Mortal Cultivator

In the eastern region of the Ancient Dao Realm, Wang Lu, dressed in black, shuttled through the ancient forests like lightning. The spiritual energy here is dense and exudes a mysterious atmosphere of ancient times. The giant trees are towering and the vines are entangled like pythons. Ordinary people may find it difficult to move here, but Wang Lu has extraordinary skills, and those obstacles are just scabies to him.

Wang Lu was originally just one of the many disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, living an ordinary and peaceful life. However, the gears of fate suddenly began to turn one day. By chance, he actually got a long-lost peerless skill - the Yuling Body Skill! This body skill is extremely magical, which can make the practitioner as light as a swallow and move as fast as the wind, and can also resonate wonderfully with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Not only that, Wang Lu also showed a very high talent and understanding for the control of spiritual power. He practiced hard day and night, constantly studied, and cultivated his own spiritual power control skills to the realm of perfection. Because of this, he attracted great attention from the headmaster and was regarded as the future hope of the sect.

Not long after, the headmaster personally summoned Wang Lu and gave him an important task: to go to the mysterious East Region to explore opportunities. It is said that this area hides precious relics left by a great man in ancient times. For countless years, countless brave and fearless practitioners have heard this legend and set foot on this land full of unknowns and dangers, but most of them failed to come back alive, and only the broken swords and clothes were left to slowly decay among the dense forest leaves, becoming a witness to history.

When they reached a valley, Wang Lu suddenly felt the movement of spiritual power, as if there was a mysterious suction coming from the ground. His eyes were like torches, locking onto a deep pool in front of him. The water in the pool was as black as ink, but there was no ripple at all. There was no grass growing around it, which was out of tune with the lush surroundings. "Is there a hidden universe here?" Wang Lu whispered, gathering spiritual power in his hands, turning it into a spiritual flame and exploring the pool.

In an instant, the whirlpool of the pool suddenly rose and roared. An ancient stone door slowly rose from the bottom of the water. The door was engraved with runes, exuding a vicissitudes of life and ancient atmosphere. It was the entrance to the secret realm of ancient time and space.

Wang Lu stepped into the ancient and mysterious stone door carefully, and felt a powerful force instantly wrapped him tightly. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar and chaotic place.

The space here seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, making people feel dizzy and unstable. The sound of gusts of wind whistling in my ears was deafening like a galloping horse. At the same time, the wind was mixed with the roars of giant beasts from ancient times, which seemed to penetrate the soul and were creepy.

Wang Lu endured the discomfort of his body and the fear in his heart, and tried to stabilize his body. Gradually, the surrounding scene began to become clear. He was surprised to find that he was in a desolate battlefield ruins!

Looking around, the ground was full of broken swords and halberds, some of which were broken into two pieces, and some of which had been rusted by years. Those weapons scattered everywhere seemed to be silently telling the fierce battles that had taken place here.

On this battlefield, the land was pitch black, with deep and shallow gullies crisscrossing, like scars left by the earth being torn apart. And those black marks seemed to be the marks formed after the blood dried up, silently showing people the cruelty of the past wars.

Just as Wang Lu looked around, he suddenly noticed a towering stone platform in the distance. There was a strange light flashing on the stone platform, sometimes dazzling, sometimes dim, as if some rare treasure was sitting on it, waiting for the destined person to unveil its mysterious veil.

Just as Wang Lu was about to move forward, the seemingly solid ground suddenly changed without any warning. A strange swamp appeared out of thin air in front of him. The black swamp seemed to have life, like countless flexible tentacles, quickly climbing towards Wang Lu.

Faced with this sudden change, Wang Lu did not dare to be negligent. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the spiritual power in his body started to circulate rapidly in an instant. With a light shout, he displayed his proud spirit control body method, and his body was like a light flying bird, floating up, trying to avoid the black mud that was clinging to him like a living thing.

However, just as he jumped into the air, a heart-pounding force suddenly emerged. Looking closely, it turned out that several shackles condensed by spiritual power appeared out of thin air. These shackles were like invisible iron chains, entwining him with a fierce momentum.

Wang Lu's heart tightened, but he reacted very quickly, and his hands quickly formed seals, muttering something in his mouth. In an instant, a powerful spiritual power gushed out from his palm, turning into extremely sharp light blades, slashing at the spiritual power shackles.

