After hesitating for a moment, Qin Feng slowly shook his head and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I must wait here for my master to return!"

After all, he has lost all his cultivation and is now just an ordinary person, so it is better for him to be more careful in his actions.

The young man smiled slightly and said softly, "It seems you don't trust me at all!"

After saying that, he sighed softly and then said, "Since that's the case, then I'll be going. See you again if fate allows!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man turned and walked out of the palace.

"Although Jiuli Immortal Island is now a deserted island, it was once one of the nine islands of Lingxiao, and people often passed through here." As he reached the door, the young man stopped and left these words without turning his head.

After hearing this, Qin Feng silently watched the young man's figure gradually disappear into the distance, and sighed softly in his heart.

At this time, he was just an ordinary person, so how could he leave Jiuli Immortal Island?

Besides, even if one could leave Jiuli Immortal Island, where could one go?

Perhaps, given the current situation, staying on Jiuli Immortal Island is the wiser choice. It's not too late to find a way to leave after my injuries have fully healed.

Watching the young man ride his flying sword into the sky, Qin Feng slowly stepped out of the palace. He looked around and surveyed his surroundings before heading northwest.

The Jiuli Palace was, after all, the place where the Jiuli people once lived. People passing by might be tempted to search for treasure, so it's best to leave.

Qin Feng braved the thorns and brambles, trekking for nearly an hour before finally stopping in a dense, deep, and sunless forest.

There are no buildings to be found within several miles of this dense forest. It is likely that even those who covet the treasures of Jiuli Immortal Island would hardly notice this secluded place if they set foot on this island.

Compared to other areas, this place is indeed relatively safe.

There's no need to worry about food, since the fasting pills he took earlier can sustain him for half a month, which is enough time for all the injuries he suffered to heal completely.

Qin Feng walked to the ground under a towering ancient tree and sat down, but he was still hesitant about whether he should practice the Nine Yang Divine Technique.

According to Xiaoxian, the spirit of the Zhuxian Sword, this so-called Nine Yang Divine Technique is utterly unworthy of serious consideration and is merely a low-level cultivation method.

This is especially true in that ancient and mysterious prehistoric era, where powerful figures emerged in great numbers; it is simply not worth mentioning!

If placed before truly top-tier cultivation techniques, it would be utterly insignificant, like dregs!

However, the reality before me now is that if I don't cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Technique, what should I do?

Must we really wait until the Tomb of the Gods opens before searching for that elusive and uncertain top-tier cultivation method?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Feng finally made up his mind and chose to believe Xiao Xian.

After all, Xiao Xian had never lied to him before, and this time would probably be no exception.

While the Tomb of the Gods may conceal endless dangers and mysteries, if what Xiaoxian said is true, then this adventure is definitely worth trying.

Having survived this life-or-death ordeal, Qin Feng's resolve has become even stronger. He knows that only by constantly improving his own strength can he remain invincible.

Those so-called top-grade immortal artifacts, divine artifacts, and innate treasures of chaos are nothing but illusory and impermanent external possessions. Only when one is strong enough can one be truly powerful.

Qin Feng resolutely decided to take a gamble. If successful, he could potentially reach the pinnacle of invincibility;

Even if you fail, you can still focus on cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Technique and start over.

As long as there is still a breath left, there is always a way forward.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Feng's injuries had not yet fully healed, but he was no longer in serious danger.

During this period, many low-level cultivators flocked to Jiuli Immortal Island to search for treasures. Fortunately, no dangerous incidents occurred, and no one noticed Qin Feng's presence.

After careful consideration, Qin Feng decided to stay on Jiuli Immortal Island.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sword brought him here, and then the little fairy mentioned the Tomb of the Gods.

He boldly speculated that the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods might be in the sea area near Jiuli Immortal Island.

After all, he has lost his cultivation. Xiao Xian still wants him to go to the Tomb of the Gods, but the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods is not near Jiuli Immortal Island. How can he go there?

Of course, this is just his conjecture. Whether it is true or not, we will only know when the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods is opened.

Qin Feng patted his shrunken belly and muttered, "Half a month has passed. It seems the effects of the Bigu Pill have reached their limit!"

He was starving, so he had no choice but to drag his exhausted body to find food.

However, after searching diligently, Qin Feng discovered that there was no edible food in the dense forest he was in.

After much thought, he realized that the only way to fill his stomach right now was to go to the seaside and try his luck, hoping to catch a few fish to eat.

Although Qin Feng had long since lost his former extraordinary cultivation and supernatural powers, he was still a force to be reckoned with. For a peerless expert who had once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, fishing was a piece of cake.

He leaped into the sea and swam freely as if he were in his element. Before long, two large fish, each weighing five or six pounds, were his catch.

Since they had no fire, these raw fish were impossible to swallow directly.

Therefore, Qin Feng decided to try the most primitive method of making fire by friction.

Without further ado, he quickly found two pieces of dry wood and a stick on the shore, and began to vigorously rub one of the pieces of wood...

I thought starting a fire by rubbing sticks together would be quite simple, but I didn't realize how difficult it was until I actually tried it!

Despite countless failures, Qin Feng, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, still couldn't manage to ignite a single spark.

Just over half a month ago, he was a powerful figure at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor Realm, capable of summoning wind and rain and doing everything.

Who would have thought we'd fall so low today, unable to even keep a small fire burning? It's truly pathetic and lamentable!

A sense of despair welled up in Qin Feng's heart. He had tried for a long time, but starting a fire by rubbing sticks together seemed to be an impossible task.

"Boom..."

Just as he was about to give up the idea and face the cruel reality of eating raw seafood, a deafening roar suddenly rang out in the sky.

The once clear, cloudless blue sky seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled in, blotting out the sun, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, and a howling wind blowing.

Qin Feng stared in astonishment at this sudden turn of events, initially thinking that a torrential downpour was about to begin.

However, just moments later, he realized that things were far more complicated than that.

The strange scene before them was clearly not an ordinary weather change, but more like a tribulation of lightning.

However, as far as he knew, there should be no tribulation of lightning in the heavens!

What exactly happened?

Qin Feng frowned, lost in deep thought.

Could it be that there is some unknown secret hidden here? Or perhaps some powerful force has broken the rules of heaven, triggering this rare tribulation of lightning?