251: Chapter 246 A World of Myriad Races!

It was precisely the Origin of the Huangzhou World... which he had painstakingly refined for tens of thousands of years!

Abandoning this World Seed was like cutting off his own arm, causing the injuries on his body to instantly worsen several times over!

Even his Dao Foundation showed signs of cracking!

But he could not care about that much anymore!

After forcing out the Huangzhou World, the Daoist Xuanji coughed up blood continuously. Daring not to stay for even a moment longer, he transformed into a wretched streak of blood-colored light and fled desperately from this hiding place!

Just over ten breaths of time after the Daoist Xuanji fled.

"Boom!"

The Immortal Cave where he had been hiding had its space shattered with a roar!

A tall, upright figure slowly stepped out from within.

Chen Zhiwen had descended upon the Linghao Continent!

He looked around and could clearly feel that the concentration of Spiritual Qi contained within the air here was far more dense than that of Huangzhou by more than several hundred times!

The Law here was also much more stable and complete.

Unfortunately...

Chen Zhiwen's brows furrowed slightly.

He could feel that the weak and resentful aura of the Daoist Xuanji still lingered in this space.

But the person had already escaped.

The opponent was certainly decisive, actually willing to worsen his injuries just to abandon the Origin and sever the coordinates he was tracking.

Chen Zhiwen reached out with a beckoning motion, and that glowing Huangzhou World Seed, which had been forced out by the Daoist Xuanji, slowly flew into his hand.

He carefully stored this World Seed, which was already connected to his Soul, into his own body.

From this moment on, he could manifest the world within himself and carry Huangzhou with him wherever he went.

Although it was a pity that the Daoist Xuanji had escaped.

However, there would be plenty of time in the future.

Chen Zhiwen sat cross-legged and began to feel the dense Spiritual Qi of this brand-new world.

He decided to Cultivate here first, thoroughly consolidate his Cultivation, and then make further plans.

Linghao Continent, Eastern Province.

Deep within the uninhabited Forbidden Mountain Range, inside the dilapidated Immortal Cave left behind after the Daoist Xuanji's flight, Chen Zhiwen sat cross-legged.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his mind was completely immersed in his Cultivation.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi all around seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, transforming into visible white currents of air that formed a massive vortex, frantically pouring into his body.

The Spiritual Qi here was simply astonishingly dense!

Compared to the sparse Spiritual Qi of Huangzhou, the concentration of Spiritual Qi here was actually hundreds of times higher!

This was not just a difference in quantity, but a heaven-and-earth difference in essence.

The Spiritual Qi of Huangzhou was like livestock that had been penned up and diluted; it was docile and impure.

They lacked that primitive wildness and vitality, appearing somewhat soft and powerless.

However, the Spiritual Qi of the Linghao Continent was completely different.

The Spiritual Qi here was full of primitive wildness and vitality; it was majestic and pure, as if it contained higher-level Heaven and Earth Laws.

They were like a surging ocean, full of endless power and vitality.

As Chen Zhiwen Cultivated, the Spirit Sea within him also began to undergo an earth-shattering transformation.

Originally, although his Spirit Sea was vast and boundless, the magic power within it always carried the mark of the Huangzhou World, appearing incompatible with the Laws of this new world.

However, at this very moment, as the Spiritual Qi of the new world continuously washed over and assimilated it, the golden Spiritual Qi within his Spirit Sea began to undergo astonishing changes.

They became increasingly brilliant and eye-catching, like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting a dazzling light.

This Spiritual Qi was no longer a calm lake surface; instead, as if injected with new life, it transformed into raging waves, constantly surging and roaring!

They collided and surged against each other, releasing massive amounts of energy, causing the entire Spirit Sea to boil.

Chen Zhiwen's Cultivation Technique operated on its own, his Divine Soul sat firmly in the Spirit Platform, guiding this immense power through an unprecedented metamorphosis.

Time slipped away quietly during this deep seclusion.

Who knows how much time had passed.

"Boom—"

Within Chen Zhiwen's Spirit Sea, a massive, towering wave suddenly erupted!

That golden Spiritual Qi, which had surged to its limit, seemed as if it could no longer be restrained by the surface of the sea.

They transformed into strands of brilliant golden Dragons, emitting deafening Dragon roars as they ferociously rushed out of the sea, converging toward the empty heights above the Spirit Sea!

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Thousands upon thousands of golden Dragons swirled, intertwined, merged, and compressed in the high altitude!

Extreme energy was frantically condensing!

In the end, all the light and energy collapsed into a single point.

A Golden Core that radiated immortal brilliance and was perfectly round and flawless!

