Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 173 God Killer Mansion

It was then that the rugged, middle-aged monk saw a spatial crack suddenly appear in front of his elder brother.

From the crack surged an immense amount of exceptionally pure spiritual energy.

This purity was unheard of—not just in Guang'an Prefecture, but even on the Izumo Kingdom battlefield's Border City.

For context, the Qianyuan Sword Sect had established seven fairy cities on the battlefield of the Izumo Kingdom, each supplied by fifth-level or higher spiritual veins.

This meant that within this secret realm of the Immortal Palace, there was likely a spiritual vein surpassing the fifth level.

"We've done it! It's a success!"

Faced with such unimaginable wealth, even the usually composed Sun Fu couldn't suppress his excitement.

Without hesitation, the two brothers soared into the spatial crack.

In the next instant, the crack closed, vanishing as if it had never existed.

After entering the God Killer Palace, the Sun brothers spent hours exploring the secret realm.

But as time passed, they began to realize something was amiss.

"Brother, where is the spiritual vein?"

"Hmm?"

Sun Fu, the white-faced monk, also sensed something was wrong. The immense surge of pure spiritual energy they had felt earlier wasn't emanating from a spiritual vein.

Instead, it was rootless spiritual energy stored within the secret realm of the Immortal Palace.

Upon discovering this, the two were immediately filled with disappointment.

"Forget it. We didn't come here for the spiritual vein anyway. Let's focus on finding the God Killer's inheritance!" Sun Fu said firmly.

The God Killer Palace's secret realm was vast, almost endless.

The brothers wandered through the area for days before finally stumbling upon a palace that seemed to be the dwelling place of the God Killer.

This palace was breathtakingly majestic, towering hundreds of meters high.

Standing before it, the Sun brothers appeared no more than ants.

Cautiously, the two tiptoed forward and pushed open the grand palace doors.

Inside, they slowly entered.

Once inside, they were startled to discover a corpse seated within the palace.

What a corpse this was.

Silver hair, golden eyes, jade-like bones—its body had remained untouched by time for billions of years.

The Sun brothers couldn't discern exactly how many millennia this body had endured, but the moment they saw it, they were utterly awestruck.

Unconsciously, the two dropped to their knees.

This was not a forced act but a genuine response—a heartfelt reverence born from the awe of seekers encountering the pinnacle of enlightenment.

They knelt instinctively, unaware of the subtle movements nearby.

Not far from the corpse lay a silver coffin.

Now, the lid of the coffin shifted slightly, as if stirred by some unseen force.

Yet, the brothers remained entirely captivated by the immortal corpse before them, oblivious to the changes around them.

After a long while, they finally shook off their stupor.

"Brother, an immortal's corpse is here. This truly is the Immortal Residence—it truly is!"

"Hurry! Let's find the inheritance!" Read new adventures at empire

The usually composed Sun Fu could no longer restrain himself, his voice filled with urgency.

But before they could take another step, a cold, sinister voice echoed behind them.

It was a sound so chilling it seemed to freeze their very souls.

"Heh heh… What are you looking for?"

"Who's there?!"

Sun Fu spun around abruptly, and what he saw almost caused his heart to stop.

Before him stood a corpse—no ordinary one, but a thousand-year-old Corpse King. Its body radiated a black aura filled with malevolence and bloodlust, and its emerald-green eyes stared straight at them.

"You… you… you're Master God Killer!"

Even after four centuries, the legendary figure of the God Killer was still unmistakable to Sun Fu.

But now, the once-revered master had transformed into a zombie!

"Heh heh… You still haven't answered me. What are you looking for?"

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At this moment in Hartmann Island.

Luis handed the spiritual energy conduction wire to Blogs and explained some basic concepts of voltage to him.

After finishing, he left with Luo Li.

Days passed as Luis wandered around the island, enjoying the scenery with Luo Li.

In the days that followed, Luis' life gradually returned to normal.

Having recently broken through to the Foundation-Building stage, Luis chose not to rush into practicing Foundation-Building techniques. Instead, he focused on refining and stabilizing his newly formed Vortex energy.

This approach ensured that his future cultivation speed would remain unaffected.

However, at the same time, practicing high-level techniques posed significant challenges.

Techniques that are both easy to master and incredibly powerful exist only in dreams.

Therefore, after building a foundation, cultivators must be extremely careful when selecting new cultivation methods, as these choices determine their future path.