With a few crisp "clang" sounds, the spiritual power light blades collided with the spiritual power shackles, splashing sparks. However, what surprised Wang Lu was that although he successfully cut off some chains, more chains continued to flow in, as if endless.

At this time, Wang Lu finally realized that the traps in this secret realm were so interlocking and insidious. He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and calmed himself down. The more critical the moment, the more cautious and vigilant you need to be. If you are not careful, you may fall into a place of no return.

Approaching the stone platform, a strong wind blew in the face, and a three-headed flaming lion appeared roaring, with blazing flames all over its body, and each head spit out spiritual fire bombs. Wang Lu was unhurried, forming seals with his hands, and the spiritual shadow appeared behind him, just like the ancient god of war, pumping his fist to meet the attack. "Bang bang bang", fists and fire collided, and the loud noise was deafening. Although the Yanshi's attack was fierce, it was difficult to break through Wang Lu's defense. He spotted the flaw, and a spiritual light pierced and hit the Yanshi's center. The Yanshi fell to the ground with a whimper. It turned into fly ash and dissipated, leaving only a crystal inner elixir hanging in the air. Wang Lu waved it away, knowing that it was a good thing for tempering spiritual power.

Climbing up to the stone platform, there is a simple bronze mirror on the platform, with a hazy mirror surface that seems to hide thousands of worlds. As soon as Wang Lu touched the bronze mirror, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and his consciousness was drawn into the time and space in the mirror. In front of you is the scene of an ancient powerful weapon refining. The furnace is blazing and the hammers are clanging. The powerful man is forging a peerless fairy sword. The sword body is engraved with patterns of stars, mountains and rivers, and each one contains the power of the laws of heaven and earth. Wang Lu was immersed in the observation and realized a new method of condensing spiritual power. He sat cross-legged and circulated his spiritual power to integrate what he had learned. The spiritual power in his body became more mellow, his meridians widened a bit, and his cultivation improved to a level.

When I came out of the illusion of the bronze mirror, the secret realm trembled and seemed to collapse. Wang Lu knew that he couldn't stay here for long, so he took the bronze mirror and ran quickly along the way. Space cracks appeared frequently along the way, sucking in everything. He dodged left and right, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. At the critical moment, he saw a glimmer of light coming from the cracks in the stone door, and he tried his best to rush out of the door with the remaining spiritual energy in his body.

As soon as they came out of the secret realm, the stone door behind them suddenly collapsed and turned into powder. Wang Lu collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, looking back at the quiet pool that had returned to calm, with lingering fear and joy.

This exploration trip can be said to be full of rewards! Not only was his own cultivation greatly improved, but he also unexpectedly obtained a rare treasure like a bronze mirror. This bronze mirror looks ordinary, but it contains endless mysterious power and ancient inheritance.

After returning to the Xiaoyao Gate, you must find a quiet place to calm down and carefully study the mysteries hidden in the bronze mirror. I believe that with my talent and hard work, I will be able to understand all its secrets over time and apply them to my spiritual path. By then, I will definitely cause an uproar in this ancient Taoist world full of fantasy, and write the next chapter of legendary practice that belongs only to me.

And with the experience gained from this exploration and the help of this bronze mirror, it will undoubtedly increase the chances of success and success in exploring those mysterious secret realms again in the future and unraveling more unsolved mysteries buried deep in ancient times. grasp. In this way, my path of spiritual practice will surely become wider and wider, and I will eventually reach that impressive pinnacle!

In the border town of Linghuan Continent, Wang Lu was just an unknown young casual cultivator who was obsessed with refining weapons. He has a thin body, but his eyes reveal an extraordinary passion for the art of weapon refining. He usually lives in seclusion in a dilapidated workshop in a small town, accompanied by charcoal fire and spiritual materials, and barely survives by doing odd jobs of repairing magic weapons. Although he was born in China, his ambition has never been lost, and he always hopes to create a world-famous treasure and become famous all over the world.

One day, Wang Lu went to the market to buy spiritual materials as usual. At a sloppy old man's stall, he found a crystal the size of a thumb, crystal clear, with a nebula swirling inside. He felt that this thing was extraordinary. Seeing his fixed gaze, the old man grinned and said, "My little brother has good eyesight. I picked this up from outside the ancient ruins. It may be some kind of rare thing. The price is fifty spiritual crystals. I won't give it away if I take it away!"

