Li Hui had a dream, in which he returned to his childhood. At that time, both his father and mother were still alive. His father was a fifth-level cultivator of the Refining Qi period, and his mother was a sixth-level cultivator of the Refining Qi period. The three of them lived in Ling Xiao City, and his parents often went into the mountains to collect some spiritual herbs, which they would sell in the market to exchange for daily necessities. Every time they came back from selling the spiritual herbs, they would bring back some candies that Li Hui liked to eat. Sometimes, they would also bring back a nice little outfit. Although life was tough, it was still warm and cozy.

  As Li Hui grew older, his parents went into the mountains to gather herbs more and more frequently, often not returning for three or four days. At that time, Li Hui had already begun practicing the family's "Ground Splitting Technique", every day when his parents were about to return, he would stop practicing, standing alone at the entrance of their home, staring blankly at the narrow alley where his parents would always walk through, waiting for their figures to appear.

  That spring afternoon when Li Hui was ten years old, he still leaned against the door frame looking in the direction his parents would return from. Until the sun sank to the west and the sky began to darken, his parents' figures had yet to appear. Just as Li Hui was about to turn around disappointedly, a group of people suddenly appeared at the end of the long street, hurrying along.

  Li Hui recognized that it was several monks who often accompanied his parents into the mountains, and he couldn't help but jump up excitedly. But soon his heart sank again. Because as the group of people walked closer and closer, there was no sign of his parents among them. It seemed that this group of people were carrying two stretchers made of branches.

  The group of people got closer and closer, walking straight to his home. He had already seen that the people on the stretcher were his father and mother.

  "No!" Li Hui exclaimed, opening his eyes. It was just a dream, and sweat covered his entire forehead. Li Hui slowly sat up, this was already the countless time he had dreamed of the scene when his parents left the world at the age of ten.

  Li Hui used his hands to prop himself up, wanting to sit up, but a sharp pain like tearing came from his chest and left arm, this pain made Li Hui sober.

  "Where is this?" Li Hui looked around his surroundings in confusion.

  Looking around, I found myself standing on a vast stone plaza, dozens of meters in diameter. In front of me stood a majestic grand hall.

  "I was picking herbs in the mountains, when I encountered an iron-backed wolf. Then I was injured by the iron-backed wolf... and then it seems that while falling, I fell into a deep pit!" Li Hui slowly recalled the events before, thinking of this, he quickly lifted his head to look up, but only saw a grayish sky that couldn't be seen clearly.

  Lowering his head to examine his body, he found that the chest had been scratched by Tie Bei Lang's sharp claws with deep gashes. At this moment, it was no longer bleeding and had scabbed over, looking like a few ferocious centipedes crawling on his chest. The wound on his left arm had also scabbed over, but even slight movements still sent waves of intense pain.

  The medicine basket on his back was gone, and the jade box containing the Golden Lotus in his arms had also shattered. Fortunately, the Golden Lotus itself was not damaged.

  Enduring intense pain, Li Hui slowly got up and walked towards the direction of the main hall with a mind full of doubts.

  As soon as he moved his feet, the wounds on his body were pulled, and Li Hui gritted his teeth in pain, biting his teeth and walking slowly step by step.

  Li Hui walked for nearly a minute on the dozens of meters long road.

  Standing under the grand hall seen earlier, I feel that the momentum of the grand hall is extraordinary. The grand hall is about 10 zhang high and 30 zhang wide, with a simple and elegant shape. In the center of the grand hall hangs a huge plaque, inscribed with four ancient and majestic characters: "Yuán Huǎng Xiān Fǔ".

  "Good calligraphy!" Li Hui couldn't help but exclaim, and he stared at the large characters in admiration.

  He only felt that every stroke and every line was as sharp as a sword, revealing a sense of solemn killing. Gradually, Li Hui's eyes became dizzy and his mind was completely absorbed by the murderous intent in the characters.

  The cold eyes and humiliation he had suffered in the past, being bullied and despised by street thugs... these memories floated up one after another in Li Hui's mind!

