Chapter 185 : Migration of the Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 185: Migration of the Seven Kingdoms

Nascent Soul Cultivator!

True Lord Lu!

In the seven kingdoms, a land scarce in spiritual energy, a Nascent Soul Cultivator had emerged.

In an instant, this news swept across the seven kingdoms like a hurricane. Countless disputes and wars came to an abrupt halt.

All the major powers understood one thing: the heavens of the seven kingdoms were about to change.

But the decision did not lie in the hands of the sects and great clans of the seven kingdoms—it was in the hands of this Nascent Soul Cultivator.

At this moment, the number one legendary rogue cultivator could already be called the number one legendary cultivator of the seven kingdoms.

The people of Yue Kingdom’s Three Major Sects were dumbfounded, for they had been fighting to the death over spiritual vein resources.

Yet in the end, they discovered they were nothing but chess pieces on a board.

However, just as the sects and great clans of the seven kingdoms all came to Tianxuan City to pay respects to this Nascent Soul Cultivator, the poison miasma of the Yunwu Mountain Range grew increasingly restless.

…

Tianxuan City.

Although the celestial phenomenon of the Nascent Soul breakthrough had already passed for several months, people were still talking about it with great relish. Countless cultivators gestured animatedly, recounting the scene from months before.

“Brother Lin, with the great upheaval of the seven kingdoms, this time the abnormality of the Yunwu Mountain Range’s poison miasma, the agitation of the spiritual veins…”

Originally, True Lord Lu’s advancement to Nascent Soul had disrupted the plans of Lin Chang’an, Old Hu, and the others. Even the Xuanyin Pavilion, which had been preparing to migrate, had temporarily halted.

Who would have thought that today Yun Yao would come, her expression grave, bringing news of a great matter.

Lin Chang’an was even more shocked upon hearing it—this news was truly astonishing.

“The beast tides and even the miasma riot, they are all caused by the spiritual veins within the Yunwu Mountain Range becoming agitated. This miasma, which has accumulated for untold ages, once it erupts, will spread along the spiritual veins of the seven kingdoms…”

“In fact, even the former Sect Master of the Mystic Yin Sect was said to have disappeared while searching for this spiritual spring…”

Listening to Yun Yao’s words, after his initial shock, Lin Chang’an began to analyze calmly.

The poison miasma and the spiritual veins were symbiotic. It could even be said that this was the unique natural barrier of the Yunwu Mountain Range.

And most of the major spiritual veins of the seven kingdoms were connected to the Yunwu Mountain Range. It was said that ten thousand years ago, the seven kingdoms were originally all part of the Yunwu Mountain Range.

This time, with the miasma spreading along the spiritual veins, some of the main spiritual veins of the seven kingdoms were directly affected. Of course, some minor spiritual veins were not greatly impacted.

Therefore, the seven kingdoms were no longer suitable for sects and great clans to continue cultivating.

“Now that the Golden Core cultivators of the seven kingdoms’ sects and clans have all come to pay respects, according to True Lord Lu, he too only stumbled upon the remains of Blood Fiend True Lord in the Yunwu Mountain Range.

It was only then that he learned the specific cause of the miasma riot, as well as the truth of Blood Fiend True Lord’s demise…”

Good heavens!

Hearing this, Lin Chang’an’s expression turned somewhat strange.

Others might not know the truth, but they themselves knew all too well.

Because Blood Fiend True Lord’s corpse had been burned to ashes by them.

“Yun Yao, are you saying that the cause of the miasma riot is…”

Seeing Lin Chang’an’s odd expression, Yun Yao’s eyes flickered, and she nodded lightly.

“Yes, it was precisely because Blood Fiend True Lord went deep into the Yunwu Mountain Range to seek opportunities, but in the end triggered the spiritual veins, causing the miasma to erupt prematurely…”

Lin Chang’an was speechless. Yun Yao was openly talking nonsense with her eyes wide open.

Everyone knew this matter had little to do with Blood Fiend True Lord.

Many even suspected that it was True Lord Lu’s Nascent Soul breakthrough opportunity that had stirred the spiritual veins.

But who would dare to say such a thing?

