He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 249 Half-Step Immortal, Slaying the Heavens

Zhang Wunian: "Ancestor Chen left behind two prophecies, and the second one has come true for him."

Liao Xuanji: "Xuanzi, half-hearted, half-step immortal, slaying the heavens?"

Zhang Wunian: "Yes."

"A year ago, Wu Nian was lucky enough to enter the Soul-Seizing Illusionary Realm, but was trapped in the Desolate Void Realm."

"I had no choice but to seal my soul power."

"After that, Xuanzi appeared, with a large black python wrapped around his body. The python was clinging to Xuanzi as if they were one.

Liao Xuanji: "Is it this giant python undergoing its tribulation?"

Zhang Wunian excitedly replied, "Yes."

"At that time, Xuanzi appeared out of thin air, with a giant python wrapped around his body. After Xuanzi appeared, Mengya, Tianyu and other cultivators from the sects who were trapped in the illusion appeared one after another."

"Xuanzi waved his sleeve, and a green cloud appeared out of thin air. Green mist fell from the cloud, instantly replenishing the soul power in our bodies."

"After that, we decided to take a gamble and activated the forbidden array to help Xuanzi break through the illusion."

At this point, Zhang Wunian paused, then began to recount the story with even greater excitement, "When I opened my eyes again, I saw the most magnificent sight I had ever witnessed in my life."

"A huge cylindrical pillar of light formed by the celestial energy shot into the sky."

"At the end of the beam of light, a black figure transformed into a colossal, pitch-black sword, exuding unparalleled majesty."

"The icy blue Ice Marrow Sacred Flame and the crimson gold Nine Yang Sacred Flame intertwined and merged, forming purple flames that wrapped around the black giant sword."

"It was a sensational event."

"The celestial energy lifted the ten-thousand-foot-long giant sword, carrying rolling flames, and thrust out a shocking sword strike."

"He directly tore a crack in the sky of the Desolate Realm and took everyone out of the illusion."

The cultivators atop the mountain who had witnessed that soaring sword strike all wore solemn expressions, their hearts pounding with excitement, and their faces filled with awe.

For a moment, not a single one of the hundreds of cultivators atop the mountain uttered a sound.

Only the sound of increasingly heavy breathing echoed in the air.

Liao Xuanji was filled with excitement.

Let's turn our attention back to the thunderclouds.

He looked at the black python churning in the thunderclouds with a respectful expression.

Zhen Li glanced at Zhang Wunian, whose face was flushed with excitement, and wanted to ask him a few questions, but worried that it might involve sect secrets. After weighing the options, she suppressed her curiosity.

Ma Shanglong transmitted his thoughts to Ma Tianjiao and asked with great interest, "Tianjiao, have you seen that Xuanzi from the Divine Mechanism Pavilion? What kind of person is he?"

"Is it as majestic and domineering as Dad?"

Ma Tianjiao: "......"

He recalled what Xiao Xuan looked like in the illusion.

She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, possessing an androgynous allure and aloofness.

Her aura was ethereal and otherworldly, her white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her silvery-white eyes seemed to hold starlight, making her look like a banished immortal.

His gaze shifted to his father, a burly man with a thick beard and a foolish smile on his face, almost unbearable to look at.

I don't know where his father got his confidence from, insisting on comparing himself to someone who would make anyone feel ashamed in comparison.

Ma Tianjiao twitched his lips in disgust and replied in his mind, "Not as majestic and imposing as you, Father."

His words were both factual and sarcastic, but to Ma Shanglong, they came across as praise and admiration from his son.

Ma Tianjiao rolled his eyes at Ma Shanglong, who seemed not ashamed but rather proud, and who always took his sarcasm as praise.

He turned away, feigning disgust, suppressing the upward curve of his lips.