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

The abyss-like crack swallowed Xiao Bei and Bei Li. After a dizzying spin, they finally landed on their feet.

The damp and foul air was chilly and nauseating. Compared to the darkness of the cave before, this place was more like a bottomless abyss that swallowed everything.

By the faint phosphorescent light, they found themselves in a huge hall.

The walls of the temple are made of unknown black rocks, carved with twisted and strange patterns, exuding an ancient and powerful aura that oppresses people's nerves.

The ground was covered with thick dust, and every step left a clear footprint, as if telling of the eternal silence of this place.

Above the head, there are several gems emitting a faint green light embedded in the dome. The light is dim, but it is enough for people to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Xiao Bei held the long sword tightly in his hand, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light in the dim light.

He observed his surroundings vigilantly, paying close attention to every corner, his heart filled with curiosity and uneasiness.

Everything in this hall is weird, like a monster with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey.

He could feel an inexplicable force surging in the air, which was both awe-inspiring and carried a hint of indescribable danger.

Bei Li leaned close to Xiao Bei, her hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, looking around vigilantly.

This place made her feel inexplicably frightened, and the oppressive feeling in the air made her breathless.

Just as they were on guard, a vague phantom suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.

It radiates a soft light all over its body, which is out of tune with the surrounding darkness, like a floating starlight.

The phantom slowly solidified and turned into the image of a kind-looking old man with a kind smile on his face, which made people feel close to him.

"Dear guests from afar, welcome here." The old man's phantom voice was deep and magnetic, as if it could penetrate one's soul. "I have been waiting here for a long time. It is fate that you can come here."

"I can feel the power in your bodies. If you are willing to accept my gift, you will be able to gain even more powerful strength, transcend the mortal world, and achieve supreme glory." The old man's tone was full of temptation, as if as long as they accepted his gift, they would be able to reach the sky in one step.

Xiao Bei was not stunned by this sudden "pie". He sneered and stared at the phantom with sharp eyes without any hesitation.

"No merit, no reward. Your Excellency, you are so generous. You must have some ulterior motive."

Phantom seemed to have not expected Xiao Bei to be so calm, and the smile on his face froze slightly.

He did not continue to explain, but just looked at Xiao Bei meaningfully, and said slowly: "Since you don't accept my kindness, then..." Before he finished speaking, the phantom's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by gloomy and hideous.

As soon as the phantom finished speaking, the soft light around him instantly turned into ink-black, rolling and surging like a thick black fog, and a suffocating feeling of oppression suddenly descended.

The originally kind-looking old man became hideous, with bloodshot eyes, like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell.

He opened his bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar that shook the air.

The black fog condensed into countless sharp claws, which attacked Xiao Bei in an overwhelming manner. The claws tore through the air and made a shrill scream.

Xiao Bei's heart trembled, and he swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was rampant, slashing at the attacking claws.

However, there were too many claws, and although the sword energy was sharp, it could not be completely blocked.

Several black claws broke through the sword net and slashed across Xiao Bei's body, instantly leaving several shocking blood marks. A burning pain surged into his heart, stinging every inch of his nerves.

Xiao Bei gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He could feel the strangeness of the other party's power, as if it was carrying some kind of corrosive force that was constantly eroding his immortal power.

He quickly circulated the immortal power in his body, trying to repair his wounds while avoiding the attacks that were raining down.

Every time he swung his sword, it was as if he was fighting against an invisible force, which made him feel extremely exhausted.

He was agile and moved through the dense attacks. The edge of his sword cut through the air, bringing up gusts of wind. However, facing the opponent's continuous offensive, he gradually felt powerless.

Sweat soaked his clothes, Xiao Bei's breathing began to become heavy, his face gradually turned pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He could feel the immortal power in his body being rapidly consumed, and the fatigue in his body surged like a tide. Every time he swung the sword, it seemed to exhaust his last bit of strength.

The phantom before him was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be completely devoured by the other party sooner or later.

Bei Li looked at Xiao Bei anxiously, wanting to go forward to help, but was suppressed and unable to move by the powerful aura of the black fog.

She could only watch Xiao Bei engaged in a tough battle, feeling extremely anxious but powerless to do anything. This feeling made her heart ache.

Xiao Bei was hit by the black fog again, and his body slammed heavily against the stone wall of the hall. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his vision went black.

He slid down slowly and knelt on one knee on the ground. The sword in his hand fell limply, making a crisp sound of collision.

He raised his head and looked at the phantom that was approaching step by step, with a trace of unwillingness and anxiety on his face. The pain in his body and the exhaustion of his spiritual power made him realize that this time, he might really be doomed.

Just when he was about to despair, Bei Li's voice suddenly came, with a hint of joy and doubt: "Xiao Bei, look, its..."

