Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

His current Divine Sense was almost ten times more than before, and the range of his senses had already reached three to four hundred meters.    

    

With a single thought, the entire cave entered his senses along with its surroundings. Any movement of the wind or grass would not be able to escape his senses.    

    

Furthermore, not only had the range of the Divine Sense increased by a lot, even the degree of precision had increased by quite a bit. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was at the microscopic level.    

    

His sea of consciousness had already expanded to an extremely large extent. It was vast and vast, and there were even sparkling and translucent spots within it. It was like a starry sky, and it was very strange and extraordinary.    

    

With just a thought from Yang Xuan, his sea of consciousness immediately began to churn. Although there was no trace of it, he could still feel the majestic force within it.    

    

"Xuan."    

    

The girl said softly, pulling Yang Xuan's attention away.    

    

"This is the unique soul forbidden technique of our Phoenix Clan. Its name is Soul Devouring Art. It can absorb and transform the souls of all living things, including cultivators. It can be used to strengthen one's divine soul."    

    

"Mother will now pass it to you. You have to remember that this technique is a forbidden technique, and you can't use it at will. Also, you can't let others know about it. Do you understand?"    

    

"Understood, mother."    

    

Yang Xuan smiled sweetly. His face was filled with joy. However, there was a trace of disappointment hidden deep within his eyes.    

    

How could that girl not notice it? However, she didn't say anything in the end. She only sighed faintly and continued.    

    

"Xuan, I didn't want you to embark on the path of cultivation, but it's too late to say anything now. You have to remember that you must not rush into cultivation. Once you advance recklessly, your foundation will be unstable..."    

    

Before her voice faded, her body flickered twice, almost transparent.    

    

Yang Xuan was startled. The light in his eyes could no longer bear it. It surged out and his body stood up, charging towards the illusory shadow.    

    

He kept choking on his emotions. Although he had tried his best to suppress it, his cultivation base was useless at this moment. Although he was a Blessed Stage, he was no different from a mortal.    

    

"Mother, don't leave..."    

    

Yang Xuan missed his target. The light shadow swayed for a while, then returned to normal.    

    

"Xuan, mother is still here. Cultivate well. In the future, your father and I will come and find you."    

    

A faint smile hung on the corner of the girl's mouth, but there were also light dots flashing in her eyes, and they scattered in the air.    

    

Her body was flickering more and more frequently, and her lower body had completely turned into nothingness. At the end of the day, she was just a divine soul that had been left behind many years ago. After a few times of consumption, she had lost all of her spirituality and could only dissipate.    

    

Grasping the last bit of time, the woman's eyes revealed a trace of love. Then, with a flash, she turned into countless motes of light. These motes of light scattered in the air and then stopped for a moment before quickly gathering again.    

    

Yang Xuan's face was covered with two faint scars. He looked at the motes of light in a daze and instinctively reached out his hand to grab them.    

    

The motes of light seemed to have a spirit of their own. They cleverly avoided his grab and continued to gather. Finally, they formed a thumb-sized light ball in the air.    

    

Although this light ball was small, it looked extremely dazzling. After it was completely formed, it spun in the air and suddenly rushed into Yang Xuan's forehead.    

    

Yang Xuan's face froze. In the next moment, countless information poured into his mind as if he had been enlightened. This infusion was different from what he had swallowed. It was a completely voluntary charge. There was no resistance, and it did not bring him any pain.    

    

The infusion of information seemed to be slow, but it only lasted for one or two breaths. When Yang Xuan came back to his senses, he had a lot of things in his mind.    

    

Most of these were cultivation techniques and secret techniques, and some were cultivation insights.    

    

"Mother..."    

    

Yang Xuan stared blankly at the spot where the woman's figure had disappeared. He completely ignored the additional information in his mind. He kept recalling the woman's appearance and wanted to deeply imprint it in his heart.    

    

Although he had finally met his mother, in the end, she was just a divine soul that he had left behind many years ago. The information he obtained was also very vague. With his current cultivation, that information had no value to him at all.    

    

In fact, he didn't even know whether his parents were really alive or not.    

    

Although the description of the illusory figure was vague, Yang Xuan could feel the seriousness of the "incident" from it. He didn't know where the Central Province was, nor did he know what the so-called whirlpool was. However, it must be an earth-shattering event that could terrify the Phoenix Clan.    

    

Yang Xuan was at a loss. The few people from the Phoenix Clan whom he had met before had terrifying cultivation base, and each of their gestures carried tremendous power.    

    

Those were all existences that stood at the top of the world. Any one of them would be no match for him in the entire Wei Kingdom.    

    

However, even such a powerful force could feel fear.    

    

Yang Xuan's heart became heavier and heavier. His mind was filled with that familiar yet unfamiliar face. The cave had long returned to its calm state. There was no scorching heat or dazzling light.    

    

In the corner, the dust that had turned into dust from the wooden frame was still quietly piled up there. Only a few pieces of dust flew out, leaving a very casual mark on the clean floor.    

    

Yang Xuan lowered his head. His left hand was still tightly clenched. On his fingertip, there was actually a faint light. Although it was like a candle flame in the wind that could be extinguished at any time, it was still brightly lit.    

    

"Country bumpkin, that's enough."    

    

The Black Panther's voice suddenly sounded out. It was very abrupt, but it did not make Yang Xuan's heart tremble.    

    

It should have just woken up from its deep slumber, but its tone was somewhat lamentable. It must have known something.    

    

"This is just a divine soul. What's there to be sad about? At least you have seen it, right? You really don't understand the thoughts of humans."    

    

Yang Xuan did not speak. His eyes stared at the light on his fingertip. He was entranced, and his body did not move at all, afraid that the light would disappear.    

    

The Black Panther did not care about it. It continued to tease him, "I really didn't expect that you were born from the marriage between the princess of Phoenix Clan and ordinary people. Master Bao, I was wondering why you were related to the Phoenix Clan. Tsk tsk."    

    

"Although you are a bit uncivilized and don't know anything, but since you have the bloodline of the phoenix, your talent must not be low."    

    

Yang Xuan remained silent. The light spot on his fingertip was constantly dimming and falling apart.    

    

A different kind of expression finally appeared in his eyes.    

    

It was panic.    

    

He seemed to have gone crazy. All the Spiritual Force in his body was activated. He carefully surrounded the spot of light. Some of them even quietly entered it, trying to maintain the existence of the spot of light.    

    

"Yang Xuan!"    

    

The Black Panther let out a roar. The sound was extremely loud. It was like a sudden clap of thunder that exploded in Yang Xuan's sea of consciousness.