Free Web NovelChapter 384: Chapter 247: Cultivation World 37
More than two months later, Si Lingle and Jin You arrived at the Rashamon Mountain Range and found the Bai Family’s treasure vault.
Jin You used a key to open the vault, and the two entered inside.
Inside the vault were numerous Demon Crystals, Spirit Stones, Demon Artifacts, and Demon Treasures.
Anything usable for a Human Cultivator, Jin You gave all to Si Lingle, as she couldn’t use them anyway.
After clearing out the vault, the two left the Demon Realm. freёweɓnovel.com
Less than half a month after they left, the Demon Clan arrived at the Rashamon Mountain Range, but found only an empty vault.
After returning, the Demon Clan issued a kill order, seeking to hunt down Jin You and Si Lingle.
But Si Lingle and Jin You had already gone to the Desert Sea for training.
They trained in the Desert Sea for over fifty years before parting ways.
Si Lingle returned to Chaos Star Palace and went into seclusion, emerging decades later with her cultivation breaking through to the Great Perfection of Soul Emergence.
After the breakthrough, Si Lingle began crafting a Space-Time Shuttle Array.
She failed on her first attempt, but, fortunately, there were enough materials, so she continued crafting.
She succeeded on her second attempt.
After succeeding, Si Lingle used the Communication Jade to contact Zi Zhen and the other six.
Only Xiang Chen from the Divine Blade Sect, Zi Hui from the Qingxuan Sect, Zi Zhen, Dao Hui, and Xi Rui from the Heavenly Sword Sect responded.
Lu Yang from the Qingxuan Sect died thirteen years ago during training. He blocked a Mahayana Wild Beast, allowing Zi Hui to escape alive, though she was severely injured.
For the past decade, she has been in seclusion to heal.
As for Su Jin from the Independent Practitioner Alliance, her cultivation dropped continuously after being harvested by a Demon Cultivator, and she eventually died of illness.
Zi Zhen, Dao Hui, and Xi Rui from the Heavenly Sword Sect were stronger and carefully chose less dangerous places to train, steadily improving their cultivation over the years.
Upon receiving the message, they headed to Si Lingle’s location—the Chaos Star Palace.
They hadn’t expected Si Lingle to have joined the largest sect in this world, nor how she had managed to join.
While they traveled, Si Lingle met with Li Chuan and Zhao San, guiding their cultivation and leaving some items for them.
It was her way of thanking them for helping her enter the Chaos Star Palace, where she learned a lot.
She also left some items for Zhao San to pass to Jin You, as Jin You was in seclusion, and thus Si Lingle couldn’t see her before leaving.
It took them over a month to arrive one after another. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"Friend Nan, I didn’t expect you to join the Chaos Star Palace," Xiang Chen asked, "How did you join?"
Si Lingle briefly explained the process of joining.
"I didn’t expect it could be done using Spirit Stones," Xiang Chen thought to himself: Had I known it was so easy to join the top sect.
He would’ve joined, cultivated in seclusion at the Chaos Star Palace, and improved his cultivation rather than being injured during training and having to heal for decades.
After chatting, they gave Si Lingle some items, effectively paying for their return journey.
They stood atop the Array, and Si Lingle activated it.
As Si Lingle stepped into the Teleportation Array, the Array Patterns fiercely trembled, and the originally stable rune flows started emitting a bloody glow, as if some ancient restriction had been accidentally triggered.
Si Lingle instinctively summoned her Divine Sense for protection, but felt her surroundings torn apart, her vision distorting into chaotic patches — this was not the usual dizziness from spatial teleportation.
Instead, it was a tearing pain from external interference with Temporal Law. When her vision cleared, she found herself in a bizarre location.
Beneath her feet was a rusted copper-red ground engraved with decaying Reincarnation Copper patterns, but above was a star-filled night sky; to the left, mountains circled purple thunderclouds, to the right, the wasteland stirred up crimson sandstorms, like a patchwork of broken canvases.
Upon landing, Si Lingle discovered her Spiritual Power flow was sluggish, as if an unseen force sealed away seventy percent of her cultivation.
More bizarrely, a strange memory forcibly poured into her Divine Sense — she became a farmer’s daughter, her mother bedridden with illness, her younger sister curled up and sobbing in a drafty thatched hut’s corner.
Had it not been for the glow of a Reincarnation Realm Magic Artifact within her sea of consciousness, she would have nearly fallen into the illusion of this fictional life.
Si Lingle tentatively took a step, and the copper-red ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed into a quagmire, while the surrounding scenery shattered and reformed like a mirror: one moment it was the shadow of an Immortal Palace floating amidst Ancient Battlefield debris, the next it turned into an icebound polar region, with cold winds carrying Spiritual Power vortices slicing the skin.
A withered leaf landed on her shoulder, transforming into a sharp blade upon touching the fabric, and had her Protective Gang Qi not instinctively deflected it, it would have pierced through a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s body.
