Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

As the cultivation technique operated, Lu Xuanji stimulated the Pure Yang Dao Body, and a surge of the most yang and rigid aura exploded forth. Pure Yang Power flowed rapidly throughout his body, transforming into white flames surrounding him. The Pure Yang True Flame was fully activated, turning into a force that incinerated everything, making a sizzling sound as the blood waves dissipated.

But the waves didn’t cease, one after another, sweeping in, an unending tide.

Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, the Pure Yang True Flame burned around his body. With the circulation of the Pure Yang True Flame, it seemed like a white sun rising in the sea of blood, dispelling numerous evils, eerie spirits, demons, darkness, evil qi, and ghost qi.

Two forces collided, continually melting away.

"Fellow Daoist’s Pure Yang True Flame is naturally restraining my sea of blood’s filth, but how much magical power does Fellow Daoist have? I can persist for three hundred years, how many years can Fellow Daoist persist?" The Blood Bat Demon Venerable said coldly, "When Fellow Daoist’s magical power is exhausted, that’s when you’ll meet your end!"

Lu Xuanji said, "Is that so? Let’s see who can persist the longest!"

Mobilizing the Pure Yang True Flame, Lu Xuanji constantly destroyed and observed the space within the gourd, trying to find a flaw to tear open the gourd and escape.

In the end, however, he failed.

The Blood God Gourd, forged with a large amount of Void Crystal Stones during its creation, made the surrounding space extremely solid, impossible to tear open.

Within the gourd, the spiritual energy here was polluted, becoming filthily turbid, impossible for cultivators to absorb, unable to replenish the depletion. On the contrary, they constantly faced the erosion of the sea of blood, with the magical power and qi and blood on the cultivators constantly wearing away under the onslaught of the sea of blood.

Being trapped in the gourd, three to five years might not be a big issue, but ten to twenty years would lead to mana exhaustion, eventually falling in the sea of blood.

Anyhow, for a Divinity Transformation cultivator, the one thing they have in abundance is time.

"Trouble... The Blood Bat Demon Venerable can afford to drag it out, but I can’t!" Lu Xuanji said with a frown, pondering the means to break the situation.

Inside the Dantian, the Grotto World Pearl stored a vast amount of spiritual qi, so he wasn’t worried about mana exhaustion.

However, if he doesn’t show up for a long time, Xi’Er will worry, and his family will worry too.

"Nine-Colored Divine Saber, come out!"

At that moment, Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, activating his magical power. Instantly, the Power of the Five Elements operated, the Yin Yang Qi annihilated, the Elemental Magnetic Power converged, the Starlight Power gathered, and the Power of Space-Time fluctuated. Additionally, it included the Power of Extinction, as numerous magical powers converged together, transforming into a Nine-Colored Divine Saber.

This Supreme Divine Technique continually gathered power; it was also his first time displaying this saber technique since his ascension into the Divinity Transformation realm.

With the improvement in cultivation and the enlightenment of the Great Dao, his understanding of the saber technique deepened, the power of this divine technique continually upgraded.

Buzz!

Accompanied by the cohesion of the Nine-Colored Divine Saber, the void trembled, as if about to tear apart.

"Slash!"

Lu Xuanji wielded the long saber, transforming into a destructive light that sliced downward.

Boom boom boom!

The sea of blood trembled, the void trembled, just then, a faint sound could be heard, seemingly the sound of the gourd shattering.

"One slash isn’t enough. Here comes another slash!"

Lu Xuanji swung down another slash.

Boom boom boom!

With one slash after another, the space here trembled even more intensely.

...

In the outside world, within a certain cultivation family.

In a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s cave mansion, the Blood Bat Demon Venerable appeared.

At this moment, he was sitting and cultivating.

But suddenly, a feeling of apprehension arose, the Blood Bat Demon Venerable opened his eyes and saw a crack suddenly appearing above, which was enlarging.

"Not good, I underestimated this person, he can actually slash the gourd apart... If he continues to slash, at most three days, the Blood God Gourd will be scrapped!" The Blood Bat Demon Venerable said, "I still underestimated him, but unfortunately..."

His figure flickered as he entered the gourd, planning to completely take action to kill Lu Xuanji.

Originally, he didn’t plan to take action too early, but to let the gourd wear down most of his qi and blood, magical power, then refine him into a blood slave. But unfortunately, a variable appeared. If he allowed him to continue wielding the long saber, the gourd couldn’t hold on.

