Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 233: A Hundred Years Passed the Fourth Realm of Sword Immortal

Han Xuanji could clearly feel that his connection with the transformed azure lotus was much closer; its nourishing effect on his Divine Soul and its auxiliary effect on his comprehension of Dao had increased by several times.

He even…

with a slight thought, tried to mobilize the power of the azure lotus, and a faint, almost imperceptible grey-blue Qi floated out from the lotus leaves, actually causing the Laws of space around him to subtly stagnate.

“It even has a protective and offensive effect?”

Han Xuanji looked at the gradually growing azure lotus in his Sea of Consciousness, secretly marveling.

The Chaos Qi was still washing the ninth grade azure lotus; if it continued, he felt it could upgrade to a twelfth grade azure lotus.

“Will it then grow into a Chaos azure lotus in the future?”

Han Xuanji pondered, feeling that sitting atop a thirty-six grade Chaos azure lotus in the future would be very imposing.

Thinking of this, he felt it necessary to Cultivate the azure lotus.

He then re-entered a state of Cultivation.

While Cultivating, he also did not forget to comprehend various Great Dao, especially the Sword Dao.

On this Questioning Dao Cliff, there were many insights left by Sword Dao Great Experts; if he could fully comprehend them, he should be able to step into the fourth Realm of Supreme Heaven Sword Dao, which is the fourth Realm of Sword Immortal, and those who reach this step are often Golden Immortal Rank Sword Immortals.

Just like that, years flowed by.

The Immortal Dao Alliance forces and Demon Race forces continuously clashed, but there were still no major battles, at most only Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal Rank existences participated.

The Demon Race constantly launched attacks on the Immortal Dao Alliance’s affiliated worlds, and the Immortal Dao Alliance also called upon various major forces to collectively expel the Demon Race, but the attitudes of many races among the Ten Thousand Races of the Upper Realm were ambiguous.

This included powerful ancient races like the Golden Crow God Race and the Wind Race, which had incredibly deep foundations, occupying an ancient Realm to recuperate and observe the situation.

The outside world was in turmoil, but Han Xuanji was unaware and unconcerned.

This day.

Han Xuanji sat still, the Dao rhyme around him becoming increasingly deep and introverted, almost merging with the entire Questioning Dao Cliff.

Before him, on the smooth, mirror-like, cloud-piercing cliff face, countless Dao veins were constantly appearing and disappearing.

Among them, several extremely ancient and sharp Sword Marks, as if capable of severing Karma and splitting Chaos, were particularly eye-catching.

Those were left by Supreme Sword Immortals who once comprehended Dao here; after countless ages, their Sword Intent and Sword rhyme had not completely dissipated.

After a hundred years of comprehension, his understanding of these Sword Marks was already very deep.

At this moment, countless insights about the Sword Dao converged, clashed, and then Fused in his heart.

The scriptures of the “Supreme Heaven Sword Canon” resonated on their own, creating a mysterious resonance with the Sword Marks on the cliff face.

Han Xuanji’s mind was completely immersed in it, deducing that legendary Sword Dao Realm.

“The fourth Realm of Sword Dao…”

“Where the heart goes, the sword points, all Laws are cut down…”

Various insights burst forth like sparks.

Around him, an invisible and formless Sword Intent began to condense on its own, as if merging into the surrounding Heaven And Earth Laws.

Han Xuanji did not move, nor did he activate his Immortal power, but with him as the center, the space within a hundred feet began to subtly twist, and the light grew dim, as if forming an absolute Domain shrouded by invisible Sword Intent.

Within this Domain, all Laws seemed to bear the Sword Dao imprint of Han Xuanji, capable of subtle changes according to his thoughts; unless one’s Cultivation was far superior to his, it would be difficult to harm him.

“This is the fourth Realm of Supreme Heaven Sword Dao, the Realm of ‘one sword breaks all Laws’, and also the fourth Realm of Sword Immortal, the Realm of Gui Xu. Unlike the purely defensive Divine Ability of ‘Wanxiang Wuwo’, this also possesses extremely strong offensive capabilities.”

Han Xuanji thought to himself.

