Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan, Little Fox, and Little Black stood back to back, forming an impenetrable defensive circle, fiercely resisting wave after wave of wolves' attacks. Zheng Yuan danced with his sword with impenetrable force, each swing creating a bloody mist. Little Fox's foxfire continued to spurt, and Little Black's wind blades continued to fire. Each attack by the wolves left a trail of carcasses, and the air was thick with the scent of blood. Soon, only the Wolf King remained on the battlefield, the sole early-stage second-level demon beast. He gazed at the two beasts and howled angrily to the heavens, his roar shaking the cave.

Zheng Yuan pulled the Flowing Light Sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon emitting a chilling cold light, from his storage bag. Instantly, the sword shone with a brilliant light, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, dazzling and dazzling. The light seemed to possess life, as if keenly sensing the fierce battle about to begin, leaping and dancing with excitement. The spiritual patterns meticulously engraved on the sword now shone like awakened spirits, gleaming with a subtle and profound light, seemingly constantly empowering Zheng Yuan with strength.

Xiao Hei's nimble and cunning eyes lit up as Zheng Yuan drew out the Flowing Light Sword, instantly perking up. He raised his head and unleashed a deafening roar, a roar like a surging wave, sweeping out with overwhelming force. The Wolf King was about to make a move, but the sudden roar left him dazed, stumbling, and spinning in circles, momentarily at a loss.

Seeing this golden opportunity, Zheng Yuan unhesitatingly focused all his attention, channeling his magical power and precisely controlling the Flowing Sword. Like a bolt of lightning, the Flowing Sword pierced the air, slicing through the air and slicing directly at the Wolf King's head. Wherever the blade passed, the air felt as if sliced ​​by a sharp blade, emitting a subtle hissing sound. Before the Wolf King could fully recover from his daze, the Flowing Sword mercilessly pierced his skull, sending his massive body crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust.

Zheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward, collecting the dozens of wolf carcasses one by one into his storage bag. Then, he looked toward the nearby cave, his gaze filled with anticipation and curiosity, and stepped inside. The cave was dimly lit, filled with an air of antiquity and mystery. Zheng Yuan moved forward cautiously, scanning the walls.

A moment later, deep within the cave, he finally discovered a ten-foot-long stone tablet. It stood there quietly, like an ancient sage, bearing the vicissitudes of time and countless secrets. Zheng Yuan approached the tablet and saw a sword technique engraved on it, titled "Xuanhuang Sword Technique."

Delighted, he quickly squatted down and carefully dug out the entire stone tablet. However, upon closer inspection, his brow furrowed slightly. It turned out that the sword technique was incomplete, consisting of only nine levels. According to the records, cultivation abruptly ceased at the late Jindan stage, with no further subsequent techniques. Zheng Yuan gazed at the stone tablet in his hand, lost in thought.

His fingers gently traced the inscriptions on the stone tablet, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and resentment. He wondered, this "Xuan Huang Sword Art" was a rare opportunity, so why was it incomplete? Could it be that the passage of time had eroded the subsequent techniques?

His gaze lingered on the end of the Ninefold Sword Technique, as if trying to discern some hidden secret through the cold stone. How could one break through to the sword techniques beyond the late Jindan stage? If this was all he had, wouldn't cultivation at this point lead to a stalemate? Zheng Yuan pondered, a sense of regret welling up within him.

Then, a glimmer of hope ignited in him. Perhaps these fragments were scattered elsewhere in the world, and if I carefully searched, I would eventually find clues. Or perhaps, there were other clues within this cave, but I hadn't discovered them yet. He looked around, but the dim cave walls seemed to conceal no clues.

He turned his head and fixed his gaze on the Xuanhuang Sword Technique. The shock in his heart was like a surging wave that took a long time to calm down.

365 A sword formation composed of magic weapons refined from spiritual objects of heaven and earth?

What a heaven-defying existence this is!

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably. Just imagining the sword formation taking shape made his scalp tingle, as if an invisible pressure was sweeping in from all directions.

If such a powerful Xuanhuang Sword Technique could truly be deployed in a complete sword formation, it might truly possess the power to destroy heaven and earth, enough to overturn the order of this world. A flicker of passion and desire flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by helplessness.

Unfortunately, the stone tablet only records the method for forming a sword formation composed of thirty-six swords. It's like giving people an infinitely beautiful vision, but it ends abruptly midway, leaving people with regret. But even just this sword formation of thirty-six swords must have extraordinary power. If one can fully comprehend it, perhaps they can gain a place in this world of immortal cultivation where the strong are respected, and take a solid first step towards exploring the complete sword formation.

He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind to make the most of these limited resources and live up to the Xuanhuang Sword Art. He just didn't know if he could find the spiritual objects to refine 36 flying swords. Zheng Yuan looked at the spiritual objects described on the stone tablet and shook his head repeatedly.

The hibiscus tree towers majestically, its height reaching the heavens, seemingly endless, swirling with a fiery, brilliant glow. This flame is no ordinary fire, but rather embodies the chaotic energy of the dawn of time. Burning fiercely, it seems like an eternal beacon of light and hope in the universe. This tree is the sacred roosting place of the Fire Crows. Every morning, flocks of Fire Crows flutter their wings and soar high, their shadows gilded by the rising sun. The sun's majestic radiance slowly rises from the branches of this hibiscus tree, illuminating all things and ushering in a new day.

The Jianmu tree stands proudly in the center of heaven and earth, like a giant pillar supporting the order and balance of the entire world.

It's more than just an ordinary tree; it's a magical bridge connecting heaven, earth, humanity, and the gods. Its trunk is so thick that it takes dozens of people to embrace it. Its bark shimmers with strange runes, seemingly revealing the hidden laws of nature. The tree is awash with blossoms, each blooming a tiny, independent world. Within that microcosm, mountains and rivers flow endlessly, birds and beasts thrive, and the ever-changing weather and weather unfold in a myriad of forms.

Each leaf is a unique world, and the life inside it interprets its own joys and sorrows, ups and downs, honors and disgraces.

The immortal tree exudes a mysterious and alluring aura. Its trunk is as solid and heavy as if cast from ancient bronze, its branches twist and turn, and its leaves shimmer with a faint emerald green light. The fruit on the tree resembles crystal-clear glass beads, yet it exudes a rich breath of life.