Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

The alarm sounded sharp and piercing, breaking the silence, like invisible claws tearing at the hearts of every immortal.

Xiao Bei's figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, rapidly passing through layers of buildings and heading straight for the holy land.

The wind was whistling, his clothes were fluttering, and his eyes were as sharp as torches, looking forward firmly.

Below, the eyes of the immortals followed his figure closely, anxiety, expectation, and fear intertwined together, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Some people whispered prayers, some clenched their fists, and everyone's hopes were placed on this young hero.

The holy land of the immortals, which is usually bathed in auspicious light, is now shrouded in a layer of strange black mist.

The fog rolled like a huge black monster, greedily devouring the light of the holy land.

As soon as Xiao Bei stepped into the holy land, he felt a strong sense of oppression, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

His brows were furrowed, the immortal power in his body surged uncontrollably, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart.

In the center of the dark power, a huge black vortex slowly rotates, emitting a heart-pounding roar.

The surrounding trees withered and died, and the ground cracked, as if all the vitality had been sucked out of it.

Xiao Bei could clearly feel the evil and power of this force. It was like a greedy abyss that wanted to devour everything.

"It is indeed the power of evil!" Xiao Bei said in his heart, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

The emergence of this force is by no means accidental; there must be someone manipulating it behind the scenes.

who is it?

What's the purpose?

He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging immortal power. He knew that he couldn't act impulsively at this moment.

You must first understand the situation before you can find a solution.

He slowly approached the black vortex, scanning everything around him with sharp eyes, trying to find the source of this dark power.

Suddenly, he felt something strange, as if something was watching him.

He turned around suddenly, but found nothing.

But the uneasiness in his heart became stronger, and he was sure that he was not alone.

"Come out!" Xiao Bei shouted in a low voice, with a hint of warning in his voice.

He was responded with a creepy sneer.

Xiao Bei's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He felt that a war was inevitable.

"Beili..." He murmured softly, his heart filled with worry.

Beili followed Xiao Bei closely and tried to enter the holy land.

However, an invisible barrier kept her out.

The ancient protective power of the holy land only allows those with pure immortal blood and recognition to enter.

Bei Li anxiously slapped the barrier, and transparent ripples spread out, but it couldn't shake it at all.

She could feel the evil power surging in the holy land, as well as Xiao Bei's breath. The pain of separation almost suffocated her.

The air around her seemed to freeze, making her unable to breathe.

A gloomy atmosphere enveloped her, as if she was trapped in an invisible cage. She could only watch Xiao Bei face the unknown danger alone, powerless to do anything.

Deep in the holy land, Xiao Bei's battle with the dark forces has reached a fever pitch.

The black vortex seemed to have life, constantly changing its shape, sometimes turning into a ferocious beast, sometimes turning into a sharp blade, attacking fiercely and swiftly.

Xiao Bei's figure shuttled through the darkness, the fairy sword in his hand flashing with dazzling light, and every swing brought with it the power to crush everything in its path.

The golden sword energy collided with the black mist, making a deafening roar. The surrounding holy buildings shook continuously, as if they would collapse at any time.

Xiao Bei used various magic techniques to try to find the weakness of the dark power.

Sometimes he would use "Thunder Breaking the Sky" to draw thunder from the sky to bombard the black vortex; sometimes he would use "Ice Sealing Ten Thousand Miles" to try to freeze the dark power; sometimes he would use "Fire Burning the Sky" to try to burn the dark power to ashes.

However, the dark forces seem to have infinite regenerative abilities, and no matter how much damage they suffer, they can recover quickly.

Outside the holy land, Ling Feng paced back and forth anxiously. He could feel the fierce battle inside the holy land, but he was powerless to do anything.

He held the tracking rune tightly in his hand, and the runes flickered, showing Xiao Bei's location, as well as the powerful dark force.

He prayed in his heart, hoping that Xiao Bei would be safe and sound.

The battle lasted for a long time and both sides suffered huge losses.

Xiao Bei's breathing gradually became rapid, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He felt that his own strength was gradually weakening, while the power of darkness showed no signs of abating.

At this moment, the black vortex suddenly stopped attacking and slowly condensed into a human figure, emitting a creepy laugh: "Xiao Bei, do you think you can defeat me? You are too naive!"

