Mythical Cultivation

Only then did he feel the difference of the quicksand when he landed on the ground. The quicksand here not only sank everything on the ground into the sand, but he also felt an attraction that was difficult for him to resist. Even if he didn't step on the quicksand, he felt his body become heavy, as if there was an attraction pulling him into the sand.

However, Wu Ming did not have time to think about these things. He could only strengthen the defense of the basalt shield, because the sandstorm brought by the tornado was too strong. It hit the basalt shield with crackling sounds, causing the shield to tremble. Although it could not break the defense of the basalt shield, his true energy was constantly lost. If it continued, he would probably die of exhaustion of true energy.

Fortunately, Wu Ming had a lot of recovery pills in his storage bag, so it would be no problem even if he had to hold on for several days and nights. He just needed to find the center of the formation and break it within that time.

However, as the wind and sand grew stronger, and the pull of the quicksand beneath his feet became increasingly terrifying, Wu Ming's previous thoughts were shattered. His true energy was being lost at an increasing rate, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to control his direction. He knew that if this continued, not only would he not be able to find the center of the formation, but he would also be in danger of losing himself.

He didn't believe such a large formation, filled with storms and quicksand, could survive. He decided to break out of this area and see if other places would be better. Wu Ming stepped onto the Golden Light Sword with difficulty, gathering his true energy and charging towards the sky.

However, he didn't know that the storm became more violent as he went higher in the sky. Wu Ming eventually lost his direction and was sucked into the tornado by a huge suction force.

Wu Ming was trapped in a tornado, the whistling wind in his ears and the flying sand and rocks before his eyes. He clutched the Golden Light Sword tightly, his body swaying in the wind. Despite the harsh environment, his eyes were determined, and he tried hard to find the key to the formation in the chaos.

The tornado was gloomy. Wu Ming narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the movements around him. Suddenly, he noticed a strange light in the eye of the storm, and he was delighted. In this dark storm, there was actually a little light. Could this mean that this was the center of the formation?

Wu Ming gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength, and struggled forward toward the faint light. He battled the fierce wind, while countless yellow sands, like a group of ferocious beasts, madly attacked the shield around him. Wu Ming could clearly feel that the protective shield formed by the basalt shield was gradually becoming fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment.

This was undoubtedly disastrous news. After countless hardships, they had finally found a glimmer of hope, but was this the last straw? An unyielding fire ignited within Wu Ming; he would never give up so easily! So, he resolutely increased the intensity of his Zhen Yuan infusion into the Xuanwu Shield, doing his utmost to maintain its defensive capabilities.

In fact, the ferocity and power of this sandstorm were not without reason. After all, few cultivators could survive such a harsh environment, let alone those in the Qi Refining stage. Therefore, it was not surprising that the key object suspected to be the core of the formation appeared in the core area of ​​this sandstorm.

As he slowly moved towards the light, Wu Ming didn't dare to stop for a moment. He kept stuffing Qi-restoring pills into his mouth to ensure that his true energy was constantly replenished and avoid falling into a desperate situation due to the exhaustion of his true energy.

Because the sandstorm's harsh environment made it difficult for Wu Ming to reach a place that normally could be reached in a few breaths! Several hours passed, and the distance between him and the light spot was only shortened by half, but the journey ahead was even more difficult.

As they gradually deepened into the heart of the sandstorm, the wind and sand became more violent, even exceeding the ferocity of an attack from a top-tier Qi Refining cultivator! Wu Ming, fully aware of his precarious situation, unhesitatingly summoned the Mountain and River Inkstone, suspending it high above his head. As a result, the wind and sand within a three-inch radius lessened in intensity and slowed down. He exerted all his might to confine this small three-inch space, mitigating the impact of the wind and sand on the basalt shield and thus slowing the shield's energy consumption.

Not only that, Wu Ming also used the White Cloud Banner at the same time to activate double protection, which enabled his own defense to barely withstand the invasion and harassment of wind and sand.

After a long wait, several hours later, the Black Tortoise Shield could no longer withstand the pressure and finally broke. This shield had served Wu Ming for a long time, but now it had to be relegated to the background and carefully stored in his storage bag. At this moment, Wu Ming could only rely on the White Cloud Banner and the defensive talismans he occasionally released to protect himself.

Fortunately, the center of the formation wasn't far away. Wu Mingqiang, straining his exhausted spirit, wielded his golden sword and fiercely struck the shimmering stone three meters away. The sword bravely advanced through the wind and sand, finally striking the stone. With a soft "pop," the shimmering light on the stone's surface was severed, revealing the mysterious stone's true form.

Then, the golden sword flashed with dazzling light, delivering the mysterious stone to Wu Ming's hands. Wu Ming took a closer look and was shocked. This was not just an ordinary stone! It was clearly a token exuding an ancient aura!

The token's surface was as smooth as a mirror, emanating a faint, profound aura. One side was engraved with an exquisite pattern, depicting a strange, unprecedented demonic beast, its lifelike expression seemingly poised to burst forth from the token. On the other side, two ancient characters, unlike anything Wu Ming had ever seen, were inscribed. These characters, like a playful dragon and a phoenix, exuded a profound aura, each stroke imbued with weighty power, evoking an inexplicable solemnity.

Just by observing the token, one could tell it was no ordinary object, but now was not the time to study it. Wu Ming carefully placed the token in his storage bag. At that moment, he keenly sensed a subtle shift in the raging sandstorm around him. Within a dozen breaths, the wind in the sky gradually subsided, and the quicksand on the ground slowly ceased its movement, eventually returning to calm, revealing the scene just as it had been before Wu Ming entered the formation.

Wu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had successfully found the key to the formation and cracked the complex system. Filled with exhaustion and a sense of accomplishment, he slowly descended from the air, his feet firmly planted on the solid ground. Though his body was a little exhausted, his heart was filled with joy and pride. With his wisdom and courage, he had overcome numerous difficulties and completed a difficult task.