Feng Bingwen was unaware of the conversation between the gods guarding the rift valley. However, if he had known, he might have applauded and sighed, ignoring a cultivator like him who had forced his way in, thus saving himself a great deal of trouble.
However, this situation is not unreasonable. The foundation of the gods lies in incense offerings, so it is enough for the gods to protect the mortal world and the safety of the people.
As for the opportunities that exist in this ancient battlefield, which was sealed and is now cracked again, they are useless to the gods and are only sought after by cultivators.
"Someone's there!"
Feng Bingwen, who was traveling through the torrent of blood and evil energy gushing out of the abyss, suddenly stopped. Due to the change in the surrounding environment, the range of his divine sense was greatly reduced, but even so, he could still sense the fluctuation of magical power a thousand feet below.
Some cultivators, like him, evaded the gods' blockade and tried to sneak into the ancient battlefield to seek opportunities. However, besides the possible opportunities, the ancient battlefield was filled with ghostly and evil creatures that seemed to be born from endless blood and evil.
"You've got some nerve!"
Feng Bingwen chuckled lightly, not wanting to cause any trouble, and directly descended towards the source of the magical power he sensed. In just a few breaths, Feng Bingwen saw the figure of a cultivator.
A major cultivation at the Yuan Dan realm!
In other continents of the human race, there are not many cultivators at the Yuan Dan realm, but there are certainly not few either. However, it is different in Donghua Continent, because the divine path is prosperous, and the immortal path is naturally suppressed.
After all, if immortals frequently manifest their divine power, it will divert the incense offerings and prayers of the gods, affecting their own foundation. No matter how benevolent the gods are, they will suppress the development of the immortal path, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
As a result, cultivators who have embarked on the path of immortality in Donghua Continent are extremely rare, with seven or eight out of ten residing in Jiuwei Mountain. Furthermore, cultivators at the Yuan Dan realm below the immortal path are also exceptionally rare.
"A family cultivator!"
Feng Bingwen sized up the man below, who looked very old, a true octogenarian, yet exuding an air of nobility, and made a judgment in his mind.
Judging from his magical power, this cultivator, whose lifespan is nearing its end, is not practicing any profound methods. Therefore, the quality of the primordial core he has formed is not high. It is absolutely impossible for him to form a top-grade golden core. It is estimated to be a low-grade mixed core, with no hope of achieving immortality.
Such cultivators are usually born into families with a long history of cultivation. At the beginning of their cultivation, these family scions have a smooth and successful journey, able to rely on the strength of their families. However, once they reach a high level of cultivation, it is time for them to repay the karmic debts they have incurred.
Among cultivators from cultivation families, many are involved in family affairs, which often delays their cultivation and affects their path to immortality.
Of course, not every cultivator cultivates with the aim of hiding away. Some simply want to strengthen their bodies and gain a longer lifespan than ordinary people, or they simply want to gain immense power after achieving success in their cultivation.
Every cultivator has different pursuits, and very few cultivators truly seek the path to immortality, and even fewer are able to achieve their wish.
Most cultivators, after reaching a level that satisfies them, will relax and seek spiritual or physical satisfaction.
This is most common among family cultivators. Once they have achieved the cultivation level expected by their family, they will relax their cultivation and instead seek power.
Only when they reach old age and their lifespan is nearing its end will powerful cultivators suddenly realize and regret why they did not persist in seeking the Dao in the past.
"Which fellow Daoist has arrived? Please lend me a hand!"
At Feng Bingwen's feet, a Yuan Dan cultivator was battling a group of demons with bone wings on their backs. He only became alert after Feng Bingwen had moved nearly a hundred feet away, then his face lit up with joy as he repeatedly called for help.
Squeak!
After sensing the vibrant aura emanating from Feng Bingwen, most of the bone demons that had been besieging the Yuan Dan cultivator released their attack on him and instead pounced on Feng Bingwen, trying to tear his flesh and devour his soul.
"Fellow Daoist, I have offended you. I will never forget your kindness today. The mountains are high and the roads are long, but we will meet again if fate allows!"
