Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

The light emitted by the multicolored crystals illuminated his path, and he felt a soft touch under his feet, as if he were walking on thick clouds.

A strange fragrance filled the air, with a hint of sweetness, making him feel slightly dizzy.

He held his breath, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily. Crimson flames danced on the Xuanhuo Sword, ready to deal with any potential dangers.

Various bizarre creatures floated in the air, emitting a low humming sound that, like a lullaby, made him feel drowsy.

He shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay awake.

He must find the Qingling Grass as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

After walking for a long time, Ye Yunjian finally found a plant emitting a faint green light in a secluded corner.

This plant is crystal clear, with leaves that look like they were carved from jade, and it emits a faint fragrance that is completely different from the sweet and cloying aroma that permeates the air.

This must be the Qingling Grass that Xuanjizi mentioned!

He was overjoyed and strode forward, only to suddenly bump into an invisible barrier.

He grunted and was bounced back.

He tried attacking the barrier again with the Xuanhuo Sword, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

A ripple spread across the barrier, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, and the ripple disappeared in an instant.

"Senior Brother Yunjian!" Lan Xuan exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"I'm fine." Ye Yunjian shook his head, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with doubt and frustration.

What exactly is this barrier?

How can this be broken?

Elder Feng and Meng Chuxi also noticed the commotion and couldn't help but feel worried for him.

Ling Xuzi was still struggling frantically, and they were unable to come to his aid, so they could only hope that Ye Yunjian could find a solution on his own.

Just as Ye Yunjian was at a loss, a voice rang in his ear: "Young man, it seems you have encountered a problem..."

While Ye Yunjian was agonizing over his problem, Lan Xuan made a new discovery.

Her clear eyes sparkled with wisdom as she pointed to an inconspicuous corner beside the barrier and said, "Senior Brother Yunjian, look here, there seem to be runes!"

Ye Yunjian looked in the direction she was pointing and indeed saw a stone slab with intricate runes engraved on it, emitting a faint light that was completely different from the colorful crystals around it.

A thought struck him: he remembered how Xuanjizi communicated with them through runes. Could this rune mechanism be related to Xuanjizi?

“Senior Brother Yunjian, Senior Xuanjizi seems to have mentioned runes. Let me give it a try,” Lan Xuan said softly, her tone filled with confidence, like a child who had discovered a treasure.

She slowly extended her slender fingers and gently touched the runes on the stone slab, feeling a warm sensation at her fingertips.

She closed her eyes, and the rune incantations that Xuanjizi had taught her appeared in her mind. A strange energy gathered at her fingertips and flowed into the stone slab like a trickle.

The runes on the stone slab began to flicker, their light growing brighter and brighter until they finally formed a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

With a soft "crack," like the sound of ice shattering, the invisible barrier vanished instantly.

"It's a success!" Lan Xuan jumped up excitedly, her cheeks flushed slightly, like a ripe apple.

Her clear eyes were filled with joy, like a happy little deer.

Ye Yunjian felt a surge of excitement. He quickly stepped forward and carefully plucked the Qingling Grass that emitted a shimmering green light.

A powerful force surged from his fingertips into his body, nourishing his meridians like a clear spring, making him feel more comfortable than ever before.

He could sense the powerful energy contained within this spiritual herb, as if it contained an ancient and mysterious soul.

He held the Qingling Grass in his hand, his excitement beyond words.

Meng Chuxi and Elder Feng were happy for Ye Yunjian when they saw him successfully obtain the Qingling Grass.

The Demon Desert Wolf seemed to sense their joy, letting out a long howl that shook the entire space.

"Well done, Yunjian!" Meng Chuxi laughed loudly, her tone full of praise.

"It seems we're one step closer to success!" Elder Feng smiled with satisfaction, stroking his beard.

Just then, Xuanjizi's voice rang in their minds again: "Children, you have done very well! Now, take the demon crystal and the Qingling Grass and head to the holy land of the cultivation world, where the final key to unlocking all secrets lies. But the road ahead is fraught with danger, so you must be careful."

Xuanjizi's tone was serious; they realized that this final journey would be even more difficult, and they didn't know what dangers awaited them ahead.

Ye Yunjian took a deep breath and carefully put away the Qingling Grass. He looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were filled with determination and hope.

A slight upturn of his lips revealed a confident smile, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

He was about to say something when he noticed that Ling Xuzi, who had been pinned to the ground, had stopped struggling. He looked up at Ye Yunjian with an extremely eerie smile...

Ye Yunjian and his group left the mysterious space with the demon crystal and the Qingling Grass.

As soon as they stepped out, they found themselves in a forest shrouded in thick fog.

The thick white fog, like a heavy curtain, obscured the sky and made it difficult to see the road ahead.

Ye Yunjian gripped the Xuanhuo Sword tightly, its blade faintly emitting a red light that reflected on his calm yet vigilant face.

He knew this misty forest was no safe place, so he took every step with extreme caution.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only their own footsteps echoing in the mist, sounding particularly jarring.

The fog was so thick that visibility was extremely low, and the group could only barely see a small area in front of them, which added to the mystery and tension of the forest.

Ye Yunjian could sense a damp, decaying aura in the air, as if countless eyes were hidden deep within the mist, watching their every move.

“Walking like this is too slow.” Lan Xuan frowned, her clear voice breaking the silence.

She looked around at the unsettling misty forest and suggested, "Why don't we fly on our swords and directly leap over this forest? That way we can reach the Holy Land much faster."

The suggestion was approved by everyone, who also felt that walking in such an unknown forest was too dangerous.

So everyone took out their flying swords and prepared to ascend into the sky.

However, just as they ascended into the air, a sudden change occurred!

Countless thick vines, like lurking venomous snakes, suddenly sprang out from the thick fog, baring their fangs and claws, carrying a strong stench, and wrapped around everyone's ankles with lightning speed.