Wang Lu gritted his teeth and spent all his savings to buy it. He went back to the workshop to look at it and read ancient books. He was shocked to find that this was the legendary space-time crystal core that could control the flow of time. He was overjoyed and decided to use it as a basis to refine the mysterious and unpredictable crystal. Time compass.

At the beginning of refining, problems came one after another. The time compass has a complex structure and requires many rare spiritual materials, such as thousand-year cold iron, spiritual rhinoceros horn, star-bright copper, etc. Wang Lu was short of money and had to go into dangerous places to find it.

He stepped alone into the misty valley, where miasma filled the air and monsters were rampant. With his keen sense of the breath of spiritual materials, he found Han Tie deep in the valley, but was attacked by an iron-backed wolf.

The wolf's body was like a hill, with rough skin and thick flesh. With a wave of its sharp claws, it was shocking. Wang Lu dodged from left to right, taking advantage of the terrain to maneuver, looking for the right opportunity, and hit the gray wolf in the throat with his self-made spirit flame crossbow. Taking advantage of its weakness, Wang Lu harvested the cold iron and returned home in ragged clothes and covered with scars.

Gathering the materials, the casting process is even more difficult and dangerous. The furnace in the workshop is old and cannot withstand the violent energy released by the space-time crystal core. Wang Lu worked tirelessly to strengthen the furnace, carve runes, and start refining. In the raging fire, the spiritual materials merged, but the space-time crystal core suddenly moved, as if trying to break free, and the furnace was flashing with light and roaring continuously. Wang Lu's forehead was sweating, and his spiritual power was pouring in. His hands were rapidly changing seals, and he was muttering words in his mouth. He suppressed them with force to avoid the disaster of the furnace explosion.

After ninety-nine and eighty-one days of tempering, the prototype of the time compass gradually appeared. On the palm-sized compass, the hands flickered, and the runes on the body moved like living creatures. But this is only the beginning. The fine carving, spiritual power injection, formation inlaying and other processes will take time. Wang Lu stayed by the compass day and night. When his spiritual power was exhausted, he swallowed pills to recover. When he was in a trance, he poured cold water on his head to wake him up. His eye sockets were sunken and he looked haggard, but he had no intention of retreating.

Finally, on a full-moon night, the compass was refined, the hands trembled slightly, and glowed with soft blue light. The space around the body seemed to move with its rhythm, and the faint fluctuations of the long river of time could be heard. Wang Lu was overjoyed. He held the compass and sensed the wonderful power of manipulating time. He was filled with lofty ideals and determination to explore the well-known dangerous place in the Linghuan Continent - the Forbidden Abyss, explore the ruins of ancient powers, and seek higher attainments in weapon refining.

Stepping into the forbidden abyss, the abyss is dark and deep, and the wind howls, like the howling of evil spirits. Wang Lu holds the time compass in his hand and adjusts the pointer. The flow of time around him slows down, and he easily avoids the wind blades and poisonous fog that attack from the dark. There is an ancient stone door at the bottom of the abyss, engraved with rune seals, and the strong are forbidden to enter. Wang Lu activates the compass to accelerate the decay of the stone door. The rune light dims and peels off. The stone door slowly opens, revealing the mysterious brilliance inside.

In the ruins, there are many halls, and fragments of magic weapons and ancient scrolls are scattered. Wang Lu is immersed in reading ancient books. On a roll of yellowed silk, he finds the lost "Nine Turns of Spiritual Patterns" refining method. While he is studying it, the guardian puppet wakes up, with hard armor all over his body and iron fists carrying fire. Wang Lu turns the compass to slow down the puppet's movements, and takes the opportunity to counterattack. He uses the newly realized spiritual pattern to condense spiritual power filaments, cuts into the puppet's joints, dismantles the seal core, and subdues it.

After that, Wang Lu relied on the time compass to travel through many relics and secret realms, and his attainments in refining reached the pinnacle, and his reputation resounded throughout the spiritual continent. However, it also attracted covetousness from all parties. The demons of the evil way secretly planned to snatch it, and the righteous sects also suspected and suppressed it. In a siege, Wang Lu was trapped in a desperate situation, the light of the compass was blocked by the forbidden spell, and he was surrounded by powerful enemies.