Xiao Bei stared at the human-shaped black mist in front of him with cold eyes, holding the immortal sword tightly in his hand without relaxing at all.

Suddenly, he made an unexpected move and slowly put away the magic sword in his hand...

"I understand……"

Xiao Bei slowly put away the magic sword, his palm facing up, and a ball of soft golden light condensed in his hand.

This is not an offensive immortal power, but an auspicious light that contains the power of purification and healing.

This power did not come from Xiao Bei himself, but from the depths of the holy land, from the sacred object guarded by the immortals for generations - the source of auspiciousness.

The previous fierce battle was not meaningless. During the battle, Xiao Bei gradually sensed the existence of the source of auspiciousness and found a way to resonate with it.

The black figure let out a sharp roar: "What are you doing?! This is impossible!" It could feel the power of the auspicious light, which was its biggest nemesis.

Terror spread among the dark forces, and the originally violent black mist began to roll violently like a boiling oil pan.

Outside the holy land, Beili clasped his hands together, pressed them against his chest, and prayed silently.

Tears blurred her eyes, but she didn't notice at all.

She could feel Xiao Bei's breath, although weak, but still firm.

A warm power surged from her heart, passed through the invisible barrier, and reached Xiao Bei.

Feeling this warm power, Xiao Bei's mouth corners slightly raised and his eyes became more determined.

He slowly pushed out the golden light in his hand, and the auspicious light flowed towards the black vortex like a trickle.

Wherever the light reached, the black mist melted like ice and snow, making a sizzling sound. A strange fragrance filled the air, which was the smell of light defeating darkness.

The black figure let out a shrill scream, its body began to twist and deform, gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The black fog in the holy land also dissipated, and the sunlight once again shone on the holy land, dispelling all the haze.

Xiao Bei landed slowly on the ground, his body shaking a little, but he still stood straight.

He raised his head and looked outside the holy land

"It's over..." Xiao Bei said softly, with a hint of fatigue in his tone, but more of relief.

He turned and walked towards the depths of the holy land, where more important things were waiting for him to do...

Deep in the holy land, the light of the source of auspiciousness becomes brighter and brighter, like the beating heart of the earth.

The air, once thick with the stench of decay, was now filled with a sweet, almost intoxicating aroma, a symphony of resurrected life.

Xiao Bei felt the warmth of the Land of Resurrection seeping into his weary body, like a balm soothing aching muscles.

The echoes of the demon's screams still rang in his ears, a fading memory of a battle won.

He took a deep breath, and the pure, revitalizing air filled his lungs, a tangible symbol of his victory.

Cheers erupted outside the barrier, and joy swept across the revived land like a tide.

He could almost feel the weight of their gratitude, the surge of their admiration.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It feels good to be a savior and a beacon of hope.

He took on their fears and ultimately returned victorious.

The warmth of their adoration was an intoxicating wine, a taste of glory he had never expected.

The world seemed to shimmer, bathed in the golden light of the restored sanctuary.

The once crumbling buildings are now revitalized, their surfaces gleaming like polished jade.

The grass beneath his feet was impossibly green, vibrant, and teeming with new life.

He could hear the chirping of birds, the melody of celebration.

He turned and walked towards the center of the holy land, towards the source of the radiant energy.

As he walked, there came a low humming sound from deep in the earth, and a subtle vibration brushed the soles of his feet.

It was a familiar feeling, the resonance of an ancient power.

He came to the central altar, where the source of auspiciousness was beating with a gentle rhythm.

Energy crackled in the air, a tangible force that sent chills down his spine.

Just then, he noticed something.

A hairline crack snaked across the surface of a previously unseen stone wall behind the altar.

A cold wind blew out from the crack, it was ancient and...

An unsettling atmosphere.

The humming intensified, becoming a low growl that vibrated in his chest.

The golden light of the holy land flickered, casting dancing shadows across the cracks.

He reached out and ran his fingers along the line of the crack.

A sudden surge of cold air, carrying the faint whisper of something unseen, brushed against his skin.

He jerked his hand away.

"Interesting..." he murmured, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

He took another step closer, his eyes fixed on the crack.

"I want to know what secrets you are hiding..."