The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Translator: Lynn

<Start of Arc 15: Heavenly Secret Realm>>

In the vast Qingyun Great World, there are four main domains, surrounded by endless oceans. Within each domain, there are numerous rivers, streams, and lakes. However, the Wudang Sea Area is unique. Positioned between the four domains, people know it as the barren sea.

This sea area is teeming with colossal monsters and dotted with several deserted islands, each isolated and often serving as lairs for various beasts. Due to the dangers posed by these islands and the fact that the four regions are not fully connected by land, cultivators often opt for long detours rather than risking sea travel.

This time, however, the emergence of the Heavenly Secret Realm’s hidden treasure on one of these remote deserted islands drew the attention of cultivators from all four regions, as well as countless monsters.

Xuan Ze and his group traveled swiftly and arrived outside the deserted island, immediately sensing an overwhelming pressure. The air was thick with the presence of countless powerful beings, with magical waves and fairy clouds filling the sky, accompanied by earth-shattering roars and surging waves.

In an instant, the area was crowded with cultivators from all directions, many from powerful sects. There were numerous chariots, spirit birds, and spirit beasts, all exuding vast auras that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

Despite their numbers, the members of Tiancheng Palace felt like insignificant ants. Even the Nascent Soul monsters seemed like mere drops in the ocean amidst such a formidable gathering.

Xuan Ze remained composed. He scanned the sky, then produced an ancient bronze chariot, adorned with circles and runes, exuding an aura of antiquity. The Dayan Empire’s palace had its hidden treasures.

He then summoned two giant pythons with wings from a beast card. Initially fierce, the pythons became docile after Xuan Ze used a talisman on them, obediently pulling the chariot.

Everyone quickly boarded the spacious chariot. Xu Ziqing, recalling similar vehicles in the Loose Cultivation League, noted that this chariot was far superior—not only in its own level but also in the power of the two winged pythons, each of which was above the sixth level.

The gathering crowd grew denser. The sky was filled with all kinds of cultivators, while countless sea beasts emerged from the sea. The air was thick with monster aura, turning the area into a haven for beasts.

On the backs of several giant spirit turtles, many wild mountain beasts gathered, dominating and fierce.

Demon cultivators, beast cultivators, and immortal cultivators each claimed a section of the sky. The stronger their cultivation and higher their status, the closer they could get to the deserted island. They could even see something forming within a void on the island, its momentum constantly rising, its shape and shadow becoming clearer.

Everyone waited in anticipation.

Five years had passed since the vision first appeared on the deserted island.

During this time, the island had been in a state of constant flux but had remained inaccessible.

Thanks to the divination skills of powerful factions, it was determined that today would be the day the secret treasure would finally reveal itself.

Xu Ziqing had witnessed many grand events before, but he had never seen so many forces and masters assembled in one place. When he extended his spiritual consciousness, he was astounded to find that even at its furthest reach, there were still countless cultivators, floating and moving about in the air.

It was truly a sight to behold; there were people as numerous as ants.

He couldn’t help but wonder how many would achieve their goals once the secret treasure was unveiled, and how many would perish in the attempt.

With a slight sigh, Xu Ziqing extended his consciousness to its limit, which was a hundred miles away.

There, he saw a massive sword stretching from north to south, emitting boundless sword energy in all directions.

This could only be the Wanjian Immortal Sect1Means Ten Thousand Sword Immortal Sect!

Without a doubt, Xu Ziqing concluded that only the legendary holy sect of swordsmanship could produce so many masters of the art.

Even without prying, he could see more than twenty male and female sword cultivators standing proudly, their swords behind them like a forest, thrusting indifferently towards the heavens, displaying their might.

Only the Wanjian Immortal Sect could produce so many sword cultivators who had comprehended sword intent simultaneously.

Xuan Ze, too, noticed the Wanjian Immortal Sect. They were a formidable opponent for their mission. Among those with perfected sword intent, the one with the higher cultivation level would undoubtedly have more influence.

The previously jubilant atmosphere among the diners grew more solemn.

The world was vast, and it was clear that talents abounded.

While Prince Tiancheng appeared concerned, Xu Ziqing’s thoughts drifted to his shixiong.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Xu Ziqing used a voice transmission to ask Yun Lie, “Shixiong, can you see any members of our sect?” He glanced around but saw no familiar faces.

