Immortals Step into Heaven

The moment the Black Fire Spider turned its head to dodge, Zheng Yuan knew his plan had failed. But he reacted extremely quickly. In that split second, he changed his strategy and smashed the North Sea Staff in his hand towards the Flowing Light Sword stuck in the Black Fire Spider's right eye.

This blow gathered all his strength. The golden light on the Beihai stick became even more dazzling, reflecting the light on the Liuguang sword, forming a gorgeous and deadly light and shadow.

The black fire spider struggled painfully on the ground, its massive body trembling violently as if in spasm, each struggle growing weaker. Its long legs kicked haphazardly, thumping against the ground with dull thuds, and the dust it kicked up gradually settled. After a moment, its movements ceased, and its single remaining eye lost its luster. It was no longer breathing, and the air around it seemed to grow quieter with its death.

Zheng Yuan's brow furrowed as he saw this, his eyes still filled with vigilance. He knew full well the terrifying power of a second-tier demonic beast. Even if the black fire spider seemed lifeless, it could still pose a deadly threat. So, he took a deep breath and concentrated on controlling the Flowing Light Sword.

The Flowing Light Sword slashed through the air in a sharp arc, slashing fiercely at the remaining half of the Black Fire Spider's head. With a "puff" sound, the Flowing Light Sword easily cut off the half of the head, and green liquid splashed all over the ground.

Zheng Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. As a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, he could not withstand the sudden attack of a second-level monster in this dangerous cave. Only by being cautious could he save his life.

Zheng Yuan calmly waved his hand. A flash of light appeared, and the massive demon beast's corpse slowly shrank, eventually being stowed away in his storage bag. After this, his gaze fell on the storage bags of several demon cultivators on the ground, presumably containing valuables. Zheng Yuan bent down, picked them up one by one, and carefully stored them. He then returned Xiao Hei to his spirit beast bag.

After finishing these, Zheng Yuan walked deeper into the cave. His steps were light, yet filled with an eagerness to explore. He inspected several secret rooms, but all he saw were shabby items, some rotten, others incomplete.

These items were worthless, which gradually cooled Zheng Yuan's originally expectant heart. He couldn't help but frown slightly, his heart full of regret and loss, just like a treasure hunter who opened the treasure chest with great expectations but only saw a pile of rubble.

Zheng Yuan stood quietly in this empty, mysterious and eerie cave, his eyes filled with a mixture of reluctance and curiosity. He was truly unwilling to give up. After all, he had come this far; if he returned empty-handed, the regret would surely haunt him. With this in mind, he slowly pulled the Beihai Staff from his storage bag.

Zheng Yuan held the Beihai stick in his hand and knocked carefully back and forth along the wall of each secret room. The knocking sound echoed in the silent cave, as if questioning the secrets hidden in this ancient building for many years.

He did not miss any place, and every knock was accompanied by anticipation, hoping to catch a hint of something different from the dull or crisp sound, to see if there was any other passage hidden behind this seemingly ordinary wall. Maybe behind that passage was a surprising opportunity.

As Zheng Yuan was focused on tapping the wall, in an inconspicuous corner, the Beihai stick in his hand touched the wall. The feedback he felt instantly alerted him to the fact that something was amiss with the wall. The sound was distinctly different from other sounds. It no longer had the dull, solid quality of a solid wall, but instead had a hollow quality, as if the wall itself contained an empty space, hiding something unknown.

Zheng Yuan's curiosity was immediately piqued. He stopped what he was doing, moved closer to the wall, put his ear against it, and tried to listen to the movement inside. He kept wondering in his heart, what could be inside?

Zheng Yuan circled the suspicious wall, searching the chamber, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single detail. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a round stone. The stone, embedded in the wall, seemed to blend in with the surrounding masonry, yet its unique shape seemed somewhat out of place. Zheng Yuan's heart stirred, and he cautiously reached out and pressed the stone.

The moment his fingers touched the stone, a series of "clicking" sounds came from the wall. The sound was very slight at first, but gradually became clearer and louder, as if some mechanism had been activated.

Immediately afterwards, a stone door slowly opened, accompanied by a slight cloud of dust, and a stale smell blew in the face.

Zheng Yuan looked up and saw a dark passage before him, like the gaping mouth of a giant beast, shrouded in mystery, making it impossible to discern what lay hidden within. Zheng Yuan's curiosity grew, and he decided to investigate.

Zheng Yuan unleashed a fireball! Instantly, a bright flame condensed in his palm. Then, with a flick of his arm, the fireball shot into the dark passage.

The fireball rushed into the passage with a whistling sound. The moment it touched the wall of the passage, a magical scene happened. The originally dim oil lamps in the passage seemed to have been summoned and were lit one by one. The dim light gradually spread out, illuminating the entire passage.

Zheng Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at every corner of the passage. After confirming that there were no obvious signs of danger, he felt relieved.

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath and slowly walked into the passage. The passage wasn't long, and after a few steps, he entered a room that looked like an alchemy room. In the center of the room stood a furnace. It looked quite old, and its surface was covered in various obscure runes, as if telling of its past as a place for refining elixirs.

There was a corpse lying on the ground not far from the alchemy furnace. The clothes on the corpse were already tattered. One could vaguely tell that the original style was quite extraordinary, but now it was covered with dust and traces of decay.

Zheng Yuan frowned. Although he felt a little confused and fearful, he couldn't help but walk closer to the corpse, wanting to check it out to see if he could find any clues or treasures from it.

In that split second as he leaned in closer, his eyes landing on the corpse, the air around him seemed to freeze, a silence so eerie it made one's heart tremble. Suddenly, without a single warning, a gray shadow, like a wild horse, rushed straight out from the already decayed corpse.