Mythical Cultivation

"Shenmu Sect? Could this be the name of the legendary super sect in the past? It is really hard to imagine what kind of earth-shaking glory this sect had in the past, and why it disappeared like a meteor in the long torrent of history." Wu Ming couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

At the same time, Huang Hao also asked Old Ding in his heart: "Old Ding, do you know about the Shenmu Sect?" After all, Huang Hao knew very well that Old Ding was a man who came from ancient times, so he asked this question.

Elder Ding slowly spoke, "Shenmu Sect... well, I seem to have some impression of it. Back then, this sect was the absolute ruler of the entire state, its might far surpassing even the Qingyun Sect of today. Back then, cultivators in the Qi Refining stage were merely considered preparatory disciples; only those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage could become outer disciples. As for inner disciples, they must possess a high level of mana cultivation to qualify. Without cultivating mana, they were unqualified to be considered true disciples of the sect. Only by cultivating mana could one be considered to have truly entered the path of cultivation."

Back then, the Shenmu Sect was unrivaled in Qingzhou, reaching its peak of prosperity. Sadly, however, it later suffered the horrific calamity of the Heavenly Collapse, ultimately leading to the sect's demise and the deaths of its members. "Alas, the so-called Heavenly Collapse is truly a destiny beyond human control!" Elder Ding couldn't help but sigh with endless emotion as he reminisced. His tone was filled with reluctance and desolation.

Huang Hao listened intently to Mr. Ding's deep yet profound words, trying to grasp every possible clue and key piece of information between the lines. His sharp mind, like a sophisticated filter, carefully sifted and analyzed every word Mr. Ding said.

When Huang Hao heard the unfamiliar place name "Qingzhou", a mysterious and distant land instantly emerged in his mind; the subsequent mention of the "magic realm" made his heart tremble, as if a door to an unknown world was slowly opening; and the "Tianqing incident" was like a blockbuster bomb, causing huge waves in his calm heart.

These unprecedented concepts and terms presented Huang Hao with a series of puzzles, making him itch to question Elder Ding immediately. However, when he noticed Elder Ding's tone, which was full of vicissitudes and loneliness, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe. He knew that this was not the right time to ask questions. Moreover, the mysterious ruins before him exuded an alluring aura, attracting everyone eager to explore.

Just as everyone stood up, rubbing their hands in anticipation of entering the misty area, an unexpected scene occurred. A portion of the dense fog spontaneously condensed into a wide portal, its shape regular, clearly a purpose-built entrance. The monks, witnessing this scene, were overwhelmed with excitement and without hesitation, stepped towards the portal. In a flash, each monk passed through the misty gate and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wu Ming and the others looked at each other, speculating secretly. They concluded that this was most likely caused by some kind of magical formation.

"In my opinion, this must be the legendary Void Illusion Formation! It's a powerful illusion formation, primarily designed to confuse lesser cultivators, demonic beasts, and ordinary people. I never imagined such an ancient and rare formation would still exist. If anyone doesn't follow the path indicated by the portal, they'll be thrown out!" Elder Ding's words echoed in Huang Hao's mind. Huang Hao naturally didn't consider entering from any other source, and immediately acknowledged his understanding.

Although Huang Hao had no intention of trying to break in from other ways, some monks were still eager to try and explore whether there was another entrance. In a flash, several monks could not wait to rush into the area filled with thick fog on one side.

But after just a few breaths, a horrifying scene appeared - one cold corpse after another was ruthlessly thrown out from the mist! This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, severely striking the hearts of those monks who had originally held the same idea, leaving them terrified and dumbfounded.

From that moment on, everyone was terrified, no longer daring to hope for the best, and they all walked through the main gate honestly and obediently. Wu Ming and the others were no exception, and they joined the bustling crowd as they entered this mysterious place.

The moment they stepped through the door, Wu Ming and his companions seemed to have traveled through time and space and found themselves in a completely different and strange world.

Along with many other monks, they suddenly appeared at the foot of a towering peak that reached the sky. Just how high was this peak? It was simply incalculable! Gazing upward, they saw snow-white clouds swirling around the mountainside like a veil, like a giant white ribbon, completely obscuring the upper half of the mountain.

The mountain's vastness is even more remarkable than one could imagine, like a boundless, immense wall stretching between heaven and earth, a majestic spectacle. The mountain is dotted with jagged rocks of varying shapes, some resembling ferocious beasts, others like graceful fairies. Dotted among them are numerous tall, upright, ancient trees, lush and leafy. Even more striking is the faint presence of numerous houses halfway up the mountain, built against the slope. Unfortunately, due to the distance, only a vague outline can be discerned, preventing a clear view of their details.

Yet, before them, a vast stone staircase, approximately three meters wide, suddenly appeared. Like a winding dragon, it stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the summit, seemingly endless. The monks who had arrived earlier had already begun climbing the stone steps, with those who had advanced further already having climbed hundreds of steps.

"I guess this must be the Shenmu Sect. It is indeed worthy of being a super sect in ancient times. The mountain gate is much more magnificent than our Qingyun Sect." Zhao Xiaohai said bluntly.

"It's enough for you to know it yourself, there's no need to say it out. Just be more careful when you go out." Mei Lingshuang rarely spoke.

When Zhao Xiaohai heard Mei Lingshuang's words, his face turned red. He just said it casually, but he didn't expect Mei Lingshuang to speak.

"I know. I just said it casually. I will pay attention to it next time." Zhao Xiaohai said.

"Let's start too. Others have already reached more than a hundred steps, and we can't fall too far behind." Wu Ming said.

After hearing this, several people began their journey to climb the stone steps.