Chapter 2 The Weakest Ascendant In History

• Tan Xuan's entire mind had fallen into chaos. He didn't know how long the black banner had flown or which places it had passed through. He only knew that whenever his soul was on the verge of collapse, a warm strange force would emanate from the black banner, stabilizing his soul again.
• "Boom!" Suddenly, the black banner stopped in a strange space-time. From extreme speed to an instant halt, it set off a violent air wave that swept across three thousand li.
• At this moment, the ancient corpse in the center of the black banner suddenly opened its eyes. A pair of blood-red eyes seemed to contain two endless seas of blood, with thousands of corpses faintly floating within them. The moment those blood-red eyes opened, a vast will spread out, forming a raging mental storm in the void, conveying bursts of ghostly howls. The awakened ancient corpse glanced faintly in Tan Xuan's direction.
• Upon meeting that gaze as deep as an abyss, Tan Xuan instantly felt as if he were in the eighteenth layer of hell. He intuited that countless ghosts and gods were running amok in his heart, trembling uncontrollably.
• "Terrible!" Tan Xuan secretly shivered. The ancient corpse's finger suddenly pointed at Tan Xuan, and a drop of black-red blood essence shot out from the fingertip, instantly entering Tan Xuan's soul. In an instant, countless cells, flesh and blood, muscles and bones began to derive, shaping a body around fifteen or sixteen years old.
• "What is this?" Tan Xuan looked at all this in shock. This method was truly earth-shattering and unpredictable. His heart was full of waves. He never expected to have a body again, and he could feel that this new body contained extremely vast vitality. Compared with his original sickly body, it was worlds apart.
• "Thank you, senior!" Knowing that he must have encountered a great opportunity, he immediately cupped his hands and spoke according to ancient etiquette. The ancient corpse did not reply, but only waved its palm at Tan Xuan. In an instant, Tan Xuan was wrapped in a hurricane and flew into a suddenly appearing black hole.
• "Bang!" Tan Xuan fell out of the space and hit a smooth stone slab, feeling a faint pain. "Another ascendant!" A shout reached Tan Xuan's ears. As soon as Tan Xuan looked up, before he could understand where he was, he saw dozens of gazes fixed on him. There were dozens of people standing around, wearing ancient clothes, with blond hair and blue eyes, black eyes and black hair, or green hair and blue eyes, very chaotic. Moreover, most of these people were holding a weapon, like a mix of ancient Chinese Taoist priests and Western ancient swordsmen, very strange. "Strange, why does this ascendant have no cultivation base at all? He is worse than an ordinary mortal. This is unprecedented!" A thin old man said without hesitation, pressing Tan Xuan's hand. An ascendant with no cultivation base? Suddenly, everyone around was stunned. The gazes toward Tan Xuan were full of incredulity and faintly a trace of indifference. "Hahaha, anyway, he should be an ascendant. That's right. Zuo Tongxuan, I won. Admit defeat and give me the Immortal Scale Coral!" An old man in a white robe with a ruddy complexion laughed. "Hmph, I, Zuo Tongxuan, am at least a figure. Naturally, I will not go back on my word. Here you are!" A middle-aged man in a red robe and red hair snorted coldly, waved his palm, and threw a coral with bright red scales to the old man in the white robe. "Immortal Scale Coral!" The people around looked at it with burning eyes. The Immortal Scale Coral was a holy medicine, extremely rare in the world. It could help powerhouses in the Heavenly Human Realm break through barriers. If it fell into the hands of ordinary cultivators, it was enough to break through several realms in a row. "Hahaha, Zuo Tongxuan, thank you!" The old man in the white robe laughed and put the Immortal Scale Coral into his hand, carefully putting it into a special milky white jade box. "Kid, you made me lose a holy medicine. I will remember this grudge!" Zuo Tongxuan looked at the jade box in the old man in the white robe's hand, feeling a faint pain in his heart. The Immortal Scale Coral was something he had risked a lot to snatch from a deep-sea giant monster. He had originally planned to use it when breaking through the Heavenly Human bottleneck, but he didn't expect to lose it here today. He transferred his anger to Tan Xuan, gave Tan Xuan a cold glare, and murderous intent surged. "Ha ha, let's go!" The old man in the white robe said to more than a dozen people behind him, then without asking Tan Xuan, he shot out a clear stream from his hand, directly rolled up Tan Xuan, and in a whoosh, flew into the air. More than a dozen people behind the old man in the white robe also flew up one after another. A stream of water several zhang thick appeared under their feet, and they rode the waves, closely following the old man in the white robe. From beginning to end, Tan Xuan did not speak, nor did he have a chance to speak. He quietly observed all this, but in his heart, he had already determined that he had come to a world of immortals. However, he was not the ascendant these people were talking about, but a genuine "outsider". "The means of immortals are indeed profound and unpredictable!" Looking at the old man in the white robe riding the waves in the void and the more than a dozen cultivators behind him, Tan Xuan was both excited and yearning. As for leaving the earth, he was quite open-minded. Because he originally had little lifespan left and had already prepared for death, even writing a suicide note. Now, his body had been reborn, and his serious illness had gone. This was a gain. Moreover, coming to such a world of immortals was also a peerless opportunity. "Om~~~" In the sky and earth, a group of snow-white birds suddenly flew up, dense and blotting out the sky and the sun. Standing on the stream, Tan Xuan looked down. As far as his eyes could see, the entire world was covered with primeval forests, lush and green. Countless huge beasts ran among them, biting each other. The cruel law of the jungle, where the fittest survive, was vividly displayed here. "Chirp!" A ferocious bird eight zhang in size suddenly pounced on Tan Xuan and others. Its huge body set off a hurricane, and its sharp claws shone with cold light. Tan Xuan's heart jumped, and his scalp went numb. "Beast, how dare you!" The old man in the white robe shouted angrily, and his finger gently swiped in the void. In an instant, a stream of water gushed out from his fingertip, growing larger and larger, finally turning into a small stream circling in the air. The old man pointed again, and with a swish, the stream instantly turned into a ten-zhang-long transparent water blade, howling toward the ferocious bird. When the ferocious bird saw the water blade, its feathers stood on end, as if it also realized the power of the water blade. It flapped its wings and rose into the air, intending to avoid the attack. But the water blade spun in the air and suddenly slashed at the ferocious bird. It was as easy as cutting tofu, easily slicing it in half. Scarlet blood spilled down. After the old man in the white robe killed the ferocious bird, his body did not stop at all, and the more than a dozen cultivators behind Tan Xuan did not show any change in their expressions, as if they were used to it.