This Golden Core was entirely purple-gold, and its surface was branded with incomparably profound Dao patterns, as if it contained the ultimate truths of Heaven and Earth.

It floated quietly in the high center of Chen Zhiwen's Spirit Sea, rotating slowly.

With every rotation, it stirred the tides of the entire Spirit Sea, inhaling and exhaling boundless magic power.

The moment the Golden Core condensed and formed!

An extremely profound feeling, like a warm tide, instantly surged through Chen Zhiwen's limbs and bones, permeating every inch of his flesh, every cell, and even his deepest Soul!

He felt that he had established an unprecedented, close connection with this brand-new world.

He was no longer passively absorbing and adapting as an outsider.

Instead, he was actively branding his own "Dao" into the Laws of this Heaven and Earth!

He had truly been accepted by this world.

The final shackle belonging to his "Pseudo Golden Core Stage" shattered at this moment!

The Golden Core Dao was achieved!

The Breakthrough in Cultivation was as natural as water flowing, unstoppable.

He had officially stepped from the former Pseudo Golden Core Stage into the ranks of true Golden Core Stage powerhouses!

At the same time, the Huangzhou World that he had stored within his body also received tremendous benefits.

The ball of light serving as the World Seed began to emit a faint purple-gold halo after Chen Zhiwen formed his Golden Core.

An incomparably pure Origin aura belonging to the Linghao Continent was slowly injected into the Huangzhou World through Chen Zhiwen, acting as a "transfer station."

Huangzhou Continent.

Whether in the Human Race territory or the Northern Sea Yao Domain.

All living beings clearly felt at that same moment that the Spiritual Qi in the air, which had already become dense, began to grow rapidly once again!

The Spiritual Qi became even purer and more active!

Under the nourishment of this newborn Spiritual Qi, some Cultivation Bottlenecks that had plagued many Cultivators for years actually showed signs of loosening!

The life level of the entire world was slowly leaping upwards along with its new master.

Inside the Immortal Cave, Chen Zhiwen slowly opened his eyes.

A brilliant golden light flashed across his eyes before finally returning to calmness.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body that was more than ten times stronger than before, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Golden Core Stage!

In the Linghao Continent where the Daoist Xuanji resided, this might only be the true beginning of Cultivation.

But for him, it meant that he finally possessed the capital to initially establish a foothold in this new, perilous world.

After the Breakthrough in his Cultivation, Chen Zhiwen stood up and left this temporary hiding place.

He stood on the mountaintop, looking at the completely unfamiliar environment around him.

Mountains stretched endlessly, with ancient trees reaching the sky, appearing far more majestic and primitive than any mountain range in Huangzhou.

In the sky, huge, fierce-aura flying Yao Beasts passed by from time to time, leaving behind a series of sharp screeches.

Chen Zhiwen decided to first find a place with people.

To figure out his specific location.

And by the way, to understand what kind of place this world, which the Daoist Xuanji called the "Linghao Continent," really was.

And then, make plans for the future.

He identified a direction that seemed to have fluctuations of living auras, his figure flickered, and he suddenly disappeared from where he stood, leaving no trace behind.

Several days later.

Linghao Continent, Eastern Province.

A massive city, so magnificent that it could not be described in words, appeared at the end of the horizon.

The city walls towered into the clouds; it was unknown what kind of metal and stone they were cast from, but the entire structure exuded an ancient and weathered aura.

On the city walls, huge Formation runes were engraved, shining brilliantly in the sunlight, showcasing the powerful defensive capabilities of this city.

The city gate was wide enough for ten giant beast-drawn carriages to drive side-by-side, and the flow of people coming and going was like an endless river.

This was "Tianxuan City," one of the seventy-two main cities of the Eastern Province.

A city of Cultivation with a permanent population exceeding tens of millions.

Chen Zhiwen retracted all of his aura, suppressing his Cultivation to an inconspicuous Foundation Establishment Stage level.

He changed into a simple cyan robe, low-key mixed into the crowd, and slowly walked into this giant city along with the flow of people.

Walking on the incomparably wide street, ripples of emotion stirred in Chen Zhiwen's heart.

He discovered that the vastness and prosperity of this world were far greater than he had imagined!

The street was paved with smooth bluestone, and the buildings on both sides had diverse styles, ranging from magnificent palaces with flying eaves and arched brackets to strangely shaped stone castles and high towers full of exotic charm.

Shops stood in great numbers; Medicinal Pills, Magic Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, spiritual materials... everything was available, dazzling to the eyes.

And what Chen Zhiwen found most novel were the... living beings walking in this city!

In this world, there were not only the Human Race and various forms of Yao Race Cultivators.

