Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu and the other man looked at the empty stone hall. A stone door appeared in front of them at some point. On the door were two large characters "Passage" that they were afraid they would not see.

Although they did not know whether the old man was still there, the two men knelt on one knee and said solemnly: "Thank you for the precious and extraordinary body-building wine. If we meet you again, we will repay you for your cultivation today."

After a long time, there was silence. The two men stood up and came to the stone door. "Sizzle", the stone door opened automatically, revealing a passage, and walked out.

After a short half incense stick, they saw a cave blocked by dense trees, with sporadic and mottled sunlight shining through.

When Shadow saw the sunlight, he jumped to the sunlight in the blink of an eye, knelt on the ground with a pious face, scooped up the beam of sunlight with both hands, and tears flowed silently.

Wang Lu understood that Shadow did all the secret things in Blood Battle City that could not be seen in the light. Although there was sunlight in the vast sea, it was gloomy and bloody.

The sunshine here is what he longs for, free, pure, and warm.

From then on, like a new life, his life has light and color, no longer shrouded in darkness, living freely and unrestrainedly.

Wang Lu walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "Brother, there are still tens of millions of miles from here to the sect. I have a top-grade flying spiritual weapon. It is estimated that I can return to the sect in two years."

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you."

Wang Lu cast a spell and released the sound blade. The two of them lifted themselves up and put nine top-grade spiritual stones in the sound blade array at once, and shouted softly: "Get up".

The sound blade was like a flash of lightning, passing through the cave blocked by trees, quickly going up, coming to the air, and flying at high speed towards the direction of the Dream Sect.

Opposite the mountain where they were was another mountain, with a huge canyon in the middle.

Fortunately, the space on the sound blade was quite spacious, just enough to set up two independent spaces.

Wang Lu released the Ironwood Ape puppet, gave it a bag of top-grade wind spirit stones, and let it control the sound blade, release a simple ban, and meditate to practice.

Shadow also practiced silently like Wang Lu.

They were all at the critical moment of breaking through. Although they had received unexpected spiritual wine to strengthen their bodies, their physical strength far exceeded the needs of breaking through, but their mana still needed to be constantly polished.

The purer the mana, the easier it would be to break through.

Of course, Shadow had to go through the thunder tribulation to break through from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul.

The inner demon was the top priority. He had killed countless people and monsters in the sea, which would be a big flaw.

So this also led to the fact that the highest level of cultivation of the Shadow Division since its establishment was the Golden Core Great Perfection. If they wanted to break through the Nascent Soul stage, in addition to the countless hidden injuries and setbacks in their bodies, the biggest problem was the inner demon.

Under the control of the Ironwood Ape puppet, the sound blade rushed towards the Dream Sect day and night.

The two were completely immersed in cultivation and ignored the outside world.

Although Shadow has good qualifications, he is in charge of the Shadow Division, and he always thinks about the mission. He has less time for cultivation, and most of the time he uses pills to force his cultivation.

Wang Lu is not much different from him. Although he rarely has missions, he has almost always used pills to break through from the early, middle and late stages of foundation building to the great perfection of foundation building.

It can be said that the time for making talismans took up half of his life. Such long-term pure cultivation is very precious to him. Even the eight months of quiet cultivation after the battle with Ku Yao are not as pure as this time.

The two of them fell into the concentration of polishing their magic power.

Time passed unknowingly for a month, three months, half a year, a year, a year and a half, and two years. The sound blade stopped steadily on the outskirts of Cuiping Mountain in the Dream Sect.

Wang Lu had put away the puppet long ago, and Shadow stood side by side with him.

The criss-crossing scars on his face like earthworms disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a middle-aged cultivator who was domineering and majestic like a mountain, and a murderous aura that was not angry but powerful was faintly revealed.

It can be seen that the old man's ointment named "Wanshangling" played an indispensable role.

The sound blade slowly descended from mid-air, and the two jumped down. The sunlight in the sky gently scattered on their bodies. The unique green mountain breeze of Cuiping Mountain seemed to blow over. The main peak of Cuiping Mountain in the distance was like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

Wang Lu put away the sound blade and told Shadow that the sect was five thousand miles away.

"Hah!"

Shadow let out a long whistle, which immediately startled countless birds flapping their wings and flying away. The whistle did not dissipate for a long time, echoing and circling.

Wang Lu laughed long, took out the core disciple token, and cast a spell. In an instant, a gap was broken in the Wanli formation covering the entire Cuiping Mountain.

The two showed their skills. Wang Lu jumped fifty feet away, and Shadow was as good as him.

Seeing this, he understood that Shadow's skills and speed were still a little bit behind his own.

The mountain wind slid past them, and they passed through valleys, mountains and forests, and passed through beautiful and spiritual bamboo seas.

Two hours later, the two came to the vast square at the foot of the main peak of Cuiping Mountain, where people came and went.

The square was like a large market, and all factions of the sect had established business offices here.

Wang Lu explained to Shadow in detail that with Cuiping Mountain as the center, the entire Fantasy Sect radiated thousands of miles in all directions. Cuiping Mountain was the main peak, where the meeting and the sect master lived; Bifeng Gorge was located in the southwest, where the Dream Pavilion was located; Yuxiu Peak was in the southeast, where the Fantasy Gate was located; Yaxiu Mountain was exclusively occupied by the Treasure Pavilion; Zhuyun Mountain was where the elders and disciples of the family lived.

The Fantasy Sect is based on the Dream Pavilion and the Fantasy Gate. Over the past ten thousand years, it has gradually formed nine series and four major families, namely the Refining Hall, the Dan Pavilion, the Daomai, the Meilou, the Divine Power Gate, the Puppet Hall, the Sword Pavilion, the Array Dao, the Futang, the Liu Family, the Yan Family, the Xiong Family, and the Yang Family.

The nine series and four major families are distributed in the Fantasy Sect within a radius of ten thousand miles, guarding the main peak, Cuiping Mountain.

Wang Lu also mentioned that the Futang where he was located was in Ziyun Mountain, three thousand miles to the southeast. If Shadow had time, he asked him not to dislike the simplicity of their Futang.

Shadow had been in the dark all his life. Returning to the sect with Wang Lu made him recognize this junior brother from the bottom of his heart, even if Wang Lu did not break through the Jindan.

The Fantasy Sect has a ten thousand mile air ban, which is only for the sect disciples below the Jindan stage, but there is no such restriction for the Jindan stage and above or the core disciples of the sect.

The responsibility is heavy, they did not stop, and ran towards the top of Cuiping Mountain with all their strength.

Not long after, the two arrived at the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, there was an open area, and the dreamlike Dream Palace was located on the edge of the cliff. The two walked slowly to the palace door.

Guarding the palace were two powerful monks in the late Jindan stage. Wang Lu took out the token of the sect's core disciples, and Shadow took out a small token as black as ink and handed it to one of them.

The two waited outside the door for half an incense stick, and under the guidance of another monk, Wang Lu walked into the Dream Palace for the second time.