Mythical Cultivation

It seems this withered skeleton is the owner of this cave, and the map was lost from him. The map had weathered the vicissitudes of time, passed through countless hands and stories, and finally landed in the hands of these few people. Originally, this should have been a destined opportunity for them, a chance to change their fate and soar to the sky.

However, fate is unpredictable. Perhaps by fate, or perhaps simply by coincidence, these individuals encountered Wu Ming. In their confrontation with Wu Ming, they were defeated and ultimately lost this opportunity.

Sometimes, life is full of drama and uncertainty. As the saying goes, "Time and fate determine everything." Some things may seem to belong to us, but in reality, they are only fleeting; while other opportunities require hard work and struggle to truly be achieved. In this farce of scrambling for opportunity, Wu Ming is the clear winner, while others can only leave in despair, lamenting the unfairness of fate.

Out of caution, Wu Ming did not move forward, but instead controlled the Golden Light Sword to approach the skeleton and took the storage bag from his waist. However, the Golden Light Sword did not trigger any traps, which seemed to indicate that Wu Ming was being too cautious.

Wu Ming, feeling relieved, also walked forward and bowed to the dry bones, as if he was accepting a gift from his ancestors.

Just as Wu Ming lowered his head, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the previously motionless bones and pierced directly into Wu Ming's body, causing him to tremble. Then, the place returned to calm. However, the basalt shield's defense showed no reaction.

"Hahaha, after decades, someone finally came! If no one else comes here, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer..."

Accompanied by a deep, hoarse laugh, the old voice, as if traversing endless time and space, faintly emerged from Wu Ming's body. This sudden sound startled Wu Ming. He stared around with wide eyes, but could not determine the exact source of the sound.

"Who are you? Why are you in my body?" Wu Mingqiang suppressed his inner fear and asked loudly.

However, the mysterious voice did not immediately answer his question, but only uttered a sinister and terrifying sneer: "Hehehe... Boy, don't panic. How could I occupy your body for no reason? Do you remember the storage bag you just got? That is the reward I gave you!"

Hearing this, Wu Ming suddenly realized something. It turned out that the mysterious storage bag he'd found in the cave earlier was inextricably linked to everything that was happening. And the owner of that voice must have been the corpse before him, now reduced to dry bones.

Wu Ming stared at the bones before him, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. He had initially thought this would be just an ordinary adventure, but he hadn't expected it to lead to something so bizarre and strange. Faced with this unknown situation, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I have always been careful and cautious, and I thought I could avoid any danger and traps, but I never expected that I would fall into the trap carefully designed by the enemy in the end!

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this must be the legendary "body possession" technique! He had heard countless stories about this strange and evil method, but he never thought that he would experience it himself one day.

The so-called possession of another's body is an extremely evil spell that allows the caster to invade another's body and control their consciousness and soul. Now it seems that he has become the target of the withered skeleton in front of him.

Suddenly, a mysterious and dark light flashed by. Then, the person who made the sound instantly passed through the spatial barrier and entered the depths of Wu Ming's consciousness—the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

As he entered this realm, he was met with a startling sight: within Wu Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, only a thin, fragile wisp of consciousness drifted, like a candle in the wind, poised to go out at any moment. This consciousness seemed so feeble, and the surroundings were filled with an atmosphere of silence and emptiness.

To the old man, this sea of ​​consciousness was small and weak, no different from the difference between a puddle and a pond when he was alive. Because he was at the middle stage of foundation building, the strength and range of his spiritual consciousness were far greater than Wu Ming's.

Wu Ming's current spiritual awareness range is only a little over ninety meters, which is already very high compared to his sixth-level Qi Refining cultivation. However, the old man was a cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, with a spiritual awareness range of a thousand meters, ten times that of Wu Ming. Not to mention that the spiritual awareness strength of a Qi Refining cultivator compared to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is like the difference between an egg and a stone.

But the old man wasn't picky. Over sixty years had passed since he'd revealed the treasure map before his death. His remaining soul had been trapped in this place, constantly consuming it for over sixty years, and now it had lost most of its power. However, he was still confident he could handle a Qi Refining Stage junior.

The old man's residual soul attacked Wu Ming's weak soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. As long as he devoured Wu Ming's soul, it would be equivalent to occupying this body. After a few years of recuperation, he would be able to adapt to it, and then spend a few years to improve his cultivation, and then he could avenge his death.

Wu Ming felt a powerful aura surge into his mind. He looked closely and discovered that the remnant soul of an old man was floating above his sea of ​​consciousness! This sudden change shocked Wu Ming, but he quickly recovered and tried to attack the mysterious old man with his pitifully weak spiritual power.

However, no matter how hard Wu Ming tried, his attacks were ineffective. The old man's spirit remained like an impenetrable fortress, standing firm and unaffected. Seeing his efforts in vain, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

He never imagined that after going through so many hardships and dangers, he would fail at the last moment of his treasure hunt. Was everything going to be in vain? He refused to accept this! Wu Ming gritted his teeth, desperately trying to break free from his predicament, but reality struck him again and again, and his attacks were ineffective against the old man.

At this moment, Wu Ming felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and confusion. Was this life over? He wondered if there would be another life, or if he could return to his original world.

"Don't waste your energy. Your limited spiritual awareness will have no effect on me. Give up resistance. When I succeed, I will show you the view of the top of this world on your behalf and fulfill your wish..."

The old man's constant verbal attacks on Wu Ming's confidence, coupled with his attacks having no effect, made him increasingly desperate and gradually lost the will to resist, unaware that this was all part of the old man's plan.