Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1345 - 622: Two Hundred Years of Primordial Talisman Sect’s Development, Time Flies

Ten years later.While Jiang Fan was in seclusion in the Spirit Ruins Realm, a decade passed in the blink of an eye.

However, a hundred years had passed in the Void Realm.

Compared to the last time, it was over two hundred years.

For mortals, and even ordinary cultivators, who knows how many generations had come and gone.

During this time, the Primordial Talisman Sect naturally experienced rapid development.

More importantly, the Void Realm also underwent significant changes.

At this moment, on the Southern Continent, in a certain mountain range, an Ancient Secret Realm lay concealed.

It’s called the Spirit Valley Secret Realm.

This place was originally a small secret realm hidden in a spatial gap; though its scale was modest in the Ancient Era, it was a pure land rich in Gathering Spirit and storing legacies. However, during the Ancient Era, it underwent an extremely brutal slaughter, leaving it in ruins and devastation.

The spirit-pattern stone gate at the secret realm’s entrance leaned halfway, the Gathering Spirit script engraved on it shattered like a spider web, and the faint blue spiritual light flickered intermittently. Occasional small space ripples would burst open, revealing the outside’s turbid mortal air—

The fundamental array sustaining the secret realm had long been broken, with spiritual qi continuously leaking out through the cracks. The air held only a thin mix of spiritual aura, interspersed with smoke, blood, and remnants of shattered magical treasures.

Inside was a scorched spirit field; the once lush spirit grass and half-mature spirit valley were all burnt, leaving only charred roots embedded in the cracked spiritual soil. The surface was covered with sword marks, palm prints, and black spots scorched by alchemical fire, with a few sunken pits still harboring faint gold, deep blue, and bright red remnants of magical treasures, which tingled with spiritual power upon touch, evidence of high-tier magical treasure collisions.

The small blue stone hall at the center of the secret realm had completely collapsed, with a half door slanted into the ground. The protective runes on the door had peeled off entirely, and where the hall pillars broke, it was as smooth as a mirror, severed by a sharp sword qi;

Inside the hall, the remaining jade table and pill furnace were shattered, with charred herbal residue mixed with broken jade and scattered runes littering the floor. Several partially burnt communication talismans shriveled into charcoal, devoid of any spiritual light.

Lying on the ground were several incomplete corpses, including the skeletal remains of cultivators in daoist robes, with broken flying sword fragments and darkened poison needles embedded in their bones. There were also scorched remnants of demon beasts, with shattered scales and broken claws, and near the bones lay a half piece of a rust-stained magic sword, fragments of damaged spirit armor, and a storage bag devoid of spiritual light—the battle was so fierce that even personal magical artifacts were all destroyed.

Occasional pale white spiritual qi turbulence swept across the sky above the secret realm, scattering the once encircling spiritual mist, revealing the gray and hazy edges of the void. Several small spatial fissures continually exhaled chilling gales, emitting faint whimpering sounds. Occasionally, the remaining spirit wood tilted and slanted, with branches broken, and the few remaining spirit leaves dry and curled, bereft of their former spiritual luster.

The reason these corpses hadn’t turned to dust due to the passage of time,

was actually due to the Heavenly Dao of the Void Realm.

It had concealed all of the Ancient Secret Realms deep within the void, causing the time in these secret realms to come to a standstill.

Until now, it had finally expelled all these Ancient Secret Realms from the void rifts.

That was why such an effect occurred.

At this moment, in the deepest part of this broken palace, within a hidden quiet chamber, there appeared a coffin.

And inside the coffin lay a quiet, young daoist.

The Life Source Stone on his body had shattered at this moment, breaking into pieces.

Just like that, a mysterious daoist awoke from this Ancient Secret Realm.

His name was Tang Zirui, from the Ancient Era of the Void Realm, a disciple of the Primordial Talisman Sect, and his cultivation had reached the Fifth-Layer Void Refining realm.

"The energy contained in the Life Source Stone has completely disappeared."

"I wonder how many years in the future in the Void Realm I am now."

Tang Zirui took a deep breath and looked around, his pupils reflecting extremely complex emotions.

To be honest, the reason he survived from the Ancient Era was because he had once obtained a fortuitous chance, enabling him to sever many causes and effects on himself.

It’s known that in the past, the entire Primordial Talisman Sect’s cultivators suffered from a terrifying curse. Anyone with a causal relationship with the Primordial Talisman Sect, regardless of cultivation, couldn’t escape death.

And he was the son of the last sect leader, Tang Shengde, of the Primordial Talisman Sect, with deep causality, and under normal circumstances, he could not have survived. But due to his deep fortunes, he obtained such a precious opportunity to sever causality, thus avoiding the terrible curse of the past.

Unfortunately, aside from him, there shouldn’t be any other cultivators from the Primordial Talisman Sect who could survive.

In fact, it was not just the Primordial Talisman Sect.

The prominent sects of the Void Realm in the past were all targeted by those terrifying monsters and cursed one after another, leading to these sects being completely wiped out, with no disciples surviving within.

In some unfortunate cases, even the dao lineage couldn’t be left behind, completely disappearing from the world.

"Those damn monsters."

"One day, I will kill you all."

Recalling previous events, Tang Zirui gritted his teeth, his heart filled with hatred.

Originally, as the son of the sect leader, he was considered a second-generation immortal with boundless prospects and even the hope of becoming immortal.

However, the terrifying monsters began invading the Void Realm, leading to an apocalyptic catastrophe that affected the entire world.

This disaster nearly destroyed everything in the Void Realm.

Very few people truly survived.