Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 684 Restarting the Immortal Cultivation World

Above the sky, the Lord of Light looked down quietly.

His aura is unattainable, far beyond human comprehension. If measured by the immortal cultivation system, he is a Golden Immortal.

And his allied gods are all in the realm of true immortals.

The gods still hang high in the sky, looking down upon the common people.

But this time, humans used their spiritual roots as blades and wanted to try again.

There is a small village at the foot of Luoshen Mountain.

In the morning mist, the villagers are busy.

A young man sat alone on the stone steps at the entrance of the village, playing with a worn jade slip in his hand.

His name is Xingluo.

He didn't know that he was a "soul from another world" and a special experimental subject that was restarted for the 1000th time.

All he knew was that from a very young age he could see things that others could not.

For example, the locust tree at the entrance of the village has a faint halo of light flowing between its branches;

For example, the mist floating on the stream would turn into wisps and penetrate into his body.

He had whispered these things to his father.

But my father just sighed and shook his head, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. We are mortals. Cultivating immortals has nothing to do with us."

But Xingluo didn't believe it.

"There must be a... completely different existence."

The Eye of Time and Space slowly rotates in the darkness, as if looking at the intersection of countless worlds.

"Another world." Kronos' voice suddenly became clear.

"Perhaps, only by pulling a soul from another world, a soul that does not belong to this world, can he avoid being crushed by the wheel of fate. Because he is not on the established track, he can... innovate."

He stretched out his hand, and the light on his fingertips slowly outlined a name.

"Starfall."

"From this moment on, you will be reborn in another world."

"If I fail 1000 times, then at least, at the end of history, I have... tried."

Under the starry sky, Luoshen Village was silent. Only the newly reinforced wellhead still trembled slightly. Seal beneath, the God of Light's eyes slowly opened, coldly gazing down upon the earth.

"Mortal...your struggle is nothing more than another taste of death."

Kronos did not respond. He simply closed his eyes, the power of time and space resonating around him.

From that night on, the Great Age of Magic entered a new cycle.

And the falling stars, the souls that have yet to arrive, are crossing countless worlds and are slowly being drawn towards this continent that is about to be plunged into a war between gods.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would close his eyes and hear a strange low humming sound in his body, as if calling him.

When he was sixteen years old, Luoshen Zong came down the mountain to recruit disciples.

The whole village was excited because according to legend, if one could enter the Luoshen Sect to practice, they would be able to rise to great heights.

The testing venue is located in the square at the entrance of the village.

The sect's disciples placed a crystal tablet, which was three feet tall and had spiritual light flowing on its surface.

If a mortal touches it, the spiritual attributes of the stele will be revealed.

The villagers lined up in a long queue, their eyes full of desire.

"Next, Xingluo."

Xingluo walked forward, his heart pounding.

When he pressed his palm on the crystal tablet, the whole tablet suddenly shook!

The spiritual light suddenly surged, and a seven-colored glow bloomed on the surface of the monument, covering the entire square!

"Seven-color full spiritual roots?!"

"How can this be!"

The sect disciples were shocked. Because the number of spiritual roots directly determines one's cultivation potential, it is rare for an ordinary person to have one, and if they have three, they are a genius.

The appearance of all seven colors means that all the attributes in Xingluo's body are in harmony with the heaven and earth!

"He is a rare genius!"

There was an uproar in the square.

Xingluo himself was stunned. He looked at the light in his palm and felt an inexplicable familiarity in his heart.

It seemed as if he had seen these lights countless times before.

In another world, in another life...

"Xingluo, are you willing to join my Luoshen Sect and practice the way of immortality?"

The elder standing on the stage had bright eyes and his voice was filled with unconcealable joy.

Xingluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

A roar broke out among the crowd.

Some were envious, some were jealous, and some even knelt on the ground, begging the elders to test again.

But the elder ignored him. He just looked at Xingluo, as if he saw the future of the sect in his eyes.

"Okay. From today on, you will be a disciple of my sect."

Xingluo knelt down and kowtowed three times.

However, the moment he lowered his head, a painful scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

The wreckage of countless ships floated in the void;

the echo of the rift cannon's roar;

The whispers that Kronos wrote on the ruins—

"Restart 341... failed."

