The Path to Immortality

"We should be arriving at the Western Wasteland soon..."

Feeling the changes in the spiritual energy along the way, both Duanmu Chen and Ding Biwu looked a little excited.

On this journey, they didn't know how much effort they had put in, how many dangers and battles they had experienced. From the initial reduction of seven people to the current three, they were finally about to see the light of day.

Even Fang Ping, who had a firm heart, was also excited.

Not only because of the dangers he had experienced, but also because, from the four-way geomancy map he had obtained and the fragmentary information he had read in the sect, the Western Wasteland was a continent thousands of times larger than Yunzhou. Whether it was spiritual energy or various cultivation resources, it was more abundant than Yunzhou, and it was definitely a great place for cultivation.

"With my qualifications, it would be more difficult to form a golden elixir in Yunzhou than to build a foundation. But if I reach the Western Wasteland, it would be much easier to gather the resources to refine the golden elixir..."

Although their motives were different, the three of them secretly quickened their pace.

After several days of rushing,

The concentration of spiritual energy in the world was several times higher than that of the previous few days. Even in the ordinary wilderness and forest, it was at the level of some spiritual lands and small markets of some Qi training families in Yunzhou.

If those casual cultivators and cultivators from Qi training families who were fighting for a first-level inferior spiritual vein knew this, I wonder how complicated their feelings would be.

Annoyed? Angry? Frustrated?

Or, complaining about the injustice of heaven?

No matter what these cultivators thought, at least Fang Ping relied on his own strength to jump out of this corner of Yunzhou in the middle stage of foundation building.

A wider world was waiting for him!

………

After killing several unexpected monsters again.

The three flew over a spiritual mountain about hundreds of feet high and covered with lush vegetation. At the end of the horizon, they saw the exit at the other end of Jishishan Mountain that Taoist Jinghai had described to them.

It was a canyon that was wide outside and narrow inside, and there was a cultivator camp guarding this place. As long as you cross this pass, you can officially step into the land of the Western Wilderness.

"Finally!"

Looking at the exit from afar, Duanmu Chen was filled with emotion, and tears appeared in his eyes, but he used his magic power to cover them up in an instant.

Ding Biwu was suspended in the air, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Only the violent ups and downs of his chest were enough to prove that the other party was not calm.

Perhaps, silence is better than words at this time.

Fang Ping also stood in the void, and the dangers of this trip flashed quickly in his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally all were suppressed deep in his heart.

After a moment of silence, the three of them flew towards the exit of the Jishi Valley at the same time.

Seeing that there were foundation-building monks appearing from the direction of Yunzhou, four or five foundation-building monks in the camp at the exit of the canyon rose into the air and blocked their way.

These foundation-building monks were dressed differently, but they had a unified logo pattern on their chests.

Fang Ping had seen that mark on Jinghai Taoist and others. It was the mark of the Jindan Sect Wuhui Sect!

"Stop!"

The leading cultivator, a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, shouted coldly to stop the three people.

As they had just arrived here, the three people naturally did not want to conflict with the Jindan Sect here, so they stopped a few dozen feet away as instructed.

Seeing this, the Wuhui Sect cultivator's expression eased a little, and he said: "Are you three cultivators from Yunzhou Island who want to go to the Western Wilds?"

Duanmu Chen stepped forward and said on behalf of the three people: "I am Duanmu Chen, these two are Fellow Daoist Ding and Fellow Daoist Xu. We are indeed cultivators from Yunzhou and want to go to the Western Wilds. Please let us go."

The Wuhui Sect cultivator said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Duanmu, right? Although we are ordered by the sect to guard this place, we will not block the way of passing cultivators without reason. On weekdays, it is okay to let you pass. However, a few days ago, the soul lamp of a disciple of my Wuhui Sect who served as a guide suddenly went out. I wonder if you three know anything about it?"

After saying that, he looked at the three people with a suspicious and scrutinizing look.

Duanmu Chen was a little worried, but he remained calm on the surface and said, "The person you are referring to, could it be the Taoist Jinghai of Wuhui Temple?"

The Wuhui Sect monk nodded: "Yes, it is Jinghai."

Duanmu Chen sighed and said, "There were originally six people in my group. We all paid spirit stones and signed a contract to serve Wuhui Sect, and followed Taoist Jinghai through Jishi Mountain. Unfortunately, an accident happened on the way..."

He told the five foundation-building monks of Wuhui Temple in detail about the attack by Tianshuang Bingluan.

In order to increase the persuasiveness, he showed the contract certificate he signed with Taoist Jinghai.

"Did Tianshuang Bingluan suddenly wake up from her deep sleep and find your traces?"

The Wuhui Sect monk checked the certificate shown by Duanmu Chen, but did not say whether he believed it or not.

After a few pauses, he said to the three people: "This matter involves the life and death of my Wuhui Sect disciples. It is difficult to make a conclusion based on your empty words. Let's do this. The three of you follow me to the camp below to rest for a while and wait for the steward Liu in charge of this matter to arrive. As long as steward Liu speaks, we will let you go."

This...

Duanmu Chen hesitated for a moment, and exchanged glances with Fang Ping and Ding Biwu. They could see the doubts and concerns in each other's hearts.

The unexpected death of Jinghai Taoist really caused trouble.

But seeing the vigilance of the five Wuhui Sect foundation builders, it seems that if they don't cooperate, they will immediately take action, and the three of them are also a little headache.

We can't really force our way through the barrier just because of this little thing, and make enemies with the Jindan sect like Wuhui Sect, right?

"You two should be patient, and wait for that steward Liu to arrive and see what happens."

Duanmu Chen's identity is theoretically a guest of Wuhui Sect, so he naturally doesn't want to cause any trouble, so he secretly sent a message to persuade the two.

Seeing that things have come to this point, Fang Ping and Ding Biwu can't say anything more, so they agreed to the request of the Wuhui Sect monk.

Under the surveillance of the five people, they landed in a small courtyard below the valley entrance and on the west side of the camp.

The small courtyard is quite empty, with no other buildings except a stone house that can accommodate several people.

Outside the small courtyard, a simple formation is arranged, which not only generates thick fog to block the sight, but also can isolate the monks' spiritual sense to a certain extent.

However, the effect of isolating the monks' spiritual sense is reversed.

The monks outside can explore the situation inside without being affected, while the monks inside who want to explore the situation outside the formation will be suppressed to a certain extent.

People under the eaves, it is not convenient to care about such a small matter.

The three of them each occupied a place and waited patiently.

Duanmu Chen and Ding Biwu did not know the formation, so they could only wait.

Fang Ping was naturally different. On the surface, he just stood with his hands behind his back and paced casually in front of the window of the stone house. In fact, he was using the spirit eye technique and powerful spiritual sense to secretly explore the formation.

After all, it was just a simple basic formation. With Fang Ping's current strength and attainments in the formation, it was not difficult to crack it.

After only a quarter of an hour, Fang Ping's footsteps paused slightly, and there was a little joy in the corner of his eyes.