Upon realizing that most of the demons attacking him had been drawn away by Feng Bingwen, the Yuan Dan cultivator cried out in surprise and delight. A look of joy appeared on his aged face. Then, he gritted his teeth, took out a talisman that emitted golden light, and slapped it onto his body. Instantly, he transformed into a golden ray of light and fled deeper into the abyss, leaving behind all the bone demons that were attacking him.
The reason he hadn't used this treasured artifact before was because he was worried that even if he used it, these bone demons would still pester him. But now, this unknown fellow Daoist who approached him was clearly more attractive to the demons.
At this moment, if one seizes the opportunity to escape and shake off these bone demons, there is a high chance of survival. As for the fellow Daoist who replaced him and was besieged by the bone demons, he can only pray for good fortune.
Although this action is somewhat unjust, it is unlikely that news of what happened here will spread. In the end, it is better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than to sacrifice myself.
He was smug and even relieved that his Yuan Dan cultivation hadn't seen him when he fled in golden light. But the moment he turned into golden light and escaped, seven sword lights burst forth, and in an instant, they chopped the group of bone demons who had been making him look so disheveled and exhausted into pieces, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
"Tsk!"
Feng Bingwen, who had easily dealt with a group of demons, reached out and withdrew his sword. He looked in the direction where the golden light had fled, shook his head, and didn't want to say anything more.
Originally, the old cultivator happened to be in the direction he was descending. Thinking that they were both human cultivators, he would help if he could. But he never expected that this old man, whose lifespan was about to run out, would be so inhuman and abandon him and run away.
Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't bother arguing with an old cultivator who didn't have much time left; it would be a waste of time. Not to mention that he didn't have much time left anyway, he was already on his last legs. Right now, this abyss was one of the most dangerous places in Donghua Continent.
After all, this place holds an opportunity that could allow him to achieve enlightenment. What an enormous resource that is! And in such a place, such an enormous opportunity inevitably comes with corresponding dangers.
However, judging from the golden flames of the Heavenly Book, he shouldn't need to expend too much effort to obtain this opportunity.
But that's only true for him. For the other cultivators who want to come here to seek their fortune, it's a different story. If it weren't for him, the old cultivator would most likely have fallen into the hands of this group of bone demons.
What exactly was my destiny?
Feng Bingwen quickly put this trivial matter out of his mind and became increasingly looking forward to the opportunity that the Heavenly Book had arranged for him. He was very curious about what kind of opportunity it was that could satisfy his accumulation of experience to advance and become an Earth Immortal.
As Feng Bingwen continued his descent, he encountered more and more demons and monsters, most of which were bizarre and extremely striking in appearance. They could not only stop a child from crying, but could even scare some timid people to death.
Matching his bizarre appearance was his exceptionally formidable strength. Of course, for Feng Bingwen, it was all a matter of a single sword strike. During his journey, he had not yet encountered any demons that could threaten him.
"Huh!"
As he continued his rampage, Feng Bingwen, who had been killing and hacking away, suddenly let out a soft exclamation, for he had discovered a corpse demon that was completely out of place among the surrounding evil spirits.
With an aged face and a thin, hunched body, he wore a tattered gold and silver robe. This was none other than the Yuan Dan cultivator who had abandoned him and run away alone.
However, his chest was indeed empty at this moment. His internal organs had been completely emptied by the evil spirit, and what remained had been brought back to life under the influence of the blood demon energy, turning into a corpse demon.
"Those who reap what they sow will not live!"
Feng Bingwen was only slightly surprised and sighed a little before using the Xuan Yin Seven Kill Sword to vertically cleave the newly born corpse demon in half. Without lingering, he continued to move downwards.
The unreachable bottom gave Feng Bingwen the illusion that he was heading towards the center of this world, and the dense blood-red aura around him sometimes made him wonder if he was trapped in a kind of innate magical restriction, like being lost in a maze.
However, as the atmosphere grew stronger and stronger, and with the addition of more ferocious demons and ghosts, Feng Bingwen realized that he was heading towards that sealed ancient battlefield.
"Who was the sage who carved this ancient battlefield so deep underground!"
Along the way, Feng Bingwen recalled the message he received from the divine way and couldn't help but marvel at the great power of the ancient sages of the human race.
However, no matter how powerful the forces that can change the world, they cannot withstand the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.
The sage who buried the ancient battlefield underground surely didn't intend for it to resurface. After all, a sage with great compassion wouldn't allow the malevolent energy accumulated within to poison future generations.
