My Informative Cultivation Life

If he borrowed the hand of the Sect's higher-ups, perhaps there would be a possibility.

However, his current strength was still too low; he wasn't even a true disciple, and was far from reaching the core of the Sect.

To speak these words, to do these things, was inopportune.

After all, he had only figured out Elder Chun Ye's character, and he had only seen Elder Ji Shen among the other high-level figures, such as the Sect Master. He was not familiar with them.

Acting rashly was inappropriate!

"Yang Ji, take this talisman. I will be in the Demon Abyss during this time. If you encounter danger, burn it, and I will sense it." As Yang Ji was lost in thought, Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, handed him a yellow talisman.

"Thank you, Great Sage!" Yang Ji nodded and accepted it.

"Be careful in all you do," said Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, as his figure turned ethereal and disappeared from sight.

"Tch! Master, if only Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, was your mentor! Having such a powerful backing, what would you lack?" The Buddha Child muttered quietly.

"I don't have such good fortune!" Yang Ji said with a smile, shaking his head and turning into a streak of light, flying toward the first layer of the Demon Abyss.

Arriving at the surface of the Demon Abyss Star, he left the place through a teleportation array.

The Heavenly Demon Sect, where Hei Sha once resided.

Hei Sha was also a prodigy within the Demon Sect, at the peak of the Demon King realm, and was a rather powerful Inner Sect Disciple.

Unlike the Wuji Dao Sect where Nascent Soul cultivators could have their own independent mountain, here, Demon Kings possessed a series of connected palaces.

Like an imperial palace, a dark and oppressive expanse, all his domain.

The Heavenly Demon Star was too vast, and the benefits given to disciples were extremely luxurious.

However, the vast palace complex was extremely deserted inside, not a single Heavenly Demon to be seen.

It seemed that Hei Sha's achievements came from his hard cultivation and he didn't engage in any ostentatious activities.

Unlike other Demon Kings, who had many Demon Marshals, Demon Generals, and Demon Soldiers under their command, with immense momentum and a grand entourage whenever they traveled.

This suited Yang Ji just fine. He flew into the main hall, planning to concentrate on cultivation to achieve an Immortal Primordial Spirit.

The reason he did not leave was the arrival of the Great Transformation Talisman which changed his mind. He decided that after leaving seclusion, he would try to join the Taichu's External Affairs Hall to learn more about the movements of the Heavenly Demons.

But for now, refining the Primordial Spirit Fruit was the first priority.

When he reached the moment where his physical body was indestructible and his Primordial Spirit was immortal, he could hide particles in various dangerous places between heaven and earth.

Even if his main body encountered calamity, the particles could be reborn and start anew, adding a layer of insurance to his life.

Yang Ji placed the Mountain Sea Pearl in a hidden spot within the main hall and captured some of Hei Sha's scent to cover it up before entering the Mount Sea World.

The Mount Sea World was vast. In a secluded corner, Shen Yin's body shone with blue light, continuously refining the Demonic Qi gifted by Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, transforming its origin into individual Primordial Spirit Fruits.

Yang Ji sat down under the tree, a vertical crease opening between his eyebrows, stuffing the Primordial Spirit Fruits into it.

Inside, the Primordial Spirit madly absorbed the pure energy of the Primordial Spirit Fruits. The two halos of Holy Light behind his head shone more brightly, the feeling of his Primordial Spirit growing stronger was very clear.

Shen Yin was truly worthy of being the Taichu Divine Tree; its ability was too powerful, instantly transforming several hundred Primordial Spirit Fruits.

Yang Ji's Primordial Spirit was similarly formidable, absorbing the Primordial Spirit Fruits as if drinking water, able to assimilate one in just three breaths.

Energy continuously transformed and strengthened. In just one day, a third layer of colorful light condensed behind his head; dazzling like a rainbow, it was supremely holy.

Yang Ji felt his thoughts had cleared up considerably, and his Primordial Spirit had grown significantly stronger, giving him the feeling that it was almost no different from his physical body.

This continuous refinement and absorption went on for a year in the blink of an eye.

It was on this very day, hum! Like the voice of the Heavenly Dao, carrying endless authority, it spread throughout Yang Ji's sea of consciousness.

It was the pure Yang Primordial Spirit behind his mind, which at that moment had condensed the twelfth halo of Holy Light. The trembling it caused emitted that sound.

At this moment, the pure Yang Primordial Spirit sat in the sea of consciousness, with twelve halos of Holy Light shining behind it, lighting up brightly like a lamp in the Immortal Realm. The seven colors of dawn flowed, illuminating the sea of consciousness, making it seem like a sacred place for the Great Dao—most holy.

Yang Ji felt his pure Yang Primordial Spirit was incredibly strong, containing boundless magical power. If before it was made of clay, now it was made of metal and stone, elevated by countless levels.

"Twelve halos of Holy Light, an Immortal Primordial Spirit, achieved!"

This was an incredibly great achievement, beyond belief, and Yang Ji was immensely excited in his heart.

With the Primordial Spirit behind his mind condensing twelve halos of Holy Light and hence called the Immortal Primordial Spirit, it was because, at this moment, the Primordial Spirit could divide into billions, and each strand could carry all the life imprints of the main body, all memory information, all Divine Skill insights.

Each strand of the Primordial Spirit was like an independent entity, yet harmoniously integrated—they were all him.

The Immortal Primordial Spirit was considered a grand achievement because Yang Ji's strength of Primordial Spirit was now close to that of the Mahayana level.

If a Mahayana wanted to invoke the Heavenly Tribulation to become a Tribulation Immortal, the first prerequisite was to achieve an Immortal Primordial Spirit, to condense twelve halos of Holy Light.

This illustrates the magnitude of the achievement.

Yang Ji, currently at the peak of the Primordial Spirit realm, already possessed the Immortal Primordial Spirit of a Mahayana cultivator, an exceedingly heaven-defying feat.

All of this success was thanks to the efficacy of the Primordial Spirit Fruit and the extraordinary nature of the Taichu Divine Tree.

Yang Ji was finally able to comprehend how in that distant era, under the Taichu Divine Tree, a golden age was born, shimmering in splendor.

With the Great Dao Fruits and Primordial Spirit Fruits nurturing them, countless powerful beings were born, with tens of thousands of Red Dust Immortals—a truly splendid era.

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