Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 1029 - 113: Tales Told and Retold, Luofu Immortal Palace

[And the belated leave note]

"'Oh, senior, what a coincidence, you're a Reincarnator too' 'Yes, what a coincidence'... Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of 'sect affairs all buried in awkwardness', it's just too... too funny!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In the illusion, Wang Qi was laughing so hard he almost fell over. The people around quickly looked at him as if he were a madman. Only then did Wang Qi remember that there were others around him. These people, unlike himself, didn't have this omniscient perspective and couldn't see every detail within the illusion.

So, he stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Fellow elders! The purpose of why I've called you all here today, I believe you are all well aware of. This..." he pointed to Zhen Chan at his side, "is a Ring Grandpa I picked up when I was a child. He is the last Mahayana Cultivator of the old times, Zhen Chan. This Ring Grandpa is determined—oops, sorry, he clearly does not have a body, my bad for not being precise. Ahem ahem. Even though he has no body, he still insists on doing odd jobs, voluntarily serving as an Empirical Life, saving up enough merit to resurrect his body. But that's not all. Recently, he even saved up a sum of money just to produce this Mirage Game, showcasing the last glory of Luofu Xuanqing Palace, to have himself remembered—especially the way he got beaten down. Inspiring or not?"

With every word Wang Qi spoke, Zhen Chan's face grew darker. By now, he had taken on a form, an old man in a black Daoist robe.

Surrounding them were a large group of virtual figures, either wearing the Daoist robes of Luofu Xuanqing Palace or the court robes of the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao—naturally, all played by Modern Primordial Spirit Cultivators.

The location they were in was the main hall of Luofu Xuanqing Palace, the "Central Divine Palace".

Wang Qi was speaking more and more absurdly. By now, he was saying, "The spirit of dedicating oneself to art like Daoist Fellow Zhen Chan is worth learning from! So, we should cooperate with him well, perform this play well! Today, we are all people of Luofu Xuanqing Palace!"

Even more terrifying was that many Primordial Spirit Masters seemed to be buying into this, some even quietly shedding tears of sympathy, giving Zhen Chan encouraging looks.

For a moment, Zhen Chan only felt weary in his heart.

One knowing the true purpose of this play, a Dark Sect Master, whispered, "Old master, feeling bad, huh..."

Zhen Chan nodded sadly, "Hmm, even if it's just an illusion, I can't openly beat down the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao..."

The Dark Sect Master instantly felt that something soft in his heart had been fed to the dogs. Zhen Chan smiled wryly, "If I couldn't let go of even such a small thing, I would've wasted my ten thousand years."

"Um, this... is it the scene where you were beaten to death, old master? And, Wang Qi, this guy... is planning to use your ancestral cultivation technique as bait, right..."

Zhen Chan said lightly, "Even if it makes me unhappy, can I change anything?"

"You really have a broad mind... to watch yourself get beaten to death again..."

"A few years ago, I understood that those with narrow minds would go mad sooner or later—especially in the era created by you people..."

By this time, Wang Qi had already gestured, "Hey, old man, come here and give these guys some directions! Remember, we're making a historical drama! Be serious!"

"Here, you're the only one not being serious, everything else here is solemn enough." Zhen Chan shook his head and shooed Wang Qi away, "You go wander around somewhere else."

—Hah, the ugly face of a director who pushes the producer away the moment they take charge!

Wang Qi chuckled, hands behind his back, and roamed around.

Although this was just an illusion, every detail sought to be realistic, perfectly restoring the scene of Luofu Xuanqing Palace back then, and it had some viewing value.

Zhen Chan, based on his memory, carefully explained every detail of the battle that led to the destruction of Luofu Xuanqing Palace.

...........................…

After the dense fog cleared, all the Ancient Method Practitioners appeared in a small space. This room seemed to be a certain floor of a tower, extremely spacious, enough to accommodate more than three hundred people. The room was in a regular sixteen-sided shape, without doors or windows, illuminated only by a few pearls embedded in the ceiling.

At this time, a mysterious awkwardness was spreading within this small room.

"Hmm..." Fan Zhongxing was still kneeling on the ground. On the other side, the old Daoist Yixin was lecturing his disciple with resentment, "Ruyi Qi is associated with the Innate Taisu Dao, and Taisu is with substance but no form! The Magic Seal you just used forcibly divided into the form of Yin and Yang, then reassembled into various Divine Skills! What were you trying to practice with that Magic Seal? Taiji?"

"Taiji" is the last of the Innate Five Taos, representing Heaven and Earth already formed, possessing both shape and form. The basic change of Taiji's form is the two words "Yin Yang".

Fan Zhongxing dared not retort, he merely whispered, "The Innate Taiji Dao is, after all, one of the Innate Five Taos, famed alongside the Innate Taisu Dao..."

Daoist Yixin was infuriated, gathering his palm power, nearly killing this sect traitor. However, Ru Tianqi stopped him: "Don't be impulsive, this is the Reincarnation World..."

