Exploring Immortality Cultivation

Wang Qi and Wei Yijing's speed could be described as "a trail of sparks with lightning."

It was indeed a trail of sparks with lightning. As a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, Wei Yijing, at the Foundation Establishment Stage, could freely manipulate airflows. A stable layer of wind force field formed around Wang Qi and her. This wind force field maintained a dynamic equilibrium, transporting air from in front of them to the rear along the most optimal path, minimizing resistance and ensuring sufficient thrust. On the edge of the wind field, the atmospheric control by Wei Yijing rubbed against the static air, causing it to glow slightly red.

Wang Qi admired the wind force field with appreciation. When he was in the early stages of Qi Cultivation, he had tried to incorporate fluid mechanics formulas into his sword aura to enhance his attacks. However, he was not an expert in this field, and the methods he used gradually could not keep up with his own pace of progress, so he had long since discarded them. But this did not mean that this Law Gate was useless.

Within a fluid environment, there were few Escape Techniques that could outperform the methods of the Liuyun Sect in terms of cost-effectiveness. Wang Qi estimated that even within the sparse cosmic gases, the methods of the Liuyun Sect would still be highly effective.

After roughly half an hour, Wei Yijing had already brought Wang Qi to Langde.

Langde Immortal City was the core of the Western Border Defense Line, half-built at sea, forming a large military port and water fortress. Unlike the highly liberal Xinyue or the scientific research-centric Leiyang, Langde City was a highly militarized Immortal City. The residence of the Guardian Envoy was located near the sea.

Upon seeing Langde, Wei Yijing finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down her Escape Skill, and circled around the sea port of Langde City once or twice. After spotting a familiar face at the port, she approached. Wang Qi followed closely behind her.

As soon as they landed, a kid named Wei Yilong rushed over, crying out, "Sister Jing..."

With his bruised face, he had obviously been taught a lesson by others. It was unclear at this point whether he cried because he was worried about his sister or because he was scared of being beaten.

Watching Wei Yijing frantically comfort her brother, Wang Qi discreetly stepped back a few paces, planning to sneak away quietly. He might have to set out to sea in a couple of days, and it would be difficult to handle if people started asking all sorts of questions.

But things did not go as he wished. A kid suddenly tugged at the hem of Wang Qi's clothes, "Are you big brother Wang Qi, meow?"

Wang Qi looked at the yellow-haired cat-eared boy in surprise, "Do we know each other?"

Goodness, how could he run into an acquaintance even here...

The boy jumped up happily, "That's me, meow! It's me, meow! We had a snowball fight together!"

An old memory finally surfaced in Wang Qi's mind, "Are you... Mao Zhiya?"

"It's me, it's me, meow!"

This kid, he was the little brother of Mao Zimiao, and five years ago he couldn't even speak properly!

"Wang Qi?" Wei Yijing, overhearing the conversation between Wang Qi and Mao Zhiya, exclaimed in surprise, "You're Wang Qi? The top scorer of the unified examination, that Wang Qi?"

Wei Yijing's figure was rather large, and quite a few people around heard her. Under the gazes of everyone, Wang Qi felt somewhat uncomfortable. He inquired silently to Feng Luoyi in his mind, "Teacher Feng, do I seem to be too famous?"

"Dao Artifact Award, Dao Seed Award, a double champion. It would be hard not to be famous."

"I'm here on a secret mission, right?"

"This situation was also within expectations. Although it will restrict your actions to some extent, it will not affect your mission," Feng Luoyi pondered, "We have been guarding the sea for half a year, and it seems that continuing to do so will not yield much result. You might as well stay here for a few days to have a look. I will monitor this area of the sea, and if the Black-Bearded Jiao King really brings the Dragon Clan Lord, I will inform you again."

Wei Yijing had already rushed to Wang Qi, excitedly grabbing his hand, "You are Wang Qi, right? No wonder I found you so familiar! It really is you!"

Wang Qi backpedaled in fright, "Um... We shouldn't know each other, right?"

"I'm also from the 605th graduation class of the Langde Immortal Institute," Wei Yijing said, "You actually defeated Ai Changyuan head-on back then! At that time, my impression was 'Wow! This person must be one of the greatest geniuses, right?'..."

Wei Yijing, with her forthright nature, said a lot in one breath before noticing that Wang Qi was not very interested and that his attention seemed to be elsewhere. She changed the subject, "Brother Wang, what are you doing here?"

Wang Qi was still discussing strategies with Feng Luoyi in secret. He responded vaguely to Wei Yijing, "Hmm... I'm a Banished Immortal now, so I can only stay in Langde, right?"

Wang Qi's words immediately turned the joyful atmosphere prompted by Wei Yijing's safe return somber.

Mao Zhiya tugged on Wang Qi's sleeve, "My sister mentioned that, because of that reason, lots of people dislike you, big brother."

The child's innocent words, coupled with Wang Qi's absent-minded expression, suddenly made Wei Yijing's nose turn sour.

