I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

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Chapter 340: First Arrival in Great Yuan

Central Region of the Great Yuan, Ancient battlefield, within Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Deep within a lightless, eerie cavern, faint ripples of spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared, distorting the void.

Hum!

A twisted deep-blue light gate emerged atop an altar-like formation stone platform, radiating the fluctuating sigils of a water-element spatial formation.

The light gate trembled, and a disheveled blue-robed youth was forcibly squeezed out. Staggering, he barely steadied himself on the formation platform.

Sweeping his gaze across the cold, desolate cavern, he exhaled in relief—there was no one else around.

After scanning the area with his spiritual sense, Lan Changʼan sat down on the ground.

Crack!

The tattered robes on his body disintegrated into dust, reduced to nothing by the damage they had sustained.

His robust, muscular body was exposed, covered in multiple scars left by spatial compression.

Even his hair was mostly gone, leaving him with a Mediterranean-style bald patch.

Thankfully, none of the injuries were fatal.

”I made it to the Great Yuan safely—thatʼs a good start.”

Lan Changʼan rubbed his smooth, bare scalp, ignoring his ruined appearance.

Right now, his top priority was to recover his strength and adapt to the new environment.

During his traversal through the formation passage, Lan Changʼan had endured the crushing distortions of spatial turbulence.

The stronger the individual, the more intense the turbulence became.

It was akin to how larger creatures created greater disturbances when moving through water—a whale would cause far greater waves than a small fish.

Fortunately, Lan Changʼan’s physical body was formidable, and he had ample reserves of protective magical treasures, talismans, and defensive spells.

His Evergreen Technique’s regenerative abilities were also incredibly strong.

As a result, he suffered far fewer injuries than the three members of Tinghai Pavilion who had passed through the spatial node years ago.

While recovering his injuries and mana, Lan Changʼan dispatched puppet clones to explore and stand guard within the cavern.

However, he refrained from using the Earth Burrowing Rat.

Like him, the Earth Burrowing Rat was new to the Great Yuan and carried an ”alien aura” that made it stand out from the local environment.

Each major region in Heaven Honoured Continent had distinct environmental differences.

The Great Qing was an inland territory. The Great Yuan was a coastal province, located vastly far away.

”Different lands nurture different people.”

Even cultivators subtly adapted to their native environments, and their aura carried traces of their homeland.

In a place like the Great Yuan, where seasoned cultivators had keen perception, an outsider like him could be easily identified if he didn’t first neutralize his foreign aura.

Once his mana and injuries had fully recovered, Lan Changʼan retrieved several divination artifacts and performed another divination.

Since he had entered a completely different region, the heavenly fate and karmic flow had changed dramatically.

The first calculation took several times longer than usual.

At last, the result appeared:

The original “moderate misfortune” had shifted to “uncertain fortune”—neither entirely good nor entirely bad.

While it wasn’t the best-case scenario of turning misfortune into fortune, Lan Changʼan was content.

This divination signified that he had successfully shaken off the threat from the Great Qing.

The location he had arrived at was within the Central Region of the Great Yuan, specifically inside the forbidden zone of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, an ancient battlefield.

A region like this was inherently perilous—even Nascent Soul True Monarchs wouldnʼt dare to explore carelessly.

Compared to the Great Qing, the Great Yuan’s geographical structure and resource distribution were vastly different.

In the Great Qing, the Central Region was rich in cultivation resources with numerous spiritual veins. The outer regions were more barren, such as the Endless Desert in the Fengyuan Kingdom, located at the northernmost border.

In Great Yuan, the Central Region was the opposite—it was mostly ruins, as it was once one of Heaven Honoured Continent’s ancient battlefields. The core of the Great Yuan contained a bottomless abyss, said to have sealed and eradicated world-shattering demonic overlords in ancient times.

The richest resources and most powerful sects weren’t inland but along the coastal regions. The coastal area was home to the former Tinghai Pavilion, which had once ruled as a dominant force, where the Sixteen Sea-Suppressing Sects ruled nowadays.

…

It would take at least two to three months for Lan Changʼan to fully eliminate his foreign aura.

For now, he remained hidden in the concealed cavern within Ten Thousand Demons Valley, refraining from venturing outside to avoid unnecessary complications.

As he adjusted his qi flow, he took the time to study the formation stone platform he had arrived on.

Around it stood eight ancient formation pillars, each infused with rare spatial materials.

