Mortal Cultivator

Wang Lu stood quietly in front of the cave that belonged to him, motionless like a sculpture.

However, from his eyes as deep as a pool of water, there was a touch of heart-pounding determination and resoluteness.

On the stone table not far behind him, a Taoist tool that had just been successfully refined was placed upright.

Although this Taoist tool looked a bit plain, a closer look would reveal that it exuded an ancient and mysterious unique atmosphere.

Its surface was engraved with dense and intricate runes, which appeared and disappeared from time to time like the twinkling stars in the night sky, as if they had life and were unusually agile.

What was even more amazing was that when the air around the Taoist tool flowed slightly, the flickering runes actually underwent subtle changes, intertwined and merged with each other, forming a series of strange and bizarre patterns.

At the same time, a terrifying force powerful enough to destroy the world was slowly surging inside this Taoist artifact, as if it could break free from its restraints and burst out at any time.

This was a shocking work that he had created after going through countless hardships, exhausting countless efforts and countless rare materials, and practicing in seclusion for several days!

In those long and lonely days, he studied and pondered every detail day and night, pouring all his wisdom and energy into it.

Finally, the emperor's efforts paid off, and this Taoist artifact was perfectly presented in his hands! It exudes a heart-pounding light, as if it contains endless mysterious power.

At this moment, looking at this Taoist artifact in front of him that condensed all his efforts, his heart was excited, and his ambitions instantly surged in his heart.

In the past years, he had personally set foot on the ancient battlefield outside the domain, and the many difficulties and obstacles he had experienced, like a series of thrilling paintings, slowly unfolded one by one in the depths of his mind.

There, the wind howled, the sand and rocks flew, as if to tear the world apart; the endless darkness enveloped every inch of land, making people feel deeply desperate and helpless.

However, facing all this, he had no fear or intention to retreat.

Now, the powerful Taoist weapon was in his hand, emitting a frightening light. It was like an indestructible fortress, giving him infinite strength and confidence. With this Taoist weapon, he firmly believed that he already had the ability to overcome any difficulties.

So, he held his head high and looked firmly into the distance, at the mysterious land that once frightened him but was full of infinite temptation. He secretly swore in his heart: no matter what unknowns and challenges were waiting ahead, he would never retreat and move forward bravely!

At that moment, he felt as if a ball of extremely hot flames suddenly rose in his chest. This ball of fire burned fiercely, and its fierceness was as hard to contain as a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and it became more and more fierce.

It spread and expanded wantonly, and everything it passed was dyed a fiery red. As time went by, the fire not only did not weaken at all, but burned more and more vigorously, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

However, surprisingly, this blazing fire did not bring him fear and anxiety. On the contrary, it was like a bright light, illuminating the originally dark road ahead of him.

Under the reflection of the fire, the thorns and traps hidden in the darkness were nowhere to be found, and were clearly displayed in front of him.

And he stepped on this light without hesitation, took firm and powerful steps, and bravely marched towards a new journey. Every step he took was accompanied by sparks, as if announcing his unyielding determination and courage to the world.

In the depths of the distant universe, there is a mysterious area known as the "Ancient Battlefield Outside the Territory". It seems to be a world independent of the present world, filled with suffocating atmosphere and endless mysteries.

This ancient battlefield is vast and boundless, and it is desolate and dilapidated at a glance. The broken wreckage of stars, scorched land, and decaying architectural ruins are scattered among them, telling the tragic battles that have taken place. And under this seemingly dead appearance, there are countless opportunities and deadly dangers.

Since ancient times, there have been rumors that in the endless smoke and ruins, there are precious Taoist fruits left by the powerful people in ancient times. These Taoist fruits contain unimaginable powerful forces and profound and mysterious methods of practice. If you are lucky enough to get one of them, you can break the bottleneck of your own cultivation and move towards a higher level of the road to immortality. However, it is not easy to obtain these Taoist fruits.

The ancient battlefield not only has a harsh environment and complex terrain obstacles, but also lurks various extremely dangerous monsters and evil forces. Every step may be hidden with murderous intent, and if you are not careful, you will fall into an irreversible situation.

But even so, there are still many brave and fearless monks who flock to this place, eager to explore the mysteries and get the opportunity to change their fate.

Last time, Wang Lu stepped into the ancient and mysterious battlefield alone, and experienced many difficulties and obstacles along the way. In this place full of dangers and monsters, one can fall into an irretrievable situation if he is not careful. However, with his tenacious will and excellent fighting skills, Wang Lu still gained something and successfully obtained some rare treasures and resources.

