"Look, kid, your opportunity has come!"

The Imperial Void Cauldron, suspended above Feng Bingwen's head, laughed loudly, and the immortal light emanating from his body transformed into a twelve-story ancient tower covered with golden divine patterns.

Ancient, savage, bloody, murderous, sacred, and many other strange auras are mixed together on this immortal artifact, forging a unique charm.

At this moment, this ancient immortal energy was like a gluttonous beast that knew nothing of protection, greedily absorbing the essence of the giant Kun skeleton, which had been stripped of all its putrid flesh and blood, leaving only its skeletal frame.

As the skeleton of the giant Kun gradually turned to ash and scattered, the already dazzling ancient immortal artifact once again shone with a hazy luster, becoming even more crystalline, as if it were carved from precious jade.

"It's not my destiny, it's the tower's destiny!"

Feng Bingwen replied that the scene before him was somewhat unexpected. Originally, this ancient immortal artifact was not keeping up with his pace, but now it seems that he was wrong.

"What's the difference? Isn't this little guy yours?"

The Imperial Void Cauldron bobbed above Feng Bingwen's head, his tone revealing a hint of interest.

As a spiritual artifact, he viewed the artifact in Feng Bingwen's hand as if it were a young junior taking his first steps.

Even if this immortal artifact was forged earlier than him, the ranking of immortal artifacts is generally based on the time it took for their spiritual essence to take shape and the strength of their spiritual essence.

In this respect, the Imperial Void Cauldron is definitely qualified to look down on the Ancient Sword Tower. After all, this ancient immortal artifact does not even have a complete will; it can only transmit a vague consciousness and cannot communicate smoothly with cultivators.

As for those magical artifacts and treasures that haven't even developed any spirituality, in the eyes of the Imperial Void Cauldron, they aren't even considered to be of the same kind; they're just inanimate objects.

There are many ways to imbue a magical artifact with spirituality and give birth to a complete will: the tempering and baptism of time, the careful maintenance of the user, and of course, the simplest and most direct way is to upgrade its grade.

Originally, Feng Bingwen did not intend to do anything more to this ancient sword tower. Although he had the Heavenly Book in his hands, he wanted to invest his limited resources in the most appropriate places.

As a cultivator, one should naturally prioritize one's own cultivation. Feng Bingwen plans to accumulate enough merit at his current level, and then, when he is about to break through to the Earth Immortal realm, he will turn it into a foundation.

He did not intend to devote resources to a single immortal artifact. No matter how good an immortal artifact was, it was still an external object. When he could quickly improve his cultivation, there was no need to divert his energy to this aspect.

If he is unable to make any further progress for a considerable period of time, he can start refining and trying to upgrade the grade of the immortal magic treasures in his possession to enhance his combat power.

"What you said is not wrong, but what I am looking forward to is an opportunity to quickly improve my current level."

Feng Bingwen nodded, acknowledging the words of the Imperial Void Cauldron. The benefits of this immortal artifact were no different from those of the cauldron falling into his hands.

How do you know there isn't the opportunity you're looking for here?

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's somewhat greedy and insatiable words, the Imperial Void Cauldron asked a meaningful question in return.

"That...you're right!"

Upon receiving this reminder, Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up as he looked around. He saw no end in sight, only vast mountains, expansive plains, and undulating hills.

"Then what are you waiting for here? They let you in, not so you could be a proper guest!"

Yu Xu Immortal Cauldron urged, "I can't see or understand all of this clearly, but I can't abandon Feng Bingwen. So I can only use Feng Bingwen's perspective to observe this world properly."

If the Netherworld is formed, even if it is only a small Netherworld, the Supreme Dao cannot stand aside and ignore it. After all, the power involved is too great and must be supervised to prevent some people from profiting from it. If the cycle of reincarnation is disrupted, the harm to the human race will be immeasurable.

Feng Bingwen was allowed in at this time, probably because of similar considerations. The old-timers of the Netherworld Path probably understood that this matter could not be accomplished peacefully and that the Supreme Path had to be involved. Otherwise, the other immortal sects would not ignore it.

"Charge!"

