They journeyed on, arriving at a mysterious valley. The valley was shrouded in strange mist, subtly emitting a sense of danger. Mo Wenjie, however, showed no fear and stepped in first. The women followed closely behind.
Not far along, they encountered a pack of demonic creatures. These creatures resembled wolves and dogs but had wings and moved with incredible speed. Mo Wenjie swept his spirit sword through the air, a blade of light cutting down several demons in an instant. However, the number of demons kept increasing as they surged forward relentlessly.
At this moment, a woman named Ling Xue suddenly appeared, her hands forming seals as she recited incantations. An ice-blue light emanated from her body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply and freezing a large number of demons into ice blocks. The other women also unleashed their ultimate techniques, and various beams of light flashed simultaneously.
At that moment, a woman named Ling Xue appeared, her hands forming seals and her lips moving in incantations. A sky blue glow emanated from her body, and the temperature around her dropped sharply, freezing many demons into solid blocks of ice. The other women also unleashed their ultimate skills, creating a dazzling display of various light beams.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Mo Wenjie charged deep into the demonic pack. He discovered a massive demon leading the assault, its form as immense as mountains. Mo Wenjie poured all his spiritual power into his spirit sword and leaped high into the air, roaring at full volume before swinging down with a fatal strike at the beast. This swing held the power to annihilate worlds; before it could react or retreat, it was bisected by Mo Wenjie's blade. The entire demonic pack descended into pandemonium, fleeing in all directions. After regrouping and preparing themselves once more for what lay ahead, they set off again towards their distant destination.
The group pressed deeper into the valley, and the strange mist grew thicker. Suddenly, a melodious flute note reached their ears, causing a chill to run through everyone as they vigilantly scanned the surroundings. The mist began to dissipate, revealing an ancient pavilion.
Mo Wenjie stepped forward, about to push open the door of the pavilion. However, the door opened slowly by itself. Inside, it was magnificent and sparkling with gold and green. In the center of the room stood a bead that was emitting five colors of light. As everyone gasped in amazement, a fox demon appeared, explaining that it had been guarding this sacred bead.
The fox demon, noticing that the group had no ill intent to seize the bead, spoke of its immense power. If accepted, it could enhance their cultivation level. Mo Wenjie approached and tried to communicate with the bead. A beam of light enveloped him from the bead. After a brief moment, Mo Wenjie felt an overwhelming surge of spiritual power within him.
The others saw Mo Wenjie's success and went forward one by one, all of them gaining something. Afterward, the group thanked the fox demon and left the pavilion to continue their journey. With this remarkable encounter, Mo Wenjie and his companions were more determined than ever to explore this mysterious place, for ahead lay perhaps even more opportunities waiting for them.
As they walked further, they came across a sea of flowers. Many tiny, glowing fairies danced about the flowerbeds, seeming harmless. But when the group approached, the fairies gathered into clusters and shot arrows at them. Mo Wenjie let out a loud cry and rapidly spun his spirit sword around his body to block several attacks. Ling Xue summoned an ice shield to protect those behind her. However, the number of fairies kept increasing, and their attacks became more fierce.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie noticed a large boulder in the middle of the flower sea that stood out. It was covered in runes. He came up with a plan and ran towards the boulder. As soon as he touched it, the runes flashed to life, and a powerful suction force emanated from the stone, drawing all the fairies towards it. Seizing this chance, the group hurried through the flower sea.
Just as they emerged from the flower sea, a chasm that seemed bottomless stretched out before them. Mo Wenjie used his spiritual power to probe the depth of the chasm, only to find that his power was as ineffectual as a straw in the ocean. As everyone was at a loss on how to cross it, a huge crane flew over, seemingly sensing their predicament, and landed before them.
Mo Wenjie, Golden Silkworm Immortal, and Huang Ling'er exchanged a glance with each other. Their gazes met and intertwined, as if they could understand each other's innermost thoughts. After a brief but tense discussion, they finally made a daring decision – to ride on the crane that had been hovering in the air, cross the vast chasm in front of them that seemed to have no bottom, and soar towards the more distant place filled with mystery and unknowing.
The crane, with its graceful flapping of its wide, snow-white wings, gently descended in front of them.
Mo Wenjie climbed onto the broad back of the crane first, climbing with care, and then reached out to pull Ding Qingyao and Huang Ling'er up beside him. Once all three were settled, the crane let out a clear and melodious call, spread its wings, and with a sudden flap, shot upwards like an arrow released from a bow.
As the crane soared higher and higher, the chasm below gradually shrank, becoming like a winding black line embedded in the earth. The wind around them howled, causing their clothes to flutter, but they felt no fear. Instead, a strong sense of expectation and excitement surged within them.
Mo Wenjie, Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yuru, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue all knew that what awaited them ahead was an unparalleled adventure.
The crane carried them over the chasm and landed above a dense ancient forest. This forest exuded a mysterious aura, with towering trees that formed giant umbrellas of leaves, blocking out the sky. The crane descended slowly, and the group jumped down from its back. As soon as they landed, rustling sounds surrounded them, as if countless eyes were watching in the darkness. Mo Wenjie gripped his spirit sword tightly, preparing for battle.
