Chapter 71

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When Wujie climbed out of the cave, two months had already passed.

He changed into a long, earth-colored robe, his face covered with a golden mask, his eyes gleaming, clearly well-rested.

Looking back, the darkness was hazy, and ahead, the morning light was not yet clear. In the faint mist, a vast, desolate valley appeared in his field of vision. No matter how far or near, there was no grass, no birds or beasts, and not a single human figure in sight.

Is this Longwei Plain?

Wujie gazed for a moment, then turned and extended his sleeve, his right hand trembling slightly. A green light flashed, and a square stone not far away suddenly flew up. With a quick grab of his hand, the green light suddenly contracted, and there was a muffled sound as the stone, weighing hundreds of pounds, was crushed to pieces under the pressure.

He raised his hand again and gently beckoned, and several stones on the hillside flew up one after another, followed by a series of "bangs," instantly sealing and burying the cave entrance where he had hidden and rested. A moment later, a green light returned, suddenly transforming into a green thread that wrapped around his wrist.

Tsk, tsk, don't say the green thread is soft and gentle, it can cut through metal and shatter jade, making even ghosts fear!

Wujie examined the green thread net on his wrist, his mind wandering. He shook his sleeve and placed his hands behind his back, then lightly tapped his toes, his body tilting and leaping, suddenly covering over ten zhang. In the blink of an eye, the momentum was spent, and before he could fall, he stepped on the air, reversing the momentum and leaping another ten zhang, his sleeves fluttering, a picture of graceful and swift movement. Compared to the previous jumping and landing, this was much smoother and more natural.

As he moved swiftly, his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a faint breeze that swept down the hill and quietly entered the valley below.

A moment later, a figure appeared in the valley, hovering in the air, looking around, swaying like a willow in the wind, and grinning from ear to ear.

As the saying goes, sharpening the axe doesn't delay the chopping of wood. To leave Canglong Valley and the Ancient Sword Mountain safely, he had to prepare some defensive and life-saving techniques. Over the past two months, he had not only mastered the green thread net and the invisibility technique but also studied the secrets of wind control, making his movements even faster.

In addition, his sword control techniques had improved, and he had memorized the hand seals and incantations of various small techniques, though he had no time to familiarize himself with them, leaving them for future contemplation and practice.

The two months of hard work were not in vain; this was called being prepared for the future.

Canglong Valley, I'm coming!

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After passing through the valley, it was the wasteland. The mist was still there, and the desolation remained.

Three days passed, and the scene was unchanged.

There was no distinction between day and night, as if the yin and yang were inverted, leaving one at a loss.

Wujie wanted to dig a pit and hide to sleep, not because he was exhausted, but out of habit. Such endless travel without day or night inevitably felt monotonous and boring.

Rise with the sun and rest with the sunset, enjoying the tranquility of the southern mountains and the drunken breeze of the bamboo stream, that is the realm of a carefree and comfortable life, isn't it?

However, there were no mountains or hills around, only a vast expanse of stone ridges stretching into the desolation. The bleak and desolate emptiness was like the end of the world.

He tried to dig a cellar, but the ground was abnormally hard, so he gave up and rested on the spot. Before he could sit cross-legged and practice breathing, he slowly leaned to one side, then lay flat on his back. Fortunately, before he fell asleep, he did not forget to make himself invisible.

Hmm, a brief rest, and let the sun rise and set in my dreams, so the journey won't be lonely!

The next day, a figure suddenly jumped up from the silent wasteland, saw nothing unusual, swallowed a辟谷丹 (a pill to suppress hunger), and continued on his way...

Such stop-and-go travel continued for half a month. The distant sky seemed to gradually brighten, as if a long-overcast morning had finally cleared and welcomed a ray of dawn.

Wujie quickened his pace, moving like a bird in migration, always full of anticipation despite the constant travel.

When the sky was filled with rosy clouds, another ten days had passed without him realizing it.

He landed on a section of a stone cliff and looked up.

The sky had its limits, but the rosy light was boundless.

At that moment, half the sky seemed to be on fire, all ablaze with a fierce red. Under the strange and magnificent light, a layer of flames seemed to cover the countless canyons and stone forests. Even more bizarrely, there were gusts of wind and rain in the fiery world!

Such a cycle of water and fire, intertwined and alternating, was a wondrous sight in the world!

And this was the heart of the Longwei Plain, the Longxin Ze? Although he had some understanding from the map, being there in person was still hard to believe!

Wujie stared in amazement, then looked back.

The Longwei Plain behind him was still dim in the morning light. On the other side, the rosy light was dazzling, and the water and fire were unpredictable.

One sky, two different scenes!

Wujie calmed his mind, rested for a moment, and made a hand seal with his right hand in his sleeve. A layer of invisible spiritual energy enveloped his body. Still not reassured, he took out an armor talisman and slapped it on himself. The protective spiritual energy was enhanced, though still invisible, it felt like a thick shell, making him feel more secure. He jumped down the stone cliff and cautiously headed toward the canyon.

A moment later, scorching flames rushed toward him but were blocked a foot away, leaving him unharmed.

He continued forward.

