I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 132 The Sovereign Descends Upon Mount Xuling

Zhang Yifan flew through the air, his clothes fluttering, his heart filled with longing and anticipation for Lingxu Mountain.

In his imagination, Lingxu Mountain must be a magnificent, profound, and renowned sect.

After all, the various legends he had heard along the way, as well as the mysterious name of its immortal cultivation sect ruins, attracted him like a magnet, making him unconsciously place great hopes on it.

That legendary ruin was like a mysterious palace containing endless treasures, waiting for him to open it, to explore its mysteries, and to obtain a precious opportunity that could change his path to immortality.

When he nimbly traversed through layers of clouds and finally arrived at the summit of Lingxu Mountain, the scene before him made him pause slightly in surprise.

He found that Lingxu Mountain was far less grand than he had imagined, and its architectural layout was relatively simple and unadorned, lacking the luxury and magnificence expected of a major sect. Clearly, it was merely a small cultivation sect.

Thinking back to the Lingyun Sword Sect where Zhang Yifan was, its territory was vast and boundless. On that vast land, there were numerous small sects of this size, densely packed together, probably numbering at least eight thousand if not ten thousand.

In comparison, Lingxu Mountain seemed utterly ordinary, like an insignificant grain of sand lost in the vast desert. Zhang Yifan stood quietly atop the mountain, his expression serene, yet a thoughtful glint appeared in his deep eyes.

He closed his eyes slightly, mobilized the abundant spiritual power within his body, and released the incomparably powerful divine sense of the Nascent Soul realm. This divine sense was like an invisible wave, surging and spreading outwards, quickly sweeping across the entire Lingxu Mountain with him as the center.

Under the meticulous probing of his divine sense, every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile of Lingxu Mountain was clearly revealed to him.

He discovered that deep within this sect, there was a cultivator whose aura was the strongest.

However, even so, his cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Based on the frequency of the aura fluctuations and the location of the person, Zhang Yifan could determine that this person should be the sect leader of Xuling Mountain.

At this moment, the sect leader was sitting on a futon in a secret room deep within the sect, completely immersed in his secluded cultivation.

Inside the secret chamber, the light of spiritual energy flickered faintly, surrounding him. He attempted to use the tranquil environment and his own efforts to break through the bottleneck in front of him, thereby elevating his cultivation level to a higher level.

Besides the sect leader, Zhang Yifan also sensed the auras of three other cultivators.

Their cultivation levels were all at the late Foundation Establishment stage, making them quite formidable figures in this small Void Spirit Mountain.

One of the elders was meditating in his residence, surrounded by various cultivation manuals and magical artifacts. He was closing his eyes and contemplating the mysteries of spiritual power.

Another elder was in the sect's council hall, handling some of the sect's daily affairs. He would sometimes frown and sometimes nod, carefully reviewing the files in his hands to maintain the basic operation of the sect.

There was another elder in the sect's herb garden, carefully tending to the rare spiritual herbs and medicines. His eyes were full of love and focus. These spiritual herbs and medicines were extremely important resources for the sect.

Just as Zhang Yifan's divine sense had almost completely explored Lingxu Mountain, he intentionally or unintentionally released a trace of the unique pressure of a Nascent Soul expert.

This oppressive aura, though only a fraction of his immense power, was as tangible as a dark cloud, instantly enveloping the entire Lingxu Mountain.

In an instant, the protective array of Lingxu Mountain sensed this powerful external pressure, and the array patterns began to flicker violently, the light like dazzling stars dancing around the array base.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Lingxu Mountain began to shake violently, as if it had been hit by a massive earthquake.

Huge boulders tumbled down from the mountain peaks, crashing into the valley with a deafening roar and raising clouds of dust.

The trees in the mountains were also shaking violently, their branches and leaves rustling. Some trees with shallow roots were even uprooted and fell to the ground haphazardly.

Wang Xuling, the head of the Xuling Mountain sect, was in seclusion in a secret chamber, immersed in the tranquil world of cultivation. His divine sense flowed slowly through his body, sensing the subtle changes in spiritual energy, trying to capture that opportunity for a breakthrough.

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful spiritual pressure swept towards him like a surging tide, instantly shattering his tranquil cultivation.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing in them. After all, being interrupted from secluded cultivation was an extremely unpleasant thing for any cultivator.

He was already secretly brewing anger in his heart, planning to curse loudly to vent his dissatisfaction.

However, just a moment later, his keen senses detected that the oppressive aura contained the powerful strength of a Nascent Soul level cultivator. This discovery was like a bombshell dropped into his heart, leaving him utterly astonished.

He knew that a Nascent Soul Realm expert was like a god to their small Void Spirit Mountain, and their power was far beyond his ability to contend with.

So he quickly suppressed his anger and used a telepathic technique to inform the three elders of Lingxu Mountain.

His voice transmission carried a hint of anxiety and tension:

"Three elders, hurry to the mountaintop! A Nascent Soul senior has arrived; you must not be negligent in the slightest!"

The three elders, having received the sect leader's message, dared not hesitate or slack off in the slightest.

They immediately stopped what they were doing and hurriedly headed to the top of the mountain.

Among them, the elder who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes, and with a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the mountaintop.

The elder in the council hall hurriedly put away the documents, gave a few instructions to his disciples, and then quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.

Meanwhile, the elders in the herb garden carefully arranged the spiritual herbs and medicines in their hands before taking flight and flying towards the mountaintop.

Soon, Wang Xuling appeared before Zhang Yifan along with three elders.

Their faces were filled with awe, a deep fear and respect for the strong.

The four stood in a neat row, hands clasped in front of them, and bowed respectfully to Zhang Yifan.

Wang Xuling spoke first:

"Wang Xuling, the sect leader of Xuling Mountain, along with three elders of the Xuling Sect, pays his respects to the senior. May we ask what brings the senior to Xuling Mountain?"

His voice trembled slightly. Although he tried his best to remain calm, the invisible pressure from the Nascent Soul expert made it difficult for him to completely hide his inner tension and unease.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he dared not look Zhang Yifan in the eye, but kept his head down, respectfully waiting for Zhang Yifan's response.

The three elders stood to the side, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

They were also filled with awe, knowing that the actions of this Nascent Soul Realm expert could determine the fate of the entire sect.

Under this immense pressure, they felt as if they were a small boat in a raging storm, insignificant and helpless, and could only hope that this senior meant no harm; otherwise, their little Void Spirit Mountain would be doomed.