Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 1107 - 482: Time Reversal, Sitting at the Last Seat (Part 2)

Chapter 1107: Chapter 482: Time Reversal, Sitting at the Last Seat (Part 2)

"As I said, we all belong to Daoist Lu Yao’s group."

No one spoke.

"Alright, because the era we are going to is fake."

"Of course we know it’s fake!"

White Bone Demon Ancestor spoke impatiently.

Zheng Fa also agreed in his heart. Frankly speaking, what they were entering was a memory slice of the Fusang Wood, not truly returning to ancient times.

"The Fusang Wood has already fallen, and now the space-time is extremely fragile."

"..."

White Bone Demon Ancestor paused, then understood: "It cannot withstand the aftereffects of duels?"

"Precisely."

No wonder this Creation Taoist called for a cessation of dueling upon meeting.

According to this explanation, if they were to casually fight, it would easily shatter this illusionary space-time, causing everyone to lose this opportunity.

Creation Taoist shook his horsetail whisk, his gaze sweeping across everyone’s face: "I wonder what you all think?"

After a moment of silence, surprisingly, the fiercest-looking Golden Winged Great Peng spoke: "I have no objections."

White Lotus Monk from Leiyin Temple showed a compassionate smile and softly said, "This humble monk dislikes strife; such is good."

The others also nodded lightly.

All were here to benefit, who wanted to ruin the chance?

Even the elder of the Lu Clan deliberately avoided looking at Zheng Fa at this moment.

Zheng Fa also nodded; naturally, he was eager for this.

Seeing everyone agree, Creation Taoist appeared extremely pleased and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, you are all true cultivators who understand reason; in my humble temple, there’s nothing grand to offer."

He pointed to the jade boxes on each low table, warmly introduced: "I only refined a few pills myself as a modest gesture."

Everyone exchanged glances; White Lotus Monk put his hands together, thanked the Creation Taoist, and gently opened the jade box in front of him.

Others peeked over, their faces changing color.

Inside the jade box lay an infant with skin of rosy whiteness!

Yet, the infant was no longer than half a palm, eyes closed, long eyelashes resting on the face, limbs like lotus roots, plump and rounded.

White Bone Demon Ancestor let out a hoarse laugh: "Is this the pill you’ve refined?"

Creation Taoist also opened the jade box on his table, pinching the infant between his index and thumb, gesturing towards Zheng Fa and others, and said: "This is the Grass Returning Pill, my unique recipe, refined using the spirit grass from my temple, consuming it has limitless benefits."

Saying this, he opened his mouth, his two rows of cold teeth like cutting blades, slicing off one arm of the infant in front of him.

"Wah!"

A piercing cry of pain erupted from his fingertips, yet he seemed indifferent, chewing the little thing into pieces and swallowing it with a satisfied expression.

Seeing others unmoving, he grinned, his gums with white shards, urging Zheng Fa: "Eat, consume this Grass Returning Pill, it will increase a thousand years of cultivation!"

Zheng Fa looked down at the jade box, without any intention of opening it.

Not just him, no one in the hall was making a move, even the Gu God who loved eating humans the most seemed oddly picky.

Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to consume humans, but since childhood cultivators had a beneficial habit, the most important rule being not to randomly eat pills given by others when outside.

The Grass Returning Pill appeared too bizarre, and the Creation Taoist’s intentions were even more mysterious; who wouldn’t keep an eye out?

Seeing them so cautious, Creation Taoist shook his head, lamenting: "Eyes but no pearls, eyes but no pearls!"

He didn’t press the matter but called out:

"Qingfeng! Take the Grass Returning Pills back and store them well."

"Yes!"

Qingfeng, accompanied by Ming Yue, walked in from the door, holding the jade boxes from everyone’s table, swallowing, and said: "Master, may I..."

"Greedy! The next batch will have enough for you!"

"Yes!"

Watching the two Daoists leave the main hall, Zheng Fa felt some surprise in his heart; could this Grass Returning Pill truly be something beneficial?

After that, the mood in the main hall turned cold, even the host Creation Taoist seemed infuriated, and spoke no more.

The crowd sat in the hall, watching as the nine Golden Crows crossed the sky again and again, while within the Nine Luminaries Heaven, the weather shifted dramatically.

No one knew how much time had passed when the nine Golden Crows suddenly came to a halt in the firmament, loudly cawing in unison before scattering into specks of golden light, showering upon the earth.

"It’s here."

The Creation Taoist, unnoticed until then, stood at the doorway, gazing upwards at the sky with fervent eyes.