Thus, though everyone knew it in their hearts, they all unanimously placed the blame on Blood Fiend True Lord.

At this moment, Lin Chang’an could not help but mourn for this Blood Fiend True Lord. Fortunately, this True Lord had already perished.

Had he still been alive, he would likely have been angered to death.

“So you mean, the sects of the seven kingdoms are all preparing to migrate?”

Lin Chang’an could not help but feel his scalp tingle. One man forming Nascent Soul had directly shaken the situation of the seven kingdoms.

“That’s right, but not all of them. These sects and clans will also leave behind some forces, leaving themselves a retreat.”

At that moment, a startled cry came from outside the cave abode—it was Old Hu.

“Old Lin, something big has happened, the poison miasma of the Yunwu Mountain Range has erupted, spreading directly to the major spiritual veins of the seven kingdoms…”

After entering, Old Hu saw Yun Yao in the pavilion but showed no sign of restraint. Instead, he spoke urgently:

“Daoist Yun, Old Lin! The miasma has been found spreading across the seven kingdoms. Now the Golden Core cultivators of the sects and clans of every kingdom have arrived…”

Listening to Old Hu’s words, Lin Chang’an’s eyelids twitched.

Had Yun Yao not provided the inside story, he too might have been just as shocked as Old Hu.

He would have truly thought it was caused by the anomaly of the Yunwu Mountain Range.

Seeing Lin Chang’an and Yun Yao’s expressions, Old Hu thought they already knew, but he still could not help exclaiming:

“Old Lin, this time it isn’t just us who have to leave—the sects and clans of the seven kingdoms, they will all likely have to migrate…”

With the miasma eruption, the main spiritual veins of the seven kingdoms would all be affected. The remaining minor veins could not possibly support the cultivation of so many Golden Core cultivators.

Thus, those sects and clans were bound to relocate.

“Now the news has already spread. The only uncertainty is how long the miasma will last. Some say that such events have happened in cultivation history.

Although it is a disaster in the present, in the future it is an immense blessing. The miasma riot accompanies the activity of the spiritual veins. After several centuries, as the miasma gradually dissipates, the spiritual energy here will rise to a higher level…”

Old Hu spoke excitedly. At the same time, as the seven kingdoms paid respects to True Lord Lu, the matter of the miasma was also revealed.

For a time, the seven kingdoms were shaken.

Soon after, all the sects and clans jointly agreed to honor True Lord Lu, the Nascent Soul Cultivator, as their leader, and to migrate together to the Sea Abyss of Beasts.

“Old Hu, let us continue our preparations. Although this matter has delayed us for some time, we would have had to leave eventually.”

Lin Chang’an took a deep breath. He was not far from late Foundation Establishment, and he too ought to seek opportunities for Core Formation in broader skies.

Even Yun Yao had received orders to leave.

After all, the seven kingdoms were no longer livable.

More importantly, in such turbulent times, he was but an insignificant speck amidst the vast current.

No matter how much he worried, it was useless. It was better to focus on himself.

With the miasma riot, the cultivation world of the seven kingdoms was shaken.

Although the sects and clans of the seven kingdoms decided to migrate, they still left some forces behind.

After all, minor veins were still enough to support the cultivation of some Foundation Establishment cultivators.

In this great upheaval, the conflicts within the seven kingdoms instantly dissolved into peace.

…

Time passed. Half a year after True Lord Lu’s Nascent Soul breakthrough.

Inside Tianxuan City, the crowds had thinned. Countless rogue cultivators shook their heads, sighing reluctantly as they departed from this sanctuary of scattered cultivators.

“Let’s go. I hope I can return again in this lifetime.”

“Father, I heard according to ancient texts, the miasma won’t disperse for at least several centuries.”

“Shut up, brat, your father isn’t deaf.”

Who would have thought that a place once hailed as a sacred land of cultivation would, in the blink of an eye, be abandoned by countless cultivators.

This scene unfolded not only in Tianxuan City, but also in every place of dense spiritual energy held by the sects and clans.

For cultivators living in this era, the miasma riot was perhaps a misfortune.