Unfortunately, because its strength still lags far behind the powerful beings in this ancient battlefield, it ultimately failed to achieve all its goals and had to return with hatred. Not only that, in the fierce battle, Wang Lu was seriously injured, and his injuries were so serious that he almost lost his life. If he hadn't stayed calm in the face of danger, used his last bit of strength to escape from the battlefield, and found a safe place to heal his injuries, he might have died long ago.

After a period of recuperation and practice, Wang Lu finally recovered as before. Moreover, during this period, he carefully refined an amazingly powerful Taoist weapon. This Taoist artifact was made by integrating countless precious materials and his own unique understanding of Taoism. The power contained in it was enough to greatly enhance Wang Lu's strength.

Now, Wang Lu once again stood at the entrance of the ancient battlefield, with a firm light shining in his eyes. Holding the brand-new Taoist weapon in his hand, he was full of confidence. This time he came here to avenge his shame and regain everything he had lost before! It can be said that at this moment, Wang Lu is determined to win, and no difficulty can stop him from moving forward.

At the same moment, all the forces in the ancient world began to move like a swarm of disturbed bees. These forces have always been secretly competing in this ancient Taoist world, and they are constantly fighting openly. No one is willing to give in to each other. But at this moment, when they heard that the coveted Tao Fruit was hidden in the mysterious ancient battlefield, the fire of desire in their hearts was instantly ignited, and all of them had ulterior motives and scheming.

They knew that the battle for the treasure would be extremely fierce and cruel, but the alluring Dao Fruit was like the brightest star in the night sky, attracting everyone's attention. Whether it is a powerful ancient sect, a newly rising family power, or those peerless masters who work alone, they all hide their thoughts deep in their hearts. On the surface, everything is calm, but secretly they are already gearing up to prepare for this battle. Show off your skills in the thrilling treasure hunting feast, and strive to be the first to win the legendary Tao Fruit.

Lingxiao Sect is one of the long-established and famous forces in the ancient Taoist world. In this vast world of practice, it is like a majestic mountain that has endured the vicissitudes of time without falling. Now, facing a dispute of great importance, Lingxiao Sect resolutely sent out its most outstanding disciple-Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was seen wearing a long gown as white as snow, with the sleeves fluttering gently in the wind, as if blending into the surrounding white clouds. He held an exquisite folding fan in his hand, with lifelike paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds on the fan. However, despite his graceful appearance, like an immortal descending from the earth, there was a sharp chill in his eyes that made people dare not look directly at him.

This chill does not come from his indifference, but from his perseverance and courage honed through years of hard training. In the depths of his deep eyes, there seems to be endless wisdom and power hidden, and when the time is right, it will burst out and shock the world.

I saw a crystal-clear sword floating quietly beside him. The blade of the sword exuded a heart-stopping cold light, the light flashing as if it could split the void, and its cold aura made people shudder. There is no doubt that this sword is no ordinary thing, but an extremely rare and amazingly powerful magic weapon!

This time, he was charged with the arduous mission of reviving the reputation of Lingxiao Sect, and resolutely embarked on the road to the mysterious ancient battlefield. The entire Lingxiao Sect has placed high hopes on him, hoping that he can find the legendary Tao Fruit in this ancient battlefield full of dangers and opportunities, and successfully bring it back to the sect. Because only by obtaining this extremely precious Dao Fruit can Lingxiao Sect hope to regain its former glory and stand at the pinnacle of the world of immortality again. Faced with such a huge responsibility and everyone's ardent expectations, he secretly vowed to fulfill his mission. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and difficulties, he will never give up!

In contrast, the Black Demon Palace sent their most effective general Sun Yan. Sun Yan was tall and burly, exuding a strong black demonic aura. He held a huge battle ax in his hand. Runes were surging on the ax, and every rune seemed to contain the roar of the devil. The Black Demon Palace has always been known for its unscrupulous methods in the ancient Taoist world, and Sun Yan is no exception. All he thinks about is how to snatch the Tao Fruit in the ancient battlefield, and other things are not within the scope of his consideration.

In addition to the two eye-catching forces, there are also many small and medium-sized sects and solitary cultivators. They can't restrain their inner impulses and desires. They form teams one after another and can't wait to move towards the mysterious and ancient battlefield. Go ahead. Although these small and medium-sized sects are smaller in scale and less powerful, they also have an eager desire to increase their power; while those casual cultivators who practice alone hope more to be able to survive in this turbulent and troubled world. Looking for an opportunity to settle down and gain a firm foothold.