In a moment of life and death, he used the compass to reverse the local time and space, traced back the trajectory of the opponent's offensive, found a flaw to break through, and then hid his body, went far away, and retreated in a secret valley to study the deeper mysteries of the compass, waiting for the day when he would come out again, and rectify his name with the way of refining, and continue to write legends in the spiritual world, making the time compass a legendary artifact that protects justice and explores the truth, rather than a cause of disputes.

In the mysterious spiritual galaxy, Wang Lu is just an ordinary cultivator with decent qualifications. He has a tall and slender figure, a resolute face, and his eyes reveal his extreme persistence and desire for the immortal way. He has been walking alone on the road of seeking the way for hundreds of years. He has experienced many hardships, but he has never given up the burning immortal thought in his heart.

At that time, Wang Lu heard that there was a mysterious place at the edge of the galaxy - the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. Legend has it that it was an independent space opened up by the powerful demons in ancient times, which sealed the majestic power of demons and spirits, and also concealed rare opportunities that could help practitioners break through the shackles. However, there were many dangers inside, with restrictions everywhere and demons rampant. Many people who tried to explore the secrets were defeated and never returned. But Wang Lu's cultivation had been stuck in a bottleneck for a long time, and he was stuck at the peak of the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor and could not make any progress. At that moment, he resolutely decided to embark on the journey to the Demon Spirit Secret Realm with the magic weapons and spiritual objects he had collected for many years.

When Wang Lu first entered the secret realm, he felt a thick and sticky aura that seemed to be real, but the surrounding scenery was eerie and strange. The dark green miasma filled the void, covering the sky and the sun. The ground under his feet was a strange purple-black color, and there was a faint light flashing from time to time, as if countless unknown dangers were lurking. The wind whistled in his ears, faintly mixed with the roar of beasts and the cry of ghosts, and the eerie chill penetrated his spine.

Wang Lu walked forward cautiously, holding the time compass obtained from the mysterious ruins in his hand. This compass is only the size of a palm, and the body of the compass is simple and heavy. The bronze texture is engraved with complex and delicate runes that seem to be intertwined with the trajectory of stars and the texture of time. The central pointer is deep blue, and it trembles slightly, as if it can pull the veins of time and space. Before, he only had a little knowledge of it, and could only perform some tricks to slow down and speed up the flow of time around him. Now he is in a dangerous place and hopes that it will become the key to breaking the deadlock.

When they reached a valley, there were jagged rocks in the valley, each of which looked like a ferocious beast, emitting a hidden pressure. Suddenly, a group of ghostly demons emerged from the cracks in the rocks, surrounded by black flames, and were as fast as lightning, appearing in front of them in the blink of an eye. Wang Lu was not surprised but happy. He turned the compass in his hand, injected spiritual power, and moved the pointer in the opposite direction. In an instant, the demons became extremely slow, and their ghostly figures seemed to be trapped in a quagmire. He calmly sacrificed the spiritual sword, and the sword moved with him. Several sharp sword qi whistled out, easily killing the demons, leaving only wisps of black smoke.

As he went deeper, Wang Lu found a spiritual pond. The water in the pond was dark blue, and the surface was filled with dreamy mist. The bottom was shining with mysterious runes, and the rich spiritual energy was rising like materialized silk threads. He knew that this was an excellent place for cultivation, but there was a three-headed crocodile demon guarding the pond. It was as big as a mountain, with thick leather armor. Each of its three heads could spit out spiritual breath of three attributes: ice, fire, and poison, with amazing power.

Wang Lu sat cross-legged not far from the pond, circulating his spiritual power to resist the occasional probing attacks of the crocodile demon. At the same time, he turned on the time compass and slowed down the flow of time in his own place by two times. One moment in the outside world was two moments for him. He immersed himself in his mind, absorbed the spiritual energy of the spiritual pond, and practiced the exercises to guide the spiritual power to rush and temper in the meridians. With each cycle, the spiritual power condensed a point. The crocodile demon's attacks became more and more manic, but with the time difference, Wang Lu always had enough room to deal with it, either resisting with a spiritual shield or swinging his sword to force it back.

