Immortals Step into Heaven

After many attempts, the cultivators gradually mastered the patterns of the nodes. Huo Yunzi of the Demon Fire Sect concentrated his magic power and launched an attack the moment a node appeared, tearing a small hole in the light curtain. The elders of the Corpse Refining Sect directed the remaining zombie puppets to rush towards the hole, attempting to expand it. The cultivators of the four sects of the Cloud Mist Nation then used their skills to file out with the treasures they had seized.

But just as most had escaped, the light curtain suddenly began to surge and threatened to close. A few disciples from the Corpse Refining Sect and the Demonic Fire Sect were still trapped. The cultivators from the four Yunlan sects faced a decision: should they seize the opportunity to escape the danger completely, or risk their lives to rescue them? Ultimately, Liu Shi decided to lead a group of cultivators back and, together with those inside, prop up the light curtain, allowing everyone to escape.

Zheng Yuan slowly opened his eyes, concluding several days of secluded cultivation. He knew it was not advisable to remain here for long. In this place where so many cultivators gathered, every moment he stayed increased the danger. After all, he was carrying a secret. If those with ulterior motives discovered his retreat, he might be mistaken for someone who had obtained a treasure, leading to disputes and scrambles.

"I need to reunite with Senior Sister Zhang and the others as soon as possible," Zheng Yuan muttered to himself. He knew that the Yunlong Sect had many Foundation Establishment cultivators, but most of them were probably immersed in treasure hunting right now. As long as he acted cautiously and avoided those powerful auras, he should be able to reunite with Senior Sister Zhang safely. However, the journey was bound to be filled with unknowns and dangers, so he had to be extremely alert.

Zheng Yuan stood up and straightened his clothes. His mind drifted to the wooden sign he'd left at the Yunlong Sect's main gate. He wondered if anyone had discovered it. If his senior sister saw it, that would be great, but if someone with ulterior motives noticed, it could lead to unnecessary trouble. His brow furrowed slightly, filled with worry. But now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to forge ahead. He took a deep breath and cautiously stepped out of his retreat.

The sky in front of the Yunlong Sect's main gate was gloomy, like a heavy sheet of lead, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. Hundreds of Qi Refining cultivators, like ants on a hot pot, gathered nervously in the open space several miles from the gate, their clothes rustling in the cold wind.

A thin-faced cultivator with sword-like eyebrows, his eyes shone with cunning and unease, was the first to break the suffocating silence. His lips trembled slightly, and he raised his voice with forced composure: "Charge out? How easy is that?" As he spoke, his hands, as if possessing a consciousness of their own, unconsciously clenched the magic formula in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He kept muttering to himself that this magic formula was as ridiculous as a child's toy in front of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Our Qi-training spells are mere trifles in the eyes of Foundation Establishment cultivators. I was fortunate enough to witness a Foundation Establishment veteran casting a spell from afar during a training exercise. He looked up as he spoke, a look of awe and terror in his eyes. The shocking scene washed over me like a surging tide. Spiritual energy surged through him, and with a casual wave of his sleeve, a howling wind rose, sweeping up sand and rocks like a surging wave. Wherever he passed, it felt as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was breaking apart, and doomsday was approaching.

With our limited abilities, if we rush out rashly, we might not even survive a single round. He shook his head slightly, his body subconsciously shrinking back, as if the terrifying force, wrapped in the breath of death, was already rushing towards him. He thought to himself, I have endured countless days and nights for years to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage. How can I give up so easily and perish in such a reckless act? I still cherish the dream of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Stage. I don't want to lose my life in such a muddled way.

The tall, burly monk next to him sighed heavily, as if his spine had been torn out. His shoulders slumped, and he seemed a little listless. He replied in a muffled voice, "Who says it's not?" He raised his thick palm and scratched his head irritably, his mind a tangle. Leaving would mean a near-death experience, and staying would also be a hopeless situation. What was he supposed to do?

But now we're trapped here, like a turtle in a jar, and sooner or later we'll die. Leaving, while extremely risky, still offers a glimmer of hope. But the risk is truly unsettling. He paced restlessly as he spoke, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. He couldn't help but imagine the expectant eyes of his family, wondering what would become of them if anything happened to him. The thought of all his years of hard work going to waste, with his family eagerly awaiting his return, filled him with the feeling of being gnawed by millions of ants. He paused, his gaze fixed in the distance, as if he could already see the disappointed faces of his family. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks. He felt the shadow of death looming closer than ever.

A graceful nun, dressed in plain clothes, stood out from the crowd. She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "I'm scared, I'm really scared." Her hands clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, leaving faint traces of her fingertips on the fabric. Her heart was in turmoil, terrified of running out and meeting an unexpected hazard, yet unwilling to sit here and wait for death.

But I really didn't want to be trapped like this. She raised her head slightly, her eyes slowly searching everyone's faces, with a hint of hope and helplessness in her eyes, silently praying in her heart that someone could come up with a good solution, so that everyone could work together to get out of this predicament.

With so many of us, can't we pool our wisdom and come up with a comprehensive plan? We can't just sit there and wait for death out of fear. I've been thinking about how great it would be if we could have a powerful master to lead us, or if we could stumble upon a loophole in the defenses of the Foundation Establishment cultivators. Even if there's only a glimmer of hope, it's worth a try. She sighed softly, a strand of hair drifting across her face in the wind, making her look even more pitiful.

Zheng Yuan stepped into the area and was instantly stunned by the scene before him. His eyes were filled with shock, his mouth slightly open, as if on the verge of saying something, but the sheer scale of the scene stopped him. He thought to himself, "How could a simple, impulsive action of mine cause such a stir?" He slowly scanned the area, seeing a bustling crowd of over a hundred people, their noisy chatter and anxious cries mingling in a cacophony of voices. A complex expression crossed his face: surprise, confusion, and, above all, a sense of helplessness at this unexpected situation.

Zheng Yuan stood there, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.