My Informative Cultivation Life

In order not to attract attention, Yang Ji used the Thousand Transformations Technique of the Heavenly Demons and turned into a tiny speck of dust before flying into the gateway of the small world.

A sensation of spatial transition arose, and after passing through the hazy mist of light, a tall mountain came into view.

Perched upon the mountain cliffs were about a dozen cultivators.

The moment Yang Ji flew through the mist of light, the cultivators all stirred with excitement, and in a flash, they all came forward to greet him.

"Elder, Elder, please wait a moment!"

"Hmm?" Yang Ji felt puzzled and turned to look, murmuring, "Are they calling for me?"

At that moment, he was in the form of a speck of dust, floating in the air, hardly noticeable.

The cultivators' cultivation ranged from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul; Yang Ji had gathered from the information outside that, given their cultivation, they shouldn't have been able to detect his transformation.

"Hehe, Elder, are you wondering how we could have possibly noticed you?" The group of cultivators respectfully stopped near Yang Ji and smiled.

"Oh? Tell me, how did you discover me?" Once Yang Ji confirmed they were speaking to him, he no longer hid his presence and revealed his true form.

"Elder might not be aware, but anyone who enters this world for the first time, no matter how they transform, will revert to their original form for an instant as they pass through the mist, making them visible to us," explained a rather slick-looking elder with a chuckle.

"Oh? Why is that?" Yang Ji was astonished.

"It's due to the rules of this small world. In fact, it's so that we can successfully guide elders like you. The gateway to the small world is wide open precisely to attract outsiders," the elder said with a low laugh.

"Guide?" Yang Ji paused for a moment.

"We are all guides of this world. In fact, this world is a place of inheritance, a legacy left by the immortals of the heavens," the old man said with a smile.

"Oh? There are such overt places of immortal heritage?" Yang Ji was taken aback, understanding that the elder wasn't lying. At a glance, he too began to entertain the possibility.

"There are quite a few such places of immortal heritage in the Immortal Realm. In truth, it's also a way to find those who are fated. If you weren't fated to come here, even if the gateway to the small world was wide open, you wouldn't know of this place," the Immortal Elder said indifferently.

"That's true! It seems that the fortunes of the Myriad Realms bestowed upon me by the Changyi Immortal King have taken effect. I missed the legacy of the Qingyang Immortal King, but unexpectedly, I've stumbled upon another immortal heritage here. It's indeed a case of losing one thing only to gain another! It seems that all chances and fortunes can't be forced.

What's not yours will not be yours, even if it's right in front of your mouth!"

Yang Ji felt a hint of enlightenment rising within him and looked at the elder in front of him, asking, "Where is this place of immortal heritage?"

"Hehe, we can take the Elder there, but please, considering our difficult cultivation, reward us with a small fee for guiding the way," the elder said with a low chuckle, his face full of eagerness.

"No wonder they were so eager and their smiles so bright; they had such motives!" Yang Ji understood and nodded, not being stingy. He immediately took out fifteen bottles of Divine Transformation Pills.

"Here are fifteen bottles of Divine Transformation Pills, which can save you decades of arduous cultivation."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the medicine pills fell into their hands.

"Thank you, Elder, thank you, Elder!" The people were overjoyed as if they had obtained a supreme treasure.

This starry sky was a barren land with sparse spiritual energy. The spiritual energy within this small world was not particularly rich, suggesting that the cultivation limit of the cultivators here wasn't very high, probably only up to Divinity Transformation.

Fifteen bottles of Divine Transformation Pills, even in the Taichu World, were extremely precious; at first, even Yang Ji hadn't had the opportunity to use them, it was only in recent years that he could afford them.
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"Let's go!" Yang Ji gestured for him to lead the way.

"Hehe, follow me, Elder!" The elder happily pocketed the medicine pills and shifted forward instantly.

Yang Ji followed closely behind, observing the surrounding environment while also keeping an eye on the information displayed above the elder's head, maintaining a sense of caution in his heart.

The elder, being of the Nascent Soul stage, was quite fast. They passed through endless mountains and parted endless mists, the scenery of the small world constantly changing beneath them.

After half a day, the elder brought Yang Ji to the base of a rugged mountain studded with strange rocks.

This Stone Mountain stood amid many grassy and verdant Immortal Mountains, towering a thousand feet high, with not a single blade of grass or tree, only fierce-looking rocks and smooth, mirror-like meditation platforms.

At the summit stood a tall stele, emitting faint multi-colored Immortal Light, covered with endless Immortal Family Runes. Like sentient small dragons and snakes, they circulated ceaselessly within the stele, emitting endless paths of enlightenment.

Sitting at the foot of the stele was an elder dressed in a Black Golden Dao Robe, with a youthful appearance despite his white hair, full of vigor. He sat there like an ancient stone, his robe fluttering in the breeze, emanating a profound sense of the Dao, a true image of an ethereal hermit.

On a meditation platform one level below him sat another elder.

In contrast to the former's intense immortal aura, this elder exuded a sense of dominating power. His white hair, flashing like lightning, was coiled behind his head, complementing his generous white beard. His eyebrows were like swords, and time had left bold and brash marks upon him.

Below him, on the next level platform, was a middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and a presence as stable as a mountain. He sat immovable, his hands resting on his knees as though he was holding down the heavens and the earth.

On the platform below the middle-aged man sat a man with an exceptional aura, appearing like an exiled immortal. He sat there quietly, as if the whole world paled in his presence.