Mythical Cultivation

Some cultivators made a series of hand seals, and streaks of brilliant spiritual light streaked across the sky like shooting stars, crashing into the restrictions outside the cave.

Some cultivators also used special barrier-breaking beads to attack the barriers outside their caves.

Other cultivators, relying on their superior strength, unleashed their various magical artifacts to attack the restrictions outside the cave.

Meanwhile, the array masters took out the prepared array plates and set up various array formations to break the restrictions outside the cave.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the cave that had long been a source of helplessness for many cultivators finally broke its silence.

The once indestructible barrier began to tremble slightly, emitting a faint but noticeable fluctuation.

However, this was only the beginning. As time passed, the attacks became more and more fierce, and the cave's restrictions reacted more and more violently.

This continued for three or four hours until all the cultivators who had attacked the cave's restrictions were exhausted.

Suddenly, a deafening roar resounded throughout the entire space!

With this loud bang, the restrictions outside the cave shattered instantly like a broken mirror, turning into starlight and dissipating into nothingness.

When the dust settled, a magnificent cave dwelling was revealed to everyone.

Its sheer size and grandeur far exceeded the imagination of anyone present, even those well-informed cultivators were awestruck.

Upon seeing the cave dwelling open, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of all the cultivators present.

However, instead of rushing headless towards the cave, they all turned their attention to the leader of their respective factions.

The leaders of the various factions either nodded slightly or gestured with their eyes, indicating that they could enter.

Once the cultivators received clear instructions, they rushed towards the open cave entrance like arrows released from a bow.

It should be noted that these cultivators are not solitary, independent practitioners, but belong to various sects and families.

For this reason, they are naturally not as lacking in organization and discipline as those independent cultivators who are detached from the major powers.

Once they discover something good, they rush to it without a second thought.

Such behavior not only harms the collective interest, but may also trigger internal conflicts or even clashes.

Moreover, they all knew very well that if anyone dared to rush into the cave first, he would inevitably become the target of the other cultivators, which would be a loss for them.

However, just as the cultivators from various factions, led by their leaders, were about to enter the cave, a sudden and dramatic change occurred.

A deafening sound suddenly rang in the ears of all the cultivators.

"You have all done a great job, I am very satisfied!"

Considering how hard you've worked to open this cave, I will give you a chance.

"If you willingly submit to my command, then I may show leniency and spare your lives."

As the deep, magnetic voice spoke, a figure as dark as ink suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, like an unshakeable mountain, blocking everyone's way.

This person is tall and slender, with thick, purplish-red hair that falls freely over his shoulders, seemingly blending into the mountain breeze, exuding an untamed charm with each gentle sway.

He was dressed in a dark black robe, which was not made of ordinary fabric, but woven from a special material that shimmered with a mysterious light.

What's even more eye-catching is that the garment is intricately embroidered with lifelike skull patterns, all in a dark gold color.

Whenever the mountain wind blows, the clothes flutter, and the skull on the clothes seems to come alive, baring its teeth and claws as it mocks everyone in the room.

As soon as he finished speaking, his deep, ocean-like eyes began to slowly scan the entire room.

Wherever it passed, everyone felt an overwhelming and irresistible pressure descend upon them, as suffocating as Mount Tai crushing an egg.

Those cultivators who had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage were particularly overwhelmed, their legs buckled, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to support their weight.

At the same time, streaks of bright red blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, and their previously steady breathing became extremely weak, as if they had suffered a severe blow.

Perhaps most of the cultivators present did not know what had happened, but some experienced and knowledgeable people understood what this matter meant.

For example, the two deputy pavilion masters of Tingfeng Pavilion who were at the Pseudo-Core Realm, several elderly elders of Biluo Sword Sect; and Chu Nan and Pan Ning.

To stand in mid-air without relying on any magical artifacts, one must at least possess the cultivation level of the Pseudo-Core Formation.

However, the person in front of me appeared unusually calm, as if this behavior was as natural as breathing.

What made them even more desperate was that this person, with just a glance, instantly made many cultivators in the Qi Refining stage in the arena become listless, barely breathing, and even severely injured.

As for those cultivators who have already entered the Foundation Establishment stage, although they have not suffered any substantial injuries, they still find it difficult to move forward, as if they are stuck in a quagmire and cannot extricate themselves.

Upon seeing this scene, the group was shocked and their faces showed deep fear. Their hearts were filled with an indescribable despair.

Oh no... this person is actually a Golden Core cultivator?

The terrifying thought flashed through their minds, sending a shiver down their spines.

Although Wu Ming didn't know who this suddenly appeared was or how high his cultivation level was.

But he could clearly feel an invisible yet powerful pressure emanating from the mysterious figure and sweeping towards him like a tidal wave.

At the same time, this was combined with the astonished expressions on the faces of Chu Nan and Pan Ning, who were standing next to him.

Wu Ming had already roughly guessed that this uninvited guest was probably no ordinary person, and his cultivation level was very likely to pose a fatal threat to everyone!

Just as Wu Ming was pondering how things might unfold next and when Elder Fang's hidden hand would act.

A respectful voice reached his ears.

"Greetings, senior."

How should we address you, senior? Where do you reside in this blessed land?

"My name is Qin Ming, and I have been appointed as the Vice Pavilion Master of Tingfeng Pavilion. I wonder if you, senior, are acquainted with our Pavilion Master?"

The speaker turned out to be the elderly man at the very front of the Listening Wind Pavilion's camp—Qin Ming.