By the time they had walked a full million miles, even Luo Jianqing was gasping for breath, his spiritual energy almost exhausted. Fortunately, after he took his last step, the icy and snowy landscape seemed to vanish like a phantom, symbolizing that he had finally passed this level.
His cultivation suddenly surged back to the middle stage of the Golden Core, and Luo Jianqing caught a talisman flying from the sky. He checked his rewards for this level, then meditated for a while before entering the fourth level again.
"The wind is rolling, it's not too late!"
As soon as he entered the fourth level, a ferocious wind roared over him like a wild beast. Unprepared, Luo Jianqing took a step back. This level wasn't particularly long, requiring only ten miles to complete. However, the winds Luo Jianqing faced were incredibly ferocious, each one reaching the strength of an early Jindan cultivator.
This time, Luo Jianqing couldn't afford to take it lightly. He immediately took out one of his defensive magic weapons and cautiously walked forward. Unexpectedly, after only a mile, the Xuan-level magic weapon exploded. Luo Jianqing's eyes flashed, and he took out the bottle of pills given to him by his junior sister and took one.
The fourth level of the Big Dipper Formation is called Tianquan. It's unknown where the Northern Dipper True Lord obtained so many treasures, unexpectedly placing the inner core of a seventh-grade demon beast at the end of the fourth level. This demon beast's inner core emits countless demonic winds, and the closer you get, the stronger its attack becomes.
"This demon beast must be a wind-type demon beast, and it's already in the Out-of-Body Stage. If we get closest, I'm afraid the demonic wind has reached the strength of a blow from a cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage." Luo Jianqing frowned and stopped at the three-mile mark without moving forward. "A seventh-rank wind-type demon beast... in the Out-of-Body Stage..."
With a flash of inspiration in his eyes, Luo Jianqing took out an oil-paper umbrella.
This oil-paper umbrella was ordinary in shape, with only a light golden hue on the surface, devoid of any other decorative patterns. The ribs were made of seemingly ordinary green bamboo, looking light and simple, as if it were truly just an ordinary oil-paper umbrella.
However, the moment the umbrella appeared, the violent wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped for a moment. Luo Jianqing looked at the umbrella with a complicated expression, then slowly opened it and held it over his head. When the umbrella was opened, the violent wind that had just raged and raged was completely avoided, no longer daring to invade.
Golden light gently streamed from the umbrella. Luo Jianqing, holding the umbrella, walked forward, step by step, to the end, and removed the seventh-grade demon beast inner core. The moment he removed the inner core, the fierce wind disappeared. Luo Jianqing sighed softly and gently closed the umbrella, but he didn't notice that the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows lit up slightly, and then fell silent again.
The green bamboo umbrella was a gift given to him by that person when he was forming the elixir.
Everyone in the world knew that Venerable Xuan Lingzi, in addition to his supreme strength, was also adept at alchemy, beast taming, and weapon forging. It seemed as if there was nothing he couldn't do. Even the gift he gave to his disciple to celebrate his Core Formation was a top-grade Earth-grade magical weapon, capable of withstanding the full force of a cultivator in the Fusion Stage.
However, Luo Jianqing remembered that his master had said: "This umbrella is a consumable magic weapon. It can only protect you from a single attack from a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, and then it will vanish into nothingness. Never use it unless absolutely necessary."
After getting the umbrella, Luo Jianqing never used it. He would just stroke the umbrella occasionally, as if thinking about something.
In his previous life, when he was driven out of Mount Taihua, he gave this umbrella to his junior sister, who then returned it to his master. In his previous life, even if he faced a dangerous and life-threatening situation, he would never have taken out this umbrella to use, but now he has let it go.
"If you don't use the magic weapon, it's just a decoration."
Just now, when Luo Jianqing was folding up his umbrella, he discovered that one of its ribs had broken. He knew that if he used it a few more times, it would truly be gone, a pile of waste. Luo Jianqing didn't feel too sad about this. After resting for a moment, he walked over to the stone tablet of the fifth level, Tianji Star.
"Ten thousand miles of wasteland, countless beasts!"
As if hearing these words, the Frost Floating Sword in his sea of consciousness moved twice excitedly. Luo Jianqing curled his lips and chuckled. A flash of green sword light suddenly shot out from between his brows, transformed into a black iron sword, and landed in his palm.
"We need to hurry, Frostfloat."
The Frost Floating Sword trembled slightly, as if answering "OK".
Amidst the vast expanse of heaven and earth, a handsome, clear-sighted monk narrowed his eyes, gazing at the vast wasteland beyond the white curtain of light. He held a sword in his right hand, his azure robe fluttering in the wind. A cinnabar mole between his brows burned like fire, as if igniting the entire world.
He had to hurry because the ruins divided the difficulty of the levels according to their aptitude. Of the seventy-one people, only Li Xiuchen had no aptitude, and the levels he encountered were the easiest. Li Xiuchen was destined to reach the finish line quickly, so he had to get ahead of him and cut off all his chances!
The next second, Luo Jianqing turned into a ray of green light, rushed into the vast wasteland, and started fighting!
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