At the same time, his Realm, which had already reached the Peak of Mystic Immortal seventh layer, was stimulated and nourished by the Breakthrough in his Sword Dao Realm, like a flood breaking through the last dam, surging forth with a roar.

His Cultivation naturally stepped into the Mystic Immortal eighth layer.

Under the System’s concealment, his Breakthrough did not cause any earth-shattering phenomena.

During these hundred years, his gains from signing in were also considerable; the rewards from this Questioning Dao Cliff were strange and varied, covering all sorts of categories.

There were insights like Sword Dao Experience, Pill Dao, Array Dao, and Artifact Dao Experience, as well as rewards like Epiphany opportunities, and also some fragments of Dao insights that could help him improve his comprehension progress of various Great Dao Laws.

In addition, there were many physical rewards, such as ten-thousand-year Enlightenment Tea, which could temporarily enhance Comprehension Ability and align the heart with the Heavenly Dao when consumed; and Primordial Spirit Golden Liquid, which could nourish the Immortal Soul and strengthen Divine Sense when drunk.

These were all Heaven And Earth Treasures difficult to find in the outside world, of extremely high value.

There were also some treasures that aided Dao comprehension, like Enlightenment Cushions; he had signed in for no less than ten of these.

These rewards were not Heaven-Defying, but they were not bad either.

And during these hundred years, Han Xuanji, whose talent was already exaggerated, coupled with the System’s auxiliary rewards, made progress that could be described as terrifying.

His Cultivation had quietly climbed to the Mystic Immortal eighth layer, not far from Golden Immortal.

The Mystic Immortal chapter of the Wanxiang Saint Classic had been Cultivated to Perfection by him, and his Divine Soul strength, nourished by the azure lotus and various treasures, far surpassed that of Cultivators in the same Realm.

It is worth mentioning that a few years ago, the ninth grade azure lotus had already grown into a twelfth grade azure lotus, and it carried many mysterious Chaos Qi, giving a strong feeling that it could still improve.

“It’s time to go out.”

It was Han Xuanji’s first time staying in one place for so long.

He hadn’t moved for a full hundred years.

In fact, the deadline given by the Sect had arrived, and he had no choice but to leave.

Moreover, for the Seven Peaks Tournament, the Sect had given a task; even if he didn’t participate, he had to go out and make an appearance.

Otherwise, he really wanted to Cultivate to Golden Immortal before going out; this place was even faster for Cultivation than his Immortal Cave, the only drawback being that there were more people around, not quiet enough.

And he often moved his position to avoid being noticed.

Just as Han Xuanji stood up, many people also left one after another.

Near the exit of Questioning Dao Cliff, many Disciples who had finished their Dao comprehension had already gathered, and voices gradually rose, breaking the long silence of the place.

The topics of conversation were almost certainly centered around the upcoming grand event, the Seven Peaks Tournament.

“Have you heard? This Seven Peaks Tournament, the Dao Sons of many Immortal Domains and the direct Bloodline descendants of ancient races will come to observe, and even participate in sparring!”

“With the Great Tribulation at hand, this tournament is probably not just about competing for rankings, but also concerns the Sect’s prestige and future Luck distribution.”

“I wonder if our Heavenly Palace can suppress the fame of the outside Prodigies this time?”

“Hard to say, those Holy Land successors and ancient race God Children are all Prodigies; I heard that quite a few of them are already in the Mystic Immortal Realm at a young age…”

Amidst the discussions, there was excitement, but also a hint of worry.

Han Xuanji walked calmly through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to these discussions, heading straight towards Purple Firmament Peak.

Shortly after returning to his Immortal Cave, a familiar Aura appeared outside the residence.

“Senior Brother Han, you’re finally out of seclusion!”

The voice arrived before the person.

Han Xuanji opened the Immortal Cave Restriction, and Su Ming quickly walked in.

After a hundred years, his demeanor was even more outstanding than before; the slight impulsiveness in his brows had diminished, replaced by a few points of composure and the resilience of one who had weathered many storms.

His Aura surged, having clearly reached the Peak of Heavenly Immortal, only one step away from True Immortal, his progress could be described as miraculous.