The Path to Immortality

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Chong's expression suddenly changed.

If this is the case, then Junior Brother Fang might want to sell them out and use it as his way to join the demon cultivator!

He looked a little less calm and said decisively: "The departure time has come, and there are still people who haven't come yet, so don't wait! Everyone, follow me back to Mingyun Immortal City immediately!"

After saying that, Jiang Chong was the first to board the flying boat and urged the flying boat to set sail.

Seeing this, the other foundation builders flew up one after another, regardless of what they were thinking.

Several flying boats filled with Luoyang Sect disciples quickly flew through the air and flew to the south.

In their haste, they didn't realize that there were already demonic cultivators lurking outside the Wuji Sect's camp, spying on the five major immortal monks of the Liang Kingdom who were scrambling to evacuate.

The journey back is destined to be uneventful!

However, all this has nothing to do with Fang Ping anymore.

………

The escaping light streaked across the sky, coming from the north, and finally stopped over a lush mountain range.

"This should be the real mountain!"

After patrolling twice in the air and comparing the nearby terrain, Fang Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after traveling for more than ten days before arriving here.

Because he escaped quickly enough and deliberately avoided the retreat routes of the monks from the five major sects, it can be said that he did not encounter any surprises on his way south this time.

"The next step is to find the specific location of Guangjin's tower..."

He flew lower and explored above Huizhen Mountain.

Since Master Guangjin set up a test and left an opportunity for future generations, he naturally would not build the tower in a remote place where it was difficult for monks to find it.

It only took Fang Ping a quarter of an hour to see an antique pagoda halfway up the sunny side of Huizhen Mountain.

From the outside, the pagoda looks only more than ten feet high. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. Even though it has passed through the years, it still looks new and there are no signs of dilapidation at all.

In the open space in front of the pagoda, there was an unknown monk who came to explore the opportunity and left a simple bamboo pavilion here.

In the bamboo pavilion, there is a tall stone tablet, which is covered with dense handwriting using magic power.

Fang Ping's figure floated down in front of the bamboo pavilion. He looked around a few times and found that the writings on the stone tablet were all testimonials left by monks who had come here for training in the past generations, either after success or failure.

Of course, there are only a few that succeed, and it’s hard to tell whether they are true or false, but there are many that fail.

Some complained that the difficulty was too high; some came too early due to annoyance and impulsiveness; some regretted their mistakes; some beat their chests and lamented that the 50,000 hard-earned low-grade spiritual stones were wasted.

The most important thing is to simply write down your identity and cultivation level to prove that you have been in this world and have worked hard to attack the golden elixir!

It feels a bit like the immortal version of XX visiting here.

"The earliest handwriting can probably be traced back thousands of years... It's a pity that although the handwriting can be engraved on stone and passed down to future generations, the person has long since died and no longer exists."

Fang Ping looked at the stone tablet, remembering the grace of the senior monks, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

After all, the deeds engraved on the monument are not as good as one's own longevity!

...But since everyone is here, it is definitely necessary to join in the excitement.

Fang Ping barely found a gap on the back of the stone tablet, and used his magic power as a carving knife to carve his name on it.

"Brother Fang Ping, come here for a visit!"

If you really become an immortal and become an ancestor in the future, this place might even become a living immortal site for future generations of monks to admire and worship!

After leaving his name, Fang Ping no longer wasted time and walked out of the bamboo pavilion and came to the ancient pagoda.

The pagoda has no windows, and there is a pair of red lacquered doors at the bottom, but the doors are closed at the moment.

Fang Ping used his spiritual consciousness to explore for a moment, but didn't notice any danger, so he tried to take a few steps forward.

Just when he stepped onto the first stone step in front of the pagoda gate, the restriction left by Guang Jin was automatically triggered.

The next moment, a phantom of a magic weapon that looked like a cornucopia appeared in front of Fang Ping.

At the same time, a realization appeared in his heart out of thin air: The spiritual stone is enough, and the tower door is open!

"As expected, you need to pay 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones to enter... I hope I can gain something this time and not lose 50,000 spiritual stones in vain!"

Fang Ping murmured, opened the bag of supplies, and began to pour spiritual stones into it.

The cornucopia is obviously just a shadow, but it seems to be connected to a bottomless cave that is invisible to the naked eye. No matter how many spiritual stones are poured into it, there is no sign of it becoming full.

It wasn't until Fang Ping put in a total of 50,000 spiritual stones that the cornucopia suddenly shook, spitting out a key-shaped talisman made of spiritual light.

"This talisman should be the ticket to enter the tower."

Because he didn't know the situation inside the tower, Fang Ping did not enter rashly. Instead, he made thorough preparations and was prepared to encounter danger and attacks upon entering. Then he stepped forward and took hold of the talisman.

The next moment, the talisman lit up with bright light, wrapping him around him.

After a moment, his body disappeared from the place.

………

"Guangjin, Guangjin, wake up quickly. Master Linghuan is going to give a lecture soon. Why are you still snoozing?"

An anxious voice sounded in his ears.

Fang Ping woke up in a daze and found himself in a dilapidated thatched cottage.

Through the gaps in the thatched cottage, you can vaguely see the mountain scenery outside.

In front of him was a young man dressed as a common casual cultivator, who was only at the third level of Qi training. He was standing in front of him, urging himself slightly dissatisfied.

Fang Ping was stunned: "Who are you?"

He looked around subconsciously, why was he here?

"Are you confused because of sleep? How come you don't even recognize me?" The young cultivator seemed to be angry and laughed, pointing at his nose: "We just became sworn brothers last month and are known as the Changyu Shuangyi. How come you don't even recognize me, Qin Bang, after waking up?"

Changyu Shuangyi?

Qin Bang?

It was obviously a name he had never heard of, but when Fang Ping was about to recall it, he found that two pieces of information quietly emerged in his mind from nowhere. The vague memory told him that it seemed to be true.

And the harder he tried to recall it, the more he believed it!

Seeing Fang Ping still in a daze, wondering what he was thinking, the young cultivator who called himself Qin Bang urged Fang Ping again: "I say, Guangjin, what happened to you today? You look so strange! That Master Linghuan is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. He pities us, the casual cultivators who rely on Changyu Mountain for cultivation, and only takes one day every six months to come here to preach. If you miss today, you will have to wait until the end of the year!"

Master Linghuan?

Guangjin?

For no reason, Fang Ping felt something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he just felt it was wrong!

Suddenly, he reacted and asked: "Guangjin? Are you calling me?"

Qin Bang nodded as a matter of course: "Of course I'm calling you, who else could I be calling?"

Fang Ping immediately shook his head: "No, my name is not Guangjin!"

Qin Bang looked at Fang Ping with a look of idiot: "If you are not Guangjin, who else could it be?"

Fang Ping opened his mouth to speak, and was about to say his real name, but suddenly fell into confusion.