Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 433 The Seal! The Ancestor of the Soul Refining Sect!

He changed into a black outfit, wore a bamboo hat, and covered his face with a black cloth, concealing his aura to the extreme. If Chen Fan hadn't kept his divine sense constantly locked on, he would have been almost impossible to detect.

Zhou Shan looked around, then his figure blurred, transforming into a streak of black light as he sped towards the west of the city.

A glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes. He stood up, pushed open the window, and his figure floated out like a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the night.

He didn't fly, but followed Zhou Shan a hundred feet behind, clinging to the shadow of the eaves like a ghost.

The golden bowl vibrated slightly in his dantian, emitting an invisible wave that completely concealed his aura, figure, and even his presence.

At this moment, Chen Fan was like a part of the night, silent and unnoticed.

Zhou Shan was clearly very familiar with Old Dragon City, deliberately choosing to wander through secluded alleys. After several twists and turns, traversing most of the city, he finally arrived at an abandoned house in the west of the city.

The gate to the mansion was tightly closed, the paint on the door was peeling, and the door knocker was rusty, as if no one had lived there for many years.

Zhou Shan stopped in front of the door, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door three times, two long knocks and one short knock.

A moment later, the door opened silently a crack.

Zhou Shan slipped inside.

Chen Fan stopped in the shadow of a roof a hundred feet away, and quietly probed the courtyard with his divine sense.

There was an array surrounding the courtyard, but it wasn't particularly sophisticated; it was merely a simple barrier to block divine sense and sound. Chen Fan's divine sense, like water, easily penetrated the array, allowing him to take in the entire situation inside the courtyard.

The courtyard was small and overgrown with weeds, with a dilapidated main hall in the center.

Several oil lamps were lit inside the hall, casting a dim, yellow light.

Eight figures sat around a long table, each exuding a profound aura; they were all Nascent Soul cultivators!

Zhou Shan sat at the end of the table, removed his bamboo hat and black turban, revealing his square and dignified face. He bowed to the person in the main seat and said, "Master, I've kept you waiting."

The man in the main seat was an elderly man with white hair, a withered face, and sunken eyes. He wore a dark purple robe with a golden "King" character embroidered on his chest. He nodded slightly: "Brother Zhou, you've come at the right time. Everyone's here, let's begin."

Chen Fan was startled.

Eight great families, eight Nascent Soul cultivators!

Having already spent spirit stones to buy some information, he scanned the area with his divine sense and immediately recognized some people!

The white-haired old man in the main seat was the patriarch of the Wang family, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, whose aura was as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

The first person on the left was a wealthy middle-aged man with a fair complexion, no beard, and a friendly smile. He was none other than Zhao Wuji, the patriarch of the Zhao family, who was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The second person was a scholar in a blue robe, waving a folding fan. He was Qian Duobao, the patriarch of the Qian family, in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The third woman was a beautiful woman in red, still charming and alluring, with a captivating allure in her eyes. She was Sun Meiniang, the matriarch of the Sun family, and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The first man on the right was a burly man with a dark face and a full beard, exuding a violent aura. He was Li Batian, the patriarch of the Li family, and a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The second was a tall, thin old man with sharp, eagle-like eyes. He was Zhou Wenyuan, the patriarch of the Zhou family, and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The third person was a short, stout old man who smiled like a businessman. He was Wu Youdao, the patriarch of the Wu family, and was in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The last one is Zhou Shan, who is in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Behind the eight people stood twelve Core Formation cultivators, each with a calm and composed aura, clearly core members of the eight great families.

"Everyone," the Wang family patriarch spoke slowly, his voice hoarse as if grinding sand, "I have gathered you all here today for that matter."

The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly became heavy.

Zhao Wuji's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Brother Wang, are you referring to... the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect?"

"Exactly." The Wang family patriarch nodded. "The sealed land has existed for ten thousand years. We all know very well why the eight families came here. Now the opportunity has come. That old monster has been sealed for ten thousand years, and his life force is almost exhausted. It is the time for us to seize the treasure."

