novelraw Chapter 207 : Origin Spirit Realm, Break!
Chapter 207 : Origin Spirit Realm, Break!
Chapter 207: Origin Spirit Realm, Break!
Four Symbols Spirit Root?
Chu Huaixu stared at the notification from the system, a trace of astonishment flashing through his eyes.
With his current understanding of the cultivation systems of the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven and the Xuanhuang Realm, this thing was essentially a key object for cultivators.
The Xuanhuang Realm had only Spirit Embryos, thus one cultivated. The Kunlun Grotto-Heaven had only Spirit Roots, thus one cultivated in the immortal path.
"That the Accursed Pill would devour even a Spirit Root doesn't surprise me."
"But that this thing was actually stored inside?" This was what truly caught Chu Huaixu off guard.
Moreover, according to the feedback from 【Information Probe】, this was a complete Four Symbols Spirit Root, not some leftover residue after being devoured.
This left him somewhat puzzled.
With his current understanding of Baleful Aura, the stuff could devour all things, and he had to rely on the power of 【Dao Birth One】 to either inhale or expel it.
If he used his spiritual energy to fetch objects from a distance, it would be like sinking a stone into the sea—gone with no return.
And if he reached out to grab it, that would be nothing short of suicide.
So why was this Spirit Root left unscathed?
But now was clearly not the time to dwell on it.
Every second in the Origin Spirit Realm was precious. After completing some necessary tasks, Chu Huaixu immediately calmed his mind and sat cross-legged to cultivate, uncharacteristically activating the 《Dao Canon》.
The entire process felt strangely unfamiliar.
The extremely dense spiritual energy around him surged madly into his body.
Chu Huaixu couldn’t afford any distractions, needing total focus for the cultivation.
The spiritual energy was so massive that even a slight misstep could injure him or leave hidden dangers.
He had set an "alarm" in the system. When the time came, he would leave the Origin Spirit Realm immediately.
Making the most of everything, he raced against time.
Outside the Origin Spirit Realm, everyone was getting a little anxious.
"It’s been so long, I wonder what’s going on inside." Chu Yinyin couldn’t keep it in; it was the fourth time she’d voiced similar concerns.
"Don't be so restless!" Jiang Zhi also repeated his response for the fourth time.
Yet, deep down, he was more irritable than Chu Yinyin.
He told her to shut up simply because it heightened his own anxiety.
Within the dense forest, the Little Martial Uncle in white Daoist robes paced back and forth.
He would walk a bit, then look up at the bright moon in the sky, then resume pacing.
Indeed, the strength Chu Huaixu had displayed was astonishing beyond reason.
Plus, the unique sword spirit in his body could even slay Nascent Souls.
But according to the maxim left by the Dao Ancestor, this round of the Origin Spirit Realm would be exceptionally perilous. No one knew the exact level of danger, relying only on speculation and imagination.
That naturally made one uneasy.
This was the most difficult one in nearly a thousand years!
Only the naturally lively Chu Yinyin was still thinking to herself: "Does this mean if my future disciple returns safely, he’ll be the strongest First Realm in nearly a thousand years?"
But then again, she doubted anyone in this millennium could surpass Chu Huaixu!
Even Mei Chuxue couldn’t help but speak, "Less than half a stick of incense remains."
This enchantingly beautiful mature woman also found herself worrying for the young man’s safety.
During the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, she had developed a strong interest in him.
Now, she couldn’t help but feel that this world was just too cruel. The fate of the Xuanhuang Realm was entrusted to a mere novice cultivator this very night.
"If it were me bearing such enormous pressure," Mei Chuxue thought, "my Dao heart might have already collapsed."
In contrast, the Heir of Prince Rui chose this moment to put on a show.
He gently patted Lin Zixuan’s shoulder and said, "Zixuan, go inform the seniors of the situation."
Startled by the sudden pat, the petite girl almost dropped her spirit fruit.
Her first reaction was to swallow the pulp in her mouth, then finish eating the fruit.
Only then did she turn her head to glance at her elder brother and nod slightly.
"Seniors, Chu Huaixu is at least not in mortal danger. I can feel it," she said firmly, despite being the weakest cultivator present.
"Because of the soul seed he planted in you?" Jiang Zhi turned and asked immediately.
The Heir of Prince Rui: "..."
"Senior, your choice of words is rather outrageous."
However, Lin Zixuan quickly nodded and said, "Yes, he left a soul seed in me."
"If he died, the seed would vanish instantly."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhi, always calm under pressure, locked eyes with the girl and asked, "Even across the Origin Spirit Realm, can you be completely certain of that?"
With his formidable cultivation and his Dao attained through killing, a mere furrow of his brow brought overwhelming pressure.
"Ah... this..." The girl truly couldn’t guarantee it.
She glanced back with a hint of grievance at her elder brother. She had only wanted to eat fruit, not get involved in this.
—Why is Senior Jiang so awful too?
Watching from the side, Chu Yinyin muttered internally, "No wonder Master dislikes him and says he’s doomed to have no luck with women."
