Chapter 915

Chapter 915: Advance to a Quasi-Immortal

The Hurricane Valley is always filled with strange winds—sometimes icy, sometimes fiery, at times as gentle as a spring breeze, and at other times as destructive as the collapse of the heavens and earth.

In the valley, there are strange creatures, transparent like flying fish, swimming through the winds as if they were in an ocean.

But all of this disappeared the moment Hidden Spirit Island arrived.

Xu Fan had Hidden Spirit Island block the eye of the storm directly.

“Grape, accelerate time for me. I need to advance to a Quasi-Immortal,” Xu Fan said as he appeared in the small world created for time acceleration within the Source Realm.

His voice carried a hint of excitement. After all, becoming a Quasi-Immortal meant stepping into the realm of immortals.

It was the transition from the mortal path to the path of immortality, opening up a whole new world.

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, in the Power of the Giant City, several true immortals gathered with grave expressions.

“Having an outside force enter the Giant City at this time—who knows if it’s good or bad,” one true immortal sighed.

“Whether it’s good or bad, we’ll have to face it regardless.”

“We were reckless back then when we made enemies with the Earth Wood Tribe,” said a woman in a pink long dress, her face showing a trace of regret.

“Driven by greed, we old-timers, stuck in the true immortal realm for hundreds of thousands of years, saw a glimmer of hope and couldn’t help but go all out,” said the leading true immortal, a tall and imposing figure whose heavy armor seemed to conceal boundless strength.

“The inheritance of the Great Luo Saint’s path aligns perfectly with our cultivation. Even with our poor qualifications, we might still produce a Golden Immortal.”

“Whether for justice or personal reasons, those true immortals from the Earth Wood Tribe deserved their fate. It’s just a shame one of them escaped.”

“Now, the Earth Wood Tribe’s forces are approaching, and they have a Golden Immortal among them. We can’t hold them off,” the woman in the pink dress said.

“If we seek help from other giant cities, we won’t be able to protect the inheritance of the Great Luo Saint.”

As they spoke, the sky above Hidden Spirit Island was suddenly covered by a massive compass.

On the compass, various manifestations of the wide road appeared—the five elements, yin and yang, reincarnation, chaos, time, and space.

The compass was divided into three thousand zones by the scriptures of the wide road.

Some zones were blurred, while others clearly displayed the forms of the wide road.

At that moment, all the sect’s disciples looked up at the sky, their mouths hanging open in awe.

They could feel hundreds of manifestations of the wide road beginning to shift toward the path to immortality.

The aura radiating from these many paths made all the disciples tremble with awe.

Then, the Three Thousand Paths Compass emitted a profound sound, as if narrating the creation of heaven and earth.

On the compass, the section representing the chaotic wide road lit up.

The disciples gazed at the sky, entranced, as if they had fully comprehended the essence of chaos under the guidance of the Sound of the Great Dao.

Next, the sections representing time and space lit up, and the sound shifted, unfolding the mysteries of time and space within its resonance.

Within the sect, several disciples who specialized in the essence of the space wide road suddenly glowed with spiritual light. Pillars of light rose from their bodies, shooting toward the Three Thousand Paths Compass and precisely landing on the section representing the essence of the space wide road.

Ten days later, the Cycle Road lit up, and a gray light column rose from Li Xingci.

As time went on, every ten days a new Sound of the Great Dao emerged, lighting up the corresponding path.

Every disciple connected to each path had a light column burst from their bodies, and their consciousness seemed to enter a fantastical space.

In this space, they became the embodiments of the Great Dao, growing stronger from birth, experiencing it all as if they were truly there.

This continued for three years until the Sound of the Great Dao in the sky finally stopped.

The Three Thousand Paths Compass that enveloped Hidden Spirit Island returned to Xu Fan’s body.

A surge of celestial energy burst from Xu Fan, his every movement seemingly carrying the power to shatter space.

“Grape, how long did my breakthrough take?” Xu Fan asked, opening his eyes as he sat cross-legged in the small dojo on the main peak.

It felt like a moment, yet also like an eternity, making Xu Fan lose track of time.

“Only a quarter of an hour has passed in the outside world; Hidden Spirit Island experienced three years of time acceleration.”

Xu Fan gently raised his hand, and the shrunken Three Thousand Paths Compass appeared in his palm.

“I can’t believe I actually condensed the Three Thousand Paths Compass,” Xu Fan said, a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

To advance to a Quasi-Immortal, one must condense their own manifestation of the Great Dao. The greater the power, the deeper the profundity, and the greater the future potential.

Originally, Xu Fan just wanted to condense a small compass with three hundred sixty paths, which would be enough for his control.

But during the process, he made a small mistake by offering up a trace of his true spirit origin, unexpectedly forming the Three Thousand Paths Compass automatically.

Xu Fan stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the disciples below the main peak who were lost in a trance, and smiled gently.

“From now on, I am an immortal!”

His voice echoed throughout Hidden Spirit Island.

“A Quasi-Immortal’s limit is ninety thousand years, while true immortals have three hundred sixty thousand years; there’s no rush,” Xu Fan said softly to the disciples of Hidden Spirit Island.

Entering the Immortal Realm was like stepping out of the beginner village and into the vast map, where he could easily find a secluded spot to hide.

Three hundred sixty thousand years is neither too much nor too little; whether or not he had a way to accelerate time, Xu Fan was confident he could nurture several Golden Immortals, or even Great Luo beings, for he had seen the landscapes there.

With a light wave of his hand, over one hundred thousand disciples and members of the Outer Sect’s demon division returned to their own caves.

The Sound of the Great Dao from his Three Thousand Paths Compass was so powerful that those who heard it would likely take decades to awaken.

At that moment, a voice rang out.

“Disciples respectfully congratulate the Grand Elder on advancing to a Quasi-Immortal.” A disciple in a white robe appeared before Xu Fan through the sect’s teleportation formation.

“Zhang Xueling, I can’t believe you’ve woken up!” Xu Fan said, surprised.

This low-profile disciple was someone Xu Fan felt he had nearly forgotten.

“My primary path has reached its peak, and there’s nothing more to comprehend,” Zhang Xueling said respectfully.

“Aren’t you interested in exploring other paths?” Xu Fan asked, satisfied.

“I dare not; I fear that I might get trapped in them forever,” Zhang Xueling replied, a tone of relief in his voice.

“Knowing when to advance and retreat is commendable; in the future, you will undoubtedly have a place among the Golden Immortals in the sect,” Xu Fan nodded.

“Thank you for your praise, Grand Elder.”

“Since you are the only one who has awakened, the task of exploring the outside world falls to you.”

“I didn’t pay attention to you for so many years, yet you’ve surprised me like this,” Xu Fan said, sensing the aura around Zhang Xueling.

At that moment, under the fortunate circumstances of the Great Dao’s sound, Zhang Xueling had stepped into the Great Ascension stage of the supreme realm.

Though it was just the initial stage, it was enough for self-preservation in an area without Golden Immortals.

This was why Xu Fan entrusted the task to him.

With only two active members in the sect, he, as the Grand Elder, couldn’t undertake tasks personally.