Mythical Cultivation

"This...this guy actually ran away like that?" Wu Ming stared at the receding figure with wide eyes, his face filled with astonishment. He thought to himself: When I saw this guy appear, I had already started to think about what strategy to adopt, but who would have thought that he would turn around and run away without saying a word! Huang Hao, standing by, was equally confused, completely confused as to what the other party was up to.

At this moment, Elder Ding, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up. "Are you confused as to why he left so abruptly? The reason is simple. He's not stupid, nor is he reckless. Since even a secret weapon like a secret treasure couldn't defeat you, he must have known you had a trick up your sleeve. So, what was the point in him staying and fighting you? Was he really going to fight to the death? After all, there's no deep hatred between him and you. Therefore, no matter where or when, keeping alive is paramount. Only by staying alive can you have a future; if you die, everything will be for naught."

Although Huang Hao didn't fully understand these words, he kept them firmly in mind. As they watched the enemy retreat and vanish, Wu Ming and Huang Hao moved to where Mei Lingshuang and the other three were recuperating, recounting the battle's events and final outcome in detail. Hearing this, Mei Lingshuang and the others lamented the thrill of the fierce battle, while also feeling a deep sense of guilt for not having personally participated and fought alongside their teammates.

The five of them left the place as quickly as the wind. They searched everywhere and finally found an extremely secret and safe corner. Then they calmed down and began to recuperate. After all, they had just experienced a thrilling battle. Everyone was seriously injured and needed time and peace to recover.

This fierce battle had already attracted the close attention of numerous monks. In the brief moment that the five had left, several monks, like sharks scenting blood, had rushed to the scene. They gasped as they witnessed the horrific destruction that stretched for hundreds of feet, the lingering minefields and blazing fires, and the lingering flames. Faced with such a horrific scene, the monks knew they had no chance of gaining any advantage, so they hurriedly departed, refusing to linger.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another five days had passed. After this period of rest and recuperation, Wu Ming and the others had almost fully recovered from their injuries. They were now discussing where to go next to explore for some rare opportunities. Just as everyone was discussing this, a deafening roar suddenly erupted! Upon hearing the sound, several people immediately rushed out of the cave. Looking up, they saw a dense, surging energy filling the air like a surging tide, rapidly and frantically converging towards a specific area.

"Judging from the situation, I'm afraid the most important opportunity is about to appear!" Zhao Xiaohai said in a serious tone with a look of surprise on his face.

Yes! Calculating carefully, half of the month had already passed, leaving only six days until it was time to go out. And the cause of such a huge commotion at this moment must be the opening of the mysterious sect's ruins. Wu Ming expressed his innermost suspicions.

"Since this is the case, we must not be left behind by others and must rush over as soon as possible." Hou Tiancheng said anxiously.

However, at this moment, Huang Hao spoke up to remind everyone: "Everyone, listen to me. The many cultivators gathered here are almost all the best among the elite. Our current cultivation level is really far behind them. Therefore, we must be cautious in everything we do. If we encounter something we cannot handle, we must ensure our own safety first."

Then, Wu Ming also echoed Huang Hao's words and said: "What Huang Hao said is very true. We are still at the beginning of our cultivation journey, and there are still many years waiting for us to explore. There is really no need to fight for a few opportunities. Even if we continue to practice according to the rules, the achievements we can make in the future will not be limited to this. Therefore, I hope that everyone will not be blinded by a temporary opportunity!" His voice was steady and powerful, as if it contained a convincing power.

None of the people present were foolish; they understood the intricacies of this process, and they all committed it to memory. Once everything was ready, the five of them unhesitatingly steered their flying swords towards the gathering place of vital energy. Time passed quickly, and after about half an hour, they finally reached their destination.

At this moment, the area was already packed with thousands of monks. Looking around, aside from a few larger groups, most gathered in small groups, whispering quietly about this mysterious relic. After all, at this crucial moment, everyone was eager to seize this rare opportunity, so they wouldn't gather in large numbers like in the past. At most, they would work with a few trusted friends, and these people were undoubtedly very close.

However, larger groups of a dozen or even dozens of individuals are a different story. They are all descendants of various clans, holding special statuses. Sharing the same surname, they are often bound by blood, sharing weal and woe. Because of this, they inevitably unite closely, forming a formidable force. This collective strength perfectly reflects the unique advantages of clan monks.

After witnessing this scene, Wu Ming and the other five began searching for a suitable spot, then sat cross-legged and quietly waited. However, time ticked by, and their wait stretched on for hours. During this time, a steady stream of cultivators arrived, filling the area several miles in radius with a wide variety of cultivators. Each of them gazed intently at the mysterious ruins, eagerly anticipating what was about to unfold.

As everyone anxiously waited, a sudden, violent wind blew, and the surging vital energy gradually subsided. Then, a thick fog spread forward like a tide, enveloping the entire field of vision. At the same time, from the depths of the fog, a deafening roar echoed, as if a catastrophic event was brewing between heaven and earth. After about a cup of tea, the heart-pounding sound finally subsided. Once everything calmed down, everyone was surprised to discover that, before the misty air, a massive stone monument had suddenly risen!

This stone stele towers into the clouds, imposing and majestic. Engraved upon it are three ancient, powerful characters: "Shenmu Sect." Each character resembles a soaring dragon or a startled phoenix, the strokes crisscrossing and flowing, exuding a natural grandeur and majesty. Simply looking at these three characters conveys a sense of boundless vicissitudes and historical depth.