Mythical Cultivation

Listening to the heated discussion, Zhao Xiaohai's gaze slowly shifted to Huang Hao, who stood silently to the side. Zhao Xiaohai frowned slightly, his face filled with confusion and curiosity. He asked, "Huang Hao, in your opinion, can Elder Dongfang win this time?"

You know, among them, Huang Hao is the most advanced one, and he knows many secrets that others don't know. Because of this, Zhao Xiaohai placed his hopes on him, expecting to get a definite answer from him.

By this time, Huang Hao already knew the outcome of this battle. Just now, Elder Ding had quietly conveyed the key to the situation to him through the secret method of sound transmission. According to Elder Ding, while Elder Dongfang was formidable, he could only withstand three cultivators of equal cultivation at best. This was due to Elder Dongfang's profound cultivation and the magical weapons he possessed. To single-handedly defeat six formidable foes, Elder Dongfang would have to have reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core Realm, or possessed terrifying combat power worthy of a prodigy. However, it was clear that Elder Dongfang, in terms of both cultivation and combat power, was not capable of such a feat.

However, although Huang Hao's mind was as clear as a mirror, he did not intend to reveal all these words. After all, some things were far beyond his ability to fully understand. Even if he spoke out, he would probably find it difficult to justify himself and would only cause himself unnecessary trouble.

So, facing Zhao Xiaohai's expectant eyes, Huang Hao just shook his head lightly and said lightly: "This matter is hard to predict..." So he just said, "I think it's a bit difficult. Think about yourself, can you defeat six cultivators with similar cultivation levels by yourself, and you will understand."

After hearing this, several people began to put themselves into the current situation, but the result was chilling - they were horrified to find that if the current situation continued, there was only one way out before them: death! Did this mean that the powerful Eastern Elder was bound to lose?

However, just as everyone was worried, Huang Hao spoke again, "However, I do think that what Wu Ming said is not without reason. You know, Elder Dongfang is a highly respected elder of our Qingyun Sect, and he is also a senior cultivator who has practiced for hundreds of years. Someone with such rich experience and profound cultivation would definitely not risk his precious life so easily. So in my opinion, he must have some powerful tricks up his sleeve that he hasn't used yet. Otherwise, how could he dare to face the elders from the six major forces alone?"

Everyone pondered Huang Hao's words carefully and nodded in agreement. Indeed, no matter who they were, they would cherish their lives immensely and would never lightly undertake such a dangerous act. Furthermore, Elder Dongfang was a cultivator who had already reached the Golden Core stage. According to common sense, he should have a lifespan of at least five hundred years. With hundreds of years still to go, it was impossible for him to give up on himself and think he had lived long enough.

As the cultivators from the six major factions watched with ulterior motives, Zheng Shuguang's figure first appeared in everyone's sight. This scene instantly filled the Zheng family's disciples with ecstasy, and excitement involuntarily appeared on their faces. However, before they could fully express their joy, they saw the elders from the other major factions returning one after another.

"All disciples, prepare yourselves and follow me back to the sect!" Elder Dongfang stood there with a solemn expression, his gaze sweeping over each disciple present. Without further explanation, he simply waved his sleeve, and a massive flying boat appeared before everyone. The boat shimmered with a mysterious light, as if imbued with boundless power.

Seeing the flying boat appear, the disciples sprang into action, boarding in an orderly fashion. Hou Tiancheng, already inside the spirit boat, muttered to himself, "It seems like things are indeed as Wu Ming and Huang Hao predicted. Elder Dongfang has a backup plan. Although the exact outcome of the battle is still unclear, it's truly astonishing that all seven Golden Core Realm elders have returned unscathed."

Wu Ming, who was standing by, nodded with deep feeling upon hearing Hou Tiancheng's words. He sighed and said, "Yes, I don't know how intense the battle will be. It's a pity that our cultivation is still too low. We are not even qualified to watch this battle. What a pity."

Time flew by, and two days passed in a flash. Just as everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, they suddenly heard a loud voice from the front: "We have arrived at the sect. All disciples can return and hand over their tasks." The voice came from Elder Dongfang.

Wu Ming and the others followed suit, disembarking from the spirit boat one after another. After exchanging a glance, they decided to return to their respective quarters for a good rest. Once they had regained their strength, they would gather together to hand over their mission and share the rich harvest of their trip to the Qingmu Secret Realm.

The journey into the Shenmu Secret Realm finally came to a close, and Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The tension in his heart, which had been so tense for so long, finally relaxed. He recalled the entire month he had spent in the Shenmu Secret Realm, a time of constant vigilance, wary of the enemies who might emerge from the shadows at any moment. His nervous system was constantly on high alert, and even a brief rest proved insufficient to truly alleviate the exhaustion. However, now that everything was over, he could finally return to the sect and relax.

After his body and mind completely relaxed, Wu Ming slipped into a deep sleep. He didn't know how long it had been before he slowly awoke. He instinctively glanced up at the sky, only to find that the sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was gradually darkening. A closer look revealed that he had slept for a full three hours. Upon waking, Wu Ming felt refreshed, as if his entire body was filled with energy, and his mental state was higher than ever before. It was as if he had just taken a magical elixir.

At this moment, Wu Ming suddenly noticed the change in his own aura. After a quick look inward, he was surprised to find that his cultivation had improved again and had reached the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refining!