Suddenly, a group of non-human creatures, resembling monkeys but not quite, appeared from behind the trees. They wielded primitive weapons and chattered excitedly as they charged towards them. Mo Wenjie was the first to charge forward, his sword flashing as he struck out at several of them. The other women also unleashed their abilities, and for a moment, the air was filled with beams of light and sounds of spells being cast. However, these creatures were incredibly agile and coordinated, causing a stalemate to arise between the two sides for a time.
At this moment, Mo Wenjie noticed that the leader of the creature pack had a peculiar jade pendant around its neck. He formulated a plan, using his spiritual power to envelop his voice and shout, "We have no desire for conflict; we merely wish to pass through." He pointed towards the jade pendant, indicating that he recognized the item. Upon hearing this, the leader was taken aback and waved its hand for its minions to cease their advance. It turned out that the jade pendant was an ancient relic left by the ancestors of this forest, visible only to those from outside with a predestined connection. The leader led the group to a secluded cave hidden within a tree trunk, where numerous treasures and cultivation texts awaited them. After selecting suitable items for themselves, they bid farewell to these creatures and continued their adventure with great anticipation for their next encounter.
They continued on their way and soon arrived at a river. The river water was a deep blue, emitting a hint of coldness. Mo Wenjie tried to probe the depth of the river with his spiritual power, but found his energy blocked by a mysterious force. Just as everyone was at a loss, ripples suddenly appeared on the river's surface, and an old wooden boat with worn-out sails drifted towards them. An elderly man clad in a straw raincoat stood at the bow, with deep-set eyes.
The old man sized up the group and said, "This river is called the Illusion River, and crossing it requires a price." Mo Wenjie asked, "What kind of cost?" The old man chuckled, "Each of you must present a treasure you've acquired before." The group looked at each other in surprise, hesitating. After a moment's thought, Mo Wenjie took out a cultivation manual he had found in the cave and threw it to the old man. Seeing this, the others also began to offer their treasures. The old man nodded contentedly and signaled for everyone to get on board the boat. As they sailed to the middle of the river, the surface of the water suddenly roiled with waves; beneath it, it seemed as if there were giant monsters swimming. The old man remained calm and collected; with a few light taps of his bamboo pole on the water's surface, it calmed down once more.
After a great effort, Mo Wenjie and his companions successfully crossed the wide and swift river. The water rushed beneath their feet, sending up spray, but at this moment, they could not be deterred by it.
Once they stepped ashore, Mo Wenjie glanced back at the turbulent river behind them, feeling a surge of accomplishment. He turned around and smiled slightly at Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yuru, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue beside him. "We've finally made it across!" he said. The ladies nodded in agreement, their eyes sparkling with determination.
Just then, the group suddenly spotted a towering and majestic mountain in the distance. The mountain pierced the clouds, appearing as a massive barrier between the earth and the sky. The peaks were surrounded by misty clouds that were dreamlike and elusive, making it difficult to discern its true appearance. Yet through the layers of mist, one could faintly see a glow at the summit, like a brilliant star in the night sky, attracting everyone's gaze.
Seeing this, Mo Wenjie and his companions immediately kindled a spark of hope in their hearts. They exchanged a glance without speaking, and simultaneously quickened their pace towards the mysterious mountain, running towards it with great eagerness. On their journey, everyone carried a boundless expectation for the upcoming adventure, hoping to find precious treasures or solve long-hidden mysteries within that mountain.
As they drew closer, the mountain appeared ever more grand and awe-inspiring. Clouds swirled and roiled between the peaks, sometimes enveloping the entire mountain, only to partially reveal jagged cliffs and rock faces in its aftermath, evoking a sense of ephemeral visibility.
Mo Wenjie and his companions moved with agile steps, racing across the wide road like arrows released from a bow. Their figures glowed with vitality and dynamism under the sunlight.
Meanwhile, their gazes were drawn to the magnificent panorama before them. The distance revealed rolling mountains, lush green trees stretching out as far as the eye could see like an endless ocean of green; the peaks were enveloped in a misty shroud, like dreams or phantasms, adding a layer of mystery to the mountains. At the foot of the mountain, a crystal-clear stream flowed gently, with ripples reflecting flecks of gold. It resembled a silk ribbon studded with gems weaving through the earth. Alongside it, vibrant flowers bloomed in colorful profusion, their sweet aroma wafting through the air to attract fluttering butterflies and industrious bees moving from flower to flower.
Facing such grand and enchanting scenery, Mo Wenjie and his companions were filled with increasing excitement. Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yuru, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue could not help but stop their advance. They inhaled deeply the fresh air with contentment, feeling the tranquility and beauty that nature bestowed upon them. Each person's face was lit up with an uncontrollable excitement and joy as they felt an overwhelming affection and reverence for this mysterious land in their hearts.
