Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Zhu Zetian’s request is very reasonable and fair, not excessive at all.

Everyone nodded in agreement, but everyone knew that the first section of the journey was the safest.

Zhu Zetian made this request only after he had walked halfway.

Although everyone didn't say anything, they were secretly cursing him in their hearts, what an old fox.

Yunmiao Fairyland is built on an entire mountain range, with hills of different sizes, valleys, and small basins, and the topography is very complex.

A certain hilltop may be the former temple, and a certain valley may be the former place of practice for an elder.

There are restrictions in every important place. The more important the place, the more powerful the restrictions are and the wider the coverage. This is a good criterion for judgment.

After Zhu Zetian walked a thousand feet, the stone steps leading up the mountain disappeared.

What appeared before my eyes was a flat square, with a total area of ​​about two or three hundred feet.

The ground is paved with white jade. This is not a rare material, but ordinary white jade, which cannot be considered as a material for refining weapons.

This is the first square after entering the mountain gate. It is also located on the outskirts of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect and is not an important area.

This is usually where low-level disciples gather to watch ceremonies, and there are no restrictions on weekdays.

There were hundreds of corpses lying in the square, some with dismembered bodies, and some still intact.

There were still some magical weapons and spiritual artifacts scattered on the ground, but there were not many intact ones. Most of them were broken or had scars.

Judging from the attire of the monks on the ground, it was obvious that this was the result of a fight between the two factions.

One group wore green clothes, and the other wore black clothes. Judging from the situation along the way, those wearing green clothes were disciples of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect.

The Yunmiao Immortal Sect was once powerful, but in the world of immortal cultivation, there is no sect that has existed for tens of thousands of years.

Everything changes with time. The rise of one faction means the decline of another.

Chen Yunhao and others came here to hunt for treasures and explore mysteries, not to do archaeology. It doesn't matter who fights whom or who wins or loses. What matters are the various magical weapons and magic.

"My fellow Taoists, who will go first...?"

Zhu Zetian turned around and looked at the others with a smile.

"I think there's no need to fight over it, just draw lots..."

Deng Junjie chuckled.

This method is the fairest. You don’t have to blame the world or anything else. Just rely on your luck.

Deng Junjie found five blank jade slips, entered the relevant numbers into them, and then shuffled the order.

Five identical jade slips appeared in front of everyone. No one could use their spiritual sense, and it all depended on luck.

In order to show that he did not cheat, Deng Junjie took two steps back and said that he would take it last.

Chen Yunhao got the fourth-ranked jade slip, which was not good, but he didn't care.

Instead, it was Deng Junjie who got the jade slip last. He got the second jade slip.

The last one in line was Guo Yao, who looked very gloomy at the moment.

But everyone is fair. It doesn't really matter who goes first or last, because the further back you go, the more dangerous it is. This danger applies to everyone. It doesn't mean that whoever explores the way ahead will be in danger.

This time, Deng Junjie led the way, and everyone followed closely behind.

After the group of six quickly crossed the square, three roads appeared in front of them.

The three roads on the left, middle and right lead to three directions respectively.

The road on the left is shorter and you can see the end at a glance. Two miles away is a group of houses.

The houses were built at the foot of a low cliff. Judging from their appearance, they should be where low-level disciples lived.

The other two roads are a bit winding and you can't see the end at a glance.

At this fork in the road, no one knows which way to go.

"Look at me, it's useless. This is my first time here too...!"

Zhu Zetian saw everyone looking at him and spread his hands helplessly.

"That's not that difficult. I'll know once I go up and take a look..."

Guo Yao was a little anxious. He looked up and jumped up.

The others, including Chen Yunhao, remained silent, just watching Guo Yao fly up to a height of less than ten feet in the air before being cut down by a sword energy as fast as lightning.

With a crisp sound, Guo Yao fell back to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"What bad luck! I didn't expect there's a forbidden flying formation here!"

Guo Yao's face looked a little ugly, and he cursed.

The corner of Chen Yunhao's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to do so.

This is what is called "even the wisest man can make mistakes". Guo Yao is also an old fox who has practiced for more than a thousand years. In this secret realm, there are usually no-fly restrictions.

I don’t know what Guo Yao was thinking, he flew up alone rashly.

Fortunately, this anti-air formation has been in ruins after countless years and its power has been greatly reduced.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Guo Yao to escape unscathed.

"I think there's no need to go to the place on the left. There must be no valuable treasures there. Only the middle road corresponds to the direction of the mountain. Let's choose the middle one...!"

Zhuge En didn't say much, but his tone was firm and tolerant of rebuttal.

"Alright, let's follow Fellow Daoist Zhuge's advice!"

Zhu Zetian nodded.

"agree……!"

Everyone agreed, saying that there was no choice and it would be the same no matter which one they chose.

Since there is a no-fly zone, we should just move forward step by step honestly.

I don't even dare to use the Divine Steps here. The space of Yunmiao Fairyland is terribly fragile. There are space cracks everywhere from the moment I entered until now.

If you walk a little faster, you might bump into the space crack. I can't say there's no coming back, but at least you're bound to get injured.

Once you get injured in this space, your strength will inevitably decrease, you will die faster, and no one will lend a hand.

So everyone was very careful, especially Deng Junjie who was walking in the front.

At this time, Deng Junjie had already put away his smiling face and looked serious for the first time.

In front of Deng Junjie, there was a small bird the size of a palm flying up and down, about ten feet away from him.

This is a spiritual pet raised by Deng Junjie, a fourth-level demon bird.

This demon bird is not a combat-assistant pet, but it has sharp senses and agile movements.

Even if a space crack suddenly appears, it can avoid it in the first place.

This served as a reminder to Deng Junjie and others who were following behind, allowing them to foresee any hidden dangers ahead.

This move is much more clever than Zhu Zetian's and saves a lot of trouble.

Now the six of them were walking on a small path, no more than ten feet wide, with a dense forest in front of them.

Just in front of the dense forest, the small demon bird stopped, turned around and chirped some incomprehensible bird language to Deng Junjie.

"Everyone, my spirit pet told me there's danger in the dense forest ahead, and it doesn't dare go in. Do you think we should just go in or take another route?"

Deng Junjie touched the bird that landed on his shoulder.

After hearing this, Chen Yunhao slowly released his spiritual sense, only to feel that there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking his spiritual sense outside the dense forest.