After practicing like this for several days, Wang Lu's spiritual power surged in his body, and there was a faint sign of a breakthrough, but the bottleneck was still stubborn. He knew that it was difficult to break through with conventional practice, and he needed to rely on more powerful external forces and perceptions. Continuing to explore the secret realm, in an ancient forest of steles, the steles are engraved with ancient characters of the demon clan, recording the unique insights of the ancestors of the demon clan on the rules of heaven and earth and the laws of time. Wang Lu used a compass to fix the time around the stele forest to prevent the runes from dissipating. He read and comprehended the runes word by word, and it was as if a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, and he had a new understanding of the relationship between time and the operation of spiritual power.

With this perception, Wang Lu returned to Lingtan and adjusted the time compass again. This time, he boldly tried to speed up the flow of time in Lingtan, allowing it to release several times the spiritual energy in a short period of time, and he himself entered a state of emptiness that seemed to be awake and resonated with the rhythm of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. The pores all over the body dilated, madly swallowing the majestic spiritual energy, the meridians widened and strengthened under the impact of the surging spiritual power, the bones creaked, and were tempered by the spiritual rhythm to be as crystal as jade.

Just when the spiritual power was about to go out of control and run away, Wang Lu's spiritual platform was clear and he guided the spiritual power to rush towards the barrier of the late stage of the Immortal Emperor. In an instant, the body seemed to be in chaos, with a loud roar, and the majestic spiritual power was released like a flood, breaking through the bottleneck in one fell swoop and entering the late stage of the Immortal Emperor. But he was not satisfied, knowing that the opportunity here was not over.

In the core area of ​​the secret realm, there is an ancient palace suspended in the air, surrounded by time and space turbulence, as if chaos was just beginning. Ordinary people will be sucked into the endless void if they approach it, and their bodies will be gone.

With the help of the time compass, Wang Lu cleverly disrupted the rhythm of the turbulence and found a safe path to enter the palace. The palace was empty, with only a stone platform in the center. On the platform was a crystal clear demon spirit bead, which seemed to hide the rotation of the galaxy inside, emitting pure energy that made people palpitate. It was the result of the great demon clan's lifelong cultivation and understanding of the law of time.

Wang Lu approached the stone platform and just as he reached out to touch the demon spirit bead, a vast amount of information flooded into his mind. It was the demon race's ultimate use of the law of time and the path of cultivation above the Immortal Emperor. He didn't have time to study it in detail, so he sat cross-legged beside the stone platform, using the time compass to adjust the rhythm of energy release around him and the demon spirit bead, and began a long practice.

The compass needle rotated at a constant speed, and the time around Wang Lu sometimes stopped and sometimes flew. He was immersed in the dual tempering of spiritual power and law perception. The energy of the demon spirit bead was integrated into the meridians, repairing and strengthening, and the quality of spiritual power continued to rise. The understanding of the law of time gradually deepened from the superficial, and he could control the reversal, folding, and acceleration of local time and space in a thought, and his strength increased dramatically.

After several months of retreat, Wang Lu's spiritual power was as powerful as the sea, his body was so strong that he could tear the void with his bare hands, his soul was as solid as a rock, and he was in perfect harmony with the rules of heaven and earth, and finally reached the peak of the late Immortal Emperor. At this moment, his every move was powerful enough to destroy the world, and the pressure from his body made the demons in the secret realm tremble and bow down.

At this moment, the entire secret realm suddenly trembled violently! It was as if this mysterious land could not bear the pressure of some powerful force, or the seal that had always existed had reached the end of its validity period and began to gradually collapse.

Wang Lu put away the demon spirit beads and time compass in his hands without hesitation, and a layer of dazzling light flashed on his body in an instant, protecting himself tightly in it. Then, his figure was like lightning, and he shuttled forward in the constantly broken and collapsed space at an astonishing speed.

The surrounding scene became more and more chaotic, with broken rocks, violent energy flows and endless dark voids intertwined, forming a heart-pounding picture. However, Wang Lu relied on his own strong strength and agile reaction ability to kill a bloody way out of this chaos.

Finally, after a thrilling adventure, Wang Lu successfully broke out of this crumbling secret realm and came to a relatively safe place outside. When he stopped and looked back, he saw that the once mysterious secret realm had completely collapsed and turned into countless fragments that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Looking back at the gradually closing entrance, he knew that this experience was just a stop on the long immortal journey. Now that his strength has greatly increased, he will return to the Spiritual Galaxy and face all kinds of challenges with a new attitude, exploring a higher immortal path. Perhaps one day, he will be able to transcend this world, control the real long river of time, and create an immortal immortal cause.