Xingluo looked up suddenly, his heart beating violently.

He didn't know what it was, he just felt that those broken images seemed to come from the past.

After joining the sect, Xingluo was assigned to the outer sect.

The first step in cultivation is to refine Qi.

Draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, temper the meridians, and open up the spiritual orifices.

For ordinary people, this is the most difficult step, because of the repulsion of spiritual energy, those without spiritual roots will never have the chance to enter.

But for Xingluo, the spiritual energy seemed to flow into his body on its own.

He only needed to sit quietly for a moment, and the spiritual energy would flow through his meridians, warming his bones and blood.

In just seven days, he accomplished what others would take half a year to achieve.

When he opened up the twelve meridians in his body for the first time, his whole body was like a bright lamp that was lit up, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented clarity.

"This... is cultivation."

Xingluo murmured.

As the night wind blew by, he suddenly heard a whisper coming from within his body.

The voice was old and tired:

"For the 1000th time... I finally took this path."

Xingluo suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked.

Who is speaking?

But the sound disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The elders of the sect discussed secretly:

"Seven-colored spiritual roots are hard to come by in a thousand years. If cultivated properly, perhaps one can reach the Mahayana stage."

"But the Golden Immortal is above us, and humans can never surpass him. No matter how strong you are... you are just an ant."

And above the higher sky, the Lord of Light lowered his gaze.

He saw the young man who was testing his spiritual roots in the square.

His eyes were cold, yet held a hint of vague interest.

"Another reincarnation, another genius..." He whispered softly.

"But in the end... it's just a consumable product of fate."

Xingluo sat cross-legged in the sect, unaware that he was being watched.

He only felt the spiritual energy in his body surging like a tide, and seemed to be about to break through the shackles.

He clenched his fists, his eyes determined:

“No matter what the road ahead holds, I will keep going.”

This is the 1000th restart.

Humans gave up magic, fighting spirit, and technology, and instead embraced aura and spiritual roots.

The path to becoming an immortal is full of dangers but also full of hope.

And Xingluo, the young man with seven-colored spiritual roots, is the key to this life.

He didn't know that what was waiting for him ahead was not only training and growth, but also the ultimate confrontation with the gods.

The wind blows across Luoshen Mountain, and the distant bell sounds long.

As if reminding:

——The 1000th destiny has begun.

As night fell, the square had already dispersed. Xingluo walked alone beside the ancient well, the runes on the wellhead glowing faintly in the moonlight. He murmured softly, "Seven-colored spiritual roots...is it a gift from heaven, or a curse?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the darkness.

"Seven-colored spiritual roots are not something that ordinary people can inherit. Without great perseverance, one will surely be devoured by the seven spirits."

Xingluo turned around suddenly and saw an old man in a gray robe standing in the shadow beside the well. His eyes were deep, and the endless galaxy seemed to be reflected in them.

"Who are you?" Xingluo asked in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am," the old man said calmly. "What's important is that you understand there's no turning back on this path."

Xingluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Since the heaven and earth have given me this body, I will use it to the fullest."

The gray-robed old man was slightly startled, then a rare flicker of relief flashed across his eyes. He looked up at the starry sky and whispered to himself, "The thousandth attempt... finally, a different spark has appeared."

The first step is to refine Qi.

He sat quietly beside the spirit pond, his seven-colored spiritual roots fully awakened, and the spiritual energy within his body surged like a tide. Other apprentices needed months to gather a trace of spiritual energy, but in just half a day, he had condensed a seven-colored vortex in his dantian.

"This kid... is too fast!" The deacon disciple was stunned.

Xingluo, however, held no pride. As he felt the surge of spiritual energy, he also felt the weight of his seven-colored spiritual roots: the seven streams of spiritual energy clashing with one another, and the slightest misstep could sever his meridians.

"It turns out that the path of genius has been a dangerous one from the very beginning." He whispered to himself, but his eyes became more determined.

Pandora was also accepted into the Luoshen Sect. She possessed a rare mutated ice spirit root and possessed exceptional aptitude. During her training, she would often gaze silently at Xingluo, a hint of inexplicable emotion in her eyes.