After a field of flames, a sudden storm came. The changes in temperature were unpredictable. The alternation of water and fire was bizarre and hard to fathom.

He just kept moving through the canyon.

At first, he felt the changes in the wind, rain, and flames, experiencing the differences in the world. After two days, he gradually ignored them, as if the sudden changes were just an illusion, though he was in the midst of it, it felt like he was a thousand miles away.

On the third day, Wujie stopped.

This was the end of the canyon, with two thousand-foot-high peaks on either side, distinctly different. The peak on the left was still ablaze with fierce flames, while the peak on the right was shrouded in wind and rain, with a chill. Standing in the middle of the ten-mile-wide valley, it felt like he was on the edge of water and fire, as if he was outside the world, yet constantly experiencing the changes and cycles of yin and yang.

He took a辟谷丹 (a pill to suppress hunger) and threw it into his mouth, then looked down. The valley floor was flat and wide, like a desert, and a faint white mist covered the desolation. Stepping on the mist, three inches above the ground, he felt a familiar energy rising, cold or hot. He was no longer surprised, shrugged his shoulders, and continued forward. At this point, he only had a layer of protective spiritual energy around him. The power of an armor talisman could only last half an hour. The few talismans he had were already used up. In his haste to travel, he had even forgotten the bizarre water and fire...

An hour later, the flat valley floor suddenly broke, as if a large pit had appeared in the ground. The sudden vastness and emptiness caught him off guard and left him puzzled.

Wujie's expression was surprised, and he slowed his steps, looking around while slowly approaching the edge of the pit.

The path ahead was cut off, as if sliced by a knife. Even the two peaks on either side seemed to have been cut in half, making them look abrupt. Looking ahead, a hundred-mile-wide pit lay quietly under the red sky. Inside, there were two large lakes, dividing the hundred-zhang-deep pit on either side. The lakes were different colors: one was green and misty, the other red and fiery. Between the two lakes was a narrow path, connecting the two sides, balancing yin and yang, and winding through the pit to the distance.

Wow! There are many wonders in Canglong Valley!

Is this pit the heart of Longxin Ze? Just follow the narrow path to reach the heart of Canglong Valley?

If so, the journey would be smooth. Hopefully, he could quickly pass through the seven layers of Canglong Valley and end his life as a fake disciple.

The cliff walls were steep, like a deep well. There were marks of flying swords on the steep stone walls, possibly a path for cultivators to climb down. Otherwise, how could there be a group of people at the bottom of the pit?

Wujie approached the edge of the pit and looked down.

At the bottom of the pit, there were about twenty to thirty cultivators from Ancient Sword Mountain, men and women, sitting or standing, waiting or hesitating, making it hard to understand their reasons. However, it seemed that Liu'er and his senior brother Huang Qi were not among them.

Wujie observed for a moment, then paced back and forth.

A hundred zhang deep, if he slipped, wouldn't he die?

If he wanted to continue his journey, there was no other way. Besides, there were precedents, why couldn't he try?

He hesitated for a moment, saw a place to climb, bit his lip, and stepped down. As he fell, he reached out to grab the protruding rocks on the cliff to steady himself. Once the momentum slowed, he continued. After several attempts, he became more skilled. At first, he fell a few zhang, then a few more, and finally, he fell quickly and lightly. In no time, he landed at the bottom of the pit. He put his feet on the ground and took a deep breath.

Although running on flat ground was fast, it was unsettling to have no solid ground underfoot. Even flying required something to rely on to feel secure.

Hmm, I am just an ordinary person.

So-called climbing and walking on walls is nothing more than this!

Wujie muttered to himself, then moved forward.

As he got closer, the two large lakes became clear. On the left was water, misty and rainy; on the right was fire, with flames reaching the sky. The edge of the lakes had a narrow, flat area, a temporary resting place.

The twenty to thirty cultivators were still sitting or standing, seemingly unaware of Wujie's arrival. Clearly, their attention was not behind them but on the two bizarre lakes.

Wujie slowly approached two cultivators and asked curiously, "Why are you lingering here?"

"Hmph! The path ahead is dangerous... Ah, you..."

"Senior brother, you must have mistaken me for someone else..."

A casual question caused unexpected panic.

Wujie grinned, smiling at the two bewildered cultivators, "Senior brothers Wang Bi and Lu Zhi, how have you been?"

Both cultivators were wearing masks, and their attire clearly matched Wang Bi and Lu Zhi, who had fled alone before. They did not notice his change in clothing but recognized his voice. Feeling guilty, they tried to dodge, but were caught off guard when their identities were revealed, leaving them awkwardly frozen in place.

"Senior brother He, how did you end up here?"

"Yes! I didn't expect the four senior brothers to show mercy, what good luck..."

Wujie shook his head and said lightly, "The four senior brothers, aware of their deep sins, have fallen into the cycle of rebirth!"

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi were shocked into silence—

"Ah... they're all dead..."

"Facing four at once? Senior brother, you..."

Wujie's gaze swept over the two and looked around, a smile on his lips, "What do you think of this situation?"

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi looked at each other, about to respond, when a muffled roar suddenly came from the lake ahead, followed by an earthquake and a chorus of screams. They turned to look without another word.

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