Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Senior Brother, what is it?"

Zhang Jing asked in a deep voice.

He suddenly heard about a Secret Realm that was suitable for his cultivation and could provide a large amount of luck movement.

The look of surprise on his face had not fully appeared when it was replaced with seriousness.

No reason.

The struggle in Senior Brother Xuan Yan's eyes across from him seemed to be telling Zhang Jing that things were not that simple.

There was a moment of silence.

Under Zhang Jing's expectant gaze.

Xuan Yan slowly began to speak:

"Junior Brother, the place I just mentioned is the famous Jiaoyun Realm. It's not located in our Qingxiao Xuanming Realm but in the Dongzhen Huamiao Realm."

"The Jiaoyun Realm?"

Zhang Jing expressed his doubts.

"Yes, the Jiaoyun Realm!"

Xuan Yan nodded and explained:

"This Secret Realm is very unusual. It opens once every hundred years and is divided into two levels. One level only allows Golden Pill Realm Cultivators to enter, while the other level only allows those in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Furthermore, Golden Pill Realm Cultivators have to contribute one million luck movements to enter the realm, while those in the Foundation Establishment Realm only need to contribute one hundred thousand."

"Just to enter the realm consumes so much luck movement?"

Zhang Jing expressed surprise.

Xuan Yan nodded and then explained:

"On the day the Secret Realm opens, all cultivators are thrown into the fighting arena by the Spirit of the Realm. They compete in rounds to determine the final rankings for the Golden Pill and Foundation Establishment levels. The prize for each ranking is the total amount of luck movement contributed by everyone."

"The higher one ranks, the more exaggerated the amount of luck movement they obtain."

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

He fell silent for a moment.

"May I ask, Senior Brother, how many cultivators usually participate when the Jiaoyun Realm opens?"

He asked curiously.

"Well, from what I know, the smallest number was from 3500 years ago. At that time, there were only a bit over 29 million cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm entering the Jiaoyun Realm, and there were only about 1.8 million in the Golden Pill Realm."

Whoo——

Upon hearing this astronomical number.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but shudder.

No need to worry about the Golden Pill Realm.

What concept is 29 million plus cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm? The total reward for luck movement reaches a terrifying 29 trillion plus!

It's not hard to imagine.

How horrifying is the luck movement that the first person in the Foundation Establishment Realm can obtain!

Zhang Jing is not clear about the rules of the Realm.

But even if it's less, there should be at least a billion luck movements, right?

From one hundred thousand to one billion, possibly even tens of billions!

The return is ten thousand times, not relying on illusory luck, but strength!

...

Snapping back to reality.

Zhang Jing suddenly raised his head, his breathing unconsciously grew heavier.

He looked at Senior Brother Xuan Yan and asked:

"Senior Brother, the first place must be able to get a lot of luck movement, right?"

"First place gets one-thousandth of all the rewards." Xuan Yan patiently explained, then after a moment of thought, he stated bluntly, "Junior Brother, the next opening of the Jiaoyun Realm is in thirty-five years, I actually don't recommend that you enter it this time."

"Please clarify, Senior Brother."

Zhang Jing's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

"Every time the Jiaoyun Realm opens, it attracts many talent monsters from the seven top-rated legacies and other various large and small forces. Each of these people has cultivated for over a hundred years and has achieved perfection in their cultivation. They cannot improve any further."

"There are even many talents from the All-Heavens Myriads Spirits Camp participating."

"Compared to those monsters, Junior Brother, you've cultivated for too short of a time. Even if you go, it will be very difficult to achieve a good ranking. The key is that everyone only has one chance to enter the Realm during the Foundation Establishment stage. It's a real pity to waste it just like that!"

"It's a huge amount of luck movement, one numbering in hundreds of billions."

A note of regret couldn't help but seep through Xuan Yan's voice.

"In fact, up to now, the Jiaoyun Realm has become the battleground for the younger generation of the Human Race's top legacies, and it is also the stage for the younger generation of other Heavenly Realm forces to showcase themselves."

Having heard this.

Zhang Jing fell deep into thought.

He, of course, understood the meaning behind Senior Brother Xuan's words.

In essence, he felt that his period of cultivation was too short, and he practically had no chance to compete with those monsters who had cultivated for hundreds of years, reaching perfection in both their cultivation levels and comprehension of Tao Intent.

It was at this moment.

"Ah, right, Junior Brother, you should be cultivating the Primitive Genesis, which path did you choose?"

Xuan Yan's voice interrupted Zhang Jing's contemplation.

"Senior Brother, I chose the Derivative World," he answered truthfully.

The moment his words fell.

Xuan Yan couldn't help but look shocked.

How could he be unaware of the name, Derivative World?

That was known to be a galling pitfall.

But in the next instant, realizing something, his expression softened slightly.

"After all, Junior Brother Zhang Jing is a disciple personally recruited by the True Monarch, there should be a backup plan in case cultivation fails," he reasoned.

Upon thinking this.

A complex emotion crossed his eyes, and he said slowly,

"Junior Brother, the path of the Derivative World reportedly requires the mastery of a full thirty-six complete Tao Intents at the Foundation Establishment Realm. You better continue your cultivation diligently, perhaps when you master more than thirty Tao Intents, you will have the strength to compete with those monsters over the luck movement in the Jiaoyun Realm."

"Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother."

Zhang Jing responded with a smile.

But at this moment.

There was a stirring in his heart.

"With thirty-five years left, it should be enough to fully comprehend the thirty-six Tao Intents. By then, my strength should be on par with those monsters."

"This time in the Jiaoyun Realm, I might have to put up a fight."

A hint of excitement flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes.

Billions of luck movement!

Enough to exchange for twenty-four Divine Skills from all heavens, not to mention the remaining luck movement could be used to purchase a large amount of River of Time's Gold Crystal, upgrading them to Immortal Seed stage all at once.

Moreover.

Zhang Jing was eager to see just how powerful the Foundation Establishment Realm monsters cultivated by the other six top inheritance forces were.

After obtaining the information he needed.

Zhang Jing hastily rose to bid Senior Brother Xuan goodbye.

Now that he had decided to participate in the Jiaoyun Realm event in thirty-five years, his time became exceedingly precious.

The four Tao Intent inheritances he had previously purchased.

He now needed to comprehend them to perfection as quickly as possible.

...

After a short while.

Watching Zhang Jing's retreating figure.

"I hope Junior Brother takes my advice to heart, cultivate diligently, and wait a good two hundred years before going into the Jiaoyun Realm. By then, there's a good chance of making the top ten… wait!"

Xuan Yan suddenly remembered that his Junior Brother was cultivating the Derivative World.

What he would be like two hundred years later was hard to say.

It wasn't impossible that he could still be where he started.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, there are so many powerful paths, but you insist on diving into the pit of the Derivative World. Why put yourself through that? Sigh~"

...

Once back on the Immortal Island.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but pause.

In his line of sight.

By the Spiritual Spring, Lu Thirty-Eight with rapt attention on the golden scroll of the Auction Field of All Worlds, a broad smile on his face.