Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Private buildings are like mountains, if you don't like them, don't enter

The scorching wind, like a raging fire, relentlessly scorched the land, seemingly scorching every inch of it and every life. Chaoyang laboriously waved a branch, trying to shoo away the crows swarming around him. Though his body was emaciated and his skin shrunken, his gaze remained firm and profound.

He moved slowly, each movement seeming to exhaust all his strength. Finally, he found a stout tree trunk and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The blood dripping from his body mixed with the soil, forming a patchy pattern.

Fortunately, he was still alive. Although he was in an unfamiliar environment and extremely exhausted, at least he still had life. However, unfortunately, he traveled through time again.

This wasn't his first time traveling through time. After all, the first time he traveled from the modern world to a world of cultivation filled with spiritual energy and fantasy. There, his unremitting efforts in cultivation also made him a powerful cultivator.

However, at the crucial moment of his ascension, he failed in his tribulation and suffered severe injuries. Presuming he would perish in that world, he unexpectedly awoke to find himself transported once again. While still in the world of cultivation, it was a world he was unfamiliar with. If asked how he knew, he could simply sense the strength of the spiritual energy to understand how weak the cultivators in this world were. The spiritual energy here was tainted with impurities, and he even wondered if absorbing it would lead him to the path of evil. The negativity here was so intense that the resentment almost overwhelmed the spiritual energy itself.

Chaoyang scrutinized his body, paying close attention to every detail. However, when he truly realized his cultivation had plummeted to an unprecedented low, his heart felt as if it were weighed down by the abyss, weighing him down to the point of barely breathing. His eyes flickered with flames of resentment and anger, as if he wanted to burn this unfair fate to the ground.

He was once a shining star in the world of cultivation. Millennia of arduous practice, persevering day and night, he overcame seemingly insurmountable obstacles one by one. His name was once legendary in the world of cultivation, his strength the envy of countless. Yet, now, he can only helplessly face the plummeting decline of his cultivation, as if all his efforts had been in vain.

He once stood at the pinnacle of cultivation, looking down upon all beings and looking down upon the heroes. But that feeling of superiority now seemed out of reach. He had once believed he could easily overcome numerous obstacles and reach a higher realm, but reality dealt him a heavy blow. Now, his cultivation level was only at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, an unacceptable humiliation for someone who had once reached the Tribulation Crossing stage.

Chaoyang's heart was filled with resentment. He refused to succumb to fate. He knew he had to pick himself up and regain his former glory. Although the road ahead was filled with unknowns and difficulties, the fire in his heart never died. He firmly believed that as long as he didn't give up, he would one day stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world again and amaze everyone.

Chaoyang took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He knew now was not the time to dwell on his loss and anger; he had to quickly adapt to this unfamiliar environment and find a way to recover his cultivation.

He looked around. The land was barren and desolate, as if forgotten by the world. The mountains in the distance rose and fell, but there was no sign of life. Chaoyang decided to find a safe place where he could calm down and think of a solution.

He dragged his exhausted body forward, step by step. Although each step was extremely difficult, he did not stop. He knew that only by constantly moving forward could he find hope.

After half a day's trek, Chaoyang finally found a secluded cave. Though simple, it provided him with temporary shelter. He began to set up a simple defensive formation within the cave, ensuring that he wouldn't be disturbed while practicing and healing. After completing the formation, he sat cross-legged and began to carefully examine his physical condition.

Chaoyang discovered that despite his decline, his foundation remained solid. In the world of cultivation, foundation is the very foundation of cultivation; as long as it remains intact, there is hope for a resurgence. He decided to begin with the most basic training and gradually restore his strength.

He began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. Although it was full of impurities, he relied on his rich cultivation experience to skillfully filter out the impurities, leaving only pure spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy flowed through his body, he felt a trace of strength gradually returning.

Day after day, Chaoyang practiced hard in the cave. His body gradually regained its vitality and his cultivation level steadily improved. He knew that if he wanted to gain a foothold in this unfamiliar world of cultivation, he had to become even stronger.

That day, Chaoyang was undergoing his final healing in the cave.

Chaoyang slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power filling his body. After several days of hard training, his cultivation had finally recovered to the late stage of Foundation Establishment. While still some distance from his former peak, it was a good start.

He stood up, stretched his muscles, and felt much lighter. The sunlight from outside the cave shone through the cracks onto his face, as if guiding him in the right direction. Chaoyang knew he couldn't hide in this cave forever. He needed to go out and find more training resources to recover his strength faster.

"If only the space was still there, he wouldn't have to rely so hard on spiritual energy to recover from his injuries," he couldn't help but sigh. In his original world of cultivation, space magic weapons were extremely precious. They could store a large amount of cultivation resources and daily necessities, and could even open up an independent space for people to cultivate.

However, his spatial magical weapon possessed unique properties. It was precisely these attributes that enabled him to successfully navigate numerous tribulations in just a millennium and ultimately achieve ascension. This was all thanks to the mysterious realm within his spatial magical weapon, which held a wealth of resources. These resources not only provided him with the energy he needed for cultivation but also enabled him to maintain his strength despite various natural tribulations. It was precisely these rare resources within this secret realm that enabled him to forge ahead on his path of cultivation, ultimately achieving the remarkable status of a ninth-grade alchemist and weapon refiner.

After all, within that mysterious realm lay countless coveted cultivation manuals, a dazzling array of spiritual and immortal artifacts, and precious alchemy and refining furnaces. Furthermore, the realm boasted a variety of spiritual fields and springs, like vibrant oases, nourishing countless rare spiritual herbs and fruits. Even more astonishingly, many spiritual herbs and fruits, now extinct in the world of cultivation, were cultivated there.

Perhaps because each rare spiritual herb requires a unique environment for growth, the space within the secret realm seems meticulously designed, with mountains, rivers, oceans, and lakes all readily available, like a self-contained miniature world. Consequently, within this space, all manner of minerals and rare crystals are also plentiful, seemingly inexhaustible.

Even more miraculous was that the passage of time within that secret realm was different from that outside. The spiritual herbs and fruits there grew extremely fast. As long as he had seeds, he would never lack spiritual herbs and fruits.

Therefore, in his previous life, he could practice without restraint and soon reached the level of a ninth-grade alchemist and a ninth-grade weapon refiner, and then made another leap to the level of transcending tribulation.

However, he still couldn't find any trace of it on his body. Perhaps, when he was going through the tribulation, it had been destroyed by the ravages of the thunder.

Chaoyang took a deep breath, bringing his thoughts back to reality. He knew now wasn't the time to dwell on the past, but rather to face reality and find a new path forward. He decided to first travel to a nearby town to learn about the customs and practices of this unfamiliar world of cultivation, while also searching for possible cultivation resources.

He straightened his simple clothes and tied his hair up, trying to look less disheveled. Although his appearance could not hide the decline in his cultivation, he still maintained a calm and resolute demeanor.