Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief after suppressing his anger. Even now that he'd calmed down, a lingering fear still lingered, terrified he'd become a mindless, murderous monster. He felt once again the terrifying power of his inner demons, which could instantly ensnare him and undo a lifetime of cultivation. After calming himself, he prepared to sort out his spoils. The horns and demon pills of the blue ox were the most valuable, so he removed them first. He then skinned the ox, extracted its tendons, and chopped off its tail and hooves, storing them. After a moment's thought, he cut off a large piece of hindquarters and tossed it into his storage bracelet. Although he'd been fasting and hadn't eaten in years, he could occasionally satisfy his craving for a steak. Then, he cast a fire talisman, reducing Niu Xiong's corpse to ash. Thus vanished a generation of genius. He then carefully gathered the three formation plates and flags, saving them for later use.

Now he had to quickly check if the lizard's corpse was still there. It was a Level 2 demon beast, covered in treasures. He summoned a speedboat and, in a matter of moments, reached the ravine where the lizards had fought. Knowing that there were no higher-level beings in the secret realm, and with his own divine sense superior to theirs, he would be the first to detect any developments. Knowing he could protect himself in the secret realm, he wouldn't have to worry too much about being exposed. There were countless elixirs in the secret realm, and he had to collect them as quickly as possible to see if he had a chance to harvest the main ingredient for the Foundation Establishment Pill. He decided to use the speedboat to expedite his operations and improve efficiency.

It didn't take long to lure the old bull to its death. When he returned, the lizard's corpse was still there. He then extracted the elixir, extracted the teeth, skinned it, pulled out its tendons, removed its bones, and refined its blood. With speed and precision, he quickly removed and stored the useful parts, then burned the useless flesh. This routine was as smooth as flowing water, a practice he'd performed countless times, becoming incredibly skilled. He then spent another hour meditating to restore his mana. He had developed a habit of constantly maintaining peak performance.

At this time, the Sunset Secret Realm was filled with scenes of demons hunting blood slaves. For humans, this was a hopeless journey to death, but for the demon elite, it was a joyous bloody feast...

A blood slave, only seventeen or eighteen years old, at the tenth level of Qi Refining, was transported to a riverbank. He soon gathered some medicinal herbs beneficial to Qi Refining cultivators, and was overjoyed. Although he had no idea where this place was, he prioritized immediate benefits. His joy didn't last long when, suddenly, a massive black rat, as big as a bucket, leaped from the dirt in the nearby grass. It was a peak-level demonic beast. The young cultivator was stunned. He had never seen a demonic beast of such high cultivation, let alone a rat of such size.

"What a delicious blood slave!" The black giant rat took a deep breath greedily, as if the thing in front of him was a peerless delicacy, but he did not act quickly. Instead, he wanted to play with it for a while, appreciate the food, and then eat it.

After a brief moment of distraction, the dazed little monk finally reacted and immediately jumped onto a mid-grade flying sword and escaped.

"Fly faster, faster, it's so fun, hehe." The black rat was chasing on the ground, obviously not using its full strength.

After a while, seeing that the monk was running too slowly, the black rat seemed impatient and suddenly jumped up, knocking the monk to the ground with one claw. The young monk was knocked unconscious by the fall. He got up in panic and continued to run forward, without the courage to resist. The black rat knocked him down again and again, and he got up again and again, crying and screaming for his life. Finally, his strength was exhausted and he fell to the ground, unable to run anymore. His spirit was completely broken at this time. He stared blankly into the distance, gave up resistance, and prepared to be killed. I guess what he was thinking about at this time was his relatives and friends in the distant sect or his fellow disciples. Seeing that the blood slave could no longer run and was tired of playing with him, the black rat pounced on him, bit off the monk's neck with one bite, and began to "crunch" and enjoy it. After a while, he had eaten everything, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

On a grassland, two cultivators, both at the eleventh level, stumbled upon each other, wary of each other over a nearby spiritual herb. Suddenly, a lion's roar echoed from afar, deep and resonant. A lion-tiger beast, none other than the lion-tiger clan's most powerful being, came swiftly running towards them.

"Let's work together to kill the monster first, and then discuss the ownership of the spiritual herbs."

"it is good."

The two cultivators quickly discussed and reached an agreement to join forces. They both released their protective shields and simultaneously summoned their top-grade flying swords, ready for battle.

The lion fierce didn't take the two seriously at all, and pounced on them roughly and ignoring the flying sword's attack completely. The high-quality flying sword pierced the lion-tiger beast, just like tickling it, and could not penetrate its skin at all. The two were shocked and tried to escape in panic, but it was too late. The lion fierce opened its bloody mouth and bit off one person's head in one bite. At the same time, its tiger tail was like an iron whip, and it rushed forward. The man released a shield to resist, but it was blown away by its claws, and it bit his neck. The lion fierce was unstoppable, and the two had no power to resist, and became the lion's delicacy.

"It's so weak, so vulnerable. However, the flesh and blood of this human monk is really delicious." Shi Meng taunted while gnawing on the corpse with an intoxicated look on his face.

Across the grassland, a human cultivator desperately fled, surprisingly possessing the twelfth level of cultivation. Glancing behind him, he saw two golden eagles pursuing him. Golden eagles were peak-level demonic beasts, so it was no wonder this expert had to abandon the fight and flee. The eagles flapped their wings, soaring at incredible speed, closing the gap considerably. The cultivator was sweating profusely with anxiety. Moments later, the two eagles overtook him. He unleashed his flying sword to attack the eagles, but the eagles flapped their wings and knocked his high-grade flying sword away. He then unleashed a net to cover the eagles, but the eagles' sharp claws seized hold and tore them in two. Meanwhile, the other eagle had already soared onto him, its claws like a pair of giant iron pincers gripping his shoulders. Its sharp beak, like a hook, pecked at his head. In an instant, it was dead. Then, the two eagles, taking turns to devour the corpse.

In a swamp, a spirit snake as thick as a bowl tightly wrapped around a blood slave. The blood slave's sternum was broken and he gradually lost his breath. Then the spirit snake slowly swallowed him into its stomach.

In a deep forest, a blood slave was picking a three-hundred-year-old ginseng. Before he could even feel happy, a huge wild ape rushed down from the sky, grabbed his arms, tore him in half, and then ate him whole.

These bloody and brutal scenes unfolded throughout the secret realm. In just one day, half the blood slaves were devoured. The demon elites seemed to have reached a consensus, refraining from internal strife for the first few days and focusing their efforts on hunting down the blood slaves. Among the blood slaves, only Liu Xing, a freak, possessed the strength to fight back against the demon beasts; the others were all lambs to be slaughtered. Those who managed to survive were lucky enough to have not yet encountered the demon beasts, but sooner or later, they would all die.