Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1449: Chapter 672: The Development of the Primordial Secret Realm and the Ten-Thousand-Year Medicinal Garden

”Immortal Talisman?!”

Hearing this, Jiaochenyuan’s pupils contracted; no wonder it had been utterly unable to fight back.

So the thing that had captured it was actually an Immortal Talisman.

This Human cultivator was simply too despicable. They were both of the same tier, yet this fellow had mastered so many powerful methods—this was completely unreasonable.

If it were a bare-handed battle, it would never have lost.

Unfortunately, Humans were not that foolish, and naturally could not possibly be stupid enough to fight bare-handed with it.

But this alone was enough to prove the power of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

Compared to an organization, an individual’s strength still fell far, far short.

The greatest disadvantage for them Demon Beasts was that they had no super-organization.

Most likely the Primordial Talisman Sect would not permit the emergence of such an organization; before it even appeared, any such sprout would be wiped out.

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Several Hours later.

Tang Zirui returned to the Primordial Secret Realm via the Heaven-Reaching Bridge Talisman.

Now, the Primordial Secret Realm had already become the Holy Land of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

Basically, all High-tier Cultivators resided within the Primordial Secret Realm.

After all, this Secret Realm contained a Tier Eight Spirit Vein, its Spiritual Qi incomparably rich, and its expanse vast beyond measure.

It was enough to accommodate an enormous population.

Yet even so, ordinary Primordial Talisman Sect disciples still had no qualification to return to the Primordial Secret Realm.

The vast majority of disciples could only reside in the various great cities.

Only if their Cultivation advanced further, or they rendered enormous merit, could they come to the Primordial Secret Realm.

”So this is the Primordial Talisman Sect?”

”How can there be so many Medicinal Gardens?”

”Just how many Spirit Medicines have they planted?”

After Jiaochenyuan arrived in the Primordial Secret Realm, it immediately beheld an utterly astonishing scene.

It felt that the moment it stepped into the Primordial Secret Realm, the air around its body was filled to the brim with an almost congealed medicinal fragrance and Primordial Origin Qi; this was not the bitter austerity of mundane herbs, but a warm, mellow, Life Origin–laden sweetness. With a single breath, it felt as if its meridians were bathed in warm water; the Demonic Power in its Dantian surged like gently boiling soup, and even its Divine Soul became limpid and clear.

Raising its gaze, it saw that the Secret Realm had no boundaries; boundless Medicinal Gardens stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers, all the way to where they met the seven-colored Primordial light wheel at the horizon. It was impossible to tell whether the gardens had spread up into the clouds, or the light wheel had descended into this sea of medicines.

In the firmament above, that Primordial light wheel was not a single hue, but woven from seven colors—azure, crimson, yellow, white, black, purple, and gold. Its radiance was gentle yet weighty; every strand of light that fell was like the purest Spiritual Liquid, nourishing every inch of land below.

Beneath the light wheel, Spiritual Mist like gauze, like drifting fireflies, slowly floated about, at times condensing into Spirit Clouds, at times transforming into spiritual rain. Wherever the droplets fell, faint Spiritual Light would emerge from the soil—that was the trace of Spirit Veins mingling with Primordial Qi.

The ground of the Secret Realm was five-colored Breath Soil nurtured for millions of years by Primordial Qi, over a hundred zhang thick. The portions black as dark iron contained dense, chilling Spiritual Power and nourished Yin attribute Spirit Medicines;

those red as cinnabar bore the aura of Leaving Fire and suited Yang attribute herbs; the parts green as jade harbored the origin of Wood and were the ideal bed for the vast majority of Spirit Medicines;

the portions yellow as gilded metal condensed the heaviness of Earth, able to stabilize the roots of Spirit Medicines; those white as congealed frost hid the essence of Ice and nourished cold attribute Spirit Medicines.