At this moment, the team leader Ding Qingyao patted Mo Wenjie's shoulder and said, "My husband, don't be so polite. We have been companions in life and death. However, this time we have made great gains, not only obtaining precious spiritual herbs but also gaining much insight." The others echoed in agreement. Mo Wenjie's eyes lit up: "Right, these spiritual herbs can be used to concoct many elixirs that enhance cultivation. But we must also be cautious; it's likely that other factions have taken notice of us." The expressions of the group immediately became serious.
At that very moment, a dark shadow streaked across the sky. Mo Wenjie shouted, "Watch out! An enemy attack!" The group immediately formed a defensive formation. A group of men in black descended from the sky, with the leader sneering coldly, "Hand over the blood spirit herbs or today will be your last day." Mo Wenjie stepped forward without fear: "To obtain the herbs, just see if you have what it takes." As tensions rose between both sides with their swords drawn, suddenly a distant melodious whistle echoed. Upon hearing it, the men in black changed color and their leader gritted his teeth, "Today is your lucky day." After speaking these words, he quickly retreated along with his subordinates.
Mo Wenjie, Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu rou, Xiao Ya wen, Ding Yan, Tuo Ba YiYi, Qin Xiao Die, Cao Chun ling, and Jin Can Xianzi finally breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that the peace following this adventure was not truly here yet.
Mo Wenjie looked in the direction of the departing black-clad figures and furrowed his brow. "What kind of origin does that whistle have, to scare away these bandits?" Ding Qingyao also looked puzzled. The crowd speculated and discussed, but could not come to a conclusion.
At that moment, the ground trembled slightly, and a huge Qilin beast slowly approached. A woman in white clothing stood on the back of the Qilin, holding a jade flute, which was the origin of the previous whistle.
"Greetings, senior." Mo Wenjie and the others bowed respectfully. The white-robed woman lightly jumped down from the Qilin and examined the crowd. "No need for such ceremony. I have no intention of interfering with your affairs; I was just passing through this place. Those people are up to no good, so I just used a little trick on them."
Mo Wenjie expressed gratitude: "Thank you for your help, senior. I don't know your noble name?" The white-robed woman smiled faintly: "Call me Su Xin. I see that you have good talent. There is an immortal palace in the southeast that is about to appear in this world. If you have the fortune to enter it, you can obtain great cultivation." After speaking, she rode the Qilin and left immediately.
Mo Wenjie's heart stirred: "Senior, is there any danger in that immortal palace?" Su Xin turned back: "Opportunity and danger coexist, all depending on your own destiny." Then she disappeared into the horizon. The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with anticipation and determination, and set off towards the southeast to prepare for the new challenge.
The group continued moving in the direction of the southeast, encountering some minor monsters along the way but successfully dealing with them. A few days later, they finally saw an immortal palace emitting a divine light. The gate was tightly shut, and surrounding mist was densely swirling. Mo Wenjie approached carefully and noticed ancient symbols on the gate. Just as everyone was studying how to open it, several groups of other cultivators suddenly appeared beside them.
These cultivators were mostly from well-known sects, eyeing each other with hostility. Mo Wenjie and the others gripped their weapons, becoming vigilant. Suddenly, the gate of the immortal palace slowly opened, and a powerful suction force came. The group couldn't help but be sucked into the palace. Inside was an extraordinary space filled with glowing treasuries and rare herbs. However, there were also various traps and mechanisms at the same time.
Mo Wenjie and the others explored carefully, helping each other to solve one mechanism after another. Meanwhile, the other cultivators were engaged in fierce battles over the treasures. Mo Wenjie saw a magical herb emitting a strong aura of spiritual energy ahead and was about to approach it when an array trap suddenly appeared beneath his feet. He hurriedly used his internal energy to stabilize his body, and Ding Qingyao came to help. Together, they broke through the trap and successfully obtained the blood spirit herb.
Just as the situation was at its critical point, an imposing voice suddenly resounded from the depths of the immortal palace, like the tolling of a bell that shook the entire space: "If you want to truly obtain the secrets and treasures of this immortal palace, you must pass through the final difficult test!"
The sound reverberated, and everyone present was startled at the core of their hearts. They exchanged glances and without hesitation, they began to step forward towards the deeper recesses of the immortal palace. Each person's mind was filled with anticipation and trepidation, as none knew what awaited them would be a thrilling, groundbreaking ultimate test.
As the group ventured deeper into the interior of the immortal palace, the atmosphere grew increasingly solemn and mysterious. The dim light made the path ahead blurry, and they could only navigate by relying on their faint spiritual awareness. The ground beneath their feet seemed to become uneven, with odd rocks jutting out unpredictably, making it hard to defend against them.
However, despite the harsh environment and unknown fear, Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya wen, Ding Yan, Tuo Ba YiYi, Qin Xiao Die, Cao Chun ling and Jin Can Xianzi showed no intention of backing down. After all, reaching this point had already proven their respective strength and courage. The legendary inheritance of the immortal palace was like the most brilliant star in the night sky that attracted them to continue moving forward.
