After Long Zitian and the others emerged from the Burial Ground of Corpses, they arrived at the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound, just like the other eight teams.
However, they were very unfortunate; the immortal corpses and supreme immortal treasures here had already been taken by those who came before them.
“The Ten Thousand Immortal Mound is vast. Moving together like this will only delay us from obtaining the immortal inheritances and supreme treasures. Why don't we split up?” Long Zitian suggested.
“Fine by me.”
“Sure.”
Elder Li naturally had no objections, nor did Leng Ning'an and the others. That left only Wang Xuanyi's group of three.
“No problem.”
Everyone had expected the three of them to refuse, so they didn't expect such a straightforward response.
“Alright, Senior Sister Leng and I will be in one team, Senior Sister Wen and Huo Huang will be in another, and I'll have to trouble Elder Li to team up with Junior Sister Zhu Huai,” Long Zitian assigned the teams.
This was essentially a combination of the strong, greatly increasing their efficiency in exploration and chances of survival. At the same time, he had paired the strongest, Elder Li, with Zhu Huai.
“Sounds good!”
Before anyone could wonder why Wang Xuanyi was being excluded, he agreed first. It was hard to tell if he was overly confident in his own strength, or if he was simply... trying to save face.
The corners of Long Zitian's mouth curled up. He thought to himself, “Just like in my past life, always saving face only to suffer for it. I'll be waiting for news of your demise!”
“Alright, then it's settled. If you encounter danger, prioritize your lives over any supreme immortal treasures.”
“Understood.”
With the arrangements made, the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect team completely split up.
The reason was simple: there were too many cultivators behind them. If they continued to stick together for warmth as they had originally planned, it would undoubtedly prolong the time needed to search for treasures.
Furthermore, with Elder Li around, Long Zitian wouldn't be able to freely seek out his own immortal inheritance.
“Elder Li, please take good care of Zhu Huai.” Wang Xuanyi bowed with clasped hands.
“Don't worry, I know even without you telling me,” Elder Li waved his hand. He had already known how special Zhu Huai's identity was when they came to the Ancient Immortal Realm.
The Sect Master's daughter—she was the one and only young mistress of the entire sect.
Whether it was to secure his job or to obtain cultivation resources...
As long as he kept her safe, would the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect ever skimp on his rewards?
“Senior Brother...”
“Zhu Huai, stay by the elder's side. I need to search for some supreme immortal treasures.”
With that, Wang Xuanyi turned and left, without giving Zhu Huai any time to react at all.
He indeed had some matters to resolve. If Zhu Huai were by his side, he would have to look after her, which would prevent him from exerting his full strength.
“The ghost immortal Su Qian mentioned holds the old geezer's soul brand. As his disciple, I should at least put in some effort.”
Wang Xuanyi had his own plans and his own path to walk. Unlike other cultivators, any supreme immortal treasure would only serve as a minor aid to him; it wouldn't help much in increasing his strength.
Furthermore, his Foundation Establishment and his Violet Palace were also different from traditional cultivation realms.
...
When Gongyi Lingren, Wenren Jing, and the others arrived at the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound, they also split up, excluding Lyu Wu and letting him act on his own.
That kid was wicked at heart. He had already attacked his fellow disciples back on the Starry Heavenly Ladder. Had Wenren Jing not stopped him, Gongyi Lingren wouldn't have been able to successfully obtain the Foundation Establishment secret technique.
“Jing'er, did I do something to make you unhappy?” Gongyi Lingren suddenly asked as he walked alongside Wenren Jing through the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound.
“Oh... let me think...” Wenren Jing thought about it for a moment with a somewhat ditzy look on her face, then replied, “No.”
“Then why do you seem so unhappy?” Gongyi Lingren pressed further.
Ever since they set foot on the Starry Heavenly Ladder, Wenren Jing had always seemed absent-minded. Whenever they arrived at a new realm, she would look all around as if searching for something.