Suddenly, the originally peaceful and peaceful ancient road world became noisy and noisy. In front of the teleportation array leading to the ancient battlefield outside the territory, there were crowds of people and a lot of people. People were jostling one after another, and the noises came one after another, as if they were going to shake the entire sky. Some were in groups, excitedly discussing the upcoming adventure; some were standing alone and silently, with firm eyes but a hint of nervousness. Various voices are intertwined, including curious speculations about the unknown world, declarations of confidence in one's own abilities, and also faint worries about possible dangers. However, no matter what, the persistent pursuit of opportunity and survival in everyone's heart has never wavered.

On a sunny morning, Wang Lu said goodbye to his relatives, friends and everyone in his sect, and resolutely embarked on the long journey to the mysterious and dangerous ancient battlefield alone. I saw that he was tall and slender, wearing a robe as black as ink and of fine quality. The sleeves of the robe were dancing in the wind, making him even more elegant.

On his back was a long sword with a cold light shining steadily on it. The hilt was inlaid with gems, and the scabbard was engraved with complex and ancient runes. It was obvious that this long sword had an extraordinary origin. In his right hand, he held a Taoist weapon that he had just refined with his own hands. This Taoist artifact exudes a faint but heart-stopping light, as if it contains endless power and mystery.

Wang Lu's steps were firm and steady. Every step seemed to step on the pulse of the earth, leaving shallow footprints. His eyes are as sharp as a falcon, looking straight ahead, without fear of what is coming

The moment he entered the ancient battlefield, a strong smell of blood hit his face, and he was surrounded by a desolate scene. Broken walls and ruins could be seen everywhere, and black mist spewed out from the cracks on the ground from time to time, as if this land was telling a story. The brutal battles of the past.

Wang Lu stepped lightly, moving forward cautiously like a cautious cat. In his tightly held hand, a Taoist weapon emitting faint light was trembling slightly, as if it had life, and he was keenly aware of the dangerous atmosphere lurking around him.

At this moment, a sudden and powerful wave of spiritual power swept toward him from the front like a surging wave. Wang Lu was startled, and quickly steadied himself, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking intently in the direction where the spiritual energy fluctuations were coming from. Not far away, a group of low-level monsters with ferocious faces and exposed fangs were seen surrounding a seriously injured casual cultivator.

The casual cultivator was in ragged clothes and covered in blood. He had obviously experienced a brutal battle. Faced with a large number of extremely ferocious monsters, although he struggled to resist, he was ultimately outnumbered and the situation was precarious. The group of monster beasts let out deep roars, their eyes flashing with greed and ferocity, and they approached the casual cultivator step by step, seemingly ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

The casual cultivator looked pale, had multiple injuries on his body, and was already somewhat powerless. Wang Lu's heart moved, and he wanted to help, but then he thought about the purpose of his visit and hesitated a little. However, just as he turned around to leave, the casual cultivator let out a desperate cry: "Fellow Taoist, save me! I am willing to repay you with the location of a treasure I know!"

Wang Lu stopped and after thinking for a moment, decided to save the casual cultivator. With a flash of his body, he rushed into the group of monster beasts, swung his long sword in his hand, and slashed out several fierce sword energy, killing several monster beasts in an instant. Seeing this, the remaining monsters fled in all directions. Wang Lu came to the casual cultivator, fed him a healing elixir, and asked, "Where is the treasure you mentioned?"

The casual cultivator glanced at Wang Lu gratefully and said, "In the center of the ancient battlefield, there is an ancient ruins. I once felt a powerful spiritual power fluctuation there. There must be something extraordinary in it. But that The ruins are surrounded by powerful restrictions and I cannot enter."

Wang Lu felt happy. After thanking the casual cultivators, he rushed towards the center of the ancient battlefield. Along the way, he met other immortal cultivators from time to time. Some were fighting monsters, while others were fighting each other to snatch resources. Wang Lu tried his best to avoid these disputes and preserve his strength.

However, things didn't go that smoothly. When he came to a valley, he was blocked by Zhao Feng and others from Lingxiao Sect. Zhao Feng looked at Wang Lu, smiled slightly, and said, "Fellow Taoist Wang Lu, long time no see. I heard that you have refined a powerful Taoist weapon this time. Can I let Zhao see it?"

Wang Lu's eyes turned cold and he said, "Zhao Feng, I don't want to be your enemy. You'd better get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhao Feng didn't take it seriously. The Lingxiao Sect disciples behind him showed their magic weapons and surrounded Wang Lu. Zhao Feng smiled and said: "Wang Lu, the treasures in this ancient battlefield have always been reserved for those who are capable. If you hand over the Taoist artifact today, I will let you live, how about it?"

