Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats

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With the ritual, Jiang Chengxuan can now convey messages to the Immortal Realm, a major advantage of having ascended to a Daolord in managing the sect.

Previously, he could only see or hear messages conveyed by the ancestors from the Immortal Realm, which were not useful.

Moreover, given the nature of immortals, they are unlikely to constantly monitor the lower realms or proactively assist in resolving issues for the sects there.

At such times, it is only through the sect master’s appeal to the immortal ancestors that they may lend their aid based on past karma and help in times of crisis.

With this in mind, Jiang Chengxuan no longer hesitated. He regulated his breathing and cleared all stray thoughts from his mind.

He stood at the very center of the Ancestral Hall, beneath a skylight that opened upward, casting a beam of light hundreds of meters down onto him.

Bathing in the light, Jiang Chengxuan felt a warm sensation enveloping him, enhancing his spiritual senses to their peak.

The scenery around him seemed to blur, transforming everything he saw into mystical symbols.

Jiang Chengxuan closed his eyes and slowly walked towards the first of these symbols, visible from outside the hall as one of the golden statues of an immortal ancestor.

Then, with a flash of inspiration, he rapidly formed a mysterious hand seal with his fingers.

Instantly, a profound vibration spread through the void, and a ray of mystical light shot from his hands into the golden statue of the immortal ancestor.

At this moment, in Jiang Chengxuan’s perception, the symbol in front of him shone brilliantly, emitting a nine-colored divine light.

He didn’t linger; instead, he moved on to the next symbol, naturally another golden statue of an immortal ancestor.

Following the guidance of an inner light, Jiang Chengxuan quickly formed another mysterious hand seal. The mystical light that flew from the hand seal marked another symbol.

In the Ancestral Hall, each golden statue of an immortal ancestor was associated with a different hand seal, which Jiang Chengxuan illuminated one by one.

During this process, the world in his mind became increasingly vague. In a misty haze, he seemed to see a celestial mountain shrouded in mist, with waterfalls cascading down.

As each hand seal was formed and each symbol lit up, Jiang Chengxuan’s viewpoint drew closer to that celestial mountain, eventually arriving amidst it, beside what seemed like a Milky Way cascading from the heavens.

This scene evoked a profound sense of peace, transcending the mundane.

Outside in the Ancestral Hall, all the golden statues of the immortal ancestors were now emitting an intangible vibration, extending upwards through the dome towards the heavens, disappearing into the unknown.

This extraordinary vibration was even noticed by Qin Shenwu from Shenwu Peak, aware that Jiang Chengxuan must be in contact with an immortal ancestor.

Jiang Chengxuan heard what seemed like celestial music, which, upon closer listening, appeared to be merely the sound of the waterfall, the calls of birds and insects in the forest.

All these changes seemed to offer him some sort of guidance.

In this mystical world, Jiang Chengxuan walked slowly to the waterfall, where water met rock in a thunderous noise.

Standing at the cliff’s edge, he listened intently, his robe fluttering without wind. Then, his hands unconsciously moved again, forming another mysterious hand seal.

This seal coalesced into a beam of mystical light in the void, turning into a fragment of a broken cauldron.

Without a moment to ponder, Jiang Chengxuan collected it and continued down the mountain path into a dense forest.

Endless celestial light fell from the dome above, sprinkling through the gaps in the leaves, laying a speckled cobblestone path beneath Jiang Chengxuan’s feet.

Heeding the cosmic guidance, he walked steadily until he reached a towering tree with a hollow, where a colorful mystical bird was chirping.

Jiang Chengxuan and the bird ignored each other, each immersed in their own activities—the bird chirping, and he listening.

After a moment, Jiang Chengxuan’s spiritual insight surged again, and he formed another hand seal, casting a beam of light onto the mystical bird.

Instantly, the bird burst into a rainbow of colors and transformed into another fragment of the small cauldron.

Gathering the fragments, Jiang Chengxuan did not stop but moved towards the last location.

Emerging from the forest, he stepped into a stream formed by the waterfall, walking through the rapids to a meadow.

Standing there, he listened to the cicadas singing from all directions.

After a moment, he waved his hands again, forming another hand seal, shooting a beam of light into the grass below.

Then, the earth parted, and a golden light flew out from the soil, dazzlingly bright.

Jiang Chengxuan fixed his gaze on it—a fist-sized golden cicada, chirping faintly.

In the next instant, its form twisted, transforming into the final piece of the small cauldron.

As soon as it appeared, it resonated with the previous fragments, each emitting a mystical light that converged in the air, forming a cyan-colored, mysterious small cauldron.

Jiang Chengxuan cradled it in his hands, and then, with a flicker of spiritual light in his hand, another object appeared—it was the sect master’s token given to him by Xue Ping.

Holding the small cauldron in one hand and the sect master’s token in the other, Jiang Chengxuan stood upright and solemnly inserted the token into the soil of the small cauldron.

Instantly, a rainbow-colored mystical smoke rose from the cauldron, enveloping the surroundings in a colorful, hazy illusion within moments.

The mountains, waterfall, and meadow all receded and vanished into nothingness. Before Jiang Chengxuan, the outline of the environment twisted, transforming into the figure of a person.

This person, dressed in a wide Daoist robe and standing with his back to Jiang Chengxuan, exuded an immense authority yet also a sense of familiarity.

“Haoran Sect’s Sect Master, Jiang Chengxuan, greets the Immortal Ancestor,” Jiang Chengxuan said, bowing without hesitation to the figure before him.

Without a doubt, the figure that had appeared was a living Immortal, one of Haoran Sect’s Immortal Ancestors.

“Ancestor, Chengxuan has some matters for which he seeks your guidance…”

Jiang Chengxuan was about to share his and Qin Shenwu’s speculations, but the Immortal Ancestor’s actions interrupted him.

The figure turned around slowly and extended a finger, touching it to Jiang Chengxuan’s forehead.

Instantly, everything around them began to fade rapidly, even the Immortal Ancestor himself started to disappear slowly.

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