Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

Chapter 1821 The Extraordinary Bloodline of the 8-Year-Old Son

Zhang Xuan was taken aback and scanned the area with his divine sense.

Sure enough, the nascent soul within this little guy had already transformed into a primordial spirit.

Although his primordial spirit was still very immature, it was indeed at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and his foundation was exceptionally solid, with a faint sign of resonance with the Great Dao.

"When...did you advance to the next level?" Zhang Xuan asked incredulously.

Reaching the Nascent Soul stage at over eighty years old, while not unparalleled, is certainly genius-level.

The problem is, he has never seen this little guy seriously cultivate!

"Just a few days ago!" he mumbled, sucking on a baby bottle he'd pulled out from somewhere. "I was catching fish in the spiritual spring, and as I was doing that, I suddenly felt something explode inside my body with a 'pop,' and then I advanced!"

Zhang Xuan: "..."

He squatted down and carefully examined the meridians, dantian, and primordial spirit of the old son named Zhang Tan'an. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

This little guy's Nascent Soul stage wasn't achieved through arduous cultivation or by piling up pills; it happened naturally.

It was as if he inherently possessed some kind of innate Daoist charm, which was automatically unlocked as he grew.

That Nascent Soul was pure and flawless, with an astonishingly high affinity with the laws of heaven and earth, and could evoke a faint resonance of Daoist principles with every move it made.

"What do you usually do?" Zhang Xuan asked tentatively.

“Play!” He counted on his fingers, “Catching fish, chasing butterflies, stealing honey from queen bees, riding fire cloud chariots, playing hide-and-seek with the maids… Oh right, yesterday I even pulled out the whiskers of that seventh-tier Thunder-Patterned Tiger in the back mountain that always barks at me; it chased me for ages!”

As he spoke, he pulled out a tuft of silver-white tiger whiskers from his pocket and proudly waved them around.

Looking at the tiger whiskers imbued with the Daoist essence of thunder, and then at his son's innocent little face, Zhang Xuan was momentarily at a loss for words.

He has cultivated for thousands of years, experiencing life and death, to reach this point.

But this little guy, who just plays around all day, has gone from Nascent Soul to Deity Transformation?

"An'an, don't cultivate too hard," Zhang Xuan could only pat his son's head and say earnestly, "Children don't need to advance so quickly; they need to build a solid foundation."

The youngest son, sucking on his baby bottle, blinked his big eyes, looking confused: "I've never cultivated before. I just play around all day, and I've already advanced from Nascent Soul to Deity Transformation. Do I need to cultivate to advance?"

Zhang Xuan: "..."

He opened his mouth, but all his words turned into a helpless smile. He rubbed his son's head and said, "Go play, but be careful not to anger the Thunder-Patterned Tiger again. If it really gets angry, even Daddy will have to put in some effort."

"Got it!" Zhang Tan'an cheered, climbed onto the Fire Cloud Chariot, and shot off in another streak of light.

Zhang Xuan watched his son's departing figure, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

This child's bloodline is probably more special than he imagined.

Jiao'er possesses the dual bloodlines of the Ancient Ice Dragon and the Sacred Ancient Heavenly Dragon.

He himself has undergone several transformations, including the Immortal Burial Foundation, the Immortal Path, the Great Dao Tree, and so on. All sorts of extraordinary encounters have forged his Dao foundation.

These elements seemed to have created some kind of incredible fusion and mutation in the son.

"Let nature take its course." He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The most urgent task is to repair the injuries and replenish what we've lost.

He had already used up all the eighth-order golden cores he had stored up.

Most of these eighth-grade pills came from spoils captured from the advance team and were refined into golden pills by the Taiqing Creation Diagram. Each one was extremely precious.

The current supply disruption means that he is facing a huge shortage of resources for cultivation.

Currently, there are no eighth-order immortal veins in the Nine Divine Realms, so they are only counting on these eighth-order golden cores.

Now, there isn't even an eighth-order Golden Core left.

"I must refine the eighth-order golden pill myself."

Once this thought arises, it is difficult to suppress.

Zhang Xuan was originally a seventh-level alchemist. After the Medicine Ancestor Divine General passed down the four Great Pill Refining Methods, his alchemy skills advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has already touched the threshold of the eighth level.