Hearing that encouraging tone, Feng Bingwen rolled his eyes but said nothing. He stepped on a sword light, then dragged the ancient sword tower in his hand, which was now full and obedient, and plunged down into the ground.

hold head high!

A long, drawn-out screech rang out, followed by a long, glistening black trunk that lashed out from beneath the earth like a toppled pillar of heaven, crashing down upon Feng Bingwen.

Clang!

The Demon-Slaying Sword transformed into a thousand-foot-long sword beam that soared into the sky, landing on the dark pillar of heaven with a resounding clang of metal striking stone. Following the long trunk, Feng Bingwen saw a colossal elephant with stiff limbs and a shriveled body staring straight at him amidst the gray mountains.

"The White Jade Sacred Elephant!"

Looking at the colossal statue that could topple mountains with its movements, shimmering with a jade-like luster, and with six tusks on either side of its nose, Feng Bingwen recognized its origin at a glance.

This clan has a deep connection with Buddhism. Many virtuous Buddhists, such as Bodhisattvas and Arhats, like to take a white jade elephant as their mount, and their fondness for it is second only to that for the golden lion.

Having gained the favor of Buddhism, this race lived a much more comfortable life compared to other ancient and exotic species. Although they were often denounced as lackeys of Buddhism, they still received real benefits.

However, this sacred elephant was not as well-off as its other surviving kin. It was unknown where the Netherworld had obtained its remains and buried them in this Netherworld, allowing its corpse to regain its sentience.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Feng Bingwen. He doesn't care about such things. With the size of the Netherworld Path, it wouldn't be surprising if they buried hundreds or thousands of corpses of remnants with mythical bloodlines. They have the qualifications and the resources to do so.

At this moment, Feng Bingwen was simply excited by the prospect of hunting. The upgrade of the ancient sword tower in his hand was easy to achieve; all he had to do was hunt down those remnants with sufficiently powerful bloodlines.

However, given the current atmosphere and environment, how easy is it to hunt down a powerful mythical remnant? Killing it is simple, but what to do with it afterward is the most crucial question. A slight misstep could lead to disputes and bloodshed.

However, at this moment, seeing these mythical creatures that were buried in the underworld and then crawled out of the earth again, all the previous concerns naturally disappeared.

cut!

Feng Bingwen formed a sword incantation with his hands, his eyes shining brightly. The ancient sword tower, which had just eaten and drunk its fill, also unleashed an unprecedentedly sharp sword aura, assisting Feng Bingwen in setting up a sword formation with overwhelming killing intent once again.

One by one, the magical swords that appeared were no more than three feet long. Under the enhancement of the sword array, they instantly transformed into giant swords ten feet long and shot towards the white jade holy elephant that was roaring and howling, sealing off every possible direction in which it could escape.

Although the white jade elephant did not intend to escape, but rather wanted to fight Feng Bingwen to the death and devour his blood essence.

This is enough to show that the sacred elephant has not been revived for very long, and its intelligence is probably not even as good as that of a seven or eight-year-old human child.

That is why he followed his instincts and, upon seeing Feng Bingwen, a living, breathing creature, launched an attack without hesitation, fighting to the death and directly confronting him head-on, without any regard for the situation.

But Feng Bingwen really liked these straightforward undead; they didn't waste any time talking and didn't utter a single unnecessary word. And even when they were about to be killed, they wouldn't run away.

This will save him a lot of time. As we all know, defeating and killing are not the same level of difficulty. The latter is several times more difficult than the former.

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by a slightly excited laugh, the white jade statue, whose physique was as tough as the golden body of a Buddhist Arhat, finally collapsed like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade after leaving behind enough blood to fill a lake.

Then, the Ancient Sword Tower, which had been giving its all in the battle, transformed into a beam of sword light and rushed to the corpse of the white jade elephant. It devoured the remaining essence within, and the light it emitted instantly became even more intense.

As he watched the power of the ancient immortal artifact in his hand increase further, Feng Bingwen felt gratified, but also couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, although he had gained such a rich harvest after two battles, there was almost no danger to him. It was as if he had picked it up for free. He felt uneasy about picking up such a great benefit so easily.