Wang Lu snorted coldly, holding the Taoist weapon tightly in his hand, his spiritual power surging in his body, ready to take action at any time. Just as the two sides were at war with each other, Sun Yan from the Black Demon Palace suddenly appeared with a group of people. Sun Yan saw the confrontation between Wang Lu, Zhao Feng and others, and laughed loudly: "What are you doing? What, do you want to monopolize the treasures of this ancient battlefield? It's not that easy!"

With that said, Sun Yan directed the disciples of the Black Demon Palace to attack Wang Lu, Zhao Feng and others. Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Lu took advantage of the melee between the three parties to use his skills and quickly fled the scene. He knew that it was not appropriate for him to get too entangled with these people now. The top priority was to find the ruins as soon as possible and seize the Dao Fruit.

After some twists and turns, Wang Lu finally came to the ruins that the casual cultivator mentioned. In front of you is an ancient and magnificent building, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. The walls of the building are engraved with various runes and patterns, which seem to tell an ancient history. Wang Lu approached the ruins cautiously, trying to break the surrounding restrictions.

He used the knowledge of formations he had learned, combined with the induction of spiritual power, to slowly explore the flaws in the restriction. Time passed by, and Wang Lu's forehead was covered with sweat, but he never gave up. Finally, with his unremitting efforts, he found a weak point in the restriction and successfully entered the ruins.

The interior of the ruins was dark and damp, and filled with a foul smell. Wang Lu moved forward vigilantly, and the Taoist weapon in his hand emitted a faint light, illuminating the road ahead. Suddenly, a black shadow passed over his head. Wang Lu reacted quickly and stabbed the long sword in his hand upwards. With a scream, a bat-like monster fell to the ground.

Continuing to go deeper into the ruins, Wang Lu came to a hall. In the center of the hall was a stone platform, on which was suspended a fruit emitting colorful light, which was exactly the Taoist fruit he had dreamed of. Wang Lu was excited and walked slowly towards the stone platform. Just when he was about to touch the Taoist fruit, a powerful spiritual power fluctuation suddenly surged around him, and phantoms appeared from all directions and attacked him.

Wang Lu quickly cast a defensive spell and sacrificed his own Taoist weapon at the same time, and started a fierce battle with these phantoms. These phantoms were powerful and numerous, and Wang Lu gradually fell into a bitter battle. But with his tenacious will and excellent fighting skills, he resolved the attacks of the phantoms again and again.

During the battle, Wang Lu found that the attacks of these phantoms seemed to have a certain pattern. He calmed down, observed carefully, and finally found the flaws of the phantoms. He seized the opportunity and unleashed his strongest attack. A dazzling light shot out from the Taoist weapon, instantly shattering all the phantoms.

Panting, Wang Lu came to the stone platform and reached out to take the Taoist fruit. The moment he took the Taoist fruit, the entire ruins began to tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse. Wang Lu did not dare to stay and quickly ran out of the ruins.

When he walked out of the ruins, he found that many immortal cultivators had gathered outside, including Zhao Feng, Sun Yan and others. When they saw the Taoist fruit in Wang Lu's hand, greedy eyes appeared in their eyes.

Zhao Feng snorted coldly and said, "Wang Lu, hand over the Dao fruit, otherwise you will die today!"

Sun Yan also echoed on the side: "That's right, you can't leave with the Dao fruit alone!"

Wang Lu looked around and knew that he was in a desperate situation today. But he was not afraid at all. Instead, he took the Dao fruit into his arms, tightly grasped the Dao weapon in his hand, and prepared to fight to the death with these people.

Just as everyone was about to take action, the sky of the ancient battlefield suddenly became dark, and a strong pressure came from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a huge monster appeared in the sky. The monster was as big as a mountain, covered with black scales, with red light flashing in its eyes, exuding a terrifying breath.

The monster roared and pounced on everyone. Seeing this, everyone fled in fear. Wang Lu also took the opportunity to display his skills and ran towards the edge of the ancient battlefield. During the escape, he looked back from time to time, and saw the monster rampaging in the ancient battlefield, and many immortal cultivators died under its claws.

Wang Lu secretly felt lucky that he had escaped, but he also knew that the danger of the ancient battlefield was far beyond imagination. He took the Dao fruit and carefully left the ancient battlefield and returned to the ancient Dao world. Although this trip to the ancient battlefield was difficult, he also gained a lot.

Not only did he get the Dao fruit, but he also improved his strength in the battle. He knew that he had taken another solid step on the road of immortal cultivation, but the road ahead was still long, and there were more challenges waiting for him.