While both the Great Yuan and the Great Qing had spatial nodes that allowed for passage between them, there was a hierarchical difference between the two.

The Great Yuan’s node was the core source of the spatial formation—its foundation and control center.

”If I ever need to repair the spatial passage, I’ll have to do it from this side.”

Moreover, this primary formation had the ability to actively shut down the spatial tunnel.

Cross-referencing True Monarch Shazhai’s memories with his own observations, Lan Changʼan discovered a crucial advantage:

Even in the highly unlikely event that a cultivator from the Great Qing stumbled upon the spatial node on the other side, it would still be impossible for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to pass through.

Furthermore, they wouldn’t be able to repair the formation from that end.

”This means the only way back is through here.”

With this knowledge, Lan Changʼan proceeded to deactivate the spatial water-formation, reducing energy consumption and extending its lifespan.

To reactivate the formation, one would need to use Tinghai Pavilion’s secret technique.

”Now, the spatial passage on the Great Qing side is completely unusable.”

A smile crept onto Lan Changʼan’s face as a heavy weight lifted from his heart.

As long as he didn’t voluntarily return, the threats from the Great Qing—including True Monarch Cyanwood—would no longer pose a danger to him.

The two regions were separated by an unfathomable distance.

The Evergreen Dao Fruit’s resonance—the mechanism that allowed cultivators to sense those with similar Dao Fruits—was now completely severed.

After arriving in the Great Yuan, a new thought crossed Lan Changʼan’s mind:

”What if my luck is terrible… and someone like True Monarch Cyanwood exists here too?”

However, the Great Yuan was several times larger than the Great Qing. Even if a similar figure existed, the vastness of the region gave him more room to maneuver. As long as he avoided breaking through to a higher realm, it would be difficult for others to sense him.

The Evergreen Dao Fruit’s resonance worked by detecting cultivators with similar cultivation levels.

The closer the cultivation levels, the stronger the resonance—this was why those at the same stage could sense each other’s presence. Conversely, a higher-level cultivator absorbing a lower-level one would gain far less longevity, making it less worthwhile.

”True Monarch Cyanwood… Such a low-profile Dao name is really deceptive.”

Lan Changʼan felt fortunate that he had retreated swiftly.

There was no doubt in his mind—True Monarch Cyanwood was a deeply cunning and sinister figure.

His only regret was that, due to his hurried escape, he hadn’t gathered enough intelligence on him.

But one thing was clear—

The Nascent Soul expert he killed, True Monarch Fulong, had strength comparable to Blood Bat King.

Someone capable of defeating such an opponent was not someone Lan Changʼan could contend with at his current level.

Fortunately, when Lan Changʼan first sensed Cyanwood’s presence, he was still in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

And his final disappearance had also occurred within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s borders.

This created a perfect misdirection.

Now, True Monarch Cyanwood would assume that his opportunity lay somewhere in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

He would focus his search on wood-element life-nurturing cultivators in the region.

What Lan Changʼan didn’t realize was that this misdirection would cause True Monarch Cyanwood to remain in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance for years.

This, in turn, would directly influence the course of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance’s war against the demonic sects in the future.

…

Two months had passed.

By now, Lan Changʼan and his two spirit pets had nearly eradicated their foreign aura, gradually blending into the Great Yuan’s natural environment.

During this period, he had scanned the surrounding hundred li with his spiritual sense.

His findings reassured him—

The cavern housing the spatial node was not only protected by formation restrictions but also reinforced with special refined stone, which blocked spiritual sense detection.

Both the formation stone platform and the four formation pillars were crafted from fourth-rank or higher materials, especially the pillars, which contained spatial treasures.

However, the inscriptions on their surfaces were damaged.

With his current level of formation mastery, he could not repair them under normal circumstances.

Fortunately, True Monarch Shazhai, a fourth-rank formation master, had studied the structure extensively before his death.

The main issue wasn’t a lack of knowledge—it was a lack of materials.

Gazing at the four formation pillars, Lan Changʼan felt a sense of familiarity.

He flipped his palm, retrieving a fragmented, damaged stone pillar, its formation engravings dim and obscure.

This was a piece of ”Lingxu Ancient Pillar”, a rare material True Monarch Shazhai had recovered from an ancient ruin.

After sorting through his spoils, Lan Changʼan sealed the fragment away.

