Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 179 Message To Qianyuan Sword Sect

I had always heard that the Zhou family's land was a haven for spiritual practice, akin to an immortal paradise.

But seeing it today, I realized the rumors didn't do it justice—it was far more magnificent than I could have imagined.

The spiritual energy emanating from the fourth-level spiritual vein wasn't just abundant; it was pure, akin to the spiritual energy Luis had once filtered using the Water Spirit Pearl.

What was even more astonishing was that this purity had not been artificially enhanced by the Water Spirit Pearl. This meant that if the Zhou family cultivators chose, they could further refine the spiritual energy using the Pearl, achieving unparalleled cultivation results.

And this was without even mentioning the other cultivation resources the Zhou family possessed. The fourth-level spiritual vein alone was unique in the entire Guang'an Prefecture.

In comparison, the other three major families—the Yang family, the Wu family, and the now-exterminated Zhao family—each relied on third-level spiritual veins for their cultivation needs.

Within the Zhou family's domain, atop the tallest mountain in the grand Lingshan Palace, Luis and Zhou Mubai stood before the family patriarch, Zhou Minghao.

Inside the palace, Zhou Minghao listened intently as Zhou Mubai narrated the events.

"Are you saying that the annihilation of the Zhao family might have been orchestrated by Master Shen Jue?" Zhou Minghao asked, frowning deeply.

Zhou Mubai nodded firmly. "It's not just possible; it's highly likely."

He paused, then added, "The Soul-Fixing Divine Light is a unique magical ability passed down to Shen Jue from the immortals of the upper realm. No one in the entire Ten Thousand Star Sea possesses this ability, not even the Qianyuan Sword Sect."

Zhou Minghao considered this, then nodded. "That makes sense. The Qianyuan Sword Sect is known for trading its core martial arts, including the Qianyuan Sword Scripture, for military merits. It's unlikely they would hide an ability as extraordinary as a divine magical power from the immortals."

Luis asked, "Is it possible that these two zombies stumbled upon the God Killer Mansion by chance, inherited its legacy, and later turned into zombies due to unforeseen circumstances?"

"It's not impossible," Zhou Mubai replied thoughtfully, "but it's highly unlikely. Typically, when people become zombies, they lose their intelligence entirely. For a zombie to regain any semblance of consciousness, it must at least reach the Golden Core stage.

"To achieve this, a zombie must endure a thunder tribulation that is ten times more intense than the one faced by human cultivators. This is one of the reasons why evil entities rarely become truly formidable. Thunder tribulations act as a natural deterrent."

He paused, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "However, these two zombies, despite only being at the Foundation Establishment stage, still possess consciousness. This suggests they were deliberately refined to retain their intelligence. The one responsible for their refinement is most likely the God Killer from four hundred years ago."

For a moment, Zhou Mubai seemed to have pieced everything together.

With just the presence of a replica Soul-Fixing Divine Pearl, it became evident that Master Shen Jue was still alive.

This revelation was nothing short of shocking.

Zhou Minghao and Zhou Mubai's faces turned grave.

Luis, however, appeared relatively calm. Given his limited understanding of the Shen Jue Rebellion, he didn't grasp the full gravity of the situation. In his mind, no matter how powerful Master Shen Jue might be, he posed no real threat to him.

"Patriarch, should we report this to the Qianyuan Sword Sect?" Zhou Mubai asked, his voice tinged with worry as he bowed respectfully.

For a long moment, Zhou Minghao remained silent, deep in thought. Finally, he sighed and said, "Yes, report it. This matter exceeds the Zhou family's ability to handle alone."

Hearing this, Zhou Mubai visibly relaxed. He was relieved that the patriarch didn't intend to face this threat using only their family's strength but had chosen to seek the Qianyuan Sword Sect's assistance.

Later, Luis witnessed the Zhou family's communication formation for the first time.

He marveled at its intricate design, realizing that in this world, if a power wanted to govern its territory effectively, it needed not only military might but also robust communication capabilities to manage the forces within its domain.

Transportation and communication are two critical aspects of maintaining control over a territory.

