Chapter 175: A Glimpse Reflecting Thousands of Years

Chapter 175: A Glimpse Reflecting Thousands of Years

Noting the confusion in Li Fan's eyes, without waiting for him to ask, Chen Ying began to explain.

"Why is it called the Fallen Immortal Realm?" Chen Ying asked rhetorically.

"It's because its formation is the result of an unimaginably powerful existence that took one last look at the Xuanhuang Realm before falling."

"At that time, everything in the Xuanhuang Realm was observed by this existence."

"After its fall, its lingering consciousness did not dissipate for a long time. After thousands of years of development and evolution, it finally formed the current Fallen Immortal Realm."

"The Fallen Immortal Realm is as vast as the Xuanhuang Realm, and even larger."

"The scenes of the past, thousands of years ago, were recorded by its last glance before falling."

"These vivid scenes continue to replay within it."

"All cultivators who enter it, in the face of the magnificent and miraculous wonders indistinguishable from the real world, will be shocked and moved by the immense power of that existence."

"This kind of power is probably something only the mythical True Immortals of ancient legends could achieve."

"Even though I have entered it countless times, every time I witness everything in the Fallen Immortal Realm, I still feel sincere awe."

"The shock within it is beyond words. Only when seen with your own eyes can you understand."

Chen Ying shook his head, deeply moved.

"A glimpse reflecting thousands of years, forming its own realm after the fall." Li Fan was also stunned by this incredible fact.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but think.

Just one glance before death, and it possessed such power.

How strong was this person during their lifetime?

How could such a figure fall?

Seemingly aware of Li Fan's doubts, Chen Ying sighed.

"Incredible, isn't it? Even such a powerful and incomprehensible figure can fall."

"One thought creates a world. Even the Immortal Ancestor may not be able to achieve this."

"So, everyone agrees that the one who fell back then was probably a True Immortal."

"Immortality? Is there really such a thing as immortality?" Li Fan couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ying was very confident. "Cultivating immortality cultivates immortality. If there was no immortality, what would our cultivation method be?"

"If you can go to the Fallen Immortal Realm and live there in the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago, you will know that immortality is not just a vague concept."

"In many sects, there are paintings left depicting sect seniors breaking through the clouds and ascending during daylight."

"So, different encounters may happen."

"Some areas continually repeat the history of thousands of years ago, resetting the scenes within every period. Others have been evolving for thousands of years, forming various bizarre and wonderful changes."

"In short, it was originally a world transformed from the consciousness of a True Immortal before its fall. Therefore, anything unimaginable might happen in the Fallen Immortal Realm."

"There is no risk of dying. To bring back items obtained in the Fallen Immortal Realm to reality, certain conditions must be met."

"You can forcefully exit midway without any harm."

"However, similar to exiting after obtaining items, you need to wait for some time before entering the Fallen Immortal Realm again."

...

Unable to find new information about the Fallen Immortal Realm in the Tianxuan Mirror, Li Fan had to silently repeat the exploration precautions mentioned by Chen Ying in his mind.

While doing so, he purchased more than a dozen sets of items needed for each entry into the Fallen Immortal Realm.

It wasn't that Li Fan was extravagant; these items were just too cheap.

In total, the cost didn't exceed two hundred contribution points.

Each set included four items:

A plain linen robe. A full ear of rice. A small and exquisite model of a house. A lifelike miniature donkey cart.

Placing the four items in each corner, Li Fan took a deep breath. With the first step forward, facing the linen robe, he softly recited:

"Blessings bestowed by the Immortal Ancestor of Xuanhuang."

For the second step, turning toward the full ear of rice, he earnestly murmured:

"Blessings bestowed by the Immortal Lord of Xuanhuang."

The third step, looking at the delicate model house, holding his breath and whispering:

"Blessings bestowed by the Supreme Deity of Xuanhuang."

Finally, facing the seemingly loaded donkey cart, Li Fan exhaled and silently chanted:

"Blessings bestowed by the Celestial Sovereign of Xuanhuang."

As the ritual concluded, Li Fan felt the surroundings suddenly quiet down.

Even though there was no sound in the Tianxuan Mirror to begin with, he still sensed a silence that was different from the previous pure quietness.

Then, like the shattering of silver bottles, countless sounds reverberated in Li Fan's ears.

The cries of infants, the screams of ordinary people, the roars of cultivators...

Spells crisscrossed, mountains shook, and the wind and rain raged.

His vision turned black as if his head had been covered by a sack.

Li Fan instantly lost consciousness.