“No, no, I'm not unhappy.” Wenren Jing hurriedly waved her hands and explained, “I'm looking for Junior Brother Xuanyi.”
“...”
Gongyi Lingren felt as if the sky had collapsed.
“The fruit drinks he makes are delicious. I want to drink some, but I can't find him,” Wenren Jing added.
“Phew, so that's why, that's why.”
The heart that Gongyi Lingren had just raised in his throat settled back down. He explained, “Junior Brother Wang is not on the same path as us. If the timing is right, they should be in this space as well.”
“Okay.”
At the mention of this, Wenren Jing's furrowed brow smoothed out. Perhaps even she herself didn't realize she had been wearing a troubled expression all this time.
“Let's look for supreme immortal treasures first.”
“Alright.”
There were many treasures left behind by the immortals who had debated in the Ten Thousand Immortal Mound. The magical power, laws, and Dao charm contained within them were all top-tier treasures on the Nine Provinces continent.
As someone with an Unblemished Body, Wenren Jing naturally possessed an innate affinity for these treasures.
In less than a moment, the two discovered a remnant immortal corpse.
“Youngster, this seat sees that you possess an Unblemished Body. Are you willing to accept my inheritance and debate the Dao with other immortals on my behalf?” A layer of fluorescence clung to the remnant corpse. A soul dressed in ancient attire quietly materialized and whispered in Wenren Jing's ear.
“Okay.”
Wenren Jing nodded and agreed.
Her master had told her that the Unblemished Body could resonate with many immortals, allowing her to obtain the most immortal inheritances and supreme treasures. Therefore, she shouldn't let them go to waste—if someone offered, she should take it.
“Youngster, you have good taste. I like it.”
With that, the remnant soul waved its large hand. A dense, misty aura filled the air, enveloping Wenren Jing. He then cast a secret technique to open up a new space.
“Kid, I see you have a Transparent Sword Heart. Keep walking forward. There is an old sword-bone over there who has waited tens of thousands of years without finding a suitable successor. Go try your luck. You might just obtain his inheritance!” The ethereal voice of the remnant soul rang out before he and Wenren Jing vanished from the spot.
“Thank you, Senior.”
Gongyi Lingren bowed with clasped hands, then made his way toward the place the remnant immortal had pointed out.
Within the special space, Wenren Jing sat cross-legged, a faint, glowing green light swirling around her body. Opposite her sat an elderly man with an immortal, transcendent air.
The place was brimming with vitality and lush greenery. From time to time, the chirping of insects, birds, and beasts echoed between the mountains and rivers. Every flower and tree seemed to play a melody unique to themselves, creating a scene of complete harmony.
“You possess an Unblemished Body, favored by heaven and earth. You can manifest the revival of all things and a scene of flourishing vitality, yet you can also bring about the end of all things, burying them deep within the earth.”
“Today, I bestow a stroke of fortune upon you. I hope you can comprehend it.” The old man's voice was gentle, like a comforting spring breeze.
Following that, a golden beam of light erupted from between the old man's brows, slowly entering Wenren Jing's forehead, fully transmitting all the secret techniques of this path to her.
As for how much she could comprehend, it would depend entirely on her own comprehension ability.
As the golden light dissipated, the old man's figure dissolved along with it.
The place where ten thousand immortals debated the Dao, the place where ten thousand immortals buried their bones.
With only a single wisp of his remnant soul surviving to this day, he had finally put an end to the worry of having no successor.
“Thank you for bestowing your Dao upon me, Senior!”
Wenren Jing opened her beautiful eyes and kowtowed toward the spot where the old man had vanished. She then continued to comprehend the Dao here, sensing the wonders of this space.
Her cultivation level rose accordingly.
Or perhaps, this was simply the realm that she—and they—had originally possessed.
With this, the burial ground of ten thousand immortals lost yet another fellow Daoist.
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