Fortunately, Situ Cheng offered an explanation for Jiang Zhi: "You all may not know, but the Origin Spirit Realm is mysterious and unreliable for judgments like this."
"Previously, a Sword Sect disciple entered it. Although their Life Token never shattered, and we thought they were fine, when the portal opened after half an hour, the token instantly broke."
"Such cases have happened."
After speaking, he glanced at Jiang Zhi.
This old fellow rarely explained himself to others.
As if to say: “Why should Jiang Zhi need to explain his actions?”
With such pride, no wonder his popularity was lacking.
Hearing the words of one of the 【Four Great Divine Swords】, the crowd finally nodded in understanding.
A cloud of gloom lingered in everyone's hearts.
This involved the Heaven-and-Earth Calamity—their lives and futures all hung on Chu Huaixu.
Within the Dao Gate, Grand Hall of Ask-Dao Peak.
Xiang Yan and others constantly glanced at the Life Token on the table.
Though unbroken, it couldn’t confirm Chu Huaixu's safety, yet none could resist looking.
After all, the token wasn’t always inaccurate.
"Sect Master, nearly half an hour has passed," Nangong Yue couldn't help but say.
"It’s fine. We must have faith in Chu Huaixu," Xiang Yan stabilized their emotions.
He continued, "Do all we can, then leave it to fate."
"In this past millennium, there has never been a First Realm cultivator as outstanding as Chu Huaixu."
"If even he cannot succeed, then perhaps the Xuanhuang Realm is doomed to calamity."
Hearing this, Li Chunsong also spoke up.
"I know you’re all uneasy because Chu Huaixu is the anomaly beyond the Dao Ancestor’s prophecy."
"But I think that the Dao Ancestor, who could peer through heaven and earth, couldn’t even predict this boy—that in itself says something."
"He is a variable, yes, but also beyond destiny!" Li Chunsong declared.
He was the one who brought him up the mountain, and he believed in him!
He had even decided: if Chu Huaixu truly performed this salvation miracle, one day, after his own passing, his tombstone must include the story of bringing Chu Huaixu to the mountain!
"I was right!"
"Perhaps, this was the wisest thing I ever did in life!"
Inside the grand hall, Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing exchanged glances.
Their concern and worry for Chu Huaixu were the strongest and purest.
Not for any Heaven-and-Earth Calamity or greater cause—they simply cared about him.
Truly cared.
"You must come back safe." The same thought ran through both their minds.
This anxious feeling was deeply unsettling.
These two World Protagonists now urgently wished to grow stronger!
They had to cultivate harder!
Only then could the burden of the future not fall solely on Chu Huaixu.
Beyond the Xuanhuang Realm, Kunlun Grotto-Heaven.
Above a vast black sea, two people sat across from each other playing chess.
They hovered above the water, with most pieces already on the board.
The one holding white stones was a white-haired youth.
The one with black stones was a black-haired old man.
Strangely, the sea beneath them was completely still—no waves, not even a ripple.
Even the fish below were frozen in place, as if time had stopped.
But beyond ten miles, the sea raged violently!
As if the laws of nature were defied in their presence.
There was not even a single breeze.
If a bird flew overhead from beyond this ten-mile radius, it would simply appear on the opposite end, flying straight through.
It wouldn't be stopped, but it couldn’t enter either.
It was as if this realm couldn't interfere with their match.
Only the clouds overhead moved with ease.
When the white-haired youth pondered, he would gaze idly at the sky.
A wooden board rested on a floating table, with a single lamp beside it.
That was Ye Kongxuan's Soul Lamp.
It constantly emitted a dim golden glow, indicating his Nascent Soul still lingered.
"Time's about up," said the youth, voice old.
"Mm." The elder replied, voice crisp and clear.
They both glanced at the Soul Lamp, then resumed their game without a word or a trace of emotion.
Until half an hour passed, a vortex appeared in the sky—yet no one emerged.
The Soul Lamp still flickered faintly.
The two players exchanged another look, still expressionless.
As if such a monumental event couldn’t rouse a ripple in them.
"He failed. Let’s go," said the youth.
"Alright," replied the old man.
They vanished, along with the chessboard and cushions.
Only Ye Kongxuan’s Soul Lamp remained, not taken with them.
After the table vanished, it continued floating above the sea, still glowing faintly.
Moments later, the laws of nature within that ten-mile radius snapped back to normal.
The sea churned again, the fish swam once more.
Only that Soul Lamp fell from the sky into the endless dark water, consumed by the sea.
At the entrance of the Origin Spirit Realm in the Xuanhuang Realm, Chu Yinyin and Mei Chuxue spoke in unison:
"Time's up!"
A vortex formed.
From it, a figure in a black robe slowly stepped out.
He was drenched in blood, covered in wounds, with two gaping holes still bleeding—a horrifying sight!
In his right hand, the youth dragged a withered corpse; in his left palm, a 【Fragment of Xuanhuang Origin】 floated.
Chu Huaixu extended his left hand forward. On the floating mirrored shard, everyone's expressions were reflected.
Joy, shock, stirred emotions...
Covered in blood, he tossed the corpse before the gathered cultivation powerhouses and said calmly:
"Mission accomplished."