Many Children And Many Blessings, I Am Flourishing In The Immortal Cultivation World

"Master!"

Chen Daoxuan struggled to get up and rushed to Murong Ye's side, helping him up. Murong Ye covered his chest, his face pale, and his breath weak.

"I'm fine."

Murong Ye weakly shook his head, "Thanks to your timely intervention, my meridians are not severely damaged. I didn't expect this old guy to still be alive and secretly plotting. It's my carelessness that led to underestimating the enemy. Otherwise, a mere Nascent Soul... cough..."

Murong Ye suddenly coughed, spitting out a mouthful of black blood that fell to the ground, surrounded by black smoke.

"Boom!"

Another explosion came from outside the door.

Obviously, the demonic cultivators outside had not given up.

"Quick! Help me over there!"

Murong Ye's face grew even paler. With Chen Daoxuan's support, he came to the front of a tombstone. Murong Ye reached out and touched it with True Qi, causing it to emit a brilliant light and a huge formation suddenly appeared.

Chen Daoxuan felt his vision blur.

Another world appeared before him.

Green mountains and rivers lay beneath his feet, with a blue sky and white clouds overhead. In the distance, there was a stream flowing gently, creating a pleasant sound.

"That tombstone is my master's Sixth Grade Spiritual Treasure. It can transform into another world. It's extremely safe here. After I recover, we can leave."

Murong Ye sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals, enveloping himself in supreme luck.

Chen Daoxuan sat on the ground and casually took out a ring he had obtained from Sun Daorong's body.

This was truly a cunning old monster who had lived for who knows how many years!

The ring contained many precious treasures, especially the spiritual herbs in the mountains, which were countless and piled up like a mountain.

Chen Daoxuan felt delighted. Although this journey was dangerous, the rewards were abundant. This would greatly enrich the family's heritage.

Outside the cave at this moment...

Three men wearing red robes with blood-red eyes stopped their attacks.

"It has been nearly a hundred years since his death, yet the seal he left behind still possesses such powerful energy. We probably won't be able to break this seal in a short time."

The man in the center had a cold expression.

Under the moonlight, his body appeared slightly reddish, and his eyes were blood-red.

Under his long sleeves, there were eerie movements, as if something was wriggling.

"If we cause too much commotion, it might attract attention and be detrimental to our plan."

The man on the left wore a strange mask made from a human skull.

"In that case, the three of us will seal off this place."

"Although the woman inside is a strong cultivator at the Soul Formation Stage, I can sense that she is heavily injured!"

The man on the right, whose face couldn't be seen, was enveloped in a faint black mist. His body emitted an extremely rotten aura. With each step he took, bits of flesh and blood would fall off, only to be swept up by the black mist and reattach to his body.

"Third brother, you don't need to take action."

The man in the middle shook his head. "Your life is nearing its end. Save your strength for the important matter. Second brother and I will handle it."

The two men extended their hands, and a rolling black mist gathered in mid-air, transforming into a giant centipede hundreds of meters long. The centipede quickly crawled and trapped the entire mountain pass.

After settling down, the centipede's body gradually faded and turned into rocks.

"Let's go."

After dealing with everything, the three quietly left.

...

Mysterious Passage Sect.

Two disciples hurriedly supported a person as they rushed into the sect.

"What's going on?"

Coincidentally, the outer sect elder was out on business and saw the three of them, so he hurriedly came forward to ask.

"Elder, something terrible has happened..."

Before he could finish speaking, a disciple from the inner sect hurriedly arrived, his face filled with fear and anxiety.

"Elder, the Universal Truth Hall... the bronze bell has rung..." The inner sect disciple trembled.

"What?" The elder's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The first generation sect master of the Mysterious Passage Sect was an unparalleled powerhouse between heaven and earth. The path he walked was not an ordinary cultivation path, but a method of insight to understand the past, present, and future of all beings.

In his old age, the first generation sect master, due to revealing too many secrets, faced numerous heavenly condemnations. Afraid of implicating the sect, he left directly. Before leaving, he built a large bell.

The sect master left behind a message: "When the bronze bell rings, the sect will be destroyed! Grasp the opportunity, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

These twelve words made several successors of the sect tremble with fear and act cautiously. However, as time passed and nothing happened to the sect, everyone buried this matter in their hearts.

Moreover, the latter six words among these twelve words still held a glimmer of hope.

But they never expected that in this seemingly peaceful era, such a major event would occur!

"Where did the sect master go?" The elder urgently asked.

"The sect master went out with Chen Daoxuan yesterday to deal with two beast kings and has not returned yet," the disciple hurriedly replied.

"The sect master is now at the Soul Formation stage, while Chen Daoxuan is only at the Gold Core Rank One stage. Although his strength is formidable and he can fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator, with the sect master's assistance, they should be able to resolve the two beast kings within half a day."

"It has already been a day, something must have happened," the elder's face turned cold as he turned around and said, "Immediately transmit my orders, send two teams to the other two major sects, inform them of the current situation, and let all the disciples who are outside return and prepare the mountain protection formation!"

"Yes!" The inner sect disciple just responded.

"Dong!"

The sound of the bell suddenly rang out. Although they had thought about it before, the sound was faint and only a few people around heard it. But this time, it resounded through the heavens and the earth, reaching the horizon. Inside and outside the sect, even the elders who were in seclusion opened their eyes one after another.

"Dong!"

Another sound.

This time, the sound was like a rolling thunder, causing many low-cultivation disciples to clutch their chests and spit out blood.

Several elders rushed in!

Suddenly, they discovered that the bronze bell, which had hung for countless years, had already shattered.

As if it foretold the future of the sect.

Like a fleeting mirage.

A great disaster was about to strike.

All the elders gathered together. With the sect master absent, they could only take control of the entire sect and quickly arrange manpower, sending some young disciples with strong talents but still young in age down the mountain.

The flame of the sect must be preserved.

Two elders led separate teams to report the news to the other two sects.

...

In front of a mountain range.

A masked man stood on a tree, quietly waiting. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air in the distance, and the man's eyes narrowed slightly.

He rushed forward directly!

Black mist rolled in the sky, and more than a dozen bodies fell from the sky!

The masked man arrived in front of the bodies and extended his hand. Several eerie red threads entered the bodies, and these corpses were resurrected, becoming puppets under the control of the masked man.

The other team was also annihilated.

The team that went to report the news to the two major sects was directly controlled by demonic cultivators.