Therefore, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but feel somewhat anxious and uncertain.

"I've already slain two, no, three powerful Yin Corpses, and cleaned them up so thoroughly that they had no chance of resurrection. This is a bit too much. Will the Netherworld still tolerate me staying here?"

"Why think so much? Let's keep killing you. Even if we want to get rid of you, we have to get enough benefits first. We can't have come here for nothing!"

The Imperial Cauldron didn't seem to care.

"You're right, I need to hurry up and not waste any time!"

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Feng Bingwen began to communicate with the ancient sword tower, whose spirituality had also subtly increased.

"Don't chew slowly, swallow it down in big gulps and store it. You can digest it slowly after we get out. I'll take you to hunt more Yin Corpses first."

Buzz!

Upon receiving Feng Bingwen's order, the ancient sword tower trembled immediately, and rings of brilliant light emanated from it. Upon closer inspection, one could see that within them were wisps of sword energy as fine as cow's hair.

"Don't be stubborn with me. I don't have that much time for you to waste here. If you want to eat more, you'd better behave!"

Feng Bingwen carefully sensed the emotions conveyed by this ancient immortal artifact, and then frowned and said.

This celestial artifact is indeed ancient enough, but it suffered too much damage in the ancient wars and was broken. Now that it has been reforged, the spirit it has given birth to is like a young child, with a bit of willfulness.

Of course, as a celestial artifact, the spiritual energy it nurtures is relatively obedient. As long as Feng Bingwen adopts a slightly firmer attitude, it will naturally give in.

"Walk!"

Feng Bingwen caught the ancient tower, which was constantly dissipating sword energy and conveying to him the message that "you've eaten too much, give me some time to digest," and headed towards the dark, deep mountains in the distance, which appeared pitch black under the gray sky.

This was a massacre!

At least that's how Feng Bingwen saw it after his series of victories. He didn't even bother to glance at those weak Yin spirits. Even if he did take action to eliminate them, it wouldn't do him any good, since this wasn't the human world.

In this slightly unusual location, if the yin energy accumulates even more intensely, many evil spirits and ghosts will naturally emerge.

However, Feng Bingwen's idea of ​​seeking opportunities and accumulating strength soon changed when he found a cold corpse.

"Kid Feng, something's not right!"

As Feng Bingwen stood before the corpse, its robes gleaming and faintly radiating a layer of magical light, scrutinizing it closely, the intent conveyed by the Imperial Void Cauldron hovering above his head became somewhat solemn.

"Something's not right. If I'm not mistaken, these seem to be disciples of the Netherworld Path!"

"Remove the 'seems,' and this is a disciple of the Netherworld Path. His body bears traces of the Netherworld Path's methods, and his soul is shattered!"

What happened here?

Having confirmed this, Feng Bingwen frowned deeply, and a sense of crisis naturally arose within him.

Although the scene was terrifying, Feng Bingwen, who had seen similar scenes before, was not surprised at all. Powerful beings could do so many things, so he was used to it.

But now, things are different. A disciple of the Netherworld Path who was still alive and well not long ago has died tragically here. This is completely different from the deaths of the thousands of Yin spirits who perished under the erosion of the Yin Qi waterfall.

Yes, it is that cruel; even thousands of evil spirits are no match for a cultivator who has achieved some success in his cultivation.

A powerful being can create an experimental field and instantly cause thousands of Yin souls to vanish. Even if this is spread, no one will say much. But if a disciple is killed, well, that's not just a matter of a bad reputation.

Let's put it this way: even the demonic sects that treat human life like dirt will explicitly forbid high-level cultivators from bullying weaker ones. Whether this rule can be strictly enforced is another matter, but it is a taboo for all sects.

"Take two more steps forward!"

The Imperial Void Cauldron reminded him, and Feng Bingwen did as he was told. Then his expression became even more solemn because he saw more corpses, some of which had more intricate patterns on their clothing, indicating that they were of higher status.

"I said, senior, we should go!"

Realizing something was wrong, Feng Bingwen made a quick decision and prepared to flee.

"Okay! Just a moment!"