Chapter 85

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The surroundings were dark.

Nothing could be seen.

It was like a sea, lonely without shores;

It was like a long-dormant night, without light or color, never awakening since ancient times;

Or it was like a desert, without life or flowers, only countless grains of sand, carrying countless loneliness, slowly surging from the earth and sky, then coalescing into scorching flames, blooming in the desolation.

In a sudden moment, stars twinkled, yin and yang rotated, the universe transformed, and all things sprang to life!

And suddenly, the sun and moon collapsed, the stars scattered, darkness descended, and the world sank. After an unknown duration, light suddenly appeared. Amidst the surging flood, all things perished!

Faintly, there were words: "The universe is in the hand, all transformations arise from the body. Human nature is heavenly, the human heart is the mechanism. Establish the way of heaven to define humanity."

And again: "When heaven stirs with killing intent, stars shift and constellations change; when earth stirs with killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land; when humans stir with killing intent, heaven and earth are overturned..."

In the crevice of the stone wall, Wujiao lay on his back.

His body was covered in dust and grass debris, blending with the surrounding desolation, as if lost in a corner of time, immersed in a dream, oblivious to the world.

However, perhaps the overwhelming flood was too astonishing, or the two familiar passages came suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes from his slumber.

"Huh, where am I? How long have I been asleep?"

And those two passages, clearly from the *Tianxing Fu Jing*, though destroyed, were still vivid in his memory, popping up from time to time, quite peculiar...

Wujiao had not yet sat up when he realized the place was only wide enough for one person to lie down. He couldn't stretch his limbs. He had to turn his body and awkwardly crawl out of the crevice, then plop down, leaning against the stone wall, and looked around.

He remembered.

After escaping the Ninefold Abyss, he found this place and slept. At the time, he was exhausted and could hardly hold on. Now, his strength seemed to have returned...

Wujiao looked down at himself.

His qi sea and dantian were full of spiritual energy. The discomfort in his stomach was still faint, and the heaviness was unbearable.

He noticed this and quickly stood up, heading into the depths of the grass, undressing and squatting. Thunder rumbled and a river of water flowed. After a moment, he felt much lighter and walked out.

He remembered that in the underground of the Ninefold Abyss, he had eaten nine red fruits, the so-called Dragon Transformation Pills, which were said to add decades of cultivation. Now, there was no surprise, only a bad stomach.

Wujiao returned to his original spot and sat down, tearing off his tattered robe. As he was about to take out a new one, he suddenly raised his left hand and shouted, "Little thing, be quiet—"

In the Kuibone Ring on his left hand, all his possessions were stored.

Not only were there spirit stones, pills, talismans, and magical artifacts, but also gold, silver, jewels, and miscellaneous items, all neatly arranged for easy access.

However, due to an unexpected visitor, the orderly arrangement was no more.

A small black snake was eating pills in the shards of a jade bottle, then rummaging through the items, and finally climbing onto a pile of spirit stones, gnawing on one with a crunch. Despite its arrogance, it stayed away from the large bow...

Wujiao didn't have time to look further and shouted, "Get out here!"

With a flash of black light, a three-foot black snake appeared, coiled on the ground, its thin but strong front limbs holding a spirit stone, gnawing away. The hard spirit stone was being bitten into pieces.

Daring to steal my spirit stones, are you asking for death?

Wujiao raised his arm, ready to summon his demon sword to teach it a lesson.

The young dragon seemed to sense something, only moving its eyes slightly, then continued gnawing on the stone, completely unafraid.

Wujiao hesitated for a moment, then gave up.

The little thing is indeed no ordinary creature, knowing the value of spirit stones and even greedier than me. I'll let you off this time.

He stopped worrying, took out a brown long shirt to change into, and swallowed a grain of fasting pill. Then he closed his eyes to rest and recalled everything that had happened.

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi were top-notch cultivators among the feathered immortals. Both were eager to break through their cultivation, hoping to reach a higher level. However, the advancement of their realm was as difficult as ascending to heaven. In the Ninefold Abyss of the Canglao Valley, there were Dragon Transformation Pills needed for foundation building, but they had to distract the black dragon to make their move. So those two guys first deceived him, then to increase their chances, they lured Huang Qi and four others into a trap.

Unexpectedly, those nine red fruits ended up benefiting him. Apart from a bad stomach, he didn't feel any miraculous effects. After a harrowing escape, he slept and regained his energy. Now, it was time to continue his journey.

Wujiao thought about this, took out a map and studied it for a moment. Before he could set off, he seemed to have a thought. Soon, a point of light appeared in his hand, and with a light "pop," a pile of things fell in front of him.

The young dragon, startled, darted a few feet away, looked back, and continued gnawing on the spirit stone.

Wujiao examined the pile of things and picked up a jade slip. The jade slip contained a few short incantations and hand seals, with a notable name: Flash Escape Technique.