  "Kill!" Li Hui's eyes turned bloodshot, his gaze ferocious and terrifying, as if a fierce beast had gone mad, he let out a loud roar to the sky, waving his arms wildly, like a lunatic.

  A sharp, tearing pain shot through his chest, the wound reopening and fresh blood gushing out. Li Hui seemed to have been struck by a hammer, his eyes momentarily losing their luster before gradually clearing up again.

  "What's wrong with me?" Li Hui's eyes were filled with confusion.

  Just now, he felt in a trance that his great way was accomplished, holding the immortal sword, looking down on the world, and those who had humiliated him were all crawling under his feet like ants, at his mercy. Fortunately, as his arm swung, it pulled on the wound, and the severe pain reached his heart, which brought him back from his illusion.

  Li Hui's forehead was covered in sweat as he thought about this. He thought that just a few words could have such a captivating power, and he didn't dare to stare at it again.

  The master who wrote the inscription had no intention of harming anyone, but Li Hui's cultivation was too low and his heart was weak, so he was affected by the sword intent in the calligraphy and fell into a state of confusion.

  "This must be the place where a senior cultivates in seclusion, but I don't know how I accidentally intruded here. If this senior blames me, it will be bad." Li Hui guessed his location in his heart, thinking of this, he stood up straight, slightly bowed and saluted, saying loudly: "Junior inadvertently entered the senior's immortal mansion blessed land, hoping for the senior to forgive!"

  After waiting for half a stick of incense, there was still no response. Li Hui looked around in confusion, the empty Qing stone square had only himself standing under the grand hall.

  "Could it be that the master of this place is not in, or is this a deserted immortal mansion?" Li Hui thought to himself, his body unconsciously taking a few steps forward, his hand resting on the high, grayish-blue gate made of some unknown material.

  As soon as his hand touched the big gate, a green light suddenly appeared on the dark grey gate, enveloping Li Hui, and then Li Hui disappeared in place.

  Li Hui looked around in a daze, this place seemed to be a grand hall for receiving guests, but there was no host, and the only guest was probably himself.

  The entire hall was exceptionally spacious, with a width of over ten zhang on either side and a depth of more than twenty zhang. In the center of the hall stood a nine-level platform, upon which rested an ancient, dark green wooden desk. On either side of the hall, every three zhang apart, stood smaller desks.

  Li Hui stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at this simple and unadorned grand hall, yet a feeling of insignificance arose from the bottom of his heart.

  The four walls of the grand hall were inlaid with a fist-sized night pearl every zhang, illuminating the entire hall.

  After hesitating for a long time, Li Hui finally made up his mind and walked towards the central stairs of the grand hall. As he stepped onto the stairs, he found a white jade slip placed on the jade table.

  This jade slip is generally used for storing information and is one of the most commonly used items in the Cultivation Realm, equivalent to paper in the secular world.

  After hesitating for a long time, Li Hui finally picked up the jade slip and stuck it to his forehead, concentrating his mind to probe into the jade slip. With Li Hui's current cultivation level, he had not yet cultivated out his divine sense, so he could only place the jade slip on his forehead and enter with his mind to detect information.

  It wasn't until half a time had passed that Li Hui finally put down the jade slip, his face filled with surprise and delight.

  According to the jade slip, this is a cave left behind by a Xian named Yuan Huan.

  The Scattered Immortal, also known as the Earthly Immortal, is the most powerful existence in this world. Cultivators who cultivate to a certain realm must pass through the tribulation of flying ascension, leaving this world and going to the legendary immortal realm. If they fail to pass through the tribulation of flying ascension, they will disperse into Scattered Immortals.

  The realm of the Cultivator is divided into six realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Tribulation Crossing, and Great Completion. Each realm, except for the Qi Refining period and the Great Completion period, is further divided into three small realms: Early Stage, Middle Stage, and Late Stage.

  The Qi-refining stage is divided into nine layers. Only when the ninth layer of the Qi-refining stage is fully completed can one attempt to lay the foundation, and only if the foundation is successfully laid can one be considered to have truly embarked on the path of cultivating truth.