"What a pity!"
Along the way, Feng Bingwen encountered traces left by several cultivators, but most of the traces were either their own remains or ghosts formed from the remains of those who had been devoured by demons.
Even witnessing the miserable state of the cultivators in Donghua Continent did not cause Feng Bingwen to feel the slightest bit of reluctance.
boom--
It's unclear how much time passed, but when Feng Bingwen finally noticed, he looked up and saw a sudden, sweeping wave of flames.
The surging heat contained within the flames even scorched the omnipresent bloodthirsty energy, causing it to hiss and crackle. Faint cries and screams could even be heard in the air. However, after the flames swept through, they only left a very brief vacuum, which was quickly filled again by Zhou's continuous stream of bloodthirsty energy.
"Dongxuan Renxian!"
Feng Bingwen raised an eyebrow and flew towards the source of the massive battle fluctuations without hesitation. A moment later, Feng Bingwen saw the human and snake locked in combat!
Just as he sensed, the cultivator was a Xuanxian Immortal. He didn't recognize him; he wasn't a cultivator from Jiuwei Mountain, but perhaps a rogue cultivator. However, that wouldn't be surprising.
After all, this is a continent, and it's perfectly normal for a few people with exceptional fortune to appear on such a vast land. No matter how tragic it may be, the divine path cannot and dares not sever the lineage of immortals in this place.
As for the immortal's opponent, it was a giant snake, a giant snake that Feng Bingwen found quite familiar, as he had seen a giant snake with a very similar appearance before.
"Descendants of gods and demons!"
Originally, Wen only wanted to come and see the lively scenery, but his eyes suddenly lit up with golden light. His breathing became heavy without him realizing it, and his blood began to boil. Faint sounds of tiger roars and dragon cries rang out around him.
He recognized the giant serpent at a glance; it was from the same source as the remains of the celestial serpent in the Dragon-Serpent Secret Realm, though the two had both similarities and differences.
The similarity is that both of these giant snakes are dead, but the difference is that the celestial snake in front of Feng Bingwen is much smaller than the one lying dead in the secret realm, and it can still move!
"Fellow Daoist, how long do you intend to stand idly by and watch the fire from across the river? Or are you perhaps hoping to take advantage of me?"
As Feng Bingwen watched from the sidelines, overjoyed, a gaze as sharp as lightning fell upon him, its tone quite unfriendly.
However, it's understandable. After all, they were at a crucial moment in their battle when a cultivator of the same realm suddenly appeared. Any cultivator with a bit more experience wouldn't have any expectations, since human nature is unpredictable.
"Fellow Daoist, you jest. I have no such filthy thoughts!"
Sensing a faint hostility and a stinging pain between his brows, Feng Bingwen, who hadn't bothered to hide himself, stepped directly out of the blood mist and onto the battlefield where humans and snakes fought.
"Since you have no other ideas, then please leave, fellow Daoist. Don't let me misunderstand, otherwise this sword in my hand will not discriminate."
As they spoke, the Taoist, who was locked in combat with a celestial serpent reborn with new intelligence, brandished his crimson immortal sword in a show of defiance. Each time the three-foot-long red blade swept through the air, it stirred up a surging heat wave, containing boundless killing intent.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't joke. I see you're having quite a hard time dealing with this demon. How about the two of us join forces?"
Feng Bingwen was naturally not going to retreat because of these few words. The giant snake in front of him was different from the remains of the Heavenly Serpent in the secret realm, which had been turned into alchemy material.
Without even trying, Feng Bingwen knew that this snake was his opportunity, or more accurately, one of his opportunities.
In the ancient battlefield that was personally driven into the ground by the sages of the human race, there couldn't possibly be only a mere demon transformed from a descendant of gods and demons. If it were that simple, the sage back then wouldn't have needed to go to such great lengths.
"If we join forces and slay this demon, how will we divide the spoils?"
The Taoist holding the crimson immortal sword snorted coldly and immediately retorted with a question.
"The more you work, the more you gain. Fellow Daoist, you should go first. After you kill this beast, you will naturally be the first to choose what you like!"
Feng Bingwen responded with a smile.
"That's quite right, it suits my taste perfectly. In that case, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and help me!"
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