Cultivation: Start with a Spiritual Plant Space

Li Fan and Han Bingyan rushed all the way and finally arrived at Tianji Pavilion.

However, what we saw was a scene of desolation.

The once magnificent and majestic Tianji Pavilion has now turned into ruins.

Everywhere you look, there are broken walls and ruins.

Most of the towering buildings had collapsed, with bricks, stones and rubble scattered all over the ground in a disorderly manner.

It looked like it had experienced a world-destroying catastrophe.

The hall that Li Fan had visited before was now completely unrecognizable.

The exquisite carvings were ruthlessly destroyed and the gorgeous decorations turned to nothing.

Only a few crumbling and cracked stone pillars remained.

The once majestic and imposing palace gate was completely destroyed, leaving only a pitch-black doorway.

It is conceivable how brutal the previous battle was.

The ground was stained with blood, like blooming flowers of death.

Broken weapons lay in all directions, some were bent, and some had gaps on the edges.

The broken magic weapon emitted a faint spiritual light and had long lost its former glory.

Occasionally, a bloody smell wafted over, which was very unpleasant to the nose.

There was deathly silence all around, with only the occasional whimper of the cold wind.

It's so sad and creepy.

Li Fan and Han Bingyan wandered around the ruins, the gravel under their feet making a crunching sound, which sounded quite sad.

The two men's steps became more and more urgent, constantly searching for the figure of Venerable Mo Yun.

Han Bingyan's eyes were red and her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"This... How did it become like this?"

Li Fan clenched his fists, his face as solemn as iron.

"It seems that the previous battle with the Demon Realm Celestial Clan was very brutal. I wonder if there are any survivors."

The two continued to walk forward, feeling very worried.

Suddenly, Han Bingyan seemed to have discovered something and ran quickly towards a pile of ruins.

Li Fan's heart tightened and he hurriedly followed.

Han Bingyan was seen squatting in front of the ruins, desperately digging at the rubble with her hands.

He walked closer and saw that it was a blood-stained piece of clothing.

Han Bingyan's tears flowed uncontrollably like a flood.

"This... Could this be Grandpa's?"

Li Fan comforted him, "Don't panic, it might just be someone else's clothes."

Although he said this, he was very nervous and unsure in his heart.

The two continued to search in the ruins, not missing any corner or crevice.

At this time, Li Fan heard a very faint cough.

"This way!"

He shouted at Han Bingyan, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

So, the two of them quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

I saw a disciple covered in blood trapped on a huge stone slab, and he was dying.

Moreover, there were many broken wood and beams on the stone slabs.

Li Fan quickly used his spiritual power to lift the stone slab with all his strength and rescued the disciple.

"Is anyone else alive?"

Han Bingyan asked impatiently.

The disciple opened his eyes weakly, his eyes were blurred, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito.

"I... I don't know. I just remember the battle was so intense. There were shouts and screams and magical lights everywhere. The sky was dark and I..."

Li Fan and Han Bingyan felt increasingly depressed.

It seems that finding Venerable Mo Yun and other survivors would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Just when the two were on the verge of despair, the rescued disciple suddenly widened his eyes, pointed a trembling finger in one direction, and said with difficulty, "Over there... there seems to be movement."

Li Fan and Han Bingyan were cheered up upon hearing this, and immediately ran in the direction pointed by the disciple.

Along the way, the two of them crossed over ruins and avoided dangerous traps.

Finally, intermittent cries for help were heard behind a collapsed wall.

"Quick, over here!"

Li Fan said loudly.

Han Bingyan hurriedly quickened her pace and followed.

I saw several injured disciples of Tianji Pavilion trapped in a small space. The surrounding stones and wooden beams were crumbling, making terrifying "creaking" sounds, and it seemed like it would collapse again at any time.

"Don't be afraid, we are here to save you!"

Han Bingyan shouted.

Li Fan did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly exerted his powerful spiritual power and carefully removed the obstacles.

After the trapped disciples were rescued, one of them said weakly, "Thank you... Venerable Mo Yun... He might be in the Pavilion Master's secret room."

Upon hearing this news, Li Fan and Han Bingyan felt a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and they rushed towards the Pavilion Master's secret room without stopping.

However, when they arrived at the secret room, they found that the door was closed.

There was a strange atmosphere around, which made people shudder.

"This door seems to be under a powerful restriction."

Li Fan frowned.

Han Bingyan was extremely anxious. "No matter what, we must find a way to open it!"

As he said this, he was about to take action to break the ban.

At this moment, a magnetic voice came from within the restriction.

"Bingyan, don't be impulsive!"

The voice actually belonged to Venerable Mo Yun.

Li Fan and Han Bingyan were delighted and hurried to the door.

The voice of Venerable Mo Yun continued to come, with deep fatigue and worry.

"I and the other venerables sacrificed our lives to temporarily block the Demon Realm Celestial Clan's spatial passage, but they will return in thirty years at most. In this battle, all the top fighters have fought with all their might, but we have also suffered heavy losses."

Han Bingyan's tears welled up in her eyes and she cried out, "Grandpa, how are you?"

Venerable Mo Yun sighed and continued the previous topic.

"Child, don't cry yet. What's worse is that before the Demon Realm Celestial Clan was driven back to the passage, they actually released a plague of evil energy onto this continent. This evil energy is extremely strange and will corrode living things and weaken our strength. What will we have to resist their attack in thirty years?"

Li Fan clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "Your Excellency, we will not sit still and wait for death."

Venerable Mo Yun was very pleased and said, "The Tianji Pavilion suffered heavy losses this time. The hope for the future lies in you, the younger generation. Li Fan, Bingyan, you must grow up as quickly as possible and lead everyone to prepare."

Han Bingyan said firmly: "Grandpa, don't worry, we won't let you down."

Venerable Mo Yun was silent for a moment, then continued, "In this secret room, there are some cultivation methods and magic weapons that we left behind. They may be of some help to you. But remember, don't rush for success. You must have a solid foundation."

Li Fan and Han Bingyan nodded solemnly.

I secretly vowed in my heart that I must become strong enough to protect this continent in these thirty years.

Venerable Mo Yun's voice gradually weakened: "Alright, go ahead. Hurry up and don't let our sacrifice go to waste..."