestral land, now standing on the banks of the Grand River.
The North Great River and South Great River were the largest, most Spiritual Energy–rich currents in the mortal world.
Unlike the world Lei Jun once inhabited, the Grand River of the north never froze solid, even in the depths of winter, forever roaring on in wild and ceaseless flow.
The old man stood by the shore, gazing at the river before him, silent in long contemplation.
No other servants accompanied him, only a single young Confucian scholar standing nearby.
The scholar looked scarcely more than twenty, with fine and elegant features.
This was the old man’s eldest legitimate grandson—the most outstanding prodigy among the younger generation of Jinzhou Ye Clan, Ye Feishan.
His father, Ye Wei, remained behind at the Jinzhou ancestral estate, so at present Ye Feishan alone attended his grandfather, Ye Moquan.
He might look young, but by worldly standards, this scholar should already have grandchildren of his own.
Yet in today’s Cultivation World, comparing cultivation and lifespan, it would not be improper to call Ye Feishan but a youth. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Even so, his temperament was naturally steady. Despite his age, he already bore a master’s bearing—deep as the sea, lofty as a mountain. Now, he stood silent behind his grandfather, motionless and composed.
