The Aftershock
Two hours later, Lu Xuan said as he picked up the spiritual artifact flask and announced the end of the class, "Alright, students, today's class is over."
Below the podium were hundreds of Golden Core cultivators, all sitting on futons with their eyes closed as if they were meditating.
After a few minutes, a cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and slapped his thigh.
"Eh! I succeeded!"
There were also cultivators who suddenly stood up and raised their arms as they shouted, "Hahahaha, I understand, I understand! So, that was the case…I see!"
Some people even jumped up from the futon and tore their clothes, crying and laughing.
"What is real, what is illusion, what is immortal cultivation?! Who am I, and what am I?"
"Fake, fake, all of you are fake! I... Even I am fake!"
"True and false, false and true. Who can obtain great freedom and great peace?"
"Doubts for a lifetime! Comprehension for a lifetime! It's taken a long time to master the art..."
"A pillar of lightning shot into the sky, and the world was connected again! Fellow Daoists, I'm going to become an immortal!"
On the podium, Lu Xuan took a sip of tea and nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that the students were all very energetic.
The Spirit Illusion Scripture was a genuine scripture inherited from immortals that involved the Dao of True Illusion and was of an extremely high grade.
It was normal to lose control in class after learning it.
This meant that Lu Xuan had taught them well, and the disciples had the ability to comprehend and study seriously.
After a while, the hall finally regained its peace.
"Thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother!" Ling Yufei was the first to stand up. She bowed with a serious expression.
Behind her, a group of cultivators stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Master Lu, for imparting your cultivation!"
They didn't address Lu Xuan as "Senior Brother" but as "Master Lu". They already treated Lu Xuan as their master.
At this moment, all the cultivators in the hall were convinced by Lu Xuan.
In two hours, he would not be able to finish the entire cultivation manual.
Therefore, Lu Xuan only talked about the first chapter.
However, after they heard it, they felt like they were cultivators who had been immersed in this path for hundreds of years. Their foundation was extremely solid.
Some of the disciples even had an illusion in their hearts.
The Spirit Illusion Scripture was the foundation of their cultivation. He had studied it for many years just like a wife.
Those who were learning cultivation techniques in the sect were the concubines and had just been brought into the residence.
The disciples of the Sancai Academy looked at Lu Xuan, their eyes shining.
As the saying went, outsiders watched the show while insiders watched the door.
In the eyes of the disciples of Sancai Academy, the foundation of Senior Brother Lu's lecture was far better than many teachers in the academy.
...
Outside the Secret Mystical Realm.
"It's been more than two hours. Has the Divine Weapon Pavilion not found a solution yet?!" An old man stood with a cane in his hand, his face filled with undisguised anger.
"Senior Ji, calm down, calm down… We're also thinking of a way…"
In front of him, Elder Gao of the Divine Weapon Pavilion smiled apologetically, sweat seeping out of his forehead.
Even though he was the head of the Disciplinary Hall of the Divine Weapon Pavilion and a cultivator at the peak of the Body Forging stage, he didn't dare to offend this senior in front of him.
"My disciple is still inside. If anything happens to her, I will definitely demand an explanation from your Divine Weapon Pavilion!" The old man supported himself with his cane and a cold light appeared in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Saintess Ling will be fine. I promise…"
After much persuasion, Elder Gao finally sent the old man away. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He was really hard to please.
This old man was none other than the supreme elder of Sky Sword Mountain, the master of Saintess Ling Yufei, a grand Mahayana stage cultivator, the old sword immortal who suppressed Northern Plains for 3,000 years with a single sword strike, Ji Lingchen.
The difference between a first-rate sect and a top-tier immortal sect was not even mentioned.
The Divine Weapon Pavilion couldn't afford to offend a Transcendence stage cultivator.
No matter how hot-tempered Elder Gao was, he had lower himself in front of the other party.
After the incident in the Secret Mystical Realm, the news quickly spread to the headquarters of the various large sects.
Those who could enter the Secret Mystical realm were all core disciples of large sects, including Holy Sons and saintesses. Now that something had happened in the mystical realm, they would definitely come to the Divine Weapon Pavilion to demand an explanation.
The Divine Weapon Pavilion wanted to defend itself, but reality did not allow it. According to the rules of the cultivation world, when a major sect conducted a mystical realm trial, they had to ensure their safety before they could open it.
It was a fact that the Divine Weapon Pavilion had gone through the process, but it was also true that they had not detected the danger inside. It was inevitable that they would make a mistake.
The higher-ups were currently discussing a solution. Elder Gao was responsible for receiving visitors from the various sects. The general solution was to only answer without arguing and apologize crazily.
At this moment, sparks were about to fly out of his mouth. It was not easy for him to send the old immortal away.
After Elder Gao wiped his sweat, another old woman slowly walked over with a solemn expression.
At a glance, this old lady was at the Mahayana stage.
The old man was numb.
Why didn't he usually see so many high-ranking people come out?!
...
In the meeting tent, more than ten cultivators gathered around the long table with solemn expressions.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, is there really no solution to the matter of the Secret Mystical realm?" a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Divine Weapon Pavilion elder asked.
Sitting in front of him was a white-browed elder.
Hearing the other party's question, the old man smiled bitterly.
"The core disciples of my Immortal Slaying Mountain are also in the mystical realm. If I really have a way, why would I hide it from you?"
He pointed at the magic sandbox on the table.
"Ten Thousand Daos Immortal Palace's Holy Son Yue has already said that the one who laid down the scheme was a Red Dust Immortal, and he's even proficient in the Dao of True Illusion.
"If we join forces, we can break through this mystical realm, but if it collapses, the disciples of the various families will also be doomed. Now that our people are in the hands of that Immortal Huan Zhen, we have to be careful."
"Before entering the mystical realm, all the disciples bought Death Substitution Talismans, right? Can those be used?" someone suggested.
"It's difficult."
An elder of the Divine Weapon Pavilion shook his head. He was the one who had fished at the Illusion Lake earlier.
"That Holy Son Yue said that in the mystical realm, all the Death Substitution Talismans prepared by our sect have lost their effectiveness. They should have been affected by the power from Immortal Huan Zhen's body.
"Unless he could kill Immortal Immortal Huan Zhen the moment the mystical realm was destroyed and break her power, there was no way he could have saved the disciples of the various clans."
"Then, can we go to the Western Desert and ask the Buddhist Sect for help? I hear they have a secret art that can suppress space-time. Perhaps they can hold the mystical realm in place against Red Dust Immortal's pressure," someone said.
"The Western Desert is remote and isolated and has very little contact with us. Which one of you has a relationship with those monks?" the middle-aged elder asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
Cultivation sects were also divided into regions. The Northern Plains' sects rarely interacted with the Western Desert's Buddhist Sect.
The only sect that could be considered to have connections with all the sects in the Archean Eon World was the Dushi Sword House.
This referred to the fact that all the top-notch immortal sects were beaten up by the Dushi Sword House.