Mythical Cultivation

Then, he reached into the storage bag without hesitation, fumbled for a while, and finally grabbed a formation plate.

The formation plate seemed a little heavy in his hand, not because it was heavy, but because all his strength was exhausted in the battle.

He held the formation plate tightly in his hand, took a deep breath, and then used all his remaining strength to throw it out.

The array disk spun rapidly in the air, making a slight buzzing sound, as if responding to his call.

As the array plate landed on the ground, a faint light instantly spread out, like a layer of transparent gauze, covering him and the surrounding area of ​​dozens of feet, hiding them.

Wu Ming sat in the center of the formation, watching the light gradually become thicker, and his heart felt a little more at ease.

Although the power of this array is limited, it can at least temporarily conceal his figure, preventing the enemy from easily discovering his presence.

He didn't ask how long this formation could hold off the enemy. As long as it could sound an alarm when the enemy approached and buy him some time, that would be enough.

After setting up the formation, Wu Ming felt a wave of fatigue.

He struggled to reach into his storage bag again and fumbled for a while before finding two bottles of pills.

He opened one of the bottles and was greeted by a rich medicinal aroma that lifted his spirits. This bottle of elixir was specifically used to restore his true essence, and given his current condition, it was a lifesaver.

He didn't bother to check how many pills were left in the bottle. Without hesitation, he put the bottle mouth to his mouth and tilted his head back to drink it down. The pill melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed down his throat into his stomach and then quickly spread throughout his body.

Wu Ming could feel that his exhausted true energy was slowly recovering. Although the speed was very slow, he finally had a glimmer of hope.

The other bottle of pills contained medicinal powder for healing. Wu Ming opened it and gently sprinkled it on the deepest wounds on his body.

The moment the powder touched the wound, it seemed to ignite, quickly melting and seeping in. A sharp pain pierced the wound, but Wu Ming gritted his teeth and endured it, knowing it was the medicine taking effect.

After treating the wound, Wu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, calmed his mind, and then devoted himself to healing.

As time passed, the blood that had originally gathered into a trickle on the ground gradually stopped flowing and began to slowly solidify into dark red bloodstains.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ming finally woke up from his meditation to heal his injuries.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the flow of true energy in his body and the recovery of his injuries.

Although he was still far from fully recovered, he was much better than before. At least he could move around a little.

"I didn't expect that even at the level above the Golden Core, one couldn't achieve immortality and invincibility..."

Wu Ming stood up and looked at the corpses scattered around him, and let out a sigh.

He has been in the world of cultivation for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, he has experienced countless hardships and tasted all the ups and downs of life.

Now, he has finally stepped into the realm above the Golden Elixir. He thought he could become immortal and invincible from now on, but he didn't expect that the road ahead was still a fog.

Looking back on the past, all those relatives, fellow Taoists, and enemies who had accompanied him had fallen on his path of cultivation.

Some of them unfortunately died in battles with powerful enemies, some lost their way in the pursuit of higher realms, and some passed away because their lifespans were exhausted.

Now, he is the only one left, continuing on this long and lonely road.

He carried their wishes before they died and wanted to see what the final scenery on the road of cultivation would look like.

This time, the battle was because he had stepped into the realm that countless people dreamed of but never achieved.

Those Jindan realm cultivators who have practiced for hundreds of years but have no hope of breaking through to this realm are jealous of him.

So those people joined forces to plot a conspiracy and led him into a dangerous place in this cultivation world.

According to legend, this place was a place of opportunity thousands of years ago when the spiritual practice world had not yet declined. It is said that it contains the secret of ascending to the upper realm.

It was for this reason that he came here despite the danger, hoping to explore the legendary secret.

However, what he didn't expect was that this was actually an elaborate trap.

This underground palace has an extremely powerful suppressive effect on the strength of cultivators, especially the suppression of spiritual consciousness is more significant.

Although he has now reached a realm above the Golden Core, his spiritual consciousness can only extend a few dozen feet here, not to mention other people, whose spiritual consciousness can only extend a few feet out of the body.

However, these people obviously underestimated his true strength.

Even when facing the siege of dozens of cultivators who had reached the Perfect Golden Core Realm, he was still able to handle it with ease and killed them one by one.

In this fierce battle, all the enemies who had ill intentions towards him died.

After this battle, although he could not realize his wish of immortality, he was able to run rampant in the world without any rivals.

Knowing that this was a trap, after collecting the spoils of war from the enemies, he did not care about the bodies of these people, but took a resolute step and firmly left the underground palace.

"Where's Grandpa? And where are Huang Hao, Li Fei, and the others?

With Huang Hao's talent, plus the hidden means behind him, couldn't he have successfully reached this realm?"

Wu Ming's heart was full of questions and confusion.

Although his eyes lit up slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his star-like eyes, the faint smile reflected in that moment was more of contempt for the enemy and the joy of defeating them.

However, when he thought of his relatives and fellow Taoists who had once been close to him, the smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.

Wu Ming stood quietly on a desolate mountain top, gazing into the distance. The clouds and mist in the distance seemed to cover up the confusion and melancholy in his heart.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and the sigh seemed to come from the depths of his heart, echoing on the empty mountaintop.

He began to search his mind for memories of those people, but those figures became increasingly blurred, as if they had been washed away by the torrent of time and had lost their original appearance.

He only remembered that they all fell on his way to the pinnacle of cultivation, and in the end he was left alone.

These vague memories made Wu Ming feel heartbroken. Is this what he must experience on the path of cultivation?

He reviewed his life memories in his mind, from his birth to entering the sect, going through the foundation-building stage, the golden elixir stage, and now stepping into the realm above the golden elixir stage.