Bei Li's voice was trembling, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "Xiao Bei, look, its shadow! Its shadow hasn't changed!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bei endured the severe pain and raised his head with difficulty.

Following Beili's gaze, he realized that although the phantom's appearance had become hideous and terrifying, the shadow cast on the ground was still that of the kind-looking old man.

This strange scene made Xiao Bei's heart move, as if he had grasped something key.

He suddenly remembered that some ancient texts had recorded that although some powerful illusions could change their form and confuse people, they could not change their own essence.

Shadow is the existence that reflects the essence.

Could it be that the true weakness of this phantom lies in its shadow?

Thinking of this, Xiao Bei took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood in his body, and poured all the remaining immortal power into the sword.

The sword body made a buzzing sound, and a dazzling light flashed on the edge of the sword, as if it was going to tear apart the endless darkness.

"Fight to the death!" Xiao Bei roared, and his body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the shadow of the phantom.

The phantom seemed to be caught off guard by Xiao Bei's sudden attack on its shadow. It let out a sharp scream, and the black mist rolled in an attempt to block Xiao Bei's attack.

However, Xiao Bei's speed was too fast and his sword was too powerful, so the black fog could not stop his steps at all.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the long sword pierced fiercely into the shadow of the phantom.

A powerful force came from the sword, making Xiao Bei's palm numb.

At the same time, the phantom let out a shrill scream, and its originally hideous form instantly collapsed, turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.

The phantom that was hit let out an angry roar, and the black fog around it became thicker, rolling and surging like boiling ink.

The walls of the hall began to shake violently, and the gems above made a sharp buzzing sound, as if they would fall down at any time.

"How dare you, a lowly ant, hurt me!" The phantom's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness. It condensed into shape again, its face became even more hideous, its eyes were as red as blood, as if it wanted to eat Xiao Bei and Bei Li alive.

"It...it's stronger!" Bei Li exclaimed, grabbing Xiao Bei's hand tightly, her fingertips cold.

The hall shook even more violently, debris continued to fall from the dome, and the entire space seemed to be collapsing.

Xiao Bei held Bei Li's hand tightly, giving her strength and a sense of security.

Bei Li looked at Xiao Bei, his eyes filled with...

Xiao Bei held Bei Li's hand tightly, stroking her cold skin with his fingertips, passing his strength and sense of security to her.

Bei Lihui held Xiao Bei's hand and looked at him firmly. In this crumbling hall, the two people's tightly clasped hands seemed to be each other's only support, fighting against the fear and unknown dangers around them.

At this critical moment, the Phantom's roar stopped abruptly.

The rolling speed of the black fog gradually slowed down, and finally condensed into a huge black sphere, suspended in the air.

A strange light flickered on the surface of the sphere, like a huge eyeball, staring at Xiao Bei and Bei Li.

"You are very clever," a deep voice rang out from the sphere, a hint of admiration in it. "You actually discovered my weakness. But even if you knew it, what good would it do? You still can't defeat me."

Xiao Bei snorted coldly, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the black sphere.

"The outcome is still undecided, and it's still uncertain who will win."

"Really?" The black sphere's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "I'll give you one more chance. Submit to me, and I can grant you supreme power, allowing you to become the ruler of the immortal world. Alternatively, you can choose to refuse, and then perish along with this world."

The black sphere slowly rotated, and a powerful pressure emanated from it, oppressing the entire hall.

The gem above his head made a cracking sound, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and it might fall down at any time.

"Choose," the voice of the black sphere sounded again, with a hint of unquestionable majesty, "surrender, or be destroyed."

Xiao Bei looked at the huge black sphere in front of him, and then looked at Bei Li beside him. He knew very well that if he chose to surrender, it would mean giving up his principles and becoming an accomplice of evil.

But if he chooses to refuse, he, Beili, and the entire fairy world will face the fate of destruction.

This is a dilemma, a decision that concerns life and death.

"I..." Xiao Bei was about to speak when the black sphere suddenly interrupted him.

"Wait," the black sphere's voice suddenly became deep, "I suddenly changed my mind. I'll give you a more interesting option."

The black sphere slowly descended and stopped in front of Xiao Bei. The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a vague human figure.

"I can tell you a secret," the figure's voice carried a hint of strange temptation, "a secret about the future of the fairy world. But you must agree to one condition."

"What conditions?" Xiao Bei asked vigilantly.

"It's simple," the humanoid voice said with a hint of a smile, "You must make a choice, a choice that will determine the fate of the fairy world."

The human figure stretched out a hand, and two balls of light were suspended in the palm of his hand, one golden and one black.

"Gold represents hope, black represents destruction," the figure's voice was low and hoarse. "Choose now. Your choice will determine the future of the fairy world."

Xiao Bei looked at the two balls of light and fell into deep thought.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he was thinking about something important.

"I……"