  And each boundary upgrade means an increase in lifespan. The lifespan of a cultivator in the Refining Qi period is slightly longer than that of an ordinary person, while those in the Building Foundation period can have a lifespan of 200 years. Once they achieve the Golden Elixir, they can have a lifespan of 500 years, and if they successfully condense the Primordial Infant, they can live for thousands of years.

  In theory, the lifespan of a cultivator in the Tribulation period is already endless. During the mid-Tribulation period, one will sense the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension. After passing the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension, it is the late Tribulation period. The spiritual energy within the body will transform into Immortal Energy. Once the spiritual energy within the body has completely transformed into Immortal Energy, one can directly ascend to the Immortal Realm.

  At any time during the period of great accomplishment, a master can ascend to heaven. After ascending to heaven, one truly transcends the cycle of birth and death and lives as long as heaven and earth.

  But once unable to cross the heavenly tribulation, the soldier dissolves into a scattered immortal, then faces the scattered immortal's calamity that occurs once every thousand years. After passing through nine scattered immortal calamities, one can ascend to the realm of immortals.

  Yuan Hua True Man was a loose immortal who had gone through eight calamities of the scattered immortals. The calamity of the scattered immortals, one more terrible than the last, Yuan Hua True Man did not have the confidence to pass the ninth calamity of the scattered immortals, so before the arrival of the ninth calamity of the scattered immortals, he left behind this immortal mansion, hoping that there would be someone with fate who could inherit his Dao lineage.

  Following the directions on the jade tablet, Li Hui walked towards a corridor to the left of the jade case that led to the back, and after passing through the corridor, he came to an inner courtyard surrounded by houses on all sides. In the center of the courtyard was a small medicinal garden, from which wafted a strong fragrance of medicine.

  "Zi Fu Ling, Qian Ji Cao, Huang Jing, Qian Huan Teng......" Li Hui looked at the medicinal plants in the garden with delight, which were rarely seen outside and only appeared in some medicinal material classics. There were many that he didn't recognize. And each of these spiritual medicines had a history of over a thousand years!

  Suppressing the urge to rush over and collect all the medicinal materials, Li Hui walked towards the house in the northwest direction of the medicine garden. According to the introduction on the jade slip, this was Yuan Huan's bedroom, and the most important thing he left for future generations was placed inside this room.

  With a gentle push, Li Hui entered the bedroom of Yuan Huazhen. The room was not large, with only one bed made of an unknown material that resembled stone and jade, and a desk made of green jade. On the desk were placed an incense burner and several jade slips.

  Li Hui picked up a jade slip and stuck it on his forehead, instantly a message entered his mind.

  "In my youth, I made a name for myself with the sword. At 15 years old, I wielded my sword in Jianghu, visiting famous swordsmen to challenge them and reveal my sharpness. By 20 years old, my reputation had taken flight, and few could match me. By 30 years old, there was no one left under heaven who could contend with me."

  At that time, I had already reached the realm of Xiantian, but even with my whole heart devoted to cultivating the sword path, there was no further progress. According to legend, there is a Sword Immortal who can control his sword to kill people thousands of miles away, so I set foot on famous mountains to search for him...

  It wasn't until an hour later that Li Hui finally removed the jade slip from his forehead and put it back on the table, his face full of shock and admiration.

  Originally, Yuan Huaoren was a worldly swordsman. He became famous at a young age and by the time he was thirty, he was already invincible in the world. Then he traveled to famous mountains, hoping to find the legendary sword immortal who could kill people with his sword from a thousand miles away.

  Later, I inadvertently found a Xianmen sect and discovered that I was indeed a frog at the bottom of the well. The so-called pre-heavenly realm in the mortal world is only the lowest level of Qi-refining in the Xianmen world.

  Yuan Hao then joined this immortal sect, only to discover that his so-called innate talent in the mortal martial world was actually just a useless spiritual root that wasn't even worthy of consideration among cultivators.