But for the future, according to ancient records, the miasma accompanied the activity of the spiritual veins. After centuries, once the miasma faded and disappeared, the spiritual energy would ascend to a higher level.

This land would surely become a sacred ground for cultivation once again.

Therefore, those great sects and clans all arranged for Foundation Establishment cultivators to remain behind.

Juxian Tower.

“Who would have thought, after wandering for decades, I’d actually be returning again.”

With the miasma spreading, Tianxuan City was also among the targets. This time Shen Lie, Lu Qingqing, Li Erniu, and Wei Buyi gathered once more.

“Brother Lin, Qingqing and I plan to return to Qingshui Bay. With Fan’er and Yingying there, we’ll be safe.”

Shen Lie, Lu Qingqing, and Wei Buyi all smiled.

After braving countless storms in the cultivation world, in the end returning to Qingshui Bay was indeed a good destination.

Li Erniu also sighed in melancholy.

“The Zhou Family also plans to return to Qingzhu Mountain Marketplace. Yifan and I will pack up and leave as well.”

At the wine table, watching everyone prepare to leave, Lin Chang’an could not help but sigh softly.

“Truly, the affairs of the world are unpredictable. I thought I would be the first to depart, yet unexpectedly, it is all of you who will leave before me.”

This sudden upheaval affected many people.

But most were like Shen Lie, cultivators who only wished to live peaceful lives. They had no desire to go to the perilous Sea Abyss of Beasts.

It was better to return to their small hometowns. Though the spiritual energy there was much thinner, it was preferable to venturing far into unknown lands.

As for everyone’s choices, Lin Chang’an’s gathering with them this time was likely their last.

With age, Lin Chang’an had gradually grown accustomed to the comings and goings of life.

Until, after the farewell banquet, Lin Chang’an personally witnessed Shen Lie trembling as he shut down Juxian Tower. Before leaving, a reluctant glimmer of tears flashed in his eyes.

“Uncle Lin, I wish you eternal longevity in the Immortal Path.”

On the desolate street, Shen Fan and Wei Yingying, both Foundation Establishment cultivators, respectfully bade farewell, making Lin Chang’an nod lightly.

Only when the aged silhouette of his old friend disappeared from view did Lin Chang’an sigh softly.

“Gatherings and partings—so it is our time to leave as well.”

“Brother Lin, let’s go.”

From the shadows of Juxian Tower, Yun Yao’s figure appeared.

“Old Lin, we’ve packed everything up. Let’s go. The massive Spirit Ship outside has already begun boarding.”

In the distance, Old Hu strode over carelessly, his manner boisterous as ever.

Old Jia had not left. After all, he too wished for a stable life and naturally had no desire to enter the Sea Abyss of Beasts. Thus, he chose a small marketplace instead.

Now that the sects and great clans of the seven kingdoms had drawn out their elite forces to migrate, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he could still live comfortably in a small marketplace.

Old Ghost, He Yan, and Yun Yao—or rather, the cultivators of the Mystic Yin Sect—had no such choice.

“Let’s go!”

…

Half an hour later.

Hovering outside Tianxuan City, a massive flying vessel began checking identities for boarding.

“Fellow Daoists, please use your Identity Jade Tokens to queue up and board the Spirit Ship one by one.”

On the ship, Song Tingfeng, with his False Core cultivation, spoke in a deep and powerful voice.

Lin Chang’an and Old Hu already had Identity Jade Tokens. After inspection, they boarded the ship with ease.

Yun Yao and the others followed closely behind.

“Old Lin, have you noticed? Most of those boarding the Spirit Ship this time are mid-Foundation cultivators. Very few have brought their families.”

Once aboard, there were familiar faces and unfamiliar ones.

But without exception, among those choosing to go to the Sea Abyss of Beasts, few brought family.

Even those who did had considerable cultivation.

“Who would have thought that the Zhou Family would choose to return entirely to Qingzhu Mountain Marketplace.”

Before leaving, Zhou Bingyun came to see him off. This left Lin Chang’an silent, while Old Hu’s gaze shifted repeatedly between him and Yun Yao.

How could he not understand Zhou Bingyun’s intentions?