Ru Tianqi's words fell on Daoist Yixin's ears, naturally meaning "our lives are still in the hands of others." People from the Luochen Sword Palace knew that Wang Qi was cultivating these Reincarnators with undisclosed secrets at regular intervals. If they started killing randomly, they might earn everlasting enmity. However, when the low-level disciples heard this, it became "Don't kill our people, lest you lose points."

Wu Qi sighed, "Indeed, rich in experience..."

Daoist Yixin begrudgingly stayed his hand. In essence, he was not such an impulsive person. It's just that a few days ago, he was defeated by a Golden Core Cultivator, breaking his lifelong persistence and pride, then invaded by the Heart Demon Curse. His obsession was magnified, as was the heart demon, leading to such malicious thoughts. With Ru Tianqi's hint, he finally remembered where they were.

——These little brats, completely unaware that the things they treat as vital are all bait intentionally laid by others...

Daoist Yixin shook his head, calming his anger. He said to Fan Zhongxing, "Get up. Everyone has their own aspirations, and I won't force it. I always saw you as the next leader of the sect, thus my momentary anger. In this Reincarnation World, what harm is there in cultivating the Heterodox Path, or even the Demon Path? Now the Heterodox Path's fortune is strong, formidable. Your switch is a good choice... just don't forget the Ruyi Daoist School in the future..."

Fan Zhongxing didn't know what was wrong with his always stern and stubborn grandmaster today, but still bowed: "Thank you, Grandmaster..."

Fan Zhongxing quickly returned to the crowd.

At this moment, some sect disciples somewhat intentionally leaned towards their sect elders, disciples from the Ruyi Daoist School, Heart Demon Illusion Sect, and Luochen Sword Palace seemingly having the intention to withdraw from the Reincarnation Team. This made reincarnators from other sects like Thunder Night Sect, Wuji Sky Sect, Unrivaled Sword Sect, look displeased.

"Now the people's hearts are not united," Xiao Jizong was quite dissatisfied.

At this point, Fan Zhongxing's expression had returned to normal, "This is not necessarily a bad thing. At least these sect elders have formidable influence, able to unify us low-level cultivators into a tight group."

Lu Longcheng spoke with a tone full of innuendos, "The fear is that those elders might use us reincarnators who are not from their sect as cannon fodder."

Fan Zhongxing shook his head, "This needn't be a concern. If they truly value their sect disciples' lives, they certainly won't let their sect disciples' teammates take risks—the loss of teammates makes it difficult for reincarnators to pass through the Reincarnation Realm Master's trials."

Fan Zhongxing's words indeed reassured many people.

At this moment, Mei Sicheng opened his mouth, "That youngster from the Ruyi Daoist School, is named Fan Zhongxing, right? You seem clever. Come, share your view on this situation."

Fan Zhongxin walked over quickly, neither humble nor arrogant, explaining his perspective on breaking the impasse, which was quite similar to before. This surprised Mei Sicheng a little, "Oh? Why is it that our Divine Separation Stage Cultivators' strategy is similar to you Golden Core Cultivators'?"

Fan Zhongxing answered honestly, "Actually, I thought there would be Unification Stage Reincarnators present this time. Only Unification Stage Reincarnators truly have the qualification to meddle in the battles between Luofu Daoist and Master of Heaven Splitting Dao, these Mahayana Cultivators. Now it seems, this task is also a death mission for you seniors, isn't it? Since it's a death mission, I believe, we still have to prioritize safety."

"Though the various rules of the death mission appear to be the Reincarnation Realm Master letting us score, this death mission is far more dangerous than general tasks."

Mei Sicheng nodded, turning to discuss with the other Divine Separation Stage Cultivators. Although they agreed to cooperate with Wang Qi in the performance, who knows if that madman would go for "honesty is precious" by making them do "kneeling in reality"? Therefore, they should stay as far from areas where High Order Cultivator battles might spillover as possible.

So, the favorite plan among them became knocking someone out in time and then taking them out.

While several Divine Separation Stage Cultivators were setting their plan, Wu Qi suddenly shouted, "On the wall... look at the wall!"

The room was very simply furnished, with sixteen walls, each with complicated murals, like cloud diagrams, like dragon patterns. In front of each wall stood two rows of bookshelves. Behind every pair of bookshelves was a long table. This seemed to be an enclosed study.

However, upon closer inspection, it was easy to notice that the cloud patterns on those sixteen walls seemed to possess a special allure, as if they could suck one's soul in.

This was clearly the effect of the True Intent Inheritance. Someone with a powerful Mental Realm and supreme power forcefully expressed all the True Intent of a cultivation technique through the turns in the cloud patterns.

"Could this be..." Mrs. Huansha, who was well-informed, vaguely recalled the old stories of the Luofu Xuanqing Palace.

"This is... the True Intent Inheritance of the 'Yin Yang Chaotic Hole Ling Xiao Record'!"