In terms of transportation, the higher a cultivator's cultivation level, the faster their movement capabilities become. For instance, if Luis had traveled to this location by boat in the past, the journey would have taken about a month. However, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had learned how to fly using light energy, drastically reducing travel time.

The speed of higher-level cultivators is even more astonishing. Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators can cover immense distances in a fraction of the time. Even though Guang'an Prefecture is millions of miles from the territories directly governed by the Qianyuan Sword Sect, a Nascent Soul cultivator flying at full speed could make the journey in less than a day.

The second critical element of maintaining control is communication.

After witnessing Zhou Minghao communicate with the Qianyuan Sword Sect using a communication formation, Luis realized how advanced this system was. Compared to the green scale Luo Li had left him—which allowed for sensing and communication within a limited range of ten thousand miles—the Zhou family's communication array enabled real-time text communication over much greater distances.

The system worked seamlessly: one party would send a message, and the recipient could quickly respond. Of course, the response speed often depended on how quickly decisions were made on the other end.

For instance, after Zhou Minghao sent a message to the Qianyuan Sword Sect, it seemed as though the message had sunk into the depths of the sea—no response came immediately. However, both Zhou Minghao and Zhou Mubai were well aware that the leaders of the Qianyuan Sword Sect were likely deliberating on the issue.

Whether they decided to send a Nascent Soul cultivator to oversee Guang'an Prefecture or took other actions, a response from the sect was inevitable. It was merely a matter of time.

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Qianyuan Sword Sect

Within a serene celestial cave brimming with spiritual energy, a solitary figure sat in a magnificent palace perched atop the clouds.

Dressed in a simple cotton and linen robe, the woman exuded an aura of elegance. Her long, lustrous hair cascaded to her waist and hips, tied casually with a gold thread. She sat upright, her gaze fixed on the cranes gracefully dancing above the sea of clouds outside the window. Her expression remained calm, though her thoughts seemed far away.

At that moment, the space behind her rippled like water. A young Taoist priest, clad in a pristine white robe and bearing an air of unruliness, stepped through the shimmering portal with ease.

"Senior Sister, you called for me?" he asked.

"Hmm," she responded, her voice steady and composed. "The little mouse in Cangzhou has been hiding for four hundred years. It has finally made a move."

Hearing this, the young man's impatience vanished, replaced by a sharp intensity.

"Oh? That little mouse finally showed itself?" he said, a sly grin forming on his face. "Hiding in that barren secret space for four hundred years—wasn't he bored out of his mind?"

The young man's face lit up with a smug grin. "If it were me, I'd come out to breathe even if it killed me. That lowly creature."

The long-haired woman frowned slightly at his words.

Noticing her displeasure, the young Taoist quickly begged for forgiveness. "It was a slip of the tongue, Senior Sister! You know how it is. Those beasts in the Ten Thousand Star Sea are nothing but a pack of lowly creatures. If you don't keep them in check with a firm hand, they'll cause chaos."

After a moment, he chuckled and said, "Well, I'm off to catch that mouse. Goodbye, Senior Sister!"

With that, the young Taoist tore through space once more, stepping into the shimmering rift and vanishing from sight.

As the disturbance settled, the long-haired woman turned her gaze back to the sea of clouds outside the window.

"Once we catch this rat, we'll put everything into reclaiming the Izumo Kingdom," she murmured, her tone laced with sorrow. "Master, I will fulfill your wish. Do you see it?"

Her voice hung in the air, soft and somber, before fading into silence.

Inside the Zhou Family's Meeting Hall

For the Zhou family, this was the first time an outsider like Luis had been invited to participate in a trial.

Luis was fully aware that his presence here was due to the strength and potential he had displayed earlier.

If Zhou Minghao, the head of the Zhou family, had not heard Zhou Mubai recount how Luis had held his own against a zombie with the strength of a Half-Step Golden Core in the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Array, he would never have taken him so seriously.

In Zhou Minghao's eyes, Luis' talent was even more remarkable than that of the Zhou family's own prodigy, Zhou Mubai.

After all, when Zhou Mubai was in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, he would never have been able to contend with a Half-Step Golden Core opponent—let alone face one head-on and come out unscathed.