But his path was far from over; it was not yet time to stop.

So the two parted ways. Zhou Bingyun, wise as ever, offered a gentle smile and a blessing.

“Old Lin, don’t you think the Zhou Family is quite something? Their strength isn’t weak, yet not a single cultivator came here. They all returned together to their small marketplace.

Truly, the Zhou Family is just like that Guardian Spirit Beast of theirs.”

Old Hu sighed, his complicated eyes showing a trace of envy.

They were wanderers. Wherever they went, that became their home.

“Yes, the Zhou Family chose the path of stability. After all, heading into the Sea Abyss of Beasts, the future is uncertain. Not every cultivator clan is willing to take that risk.”

Standing on the Spirit Ship, gazing at the now lifeless Tianxuan City in the distance, Lin Chang’an’s eyes were filled with decades of memories here.

The bustling prosperity when he first arrived, the countless years of cultivation, the many events and acquaintances.

Memories flashed through his mind until he was drawn back to reality by the reluctant voices of cultivators on the ship.

“Look quickly! Tianxuan City has activated its formation.”

“That’s not the Mountain-protecting Formation—it’s a Concealment Formation, hiding Tianxuan City so that demon beasts won’t discover it.”

As Tianxuan City rose behind a formation barrier, it slowly vanished from sight, and the ship began to lift off.

They saw the full view below. Lin Chang’an also saw the migrating groups beneath.

The Zhou Family, as well as other clans.

When Tianxuan City was first established, these clans too had traveled thousands of miles to come here.

It was as if a cycle had come full circle.

“Brother Lin, this is the latest intelligence on the Sea Abyss of Beasts.”

Yun Yao came over at this moment. Her expression remained calm; she did not have Lin Chang’an’s deep attachment to Tianxuan City.

“Intelligence!?”

Lin Chang’an looked puzzled, but turning his head he saw that cultivators from Tianxuan City had already begun trading on the ship, selling sea charts and the latest intelligence on the Sea Abyss of Beasts.

This left Lin Chang’an speechless.

“One Spirit Stone a copy—they really know how to make a profit.”

Old Hu muttered loudly, yet still accepted the jade slip.

This intelligence slip was not being sold by the cultivators of Tianxuan City, but was the latest information from the Mystic Yin Sect.

As the ship ascended, the familiar land below grew blurrier. Countless cultivators withdrew their thoughts, returning one after another to their rooms.

Truly, one got what one paid for.

Pricey it was, but it was worth every stone.

Not only could they continue cultivating, but with a Nascent Soul cultivator overseeing them, the conditions were unmatched.

【Lifespan: 90/252】

“Seventy years of cultivation, and now I must leave this land behind.”

Seated cross-legged in his small cabin, Lin Chang’an took out the intelligence slip Yun Yao had given him, his eyes sinking into thought.

The situation in the Sea Abyss of Beasts was chaotic, but at the same time, the boundless ocean held endless resources.

“Ultimately, in the cultivation world, strength is what speaks. Ever since True Lord Lu formed his Nascent Soul, Lihuo Palace and Shensword Sect clearly suffered losses, yet who dared say a word?

Especially Lihuo Palace, after spending massive resources to buy spiritual veins—now they’ve never mentioned it again.”

Lin Chang’an had already witnessed the majesty of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Though still far from that realm, he believed that one day he too would achieve it.

“For now, it’s about reaching the destination, then finding a stable place to settle, advancing steadily to late Foundation Establishment, and from there planning for Core Formation!”

Lin Chang’an’s eyes glimmered. The Three-turn Core Condensation Art required demon cores—such items were considered strategic resources in the seven kingdoms.

But in the Sea Abyss of Beasts, they were abundant.

With the endless ocean’s resources, it was said that among Golden Core cultivators, some high-grade spirit items and demon cores were the hard currency of trade.

“And there’s also Yun Yao’s Third-rank Talisman Treasure Inheritance. First, I’ll need to find a place for closed-door cultivation, break through to late Foundation Establishment, and at the same time push my talisman craft to the third rank. Only then will I have some measure of certainty in my plans.”