Practice begins with immortality

Wang Bai consumed a thousand years of his life to perform this move. He clenched his fist tightly, emitting a harsh sound like metal rubbing against metal. His fist was wrapped in lightning and fire, emitting a destructive aura. At the same time, the world around him underwent tremendous changes, with wind and thunder surging in a majestic and powerful atmosphere.

In the transition zone between the inner and outer reaches of the ruins, a fierce battle had just concluded. The victors were recovering from their injuries and recovering their mana, while they seized all the belongings of the losers. As the other monks busily collected the spoils, one of them suddenly shouted, "Look! What's that?!" Everyone looked up to see a thunderstorm appear on the horizon, as if a powerful force was gathering. And Wang Bai was at the center of it.

"Hurry and pack your things! There are powerful warriors fighting. We must leave here immediately, or the consequences will be disastrous!" The leading cultivator reacted quickly and shouted anxiously to everyone. The others did not dare to delay and immediately transformed into streaks of light and hurried away.

There was a loud bang as Wang Bo threw a punch. If the pupil had any intelligence, it would have felt like the sky was falling.

The powerful punch pounded every inch of Shutong's flesh, its incomparable lethality strangling the life force within. The impact radiated outward, causing the entire ruins to shake violently.

After three breaths, most of Shutong's body was beaten into pieces, except for the core, which was the vertical limit. Wang Bai deliberately preserved it.

Driven by its core survival instinct, it grew four legs for mobility in an attempt to escape. But in front of Wang Bai, how could it possibly have a chance to escape?

Wang Bai flew to the location of the core in an instant, picked up the half-human-sized core from the air, grabbed it, and instantly turned it into a ball of essence and blood and put it into the container.

"This essence and blood can just help me break through the Nascent Soul stage of physical refining." Wang Bai put it into the storage space in the jade pendant with satisfaction, and then flew to the core area of ​​the ruins.

At the same time Wang Bai took action, in the core area of ​​the ruins.

"What's going on? Has the earth dragon turned over?" With a violent jolt, the entire ruins began to shake, as if it would collapse at any moment. The faces of the monks in the core area changed drastically. They cast spells and flew into the air, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"What is going on? Are the ruins going to collapse?" a monk asked anxiously.

"No way, what should we do if the ruins really collapse?" another monk said worriedly.

"Don't panic, let's see the situation first." A Jindan stage cultivator said calmly.

At this moment, a monk suddenly pointed at the restriction in the distance and shouted in shock: "Look, the restriction is broken!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the huge restriction that originally covered the core area of ​​the ruins had now broken open, revealing a passage leading to the deepest part of the ruins.

"What?!" Instantly, all the Jindan cultivators present were filled with excitement, their eyes gleaming with greed. They knew that the breaking of this restriction meant that the opportunity in the deepest part of the ruins was about to be revealed. Anyone who could enter it might obtain the Nascent Soul inheritance and treasures.

So, these Jindan cultivators cast spells and flew towards the place where the restriction was broken, ready to seize this rare opportunity.

"Hmph!" The old man named Xue Ku snorted coldly, unbridledly emitting the powerful aura of a Golden Core Perfection. The cultivators who were about to enter the core of the ruins saw this and their expressions changed drastically. They stopped in their tracks and looked at Xue Ku with alarm.

"Such an opportunity is not something you can covet? Get out of here immediately!" Xue Ku shouted indifferently and expressionlessly.

"Hmph, these Demonic Sect ruins are a great opportunity for the cultivators of the Tianjing Plains. What are you, a bunch of outsiders?" a cultivator responded coldly, fearlessly. With him leading the charge, the others followed suit. A faint aura flickered among the crowd, clearly ready for battle. Most of these individuals were without relatives or ties, completely unconcerned with the Myriad Demons Hall behind Xue Ku. After all, the barefoot are not afraid of the shod. They could simply run after their kill. The Myriad Demons Hall couldn't possibly be on the run for them in the vast world of cultivation.

"Everyone, please listen to me," Cheng Wushuang said quickly. He knew the situation was extremely tense, and if it wasn't resolved promptly, chaos would surely ensue. He had to find a way to calm things down quickly, or the consequences would be disastrous.

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Cheng has any advice?" someone in the crowd asked. They all looked at Cheng Wushuang, hoping he could give a reasonable explanation. After all, they all came here for the treasure.

"Please don't be impatient, fellow Taoists. Regardless of what's inside, even if there were treasures, it's impossible to share them with everyone. How about this: if you all stay here and don't fight with us, the Hundred Cities Alliance will compensate you with spirit stones or equivalent treasures after you leave," Cheng Wushuang said to the group. He knew that only by showing these people tangible benefits could the unrest be calmed.

"It's the same with my Tianxuan Sect." Wu Hao also said to everyone.