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第二百八十八章 虚实朝元宗

After leaving Yin Yin Island, Su Changyu's expression was invigorated. It took him a long time to calm down from his excited state.

"Who would have thought that this trip out would bring such an extraordinary encounter."

Although he still had quite some distance to go before reaching Foundation Establishment, the difference now was that he was filled with the motivation to cultivate and wished to quickly perfect his qi cultivation so as to reach Foundation Establishment sooner.

"Once I attain Foundation Establishment, my cultivation speed should be able to catch up with Xiao Heng and Little Sister," Su Changyu thought to himself.

Without lingering elsewhere, he determined the direction and flew straight towards the desolate island.

In the Heavenly Mysteries Mirror,

Li Fan recalled the scenes he had just witnessed through Su Changyu. His brows furrowed slightly.

"I never expected that Su Changyu would also mysteriously end up at Master Yin's place, coming into contact with the secrets related to [Foundation Establishment Through Self]. It seems my previous sense of divine guidance was indeed real."

Li Fan was still quite hopeful about whether this world's Su Changyu could successfully attain Foundation Establishment through self.

However, what Li Fan cared more about now was Master Yin's condition.

In the 12th incarnation, when Li Fan first met Master Yin at age 13, his hair was still a mix of black and white. Now, after only 12 years, he had turned completely grey.

Such rapid aging could hardly happen to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This indicated that Master Yin's mental state had deteriorated greatly over the years.

More concerning to Li Fan was that all the test subjects on Yin Yin Island, as well as many of Master Yin’s cherished treasures, were destroyed in one fell swoop.

And yet, Master Yin seemed completely indifferent.

Or perhaps...

Those items should have been destroyed by him himself.

Considering the sudden appearance of flames and Master Yin's increasingly deranged demeanor,

"Is he trying to commit suicide?"

Li Fan pondered this thought. To verify his guess, Li Fan left the Heavenly Mysteries Mirror and rushed towards Yin Yin Island.

When he arrived at the destination, the once rectangular building had indeed turned into a pile of ruins.

The flames burned fiercely.

After searching thoroughly, Li Fan found nothing of value.

Standing above the ruins, Li Fan frowned deeply.

"Why?"

"Master Yin must have been researching the secrets of Immortal-Demon Mist for these years."

"What did he discover that made him want to commit suicide?"

He knew well that cultivators' desire for survival was far greater than ordinary people's by a thousandfold. It was rare to hear of a cultivator committing suicide.

"Was it truly a voluntary act, or out of necessity?"

Master Yin’s earlier manic statement flashed through his mind: "You're not curious? Why can a mere mortal's plague infect cultivators? If we could figure out the source of this anomaly, perhaps we could resolve Immortal-Demon Mist from its root! Then I would be remembered as a great existence in the entire world of cultivation!"

Li Fan’s expression turned serious. "I used to think he was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator and couldn't possibly come up with anything. So I always ignored him."

"I never expected that he actually made some progress."

"Perhaps, in my next life, I can focus more on him."

Li Fan thought to himself.

As he surveyed the ruins of Yin Yin Island once again, Li Fan was about to leave when something caught his attention.

A gentle breeze blew across the ground, and a bright, pristine light suddenly appeared amidst the blackened earth.

Li Fan flew closer and retrieved the glowing object. It seemed familiar—a white rib bone.

It looked like it belonged to the first cultivator who had contracted Immortal-Demon Mist—someone Master Yin held in high regard before his death.

Even though Master Yin was reduced to ashes by the flames, this rib bone remained intact.

This was indeed something many people would vie for. There must be some value here.

Li Fan casually placed it into his storage ring and returned to Ten Thousand Immortals Island, asking the Heavenly Mysteries Mirror to appraise it.

The result was simply: "Cultivator's remains, worth 1 point of contribution."

"Looks like this only has value in certain circles," Li Fan shook his head and put the rib bone back into storage.

He then checked on the status of the other prodigies.

"Xiao Heng is still at Cloud Water Heavenly Palace. He hasn't entered yet, but he's standing outside, looking up at the giant blue building in the sky. Who knows what he’s contemplating."

"Su Little Sister and the others seem to be close to reaching the remains of Dao Yuan Sect."

...

"It seems like harvest season is coming again."

In his dantian, twobody snatch (transcendence bodies) had fully formed.

The third transcendence body's shadow was gradually taking shape.

"The cultivation essence stored in these bodies can be seamlessly converted once I reach Golden Core Realm. If the transcendence bodies accumulate enough, perhaps I’ll break through again immediately upon entering the Golden Core Realm."

Li Fan couldn't help but show a farmer’s joy.

"Speaking of He Zhenghao..."

"Why haven’t I received any cultivation feedback lately?"

The absence of the formless killing mechanism made it impossible to sense his surroundings.

Thinking about it, Li Fan sent him a message asking for an update on his condition.

He received an automatic reply: "Currently undergoingclosed training (closed training) at the Garrison Academy; unable to respond, please forgive."

"So He Daoist has already entered the Garrison Academy?"

Calculating the time, he realized that three years had passed since He Zhenghao took office.

"Indeed, Jingxuan’s work is reliable. I didn’t waste my contribution points."

"After the array training in Tianyu State ends, Congyunhai should be gone. I can go directly to Tianyun State and meet up with He Daoist."

...

While Li Fan was making future plans, Su Little Sister and her companions arrived at the Thousand Mile Swamp and the remains of Dao Yuan Sect.

Finally reaching their destination, Su Little Sister was excitedly looking at the impressive building cluster nearby. She wished she could rush into the ruins right away.

Zhang Haobo was puzzled: "Didn’t you say that the ruins attracted many cultivators to explore? Why is it so quiet on the way? Where are all the people?"

Shuofeng also frowned: "It does seem a bit suspicious, but we don’t need to overthink it. We’ll know once we get closer."

Upon reaching the entrance of Dao Yuan Sect’s ruins, it wasn't as bustling as rumored.

Some cultivators hesitated and didn’t dare enter but couldn’t bear to leave either.

After inquiring, they learned why the usually crowded and lively ruins had suddenly turned into this state.

Seven days ago, a Golden Core cultivator who had come seeking an opportunity mysteriously disappeared. When he reappeared, everyone found that he had become like one of the ghostly figures appearing from time to time within the ruins.

Moreover, they could hear and see him frantically wandering around Dao Yuan Sect in despair, trying to find a way back to his original form.

But this Golden Core cultivator seemed to have gone to another world. No matter what, he couldn’t intersect with reality or leave the bounds of Dao Yuan Sect’s ruins.

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