Yun Lie pondered for a moment, then pointed with his fingers and replied, “Three thousand miles up.”

Xu Ziqing was startled. No wonder he couldn’t see it—his spiritual sense only covered a radius of a hundred miles, making it difficult to detect anything beyond that. Ordinary Golden Core stage cultivators had a spiritual consciousness that extended up to a thousand miles, but his shixiong could see even further…

Yun Lie, sensing his doubts, said, “A thousand miles is just the beginning. If you continuously cultivate your mind, you can also expand your spiritual consciousness.”

Xu Ziqing began to understand.

Meanwhile, countless cultivators were gathered, all waiting for the auspicious moment to make their move when the secret treasure was revealed. Even former enemies and opposing factions were temporarily put aside their differences for this opportunity.

Xuan Ze’s group had arrived early and was hovering in the sky. Many cultivators were below, but due to their limited cultivation and status, they couldn’t ascend to the higher positions.

Soon, two more carriages arrived from the left and right. The carriage on the left was pulled by four spirit birds with vermilion tail feathers, while the carriage on the right was drawn by a green dragon. A faint dragon aura formed a golden dragon phantom above the carriage, with its head and tail linked, exuding a dominating presence. Both carriages were resplendent and noble.

Undoubtedly, these were the chariots of royal family members. The four spirit birds were also of the sixth rank, and their scorching flames radiated intense heat. The green dragon on the right was even more formidable.

As soon as the two carriages arrived, Xuan Ze greeted them. He called out, “Brother Nineteen, Brother Thirty-one, you are here too!”

The man in the carriage on the left responded, “Brother Twelfth, this time we must work hard and not fall behind Brother Thirty-one.”

Xuan Ze laughed and said, “Indeed, we must encourage Brother Thirty-one to show mercy.”

At that moment, a voice came from the carriage on the right, “You two brothers need not worry. Let’s all strive forward together.”

Afterward, flames erupted from the bodies of the four spirit birds, propelling them forward swiftly.

Seeing the approaching figures, Xuan Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, neither issuing orders nor prompting his driver to advance.

“It truly depends on one’s abilities,” Xu Ziqing remarked, glancing at Yun Lie, who nodded in agreement.

“The carriage on the right, is that Prince Xuan Yuan?” Xu Ziqing asked.

“Yes, it is,” Yun Lie confirmed.

Xu Ziqing’s heart tightened at the thought of encountering Prince Xuan Yuan again in the secret treasure. He wondered if he possessed the skill, or if his senior brother was superior.

Unbeknownst to them, two hours passed.

Suddenly, vibrant clouds filled the sky, swirling into a vortex above the deserted island, their colors bright and magnificent.

In an instant, a golden light descended from the vortex, blanketing the entire island before disappearing into the void.

“Boom—”

A thunderous boom echoed through the heavens and earth, as if a door had burst open, unleashing an overwhelming gust of wind and energy.

In the sea area, countless massive currents intersected, creating turbulent waves. Monsters were overturned, and surging waves soared into the air, engulfing countless figures.

Amidst the rosy clouds, a colossal entity emerged slowly.

Shaped like a colossal awl, its material and construction were enigmatic, exuding an ancient and dread-inspiring aura. It seemed to defy time and space, existing since antiquity and enduring through the ages.

Today, perhaps the flow of time and space could no longer contain it, forcing it to emerge into the world!

The colorful clouds lingered as golden light continued to pour down incessantly.

The monstrous figure grew clearer, its contours more distinct, a breathtaking sight.

It stood upon the vast island, extending beyond its confines into the depths of the void.

Finally, its entire form came into view.

It was a tomb!

An incomprehensibly massive tomb, capable of engulfing the void itself!

Amidst gasps of awe, the tomb cracked open.

From its center, a vast maw appeared, lacking fangs but hinting at an abyssal passage, deep and remote.

This was the path leading to the depths of the secret repository!

Almost instantly, amidst the restless world and the still-boiling sea, everyone sprang into action.

They were united in the belief that only those who reached it first would reap the greatest rewards!

Translator’s Note:

Sorry for not uploading consistently these days! I have finals, but the past week I have been translating a lot of TTC chapters because the story starts to pick up again hehe. I’ll upload 3 bonus chapters as compensation! <3

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