The group continued deeper into the immortal palace when suddenly the scene before their eyes changed, and they found themselves in a sea of flames. The flames were extremely hot, as if ready to engulf everything. Mo Wenjie channeled his spiritual energy to resist, shouting, "Be careful everyone, this is a illusionary formation." The group quickly calmed their minds and together used magic to ward off the flames.
At this moment, fire spirit creatures appeared one by one in the sea of flames, snarling and lashing out at the group. Mo Wenjie was the first to charge forward, wielding his sword and cutting down the fire spirit. The others were no less fierce, each showing off their unique techniques. Huang Ling'er summoned an ice-based artifact to temporarily suppress the flames.
The group battled the fire spirits while simultaneously searching for the key to breaking the array. Mo Wenjie, with his acute sense, noticed the flow pattern of the flames. He directed everyone to follow a specific route. After a fierce struggle, they finally reached the center of the fire formation.
There was a high platform here, with a shimmering token placed on it. As Mo Wenjie stepped onto the platform, more fire spirits surged out from all directions. He gritted his teeth and reached out to grasp the token. In that instant when he touched the token, the sea of flames vanished.
Followed by a golden door appeared in front of them, shining mysterious and bright in the dim light, as if it contained endless secrets. The door slowly revealed a line of words: "Hold this token, and you can enter the inheritance place." The characters on the door seemed to be flowing gold liquid, emitting strange light.
Mo Wenjie, holding the token, his expression serious but with a hint of excitement, slowly approached the golden door. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly striking a chord in the hearts of the others. The group followed him with bated breath, their eyes locked onto him, their gazes shimmering with desire and yearning.
Mo Wenjie arrived in front of the golden door, took a deep breath, and slowly raised the token in his hand. Instantly, both the token and the golden door burst into a brilliant light. An invisible force surged out from the golden door, resonating with the token. As the light flowed, the golden door creaked open with a deep sound, as if narrating long-forgotten past events.
Inside the door, the light was misty and blurry, making it hard to see the specific scene. However, an ancient and powerful aura could be felt. The hearts of the crowd accelerated abruptly, as if they were about to witness a great moment.
Mo Wenjie, after taking a deep breath, slowly turned his head and scanned everyone behind him. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate every individual's heart, inspiring a sense of reverence in them. He nodded slightly, as if using his gaze to convey a message of determination and encouragement. Without hesitation, he turned around and with firm steps entered the golden door.
As his foot barely touched the threshold of the golden door, an ancient and mysterious aura swept over him. This aura was like a gentle breeze across the face, but it carried a trace of coolness that refreshed the spirit. Mo Wenjie did not pause at all; he stepped one after another into the golden door within.
Seeing Mo Wenjie's actions, the others also followed closely behind. They cautiously stepped over the threshold of the golden door and stepped into this land of inheritance, full of uncertainty and mystery. Everyone's heart held expectations and aspirations for the future, hoping to find opportunities that could change their own fate here.
Upon entering the inheritance site, the first sight was a lush and verdant landscape. Ancient trees stood tall, their dense leaves intertwined to form a natural green barrier. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled shadows that looked like scattered pieces of gold on the ground. The ground was covered with thick moss, soft to step on and providing a comforting feel. The air was filled with fresh plant scents, making people feel refreshed and invigorated.
As they followed the winding path, the group discovered that everywhere they looked, there were strange and bizarre rocks and structures. Some rocks resembled fierce beasts, snarling and lashing out. Others looked like fairies descending from the heavens, graceful and slender. Those structures were even more diverse in style, ranging from simple and elegant pavilions to grand and majestic palaces. They either blended seamlessly into the lush forests, appearing and disappearing; or stood proudly atop mountains, surveying all below.
What secrets and opportunities lie hidden in this mysterious inheritance site? Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Rou, Xiao Ya wen, Ding Yan, Tuo Ba YiYi, Qin Xiao Die, Cao Chun ling and Jin Can Xianzi continued to explore forward with curiosity, eager to uncover the mystical veil behind this land and embark on a brand new and legendary adventure journey…
As the group walked along, they suddenly heard the sound of babbling water. Following the sound, they saw a clear stream stretching out in front of them, with its bottom covered in smooth jade stones. Mo Wenjie crouched down to inspect it, but felt a pulling force within the water as if it were trying to tug him.
At the same time, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly. The originally tranquil forest became sinister and terrifying, with dense fog rolling in. The group became alert, forming a circle with their backs against each other. Ding Qingyao took out a compass, and its needle spun wildly. "There's a strong restriction here," she said.
Mo Wenjie tried to use his spiritual energy to break free from the pulling force, but found his spiritual energy was blocked. At this moment, several water spirits emerged from the stream, covered in spikes and with red eyes. They howled and charged towards the group.
Mo Wenjie strengthened his spiritual power and struck a sword towards the leading water spirit. Everyone else also countered, with Huang Ling'er using water control magic and Jiang Yu Rou summoning a spirit bird to attack the water spirit's eyes.
Just as the battle intensified, Mo Wenjie noticed symbols carved on a large boulder by the stream, emitting a faint glow. He struggled to free himself from the water spirit's grasp and approached the boulder. Following the instructions from an ancient text in his memory, he activated the symbols, causing the pulling force to vanish instantly. The surroundings returned to normal, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Understanding that this inheritance site was full of hidden traps, they continued their exploration with even greater caution.