Qian Duobao, fanning himself with a folding fan, said slowly, "Brother Wang, I'm not trying to discourage you, but the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch is a Nascent Soul Realm expert. Even if he's been sealed for ten thousand years and his life force is exhausted, he's still far beyond what we Nascent Soul cultivators can handle. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; surely you understand that, Brother Wang?"

"Brother Qian is absolutely right." Sun Meiniang chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "The Integration Realm, huh? Those are beings capable of moving mountains and filling seas, plucking stars and seizing the moon. Even if they only have one breath left, a single breath could wipe us out."

The Wang family patriarch sneered, "Under normal circumstances, this would naturally be the case. But don't forget, everyone, the seal!"

He paused, then looked around at everyone: "The seal left behind by that person not only sealed the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect, but also sealed his cultivation. Ten thousand years have passed, and although the seal remains, the old monster can only use less than one-tenth of his power. According to my calculations, his current strength is at most equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage."

"A Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivator?" Li Batian said gruffly. "That's not to be underestimated. What are our chances of winning if the eight of us join forces?"

"It's a 50/50 chance," the Wang family patriarch said in a deep voice. "But if we add those old monsters from the eight sects, we'll have a 70% chance."

Zhou Wenyuan frowned: "The Eight Sects will agree?"

"The Azure Lotus Daoist has already spoken," Zhou Shan suddenly said. "The Azure Cloud Sect has suffered a great loss of strength after this defeat, and the Azure Lotus Daoist urgently needs to improve his strength. The cultivation techniques and treasures of the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch are extremely tempting to him."

Wu Youdao asked with a smile, "What about the other seven sects?"

"The Changchun Sect also agrees. Among the remaining seven sects, the Lingxi Sect, Fu Sect, Qi Sect, and Zixia Mountain Sect have ambiguous attitudes," Zhou Shan said. "The Jingang Sect and Xuanqing Sect oppose it, but if the eight of us join forces with the Qingyun Sect to exert pressure, they will not dare to disobey."

Silence fell over the hall.

The oil lamp crackled and popped, its flames dancing on everyone's faces.

After a long silence, Zhao Wuji slowly said, "The risk is too great, but our eight families have been plotting this for so long, it's time."

"When the waves are high, the fish are valuable!" The Wang family patriarch's voice suddenly rose. "Don't forget the missions your families have entrusted to you, or if this drags on, we'll all die in this wretched place!"

These words struck a nerve with everyone.

Resentment flashed in the eyes of all eight.

They came from a powerful force outside the region and should have had a bright future, but for various reasons they were sent here and have been trapped here for a thousand years.

The lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator is a thousand years. The oldest among them has already lived for eight hundred years. If they cannot break through, they will pass away in a hundred years at most.

If they could obtain the cultivation techniques and treasures of the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch, it would be their only hope for breaking through, and they could also leave the sealed land and return to their homeland!

"Brother Wang is right." Qian Duobao closed his folding fan, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Fortune favors the bold, and cultivating immortality is inherently defying the heavens. If one dares not even take this small risk, what kind of immortality are they cultivating?"

Sun Meiniang also abandoned her seductive demeanor and said seriously, "I agree. However, how do we break the seal? The seal left by that person is not something we can shake."

"This is the key." The Wang family patriarch took out a jade slip from his robes and placed it on the table. "This is a method for breaking the formation that my family has spent a hundred years developing. Although the seal is strong, it has loosened over the past ten thousand years. As long as eight Nascent Soul cultivators work together at a specific time and in a specific location, in conjunction with the 'Eight Extremes Formation Breaking Diagram,' we have a 70% chance of tearing a hole in it."

"The Eight Extremes Formation Breaking Diagram?" Zhou Wenyuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "My brother actually possesses such a thing?"

"Obtained by chance," the Wang family patriarch said calmly. "This diagram is a magic treasure of the array path, specifically designed to break various restrictions and seals. However, activating this diagram requires the simultaneous efforts of eight Nascent Soul cultivators, and it consumes a large amount of spirit stones, at least a million low-grade spirit stones."