Practice begins with immortality

Six months later, on a deserted island in the South China Sea, the wind howled and waves crashed against the shore, creating a cacophony of sound. In this desolate landscape, only two mysterious figures stood, one in black and one in white, conversing.

"This is the new friend Bai Dao, right? Please follow me."

Then, the man in black took out an ancient token from his arms and injected magic power into it. In an instant, a shining light flashed, and a hidden space passage appeared before his eyes.

Wang Bai, wearing a white robe and using the alias Bai Mu, stared at the space passage, checked it carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he stepped into it without hesitation.

As he passed through the space channel, he felt dizzy, but soon he found himself on a vast ocean.

Many cultivators had gathered in mid-air, their auras varied, some powerful, some weak. Most of them skillfully altered their forms, making their true identities difficult to discern. However, a few cultivators made no secret of their presence, standing openly in mid-air. These were mostly powerful and highly advanced Nascent Soul cultivators.

Afterwards, Wang Bai found a place to stay and quietly observed everything around him.

Two hours later, an old man in a red robe came to a reef.

"It looks like it's almost time. I'll go first at this trade fair then." The old man in red robe said loudly, his voice spreading throughout the venue, attracting everyone's attention.

Then, the old man took out a long sword surrounded by red flames and said to everyone: "This is a low-grade fire magic weapon that has not been refined by anyone. I will only exchange it for earth-attribute magic weapons or spiritual materials of the same level." He glanced around, waiting for someone to respond.

After the old man took out this magic weapon, many people's eyes lit up, especially those monks who had not yet had time to forge their own magic weapons or whose magic weapons had been destroyed. They were very interested in such treasures.

In the end, this magic weapon was exchanged for a piece of rock by a man in a gray robe.

Then, more people came to the stone platform and took out the treasures they had prepared for exchange. Some took out precious elixirs, some took out rare spiritual herbs, and some took out powerful martial arts manuals.

After a while, it was finally Wang Bo's turn to go on stage.

"Tianyuan Fruit can only be exchanged for space spiritual materials and thunder spiritual objects of equal value." Wang Bai said calmly, but his words were like a blockbuster bomb, making the whole scene boil.

"It's actually this treasure. God really doesn't want to let me go!" A skinny old man suddenly came to the reef, and the scene became quiet in an instant.

"It's actually the old demon Longsha. He hasn't even passed away yet!" Someone exclaimed in their heart when they saw the old man.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm willing to exchange a fourth-tier Xuankong Crystal for this." The old man slowly spoke, and a silver crystal the size of a baby's fist appeared in his hand. This crystal emitted a strange light, clearly no ordinary item.

Then he said to everyone: "My fellow Taoists, I, Long, will not have much time left. Therefore, I am determined to obtain this Tianyuan Fruit. I hope you, fellow Taoists, will give me a favor and give it to me." After saying this, he swept his eyes over everyone present, his eyes firm and resolute.

At this moment, someone in the field suddenly said: "Of course, of course. The piece of Xuankong Crystal that Fellow Daoist Long took out is enough to create a space magic weapon. Unless someone can trade the legendary Golden Thunder Bamboo with this fellow Daoist, no one can compete with you." As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell into silence.

Afterwards, just as the man had said, no one asked to trade with Wang Bai again. After all, for most cultivators, the Xuankong Crystal was already an extremely precious treasure, and the Golden Thunder Bamboo was even more of a legendary treasure, something that ordinary people simply couldn't possibly possess.

Wang Bai pondered inwardly, thinking that adding the Xuankong Crystal should be enough to repair the jade pendant. So, he decided to complete the deal with the old man.

After receiving the Tianyuan Fruit, the old man's face lit up with excitement, and he threw his head back and laughed twice. Before his laughter faded, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, as if he had never existed. At the same moment he disappeared, several cultivators quietly left the place.

"They are all cultivators with a short lifespan. It seems that several Nascent Souls will die." A cultivator sensed the movements of those cultivators who left quietly and couldn't help but sigh.

"This old monster Long has many tricks up his sleeve, and he reached the late Nascent Soul stage more than two hundred years ago. Now he's probably about to break through to the perfect Nascent Soul stage. We can't just deal with him with numbers." Another cultivator beside him echoed, his tone full of fear of Old Monster Long's strength.

Time passed quietly, and many precious treasures appeared at the trade fair, but none of them were the thunder spiritual objects that Wang Bai wanted.

Finally, after a while, the trade fair ended and everyone left. Wang Bai also left.

At this moment, someone sent a message to Wang Bai: "Daoyou, I have a treasure I want to exchange with you."

A man in black robe flew in front of Wang Bai and gestured to him.

Seeing this, Wang Bai followed him directly. Although he could not sense the aura of the man in black robe, but fortunately Wang Bai had the innate magical power of Tianyi Eye, so the details of the man in black robe could not be hidden from him.

"A young cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, but there is another consciousness in his body. Although it is weak, it has some of the properties of the primordial spirit." Looking at the man in black robe, Wang Bai thought in his heart.