Our MC departed from his secluded cultivation room and found himself effortlessly transported above the skies of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
It was immediately apparent that his cultivation room was ensconced within a secret realm known only to him for entering and exiting.
As he surveyed the expansive territory belonging to his affiliated sect, he couldn't help but marvel at the astounding progress achieved during his absence spanning 100,000 years.
The once modest sect had flourished into a sprawling domain of grandeur and power.
This remarkable transformation owed much to the wisdom of the sect's elders, who had opted to enter deep states of meditative rest within their cultivation coffins, shielded from the relentless passage of time.
They would emerge from these mystical chambers only in dire circumstances, ready to fight one final battle should the Heavenly Sword Sect face a life and death situation.
However, as our MC observed the prosperity and vitality that now permeated every corner of the sect, such a day of reckoning seemed distant and improbable.
Beneath him, the landscape sprawled with majestic pavilions and towering pagodas, surrounded by lush gardens and tranquil lakes.
The air hummed with the vibrant energy of countless disciples diligently practicing their arts, their dedication palpable in the clarity of their movements and the intensity of their spiritual auras.
Mystical beasts roamed freely in designated sanctuaries, their presence a testament to the sect's harmony with the natural world and the strength of their cultivation.
From his vantage point high above, our MC glimpsed the intricate network of defensive formations that safeguarded the sect, each layer a testament to the meticulous planning and expertise of its guardians.
The celestial mountains that cradled the sect seemed to resonate with the echoes of countless battles and profound cultivations that had shaped its history and fortified its spirit.
As he descended back to the earth, our MC felt a surge of pride mixed with a profound sense of responsibility.
The legacy of the Heavenly Sword Sect, nurtured over countless generations and safeguarded by the sacrifices of its elders, now rested upon his shoulders.
He vowed to uphold its honor, to guide its disciples towards greater heights of cultivation, and to ensure that its light would shine brightly across the realms for generations to come.
But that was of course after he achieved the realm of True Immortal. Based on his acquired knowledge of this xianxia world, there was never truly someone who achieved true immortality in this land.
"Hmmm… how should I approach this quest?" Our MC rubbed his handsome chin. His long white hair and white flowing cultivator robes made him look like an immortal on the earth, but only he knew that he only had a longevity of 500,000 years in the Eternal Transcendence Realm.
The cultivation realms of this xianxia world were:
1. Qi Gathering Realm – 100 years longevity
2. Foundation Establishment Realm – 500 years longevity
3.Core Formation Realm - 1,000 years longevity
4. Nascent Soul Realm - 10,000 years longevity
5. Spirit Severing Realm - 50,000 years longevity
6. Dao Fusion Realm - 100,000 years longevity
7. Heavenly Ascension Realm - 200,000 years longevity
8. Eternal Transcendence Realm - 500,000 years longevity
9. Celestial Sovereign Realm - 1,000,000 years longevity
10. True Immortal Realm – infinite life
Those at the Celestial Sovereign Realm were all the top sect masters, while no records ever listed someone who achieved the True Immortal Realm, which became a myth or legend in this xianxia world.
"I guess I should start there." Our MC finally decided after a dozen breaths of thinking. He broke the space around him once more and slipped into the chaotic forces of the void for easier travel.
From the moment of his arrival and exit, no one realized his coming and going except for one person. It did not need telling that this person had a higher cultivation base than our MC.
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The Stone Clan was regarded as exceptionally fortunate, blessed by an ancestor who had shattered the shackles of mediocrity for them.
This mysterious figure bestowed invaluable resources and secret techniques upon the clan, catalyzing their growth and prosperity.
Even after the passage of 200,000 years, the clan remained steadfast in their reverence for this ancestor, ensuring that his legacy endured through time.
Throughout the expansive grounds of the Stone Clan, towering statues and vivid paintings immortalized the deeds of their benefactor.
Tales of his life and achievements were woven into the fabric of clan lore, passed down through generations.
His presence loomed large in the minds of every disciple, his name spoken with a mix of awe and gratitude.
Thus, when the figure emerged once more from the ethereal embrace of space and chaos, clad in the aura of immortality, it was as if a legend had returned to the mortal realm.
"Senior Gabriel? Is that you?" The young disciple's voice trembled with awe as he looked upon the figure before him.
"Ah, yes, it is I," replied Gabriel, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Senior Ten Thousand Sword Immortal has arrived!" Another disciple exclaimed, bowing deeply.
"We humbly greet our immortal ancestor!" echoed the rest of the disciples, their voices ringing with reverence and admiration.
The news spread like wildfire through the bustling training grounds of the clan. Joy mingled with disbelief as disciples hurried to witness the return of their immortal benefactor.
Word of his arrival swiftly reached the ears of the clan master, the elders, and extended to the influential figures of the city and beyond.
The return of an immortal to his ancestral roots was an event of profound significance. Immortals, with their enduring lifespans, were rare beings who could outlive entire clans.
Yet, the astonishment of the masses was compounded when an unexpected proclamation echoed across the region the following day.
"The Sword Immortal invites maidens from far and wide, seeking a wife for the first time in his immortal life!"
This announcement sent shockwaves through the land, reaching the ears of powerful sects, influential alliances, and renowned figures across the realm.
It stirred speculation and excitement, for the prospect of a sword immortal seeking companionship was unprecedented, promising to reshape the fortunes and destinies of those who dared to answer his call.