Swoosh swoosh!

Above the sea of blood, the Blood Bat Demon Venerable appeared, coldly saying, "Junior, courting death!"

A massive blood-colored palm slammed down, like a heaven-covering hand, filled with sinister yin qi, transforming into endless destruction.

He no longer called him Fellow Daoist, just intending to kill Lu Xuanji.

"Kill!"

Lu Xuanji activated the Nine-Colored Divine Saber and slashed upwards.

The long saber and the blood-colored palm collided, mutually heading towards annihilation.

Lu Xuanji’s steps flickered, swiftly moving, the long saber like snow, as if heavy snow was falling, saber light swept over, transforming into vast rivers.

Underfoot of the Blood Bat Demon Venerable, blood light flickered, fingers clenched together, transforming into a massive fist that blasted out.

Boom boom!

The void shattered, the sea of blood boiled.

As the waves surged, the two moved quickly against each other, rapidly striking.

Reaching the Divinity Transformation realm, both sides’ speed increased, their power became stronger, magical power became more robust, and their physiques became more formidable, along with increased stamina, defense, attack power, explosive power, recovery ability, and mana recovery speed, almost with no weaknesses.

The Golden Core Nascent Soul still had some deficiencies, some flaws.

But Divinity Transformation cultivators are almost hexagon warriors with no weaknesses.

Once a battle starts, it often reaches a stalemate, often requiring several years to decades of fighting, resulting in either side or themselves having significant flaws where the outcome could be determined.

Boom boom boom!

The two sides quickly engaged in a fight that spanned a mere blink and yet lasted for ten years.

Lu Xuanji panted slightly, his body covered with bleeding wounds, seemingly severely injured and frightening, but actually, the injuries were not serious at all, as long as he activated his divine thought and consumed his own magical power, he could heal the injuries. He didn’t recover, only because recovering the injuries would cause a little consumption of his magical power, creating a small flaw.

This small flaw could become the turning point of defeat.

In the heat of battle, not a bit of magical power could be wasted.

"Damn it, why is he so powerful, even just at the first layer of Divinity Transformation, and yet can fight me to a draw at three layers!" The Blood Bat Demon Venerable felt a moment of trepidation. All these years, benefiting from the advantageous terrain of the sea of blood, he constantly replenished his consumption, gaining endlessly.

But he still couldn’t kill Lu Xuanji; even he was somewhat exhausted.

If the fight continued, he would have to use the origin of Divinity Transformation, which would have a certain impact on his own Dao path.

"Fellow Daoist is very strong, but you’ll still die here!" The Blood Bat Demon Venerable said, "Blood slave, come out!"

Splash!

Accompanied by the rolling sea of blood, figures of cultivators appeared in the water, bearing endless Blood Evil Qi, filled with Death Qi, eyes blood-red, their murderous intent sky-high. They numbered around three hundred, including both demon cultivators and human race cultivators.

The weakest among them possessed Nascent Soul cultivation, the strongest reached Divinity Transformation cultivation.

Led by three Divinity Transformation cultivators, over three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators formed a blood slave army.

The blood slave army was one of the trump cards of the Blood Bat Demon Venerable.

Over the years, he covertly took action, setting up schemes, killing numerous Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation cultivators, forming the blood slave army before him.

Each blood slave carried his hopes.

In the gourd, the essence of this vast blood sea was absorbed by the blood slaves, becoming their supplements, nourishing and strengthening their origin.

The Blood Bat Demon Venerable planned to cultivate all three hundred blood slaves into Divinity Transformation, and when he reached the peak of Divinity Transformation, to devour these blood slaves, breaking the shackles of life, and step into the Void Refining realm.

Only until now, was he forced to use this trump card.

Kill!

The Blood Bat Demon Venerable mobilized the blood slaves, and immediately, many blood slaves transformed into streams of light, entering his body. His aura climbed progressively, easily breaking through the bottleneck of the third layer of Divinity Transformation, stepping into the fourth layer; subsequently, the bottleneck broke again, stepping into the fifth layer.

The fifth layer of Divinity Transformation possessed fifty thousand armor years of magical power.

"Fellow Daoist, receive my saber!"

In his hand, a blood-colored long saber condensed and slashed down.