I traveled through time and space to become an immortal, but I died at the beginning

It was pitch black in the night. In Xuan Kun's hazy vision, he could only see a white shadow in front of him. He felt that his body was suspended in the air.

Then, the white shadow in the hazy vision disappeared, and Xuan Kun felt that his body was being dragged slowly down by a spiritual power, and finally landed lightly on a cold stone wall.

There was no sound beside my ears except the sound of rushing water.

A faint blue light burst out from Xuan Kun's body. It was the ghost form of Ghost Leng Yan. His big ghost eyes scanned around, and when he saw that there was no one around, he felt at ease to guard Xuan Kun.

The ghost looked at his master strangely, as if thinking, "I was so scared today. I actually encountered such a terrifying existence. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to be saved by such a terrifying existence. Master, you didn't use my background and brought me along. I almost died."

Xuan Kun didn't know what it was thinking. He felt the ghost Leng Yan appear and protect him.

He had been assaulted by Lieyang's spiritual consciousness, and was tortured to the point where he could no longer sustain his spiritual consciousness. He slowly passed out like a broken string.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

It was unknown how long it had passed before the sound of rushing water was heard again. Xuan Kun was lying on a large rock, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

At first glance, he saw a pair of ghostly eyes staring at him. It was the ghost transformed by Ghost Leng Yan.

Its big eyes were full of cute wisdom, and it stared at Xuan Kun's face in a strange way.

"What! Are you afraid that I'll die?" Xuan Kun raised his hand to push him away, slowly sat up, and spoke in a weak and feeble voice.

Xuan Kun felt his mind was in a state of confusion. He raised his hand to his forehead and whispered again, "How long has it been? I was unconscious for a few days."

Then he frowned and shook his head, looking at Ghost Leng Yan, and laughed: "Haha... I forgot that you can't speak either."

But the ghost in front of him glared at him, as if to say, "Who are you scolding! Who are you looking down on!"

Then, the ghost's body disintegrated and transformed into countless small flames, which condensed into four crooked large characters.

"Three days and three nights."

Seeing this, Xuan Kun couldn't help but smile, then he lowered his head and said to himself solemnly, "Three days and three nights? I was unconscious for that long!"

Suddenly, Xuan Kun's mind buzzed, and he said, "Oh, that Senior in White!"

Then, he stood up and looked around. He saw that the mountains and rivers here were green and there was no one living there. There was only a stream flowing slowly beside him, and there was the figure of the white-robed monk.

When Xuan Kun was brought here by the man in white robe, he was not unconscious yet, but he was unable to speak. He was hanging on by a tenacious consciousness. He heard the man in white robe mutter a few words and then leave.

"Ugh……"

Seeing this, Xuan Kun couldn't help but sigh softly. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hands, clasped his fists, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you very much, senior, for saving me. I am weak and cannot repay you. Although you have left today, if we meet again in the future, I will definitely thank you again."

Xuan Kun knew that the white-robed Divine Intensification cultivator might have already left, or might still be here, but all the actions of the Divine Intensification cultivator were not something that a mere Nascent Soul like him could interfere with or guess. Xuan Kun still remembered the lesson of Ling Huan.

Therefore, he could only give a few compliments like this, but these were Xuan Kun's true feelings.

After all, this man in white robe did save him. If it weren't for this person, Xuan Kun would definitely not be able to escape from Lieyang's clutches, and death would be a matter of sooner or later. What's worse, death... might even be a kind of relief.

So Xuan Kun thanked this person from the bottom of his heart. No matter whether this strong man could hear him or not, Xuan Kun needed to do this.

If that person is still here, maybe he is testing Xuan Kun, thinking of taking Xuan Kun as his disciple, or deliberately teasing Lie Yang. All other thoughts have nothing to do with Xuan Kun.

After all, Xuan Kun didn't want to guess the character of the Divine Transformation cultivator, he just needed to do his best.

Xuan Kun remained in this position for a while, and seeing that no one answered and no one appeared for a long time, he raised his head and glanced around again, and the consciousness of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul was also released.

Xuan Kun felt relieved after finding no trace of human or cultivator activity within his divine sense. He whispered, "It seems the Divine Transformation cultivator has left. Since no one is here, and I'm still injured, I'd better hide and heal as quickly as possible to regain my peak strength."

After saying this, he summoned his life-saving magic weapon, the Five Elements Flying Sword, and shot it towards the stone wall not far away. He controlled the flying sword without making any sound.

After a few breaths, a cave was opened up. Xuan Kun flew into it and slapped his storage bag. A formation plate flew out and several formation flags shot out from it. The formation flags linked together to form a formation that covered the hidden cave entrance.

In the blink of an eye, time flies and a year and a half has passed.

The tightly closed cave entrance was already overgrown with weeds, and suddenly, the dust on the stone door loosened.

The stone door at the entrance of the cave opened wide, and a beam of red, blue and green light escaped from it and stood above the stream.

A man in a black robe emerged from the three-colored escape light. He had black hair, a ruddy complexion, and a strong aura. He was Xuan Kun, who had recovered from his injuries in the past year and a half and restored to his peak.

He had changed into an intact black robe, no longer the tattered robe he had worn during his previous retreat.

Standing in the air, Xuan Kun's face was expressionless, but his eyes were unusually bright. He gazed towards the south and muttered to himself, "Now that my injuries have healed, the battle with the He Huan Sect was truly dangerous. I didn't expect that at the very end of our plan, we would be interrupted by the Divine Transformation cultivators of the Yin Yang Divine Sect. Fortunately, I was saved by the suddenly appearing white-robed expert. Otherwise, I would have been in real danger."

"Alas... What a pity that we were unable to kill Ling Huan and implement the real plan perfectly. Although he has recovered now, he has alarmed the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, and Ling Huan will definitely not die." Xuan Kun sighed.

He retracted his gaze, thought again and again, and then made a firm decision: "Now that Lieyang is here, I can't stay in Tianhuai Kingdom anymore. Even if a year and a half passes, I dare not gamble whether Lieyang will leave. The most urgent thing is to leave Tianhuai Kingdom!"

"But... before leaving, there are two things to do." Xuan Kun's eyes flashed and he said calmly.

His body flashed and turned into three-colored light, escaping into the distance.

After Xuan Kun left, a figure covered in a white robe slowly appeared on the top of the mountain opposite the stone cave where he was recuperating.

It looked in the direction Xuan Kun left, and then its figure disappeared.

The territory of Hehuan Sect.

In a place where mountains intersect, there is a dense forest. In the forest, a black-robed figure is hanging in the air, looking around.

"Right here, here we are."

As he spoke, the man disappeared from the spot in an instant, and reappeared in the distance in a few flashes.

A rocky forest appeared before him, hidden by the trees.