He quickly memorized it, a smile appearing on his lips.

The Flash Escape Technique, as the name suggests, is an escape technique as fast as lightning.

He remembered that in the underground of the Ninefold Abyss, he had clearly sensed Lu Zhi's approach, but still couldn't avoid his sneak attack. Wang Bi had also used the same method. If he hadn't learned from his mistake and been more cautious, he would have fallen into the same trap.

Those two guys were indeed top-notch cultivators among the feathered immortals, likely famous figures in the Ancient Sword Mountain. The techniques they used were faster than the Wind Riding Technique, leaving no trace, and were extremely mysterious. They were very useful for both combat and escape. Now, this must be the Flash Escape Technique. Even if it's an exaggeration, it's still quite remarkable.

Wujiao memorized the incantations and hand seals, then picked up a few more jade slips. They contained cultivation techniques, magical powers, and practice notes from the Ancient Sword Mountain. He didn't bother to check them, putting the jade slips and the pile of things back into the Kuibone Ring, but kept a short sword to admire.

The four flying swords he had before were lost in the pond. Fortunately, he had picked up this one left by Lu Zhi, otherwise, he would have suffered a great loss. His demon sword was powerful, but it always killed on the spot, making it inconvenient to show to others. He needed more flying swords as backups!

The short sword in front of him was less than a foot long, without a sharp edge, and indistinguishable between the hilt and the blade, looking like a plain iron ruler, unremarkable. But with the addition of spiritual energy, the short sword glowed silver and became razor-sharp.

A blunt sword without an edge, simple and effective!

Wujiao nodded, erased the residual divine consciousness from the short sword, and then dripped a drop of essence blood, moving his hands busily. After a few tries, he had a good grasp of refining magical artifacts.

The young dragon had finished eating the spirit stone, rolled on the ground for a while, and then suddenly darted into the nearby grass, disappearing in an instant.

After a moment.

Wujiao's right hand made a seal and pointed into the air. The sword light in front of him spun and suddenly flew dozens of feet, then returned like lightning. He caught the flying sword, examined it, and nodded in satisfaction.

This flying sword from Lu Zhi, though unremarkable, was much more powerful than the magical artifacts he had obtained before.

Should he return the same way or cross the mountains? To reach Longshi River, he needed to pass through a place called the Ancient Altar, which was hundreds of miles away...

Wujiao put away the flying sword and looked around.

To the left was the way he came, to the right was unknown. The canyon walls on both sides were hundreds of feet high, steep and smooth, very dangerous.

He looked up for a moment, then lightly stepped, leaping over ten feet. With the remaining momentum, he reached out to the wall, "thud" embedding his hand a few inches into the stone, using it to gain more height. He then kicked the wall with both feet, creating a series of shallow pits, moving faster and heading straight for the top.

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly darted out of the grass in the canyon, leaping high and pouncing on the wall. Before touching it, it moved its limbs, shaking its head and tail, like a black lightning bolt shooting towards the sky.

In no time, he reached the top. Before he could look around, a black shadow fell into his arms, so fast he couldn't react.

Wujiao, taken aback, tried to use his spiritual energy to break free. But the young dragon wrapped around him, nuzzling his neck and cheeks, making him shiver with a strange coldness. He grabbed the young dragon, but before he could throw it, it tightened its grip on his arm and glared at him, baring its teeth.

"Huh, what do you want? Send you back to the Ninefold Abyss to find your mother? No way! Go back on your own, don't bother me!"

Wujiao shook his arm, but the young dragon tightened its grip. He became a bit anxious and wanted to force it off.

"Little thing, do you think I'm afraid of you just because you have horns and four limbs? I'm afraid of your mother, otherwise, I would have roasted you long ago..."

He showed his fierce side, trying to scare it. But the young dragon slipped into his sleeve, like returning home, curling up and ignoring him.

Wujiao raised his sleeve, hesitating.

"If I leave this little beast here, it won't be able to return. If it encounters a cultivator, it will surely die. Since it won't leave, I might as well raise it for meat. But it's not allowed to steal my spirit stones, or I'll kill it immediately, hmpf!"

He muttered to himself, somewhat helpless, and put the young dragon into the Kuibone Ring, but not trusting it, he placed all the items behind the large bow.

The young dragon seemed to fear the large bow's power, perhaps this would make it behave.

However, after entering the Kuibone Ring, the young dragon, full and satisfied, curled up and fell asleep. Its greedy and lazy appearance was quite similar to someone else's.

Wujiao finally felt refreshed, taking a deep breath. Seeing that the top of the mountain was quite flat, he silently recited a few incantations, made a seal, and a light flashed over his body. "Whoosh," he disappeared from the spot.

In the next moment, someone "thud" fell dozens of feet away... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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