Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

As memories continued to pour in, mysterious and shocking pictures appeared in his mind.

He saw the legendary ancient domain of the underworld, a dark and mysterious area.

A huge dark dragon vein lies across it, emitting a strange aura.

The ghost monks live on this ancient dragon vein. They absorb the power of the dragon vein through a unique way of practice.

I don’t know how many years have passed in that broken memory.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. Zhang Xuan saw huge coffins flashing with strange light and constantly moving.

And in every coffin, there is a powerful existence quietly growing inside, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

"After the ghosts evolved, there was no living creature in the entire Netherworld Ancient Domain. There were only these mysterious coffins..."

In Zhang Xuan's heart, a feeling of shock surged like a tide.

The coffins in front of him made him involuntarily recall the giant divine coffin he encountered in the Chaoxi Sea.

That giant divine coffin, which incorporated Caiyi's soul, has been floating in the Chaoxi Sea ever since.

It has never actively attacked anyone, but has been tirelessly salvaging those broken souls that have developed partial intelligence like dancers in the morning and evening seas, and putting them into coffins.

At that time, Zhang Xuan was full of doubts. The giant spirit coffin and the colorful clothes had already become one, but where was the path they were pursuing?

At this moment, through this massive amount of broken memories, Zhang Xuan seemed to have grasped a key and vaguely understood the secret.

"This is the way of the ghosts. The way the ghosts uphold is to integrate themselves into the coffin, collect all the spirits as burial objects, and in the endless cycle of life and death, forge an indestructible and immortal foundation of the way."

In these chaotic and fragmented memory fragments, Zhang Xuan witnessed the fierce battles between many coffins.

In this cruel competition, the spirits in some coffins were absorbed into other coffins and perished and disappeared.

Other coffins, on the other hand, become stronger as they continue to devour.

Those coffins became stronger and stronger, and eventually they formed the first layer of coffins.

After successfully advancing, a second coffin will be derived from the first coffin.

This cycle repeats itself until one finally advances to the nine-layer coffin, which is the ultimate realm that the ghost clan can achieve through cultivation.

Once the nine-layer coffin is completed, it will frantically absorb the spiritual power of the surrounding area.

Each layer of the coffin has its own unique Dao of heaven and earth.

When all nine layers of coffins are cultivated to the extreme, mysterious ghost debris will condense in the core layer of the coffin, and the ghost will enter the Tao and transform into a ghost fairy.

"The ways of the ghost clan are really too weird!" Zhang Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

Coming out of the shattered memories, Zhang Xuan fell into deep thought.

He was hesitating whether he should continue practicing along this path full of unknowns and strangeness.

After all, these 10 soul fragments all came from the powerful ghost who possessed the nine-layer coffin, and some fragments of the underworld had almost condensed inside it.

If these 10 soul fragments can be successfully refined, it will undoubtedly achieve twice the result with half the effort for Zhang Xuan to refine the giant soul coffin.

However, these soul fragments are like rootless duckweed, with nowhere to rely on.

If you want to refine the first level of the coffin, you must find the object that the soul possesses.

Moreover, the higher the level of the object possessed by the soul, the more powerful the giant soul coffin that is finally refined will be, and the greater the potential for future improvement will be.

Zhang Xuan began to carefully count the items he was carrying.

Chalcedony golden gong, rule chains, heavenly array patterns...

All of these are the rarest treasures he has. In theory, they can all be used as attachments for soul fragments.

But Zhang Xuan was not satisfied with this. He knew very well that these were far from what he expected.

He longed to find a spirit possession with greater growth potential.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Xuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. He remembered the two drops of Samadhi Emperor's blood that he had obtained in the Bone Desert Illusion.

At that time, in the Bone Desert Illusion, he exchanged one drop of blood for other precious treasures from heaven and earth.

And now, in his great space of annihilation, another drop of Samadhi Emperor's blood is still well preserved.

The Samadhi Human Emperor was the most powerful person of the human race in the ancient times, unprecedented in history.

Using his blood as the object of possession of the soul fragment to refine the first layer of the coffin, its growth potential is absolutely beyond imagination.

Zhang Xuan had made up his mind, and immediately activated the 14 divine meridians in his body.

In an instant, a mysterious and powerful force spread out, and a space of great annihilation descended instantly.

In a dark corner of the Great Silent Space, that drop of blood of the Samadhi Human Emperor was like a blazing red sun, emitting dazzling light and carrying a suffocating and enormous pressure.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuan has now reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, otherwise, facing the terrifying power contained in this drop of blood, he would not dare to use it easily.

Looking back, it took him a lot of effort to collect the blood of the Samadhi Emperor into the Great Silent Space.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan no longer hesitated and directly used his magical powers to move this drop of Samadhi Emperor's blood out of the Great Silent Space.

In an instant, a vast and boundless energy surged out. The powerful force made the surrounding void "crackle". Pieces of space fragments and cracks quickly extended in all directions like a hideous spider web.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xuan immediately merged the soul fragment with the blood of the Samadhi Human Emperor.

When the two merged, a burst of dense "boom..." sounds were heard.

That soul fragment originally carried the imprint of the soul of the strongest ghost clan member, but after being eroded over a long period of time, only one percent of its remaining power remains.

In comparison, there is indeed a big gap compared to the blood of the Samadhi Human Emperor which contains infinite power.

As expected, the blood of the Samadhi Human Emperor was like a hungry beast, instantly devouring the piece of soul fragment.

This scene was like a drop of water gently dropped into a vast pond. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

"What on earth is going on?" Zhang Xuan was full of doubts, his brows furrowed.

Originally, he was full of worries, fearing that the power of the soul fragments was too strong and that ordinary possessed objects would not be able to withstand the impact of such a powerful soul force.

However, the reality was quite different from what he expected.

The drop of blood of the Samadhi Emperor that he had carefully selected was so powerful that it was beyond imagination.

The soul merges into it, just like a slender bamboo pole floating on the vast river, appearing so small.

The blood was like a deep and boundless abyss. In comparison, the power of the soul seemed too weak and could not shake the drop of blood at all, let alone use it to refine it into the first layer of the coffin.