The Lingxu Ancient Pillar was crafted from even rarer spatial materials, capable of long-distance spatial sensing and even transmitting messages across vast distances.

He also realized that its crafting methods bore similarities to the four formation pillars in the cavern.

Although the Lingxu Ancient Pillar was mostly ruined, its raw material was of even greater value.

Lan Changʼan decided to keep it for two possible uses:

First, as a future material for repairing the spatial formation.

The second is to forge a magical treasure or high-rank puppet with spatial abilities.

However, given the rarity of the material, he feared wasting it due to his limited refinement and puppet-crafting attainments.

Another six to seven days passed.

With his foreign aura almost completely eliminated, Lan Changʼan released the Earth Burrowing Rat, instructing it to scout alongside his puppets within a few hundred miles.

Suddenly—

”Hmm? This aura…?”

Lan Changʼan’s eyes snapped open, turning toward a distant point within Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Just moments ago, he had detected a faint, obscure spatial fluctuation emanating from afar.

Had it not been for his fourth-life fusion, which heightened his senses beyond that of an ordinary early Nascent Soul cultivator, combined with his experience traversing spatial channels, he would have missed it.

...

Seven hundred li away.

In the depths of Ten Thousand Demons Valley, within a forbidden zone—

Hiss!

A transparent spatial rift suddenly tore open, revealing a bottomless void radiating chaotic space energy.

In the dangerous depths of Ten Thousand Demons Valley, spatial rifts occasionally appeared.

This was due to the devastating battles of ancient times, which had weakened the space barriers, making them fragile and unstable compared to the outside world.

But what happened next was truly bizarre.

From within the gaping spatial tear, a young man enveloped in crystalline white light suddenly flashed into existence.

Thud!

The young man crashed awkwardly to the ground, the crystal-white aura around him gradually dissipating.

Above him, the spatial rift rapidly closed, sealing itself shut.

”Sigh, my strength is too weak. I just wanted to cultivate a few more years in the sect’s secret realm. How could they be so rough, throwing people around and shoving them into a space rift...”

With a long sigh, the youth dusted himself off, adjusting his green silk robe.

His light cyan eyes swept over the surroundings swiftly and cautiously.

Opening his palm, he examined an ancient black token, itʼs center engraved with a single word: ”Heaven”.

”Yuan State? They threw me into a demonic-infested land for a trial?”

”A Sealing Demon mission? This is ridiculous. And I have to rely on myself to attain Nascent Soul?”

Jing Wufengʼs face changed color, his fists clenching as he stored away the Heaven Token.

His first trial required him to attain Nascent Soul within a given province, relying only on his own abilities and to complete a high-difficulty mission.

Only after passing this initial test and standing out within one province could he advance to the next stage of competition.

”Oh well! The Yuan State is near the ocean. I’ve never seen a seascape before—this might be worth it.”

With that, Jing Wufeng stopped dwelling on the matter.

Stepping onto a streak of light, he soared into the sky, using the map embedded in his Heaven Token to choose a direction and fly out of Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

But he was unaware that his foreign aura, radiating through the Great Yuan’s forbidden zones, had already attracted hidden dangers.

As Jing Wufeng flew over a blackened wasteland, the earth suddenly split open, revealing a gaping crevice.

From within, a gigantic demonic claw, wreathed in thick black mist, thrust out violently.

Whoosh!

A burst of black demonic wind shot toward the sky at lightning speed, its terrifying claw strike slashing toward Jing Wufeng.

This attack was as fast and as deadly as that of a fourth-rank Demon King from Beast King Valley.

Jing Wufeng’s body was instantly torn apart, shattering into countless light fragments.

But—

”Demonic beast creature!”

On a distant hillside, a breeze stirred.

Jing Wufeng’s figure rematerialized, his expression dark and grim.

His form blurred, and he vanished completely, leaving behind only the whispering winds.

Hiss! Hiss!

Moments later, sharp, transparent silk-like blades filled the air, carrying spatial ripples as they sliced across a hundred-zhang radius.

Seconds later, the blackened feline-like demon, standing over ten zhang tall, collapsed onto the bloodstained blackened earth.

With a casual motion, Jing Wufeng raised his blade and severed one of its enormous demonic claws.

Inspecting the severed limb, which was nearly a fourth-rank material, his expression softened, and he nodded in satisfaction.

”The first war trophy of my journey through the Great Yuan… a fine keepsake.”