At this moment, in the Kushan Mountains, a white figure slowly and calmly walked into a long and narrow canyon. It was a narrow valley, only wide enough for one person to walk, with steep cliffs on both sides, almost standing straight up from the ground.
There are many spots and long marks on the cliff wall, as if it has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Sunlight couldn't penetrate this place, rendering it an unknown place. Yet, the cool, elegant venerable master stepped into it step by step, his sleeves fluttering, his long black hair billowing, his expression calm and composed. When he reached about seventy feet, he paused for a moment, then continued on.
Xuan Lingzi looked calmly at the ray of light at the end of the canyon, walking step by step as if walking on flat ground.
However, only the almost stagnant air could foreshadow how terrifying this place is.
Within ten feet, it can kill Qi-refining cultivators;
Within twenty feet, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage would undoubtedly die;
Within thirty feet, a Jindan stage cultivator cannot escape...
When Xuan Lingzi walked to seventy feet, the pressure that had almost condensed into substance had reached the level of a great Mahayana master!
However, this canyon is a full 100 zhang long. If the 60th to 70th zhang are at the level of transcending tribulation, and the 70th to 80th zhang are at the level of Mahayana cultivators, then the area within 90 zhang should be at the level of Spiritualization cultivators. Then, the area beyond 90 zhang...
Could it be the level of an immortal? !
Xuan Lingzi remained calm as he walked steadily to the 80th zhang. As he took the next step, the air, which had remained unchanged until then, suddenly became violent! Space was crushed to the point of collapse. Countless strong winds, ferocious enough to kill a Tribulation Crossing Stage expert, rushed towards Xuan Lingzi frantically, their momentum surging as if to crush him to pieces!
Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed, he put his fingers together, raised his hand and released a mighty golden sword energy, crushing the strong winds.
Xuan Lingzi then accelerated his pace, reaching the 85th zhang. When he reached this point, the chaotic gusts of wind suddenly vanished, and in the blink of an eye, a magnificent, dazzling light shone. The raging gusts of wind formed a beast, roaring and charging towards Xuan Lingzi.
A golden light flashed between Xuan Lingzi's brows. He took out the Xuan Ling Sword and raised the sword to collide with the beast.
"roar!"
With one blow, the beast turned into a sky full of light and disappeared in an instant.
Xuan Lingzi took another step, and another huge and terrifying bird appeared. It mooed and swooped down towards Xuan Lingzi.
Xuan Lingzi walked a short distance of five meters for an entire hour, his forehead covered in sweat. When he officially stepped onto the ninetieth meter, the raging wind behind him suddenly dissipated.
Xuan Lingzi frowned slightly and looked carefully at the last ten feet of distance. By this time, he could already see clearly what the light at the end of the canyon was.
It was a round and smooth pill, only the size of a fingernail, but its light was so bright that it shook the heavens.
From what Xuan Lingzi had ever seen in his life, even the ninth-grade divine pill (Qingjun) was far less powerful than this pill. However, this pill did not transform into a human form, and did not seem to have any consciousness. It just floated quietly on a high platform, as if at the mercy of others.
Xuan Lingzi held the Xuan Ling Sword in his hand and looked at the pill from afar.
After just a moment of thought, Xuan Lingzi took a step forward.
In an instant, the world changed, and Xuan Lingzi suddenly returned to Yuxiao Peak.
It was Yuxiao Peak, but it wasn't the Yuxiao Peak Xuan Lingzi knew. His medicinal fields were gone, and Luo Jianqing's bamboo house was gone too. Xuan Lingzi carefully observed the scene, and suddenly heard an old voice: "Wuyin, why aren't you practicing hard today? You're so lazy!"
Xuan Lingzi's heart trembled. He slowly turned around and saw a white-haired figure.
The other party stepped forward and scolded, "You are a disciple of Yuxiao Peak. The situation between the two tribes is critical now. If you don't concentrate on your cultivation, how can you be worthy of the responsibility of leading Taihua Mountain and the righteous path to fight against the demon tribe?"
Xuan Lingzi looked down at his palm, which had shrunk a lot, and remained silent.
The other party continued, "A year ago, your sixteenth uncle passed away. In the past ten years, ninety-six lives have been sacrificed on my Taihua Mountain. As a disciple of Yuxiao Peak, how can you not take on your responsibilities, work hard to cultivate, and enter the Mahayana stage as soon as possible to serve my human race! Wuyin, do you realize your mistake?"
Xuan Lingzi slowly raised his head and looked at the strange yet familiar old man.
On a face covered with wrinkles, the old man's gaze was dignified, his kindness hidden in his eyes. His heavy gaze had once weighed down Xuan Lingzi, who was almost breathless. But at this moment, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and whispered, "Master."
The old man sighed, "It's not that Master expects too much of you. You should know that you are the only one in the world with a super-grade aptitude. If you could enter the Mahayana stage sooner, or even the Spiritualization stage sooner, then our human race would not be so oppressed by the demon race on the battlefield today."
Xuan Lingzi said again: "Master."
The old man seemed to have just realized that something was wrong with his disciple. He frowned in confusion: "What's wrong, Wuyin?"
Xuan Lingzi looked at the other person seriously, staring at him carefully for a long time, then took a step back, knelt on his knees, and bowed deeply.
The old man opened his eyes wide in surprise, only to see Xuan Lingzi kowtow three times before finally standing up and saying softly, "Master, I haven't seen you for many years. I miss you very much."
"You!" A golden sword light suddenly pierced through the old man's heart. He looked at the disciple in front of him in disbelief, but saw Xuan Lingzi gently pull out the Xuan Ling Sword.
In a moment, the scene before him shifted again, and Xuan Lingzi was back in the canyon. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure and lowered his head to look at his sword. He saw no marks on the Xuan Ling Sword, but Xuan Lingzi pursed his lips tightly, his fingers gripping the hilt.
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