There were also some strange races he had never seen, or even heard of!

Just walking on this main road, Chen Zhiwen saw many foreign race Cultivators whose bodies were permeated with ancient or strange auras.

He saw a Stone Man, three zhang tall, his entire body made of hard rock, with Soul fire burning in his eyes, walking with heavy steps out of a weapon shop.

That must be the Stone Race from the legends, formed from Spirit Stones gaining intelligence or the essence of mountain ranges taking shape.

He also saw a woman with a graceful figure, pale green skin, pointed ears, and a stunningly beautiful face, with several emerald green leaves floating beside her.

Wherever she walked, the air was permeated with a refreshing fragrance of plants and trees.

That seemed to be the Wood Spirit Race, who were born with the ability to communicate with plants.

He even saw a ball of... fire floating in mid-air?

That ball of fire took on a human shape, with vague facial features, and was bargaining with a human merchant using a unique "crackle" sound, like that of a burning flame.

A Myriad of Races!

These four words clearly appeared in Chen Zhiwen's mind.

This was a great world far more complex, diverse, and exciting than Huangzhou by a billion times!

Chen Zhiwen observed as he walked, pressing all his shock and novelty deep into his heart.

He followed the bustling crowd and eventually walked into what looked like the largest and most lively restaurant.

"Tianxiang Restaurant."

The restaurant had nine floors, with carved beams and painted pillars, looking magnificent and luxurious.

At the entrance, beautiful waitresses in uniform greeted guests, and those coming and going were all Cultivators with extraordinary auras.

Chen Zhiwen sat down casually at a window seat in the lobby on the first floor.

With many people and mixed company, and people from all walks of life gathering here, this was undoubtedly the best place to collect information and understand this world.

He ordered a pot of the most famous "Cloud Mist Spiritual Tea" here, along with a few plates of exquisite spiritual fruits and snacks, then sat quietly, spreading his keen hearing to carefully listen to the conversations of the surrounding Cultivators.

"Have you heard? Over at the Black Wind Mountain Range, there seem to be signs of a strange treasure appearing recently, and several Sects have sent people over!"

"Sigh, don't even mention it! My third uncle went along to watch the excitement, and as a result, he was seriously injured by the aftermath of the battle between two Nascent Soul Stage great Yao Beasts, and he's still lying in bed now!"

"Hiss... Nascent Soul Stage great Yao Beast? Then it's better not to go join in the fun; one's life is more important."

"If you ask me, the biggest news in the Eastern Province recently has to be the changes in the 'Prodigy Ranking'! The Saintess of the Feathering Immortal Sect, 'Fairy Luoli,' actually successfully passed the eighth floor of the 'Dao-Seeking Tower' in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's deduction, and her ranking soared directly to third place!"

"What?! Third? My god, how old is she? Doesn't this mean she has the potential to reach the Soul Transformation Stage?"

"Who's to say otherwise! Right now, among the younger generation in the entire Eastern Province, I'm afraid only that Young Lord of the 'Ten Thousand Sword Villa' can firmly outshine her."

Chen Zhiwen listened silently, memorizing these unfamiliar terms one by one: "Prodigy Ranking," "Feathering Immortal Sect," "Fairy Luoli," and "Ten Thousand Sword Villa."

In just this short moment, he had gained a clearer understanding of the strength levels of this world.

The Golden Core seems to be merely a core force here.

The Nascent Soul is considered a master of a region.

And above that, there are even stronger existences.

The waters of this world... are much deeper than he imagined.

Just then, the conversation of several burly men dressed as mercenaries at the neighboring table caught Chen Zhiwen's attention.

"Boss, the escort mission we took this time has 'Medicine King Valley' as its destination. I heard that place hasn't been very peaceful lately," a man with a scar on his face said, lowering his voice.

"What is there to fear!" The one-eyed man leading them snorted coldly. "As long as the remuneration is sufficient, that's fine! Besides, who dares to touch the merchant caravan of the 'Danxin Pavilion'? Isn't that courting death?"

"That may be so, but I heard that some time ago, remnants of the 'Blood Fiend Sect' from the southern part of the Eastern Province seemed to be active near the Medicine King Valley..."

"Blood Fiend Sect?"

The one-eyed man's expression changed slightly, and a trace of wariness flashed in his eyes.

"Why did that group of lunatics who practice evil Cultivation Techniques go there..."

Chen Zhiwen picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

Blood Fiend Sect...

Practicing evil Cultivation Techniques...

In his mind, the hideous and resentful face of the Daoist Xuanji involuntarily appeared.

He had a premonition.

Perhaps, he would soon have clues regarding the target he was pursuing.