She still remembered how Wang Qi used to be. Ai Changyuan's halo of genius made all the disciples of that year's Langde Immortal Institute feel that "this man is invincible." But, Wang Qi not only defeated that guy casually, but in the following pinnacle duel, without fighting, he made the elite of "that Bo Family" concede voluntarily!

Yet just five years later, he had become such a... such a...

She thought it was utterly absurd.

Feng Luoyi ended the conversation and concealed her form. Only then did Wang Qi shift his attention to what was in front of him. He saw Wei Yijing with a complex expression and sighed inwardly, "The identity of a 'Banished Immortal' indeed does not meet with favor." He crouched down, patting Mao Zhiya's head, "Little rascal, how has your sister been lately?"

"Sister! She's already at Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment! She's coming back in a few days!" Speaking of his sister, Mao Zhiya jumped around happily.

"I see," nodded Wang Qi and then respectfully saluted Wei Yijing, "Daoist Fellow, this is where we part ways."

Wei Yijing held onto Wang Qi and said, "Brother Wang, our generation has already left the sects, with most undertaking Red Dust Heart Refining tasks. The situation in the Western Border is tense, and many have come here. Among them might be your old friends, won't you go and see them?"

Wei Yijing's words made Wang Qi realize something.

So, it has already been five years...

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Dragon Clan Holy Land, Holy Dragon Abyss.

This is the deepest trench on this planet. It is seemingly a scar on the earth's crust. The distance between here and the mantle is just a thin layer of rock wall.

However, this is the deep sea, where the yin aspect of Water Spirit Qi suppresses Thermal Energy. Under this enormous water pressure, all heat is concentrated within an inch of the rock plate.

The Dragon Clan lays its eggs on this warm rock plate.

Even though their physical bodies can now withstand extreme cosmic temperatures, their instinct as ectotherms still remains, and warmth still brings them comfort.

A young dragon, in the shape of a gecko, lay quietly atop the eggs, sleeping. It enjoyed sleeping here. Below it, countless dragon eggs formed a "massage bed." It was very young, having just gained the ability of Transformation. Although its lineage was incomparably noble, the affairs of the Dragon Clan did not yet require the involvement of this "child."

For the dragons within the Holy Land, this conflict with the eastern "Human Demons" was merely another campaign. For the past hundred thousand years, the Dragon Clan had always carried out military expeditions against the unruly demons.

However, for this "child," childhood was about to end.

An almost imperceptible force descended.

This force arrived mysteriously, as if seeping out from "time and space" itself. This seemed improbable. The Holy Dragon Abyss had been cultivated by the Dragon Clan for tens of millions of years, with defenses that were watertight.

It followed some faint connection and descended upon the young dragon.

This was clearly the Human Dao System that the Immortal Alliance had just begun to touch upon!

A stretch of dragon chant reached the young dragon's ears. Its body shivered slightly, and it chanted longingly, "Holy Emperor!"

To the human race, this chant seemed meaningless. The vocal organs of the Dragon Clan are different from humans; their oral structure and consciousness are different. They are not suited for the kind of independent language similar to Chinese as used by the Shenzhou People. In Dragon Language, not a single syllable has an independent meaning; its meaning is conveyed through the tone of the sound.

In the young dragon's mind, an imposing dragon chant emerged: "Silence!"

The young dragon immediately stopped its long chant. The commanding voice said, "Child, listen carefully. Now, there is a task that you must undertake."

"What is it?"

"Leave the Holy Land!"

Another youthful cry emerged in her mind: "Go to the East! Above the waters! Seek the Human Demons! They currently hold sway over the Dragon Dao! Remember, you must ask them for passage! You must find and reclaim the Tianhe Dragon Army!"

"Tianhe…" The young dragon quivered, not understanding why it was necessary to invoke such a glorious name.

"Eternal True Color... the scent of remains from the silent sanctity." The aged voice said, "And those claiming to be immortal ancestors in the wastelands. I am unsure who they are, but only the Tianhe Dragon Army can confront them."

"I cultivated demons as a menace... The insects I once sheltered have now bitten us fiercely... Trust no dragon, trust no demon! Go find the Human Demons to the east!"

The young dragon was awakened. It swung its tail from side to side, checking its surroundings for anyone else. Then, resembling a gecko, it leapt from the ocean floor under two thousand times atmospheric pressure. It shook its head, swiftly growing longer. The Bloodline Root was re-expressed, and the genes of a True Dragon began to manifest. Surrounded by a magnificent pink radiance, it soared upwards, swimming towards the surface.

This was its first time leaving the Holy Land. Initially, it felt nervous. But soon, it discovered that there were two other dragons who emerged with it.

The dragons moved in a group, gradually approaching the surface. The young dragon hesitated whether to greet the eldest brother, for those two were also underage youngsters, but at that moment, a terrifying and domineering golden Spiritual Power exploded behind it.

Not far away, a Unification Stage Cultivator from the Emperor's Extreme Heaven Splitting Dao put down his longbow and laughed loudly, "Who would have thought that the Dragon Clan would also have internal strife over power and profit, and haughty King would even entrust us humans to eliminate a Holy Land Envoy. This is a big catch!"

Dragon carcasses, oh! These are all treasures! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)