Now, with the miraculous aid of the Danjing Well and the essence of the eight spirit pools, plus the twenty eighth-grade spirit herbs cultivated in the Tongtianpu Secret Realm, the thirty purchased from the Shimo Abyss, and the eighth-grade superior nine-aperture Tongtian Dao Lotus obtained in the Xuanming Great Realm...

The right time, the right place, and the right people are all in place.

"Then... let's start refining the pills!"

With a thought, Zhang Xuan's Chaotic Divine Sea unfolded within the secluded cultivation room.

The Immortal Path stretched out, and the Tree of the Great Dao swayed. Its thirteen side branches corresponded to the Great Dao of Time and Space, Cause and Effect, Life and Death, and so on. At this moment, they all glowed slightly, enhancing the alchemy process.

He first took out the miniature illusory image of the elixir well.

The Dan Well is only the size of a palm, octagonal in shape, and each corner is engraved with an ultimate rune of the Great Dao.

The well was filled with azure-blue Dao Source Liquid, each drop containing the supreme divine essence for refining the foundation of a true immortal.

“In the center of Danjing Town, eight ponds are arranged in all directions.”

Zhang Xuan placed the illusory image of the elixir well in the center of the chaotic divine sea, and then drew upon the essence of the eight spiritual pools.

The Spirit Pool of Time, the Spirit Pool of Space, the Spirit Pool of Cause and Effect, the Spirit Pool of Destiny, the Spirit Pool of Living Beings, the Spirit Pool of the Dead, the Spirit Pool of Reincarnation, and the Spirit Pool of Existence.

Eight spiritual pools emerged from the void, surrounding the elixir well and arranged in the eight trigrams.

Each spirit pool flows with the essence of the corresponding Great Dao, its radiance shimmering and its Daoist charm abundant.

“Using the Dao Source Liquid as a catalyst and the Spirit Pool as fire, this is the supreme configuration for refining an eighth-order Golden Elixir.” Zhang Xuan’s eyes gleamed.

An ordinary eighth-level alchemist needs to use the True Immortal Dao Fire as a furnace and his own Great Dao as a guide, and it may take several months or even several years to refine a single pill.

He, on the other hand, has the Elixir of the Elixir Well to harmonize all the Dao, and eight spiritual pools to provide the purest Dao fire, making his efficiency more than a hundred times higher.

Zhang Xuan first set his sights on that eighth-grade high-quality spiritual herb—the Nine Aperture Heavenly Lotus.

This lotus has nine orifices, corresponding to nine Great Daos, but the two most core orifices, one flowing with the source of time and the other absorbing and exhaling fragments of space, are the main ingredients for refining the Time-Space Reversal Pill.

The Time-Space Reversal Pill is a miraculous life-saving pill that defies the laws of nature and has a remarkable effect on treating his injuries.

Zhang Xuan raised his hands in a gesture of support, drawing upon the illusory image of the elixir well.

The two corners of spacetime within the octagonal rune suddenly lit up, and two wisps of Dao Source Liquid floated out, transforming into two thin streams, one blue and one silver.

"Time Pool, Space Pool, activate!"

The essence of the azure and silver spirit pools surged forth, transforming into Dao flames that enveloped the two thin streams of Dao source liquid.

"The first key, the source of time, strip away!"

Zhang Xuan pointed his fingers like a sword and touched the time aperture of Dao Lian.

A wisp of amber-colored time source was slowly drawn out, like silk threads, and merged into the cyan Dao Flame.

The Dao Flame surged, and the illusory image of the River of Time appeared at the heart of the flame. In the river, billions of living beings were born and died in cycles of reincarnation, and the power of time was so concentrated that it almost solidified.

"Second Aperture, Spatial Fragments, Fusion!"

Within the spatial aperture, countless faceted, shimmering crystal fragments drifted out and merged into the silver Dao Flame.

As the flames flickered, they reflected layers upon layers of spatial planes, as if compressing all the heavens and myriad worlds into a single flame.

The two streams of Dao flame slowly converged above the elixir well.

The forces of spacetime are interdependent yet mutually repulsive; their forced fusion at this moment immediately triggered violent turbulence.

At the boundary between the cyan and silver Dao flames, countless tiny spatial rifts burst forth, each powerful enough to tear apart a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Zhang Xuan's expression was solemn. His divine sense transformed into countless fine threads, carefully weaving the two Dao flames together.