For most cultivators, the stronger the technique, the more desirable it is.

However, not everyone possesses superior talent.

For those who are less gifted, even achieving Foundation-Building is a stroke of luck.

Choosing overly powerful techniques at this stage often leads to difficulties in cultivation, leaving them stuck at the initial stages of Foundation-Building with no progress.

Meanwhile, those who opt for simpler, less powerful techniques may advance more steadily, reaching the middle or late stages of Foundation-Building sooner.

Even at the same cultivation level, a practitioner of weaker techniques may not match someone using stronger methods in a fight.

However, those who progress to the middle stage will often surpass those in the early stage, regardless of technique.

More importantly, they are more likely to break through to the Golden Core stage.

This distinction is crucial, as achieving immortality is the ultimate goal for most cultivators.

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Zhou Main City

In the Hartmann Flying Sword Store, Luis stood beside Zhou Mubai, the prodigy of the Zhou Family and the man who had once injured the Mermaid Patriarch.

"Brother Luis, congratulations! From now on, your Hartmann Family has gained another Foundation Builder," Zhou Mubai said with a warm smile.

"It was just a stroke of luck," Luis replied modestly.

As the two continued their conversation, a loud and anguished cry echoed through Zhou Main City.

"AHH! HOW COULD THIS BE?!"

Both Luis and Zhou Mubai were startled by the voice and immediately rushed toward the commotion.

The source of the cry was an elderly man, a cultivator at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. His grey hair and weathered face revealed that he was nearing the end of his lifespan.

This man was Zhao Yuanhuan, the head of the Zhao family.

As the crowd gathered, Zhao Yuanhuan suddenly flew toward Zhou Mubai. He bowed deeply and remained in that position, refusing to straighten up.

Recognizing him, Zhou Mubai hurriedly reached out to help him. "Fellow Daoist Zhao, what's wrong? Why are you acting this way?"

At Zhou Mubai's words, Zhao Yuanhuan slowly raised his head.

Luis was taken aback when he saw Zhao Yuanhuan's face.

It was a face filled with despair and agony, as if he had endured unspeakable torment. His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets cracked and oozing blood, adding to the horror of his expression.

"Senior Zhou!" Zhao Yuanhuan wailed miserably. "My Zhao family is finished! My Zhao family!!! It's over!!!"

His final words echoed like thunder, causing an uproar among the cultivators and onlookers from Guang'an Prefecture who had gathered.

"What happened?"

"The Zhao family? Aren't they the largest family in Guang'an Prefecture after the Zhou and Yang families? Their numbers and cultivation strength rival the Wu family's. Plus, they're experts in alchemy, highly respected across the prefecture."

"Yes! What kind of monstrous power could destroy such a family?"

Zhou Mubai, his expression turning serious, grabbed Zhao Yuanhuan's arm and urged, "Brother Zhao, don't panic. Tell us clearly—what happened?"

Zhao Yuanhuan's anguish deepened. Tears of blood streamed from his eyes as he choked out, "My clansmen just sent me a message—my Zhao Family's Lotus Island was attacked by a group of evil spirits!"

"Evil spirits? What kind of evil spirits?" Zhou Mubai demanded.

"I don't know!" Zhao Yuanhuan shook his head, his voice trembling. "Before he could explain, the connection was abruptly cut off."

"This is…" Zhou Mubai and the others exchanged uneasy glances. "Can you still reach them?"

Zhao Yuanhuan shook his head again. "I've tried repeatedly, but no one is responding.

Senior Zhou, I beg you, please save the Zhao Family! After this catastrophe, the Zhao Family will willingly pledge allegiance to the Zhou Family!"

"Let's set that aside for now. We must act quickly!" Zhou Mubai declared. Without hesitation, he grabbed Zhao Yuanhuan and prepared to take off.

"Brother Zhou, I want to come too!" Luis interjected, his expression serious.

He could feel that something was gravely amiss. If such a calamity could strike the Zhao Family, there was no guarantee the Hartmann Family wouldn't face a similar threat. He needed to uncover the truth and prepare for any eventuality.

"Alright!" Zhou Mubai glanced at Luis, nodded, and with a flick of his sword, a flash of light enveloped them. Carrying Luis and Zhao Yuanhuan, Zhou Mubai soared into the sky, heading toward Lotus Island.

The Lotus Islands, which is a group of islands shaped like a lotus with eight islands surrounding a large island in the middle.