Chaos Spirit Field

The immortal who managed the Xianyuan Secret Realm was furious when he saw the Moon Goddess being desecrated by an ant right under his nose. If he weren't bound by the rules, he would have slapped Zhao Shanhe into a meat pie! This is probably what they call "showing off your affection will lead to a quick death"!

Zhao Shanhe's vision flashed before he found himself above a canyon. He felt his spiritual energy gradually being trapped, a powerful suction entwined around him like a giant python, causing him to fall involuntarily. Before he could struggle to escape, he was sucked in completely. He didn't know how long it took before he finally fell heavily to the ground.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a humanoid figure emerged from the pit. Zhao Shanhe, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to rise. If he hadn't just broken through the third level of the Diamond Sutra, his body becoming incredibly resilient, he would have been shattered into a pile of pulp by now. He mentally cursed someone in heaven over eight hundred times. That person sneezed constantly, and even a god would occasionally catch a cold.

The deafening roar instantly attracted a crowd of onlookers. Zhao Shanhe stared ahead, only to see a group of people clad in animal skins and armed with stone tools slowly approaching. He couldn't help but wonder: Could he have stumbled upon the legendary primitive tribe?

At this time, a man who looked like a leader stepped forward and asked, "A Buddhist disciple has descended this time. Little Master, may I ask which temple you are from?"

Zhao Shanhe heard the man speak the language common on the mainland and wondered if these people weren't primitive humans. He gently stroked his bald head, clasped his hands together, and bowed, saying, "Amitabha, I am from the Vajra Temple, my Dharma name is Xuanzang, and I am honored to meet you all. May I ask where this place is?"

The leader smiled and replied, "So you are a high-ranking monk from the Vajra Sect. No wonder you possess such profound physical cultivation. This place is a place of absolute spiritual power at the bottom of the Abyss Grand Canyon. Welcome to join our monk alliance."

"Are you talking about the Abyss Canyon in the Endless Sea?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"Master Xuanzang, is there a second abyss canyon on this continent? We should not stay here for long. A strange wind is about to hit. You'd better come back to the camp with me." The leader said as he led Zhao Shanhe towards their camp.

After walking about fifty miles, Zhao Shanhe saw rows of densely packed caves on the rock wall. This was probably the so-called camp.

The leader said, "Master Xuanzang, we have arrived at the camp. Let's go inside first. The strange wind is about to come."

After the two entered the house, the leader quickly closed the stone door and lit the oil lamp. Under the dim light, his expression seemed somewhat solemn. After a while, a strong wind swept up flying stones, madly hitting the stone door. The deafening sound showed the power of the strange wind.

The leader said, "Master Xuanzang, once the strange wind passes, while the spiritual power in your body has not completely disappeared, quickly carve out your own house."

Zhao Shanhe knew that cultivators disliked being disturbed, so he quickly sensed the Mountain River Ring, a wave of doubt welling up in his heart. Although he could sense its presence, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't retrieve any of the items within. He frowned and asked in confusion, "Senior, what exactly is this place? Why can't I even use my magic power?"

The leader smiled faintly, a smile tinged with bitterness and self-mockery. He shook his head gently and said, "Not to mention a mere Jindan cultivator like you, even a Shenhua cultivator like me can't use my magic power here. This place is a place of absolute spiritual power, as its name suggests, isolating all spiritual energy."

Zhao Shanhe's face turned grim upon hearing this. He asked unwillingly, "Senior, without your magical powers, how can you leave this ten-thousand-foot canyon? And how did you get in in the first place?"

The leader sighed, slowly closing his eyes as he recalled the past. After a moment, he opened his eyes and spoke in a heavy voice, "Over a hundred years ago, I explored the ruins of the Dao Sect with several elders from the sect. Who could have guessed it was a trap? I was transported here, and despite trying many methods, I had no chance of leaving."

Zhao Shanhe asked respectfully, "Senior, you are a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, so you must be no unknown person. May I ask your name?"

The leader raised his head, a trace of emotion flashing in his eyes, and said softly, "I am Liu Peng, the Grand Elder of the Formation Sect. Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder what the Formation Sect has become now..."

Zhao Shanhe slowly said, "Senior, to be honest, the Zhen Sect was destroyed a hundred years ago."

The leader shuddered, his face filled with shock and regret. He muttered to himself, "Destroyed... I should have seen this end sooner. I regret it so much! If I hadn't been so stubborn and taken all the sect's masters away, the Zhen Sect might not have been destroyed."

Zhao Shanhe consoled him, "Senior, it's already happened. Don't be too sad. As the saying goes, revenge is never too late."

Liu Peng showed a bitter smile on his face. He said helplessly: "If I want to take revenge, I must first have a chance to escape."

"Senior, is there really no way to leave here?" Zhao Shanhe asked unwillingly.

"I heard that some of the local indigenous people have successfully climbed out along the cliffs, but for us monks, this is almost impossible." Liu Peng shook his head and replied.

Zhao Shanhe refused to give up easily. He said firmly, "Senior, nothing is difficult in this world if one sets his mind to it. If the natives can do it, why can't we cultivators do it too?"

Liu Peng couldn't help but laugh at the young man in front of him, who was full of vigor and confidence. He thought to himself that he was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers! He kindly reminded him, "Young man, it's good to have ambitions, but you must know that the strange winds here are extremely fierce. Only when you have enough strength to contend with them can you talk about escape. In the center of this canyon grows a dragon scale fruit tree, which produces thirty fruits every year. Eating these dragon scale fruits can increase a person's strength. Each fruit can increase one's strength by 500 kilograms. If you can eat a thousand fruits, perhaps you can hope to climb up the cliff and leave here."

Zhao Shanhe felt more at ease after hearing this. As long as the dragon scale fruit tree glowed as he expected, there wouldn't be a problem. He found a stool, sat down, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and entered a state of ecstasy.

Seeing this, Liu Peng sneered. He thought Zhao Shanhe was unwilling to give up and wanted to break through the predicament through meditation. However, he had no idea that Zhao Shanhe was currently cultivating the secret manual he had obtained from the trial space in the Chaos Spirit Field!