Zheng Fa looked towards the ground, astonished to find there were no signs of civilization left, not a soul in sight—only the dark, vast forest and fields overgrown with wild grass.

In the distance, the Immortal Mountain, where the divine beings had been moments ago, was now shrouded in a powerful Demon Qi.

Although he knew everything before him was an illusion, Zheng Fa felt convinced this mountain’s demon beasts were stronger than a Golden Winged Great Peng!

Is this the Ancient Immortal Realm?

Why does it feel somewhat off?

Just as Zheng Fa’s mind pondered over these doubts, an imposing voice suddenly rang from the heavens:

"I am Hong Jun, born at the beginning of Primordial Chaos, bestowed with the Creation Jade Disc, understanding the mysteries of the Dao. Now, sensing the primal beings’ ignorance of the cosmic order, I shall open a sermon at the Purple Cloud Palace, teaching the Primordial Method and imparting the truths of the Heavenly Dao. All who are destined may come and listen."

Zheng Fa stood in the main hall, utterly bemused, where had he been brought now?

Looking up, he felt the Chaos in the sky pressing down heavily, the Chaos Qi churning ceaselessly like a cauldron of boiling black rice porridge.

Suddenly, a purple light split the skies and landed before the crowd, resembling a pathway.

While everyone hesitated, the Creation Taoist seemed prepared, lightly flicking his horsetail whisk and speaking without looking back: "I shall go first!"

With that, he flickered into the purple light, wobbling as he flew towards the Chaos.

The rest exchanged glances, then the Golden Winged Great Peng sneered and spread its wings, flying into the Chaos too, closely followed by the White Lotus Monk.

Zheng Fa hesitated no longer, joining the Gu God and others as they entered the range enveloped by the purple light.

He felt as if someone were lifting his legs and pushing him forward from behind.

As they passed through the rolling Chaos Qi, Zheng Fa finally glimpsed a towering and ancient palace.

The palace gates were wide open, with no beams or pillars inside, only three thousand floating meditation mats, with seven at the forefront surrounded by a swirling purple aura, appearing remarkably dignified.

Nearly three thousand Great Powers sat on the mats, seemingly awaiting them.

Zheng Fa suddenly understood, this was not the real scene of the Purple Cloud Palace’s sermon, but an illusion conjured by Fusang Wood—otherwise, how did they all fit in?

These people were just like NPCs, while Zheng Fa and the other fourteen were the players. Only upon their arrival did the sermon truly begin.

As he pondered, a sudden immense force pushed from behind, sending Zheng Fa staggering onto an empty meditation mat.

Looking up, he realized he was seated nearly at the very end, closest to the palace entrance’s rear.

As soon as he sat on the mat, a piece of information was introduced into his Sea of Consciousness, and Zheng Fa immediately understood—his seating position depended partly on his current cultivation level and partly on his understanding of the sermon’s content, in essence, what cultivators call Taoist Practice.

He looked forward and saw that the Creation Taoist and others were positioned much further ahead than he was.

The Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor were in the middle row, the Golden Winged Great Peng around the first thousand, while for unknown reasons, the Creation Taoist was seated beyond the seven mats.

What surprised him even more was the White Lotus Monk’s seating—he was next to the seven mats, and two people in front of him were also attired as monks.

The trio, including the Golden Winged Great Peng, relied on their own cultivation.

This Creation Taoist was truly unfathomable, Zheng Fa couldn’t see through him at all; his words were full of hidden meanings, prompting vigilance.

But as for the White Lotus... was he a man of connections or simply exceptionally cultivated?

And as for himself—having yet to achieve Dao Fruit, he could only humbly accompany the lower seats. Turning back, he suddenly laughed.

The Lu Clan’s eight Divinity Transformation cultivators sat behind him, glaring at him, their expressions dark.

Seeing him laugh, the Lu Clan’s elder coldly said: "Shi Nandang, don’t be smug! After the sermon, we shall see who ranks ahead and who ranks behind!"

Zheng Fa chuckled softly, disdainful of responding, merely glancing back towards the seven meditation mats.

The Lu Clan’s elder had a point; it seemed like Fusang Wood must have set rules—the position on the mats wasn’t fixed—following each sermon, positions would be reordered based on cultivation and understanding.

Until the third sermon...

Zheng Fa stared at the foremost seven mats, realizing that six had occupants already, revealing only their backs.

The last one was empty.

Ultimately, the one seated on this seventh mat would acquire the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Now he understood what Lu Yao had meant—Hongmeng Purple Qi’s master, destined since the beginning.

Zheng Fa felt the nostalgia devouring him; this trial wasn’t about a duel—it was about damn grades, publicly ranking everyone!