Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

Zhuang Yu sat cross-legged, his fingertips circulating spiritual energy, probing into the distorted spatial restriction like gossamer threads.

This restriction was far more complex than he had imagined, like an intricate spider web, where a single move could affect the whole situation.

Each tentative attempt to break through the barrier would trigger a violent backlash from the restrictive energy, crashing against his meridians like a raging storm.

He gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.

The spiritual energy within his body poured out like a flood, and a deep sense of powerlessness began to spread.

He felt like he was trapped in a giant whirlpool, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

In the shadows, a pair of cold, sinister eyes were watching everything closely.

Liu Feng, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator hiding in the shadows, wore a gray robe and his figure blended into the surrounding environment like a ghost.

He stared at Zhuang Yu greedily, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

Seeing that Zhuang Yu's spiritual power was exhausted and his face was pale, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. Liu Feng approached Zhuang Yu silently like a ghost, holding a dagger that emitted a cold light in his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Although Zhuang Yu was exhausted, his years of experience kept him vigilant.

He keenly sensed a hint of danger, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

A chilling killing intent coiled around him like a venomous snake, making him feel suffocated.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to endure his exhaustion, and thought to himself, "Who is it?"

Just as Liu Feng was about to successfully launch a sneak attack, Zhuang Yu suddenly turned around, and an ancient bronze mirror appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The surface of the bronze mirror was covered with mysterious runes and emitted a faint golden light.

It was the Xuan Guang Mirror, the defensive magic weapon he had just acquired in the mysterious space!

With a crisp clang, Liu Feng's dagger pierced the Xuan Guang Mirror, sparking dazzling sparks.

The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur. Liu Feng only felt a powerful recoil, his tiger's mouth went numb, and the dagger almost slipped from his hand.

He stared in astonishment at the unharmed Zhuang Yu, thinking to himself, "How can this kid have such a powerful defensive magic weapon?"

Zhuang Yu sneered, a sly glint in his eyes.

He once again slipped into the mysterious space, seeking a solution.

The space was filled with spiritual energy, and various rare and precious treasures were on display.

His gaze swept across the scrolls and finally landed on an old scroll—"The Concealing Breath Technique".

This technique allows one to conceal their aura, blending into the world and becoming difficult to detect.

Without hesitation, Zhuang Yu picked up the scroll, sat cross-legged, and quickly began cultivating.

Time seemed to stand still in the mysterious space. After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Yu slowly opened his eyes, a confident smile playing on his lips.

He flashed and reappeared in front of Liu Feng, but he was like a ghost, with no aura left.

Liu Feng looked around but couldn't see Zhuang Yu anywhere, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

"Where is he?" He looked around warily, gripping the dagger tightly in his hand, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

Suddenly, he felt a faint fluctuation behind him...

"Found you." A cold voice rang in his ear.

Liu Feng's eyes hardened, and the dagger in his hand transformed into a blur, aiming straight for Zhuang Yu's throat.

At the same time, a cloud of dark green poisonous mist spewed out from his sleeve, quickly spreading and carrying a nauseating stench.

This poisonous fog is not only extremely corrosive, but it can also paralyze the mind, making it impossible to defend against.

However, Zhuang Yu seemed to have anticipated Liu Feng's actions, and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Liu Feng's dagger missed its target, and the poisonous mist lost its target, almost engulfing him instead.

He quickly held his breath, stumbled back a few steps, and stared at the empty surroundings with suspicion, thinking to himself, "This kid's movement technique is so strange!" Old Lin, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Just as Liu Feng was in a panic, Zhuang Yu's voice suddenly came from behind him, like a demonic voice from hell: "Are you looking for me?" Liu Feng turned around abruptly, but only saw a blur flash by.

Before he could react, a powerful force struck him hard in the chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop!" A hoarse voice suddenly rang out, and an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes with white hair and beard appeared between the two men.

The old man was none other than Old Lin. He was leaning on a cane, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He glanced at Liu Feng lying on the ground, then at Zhuang Yu who looked calm, and slowly said, "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered."

Elder Lin's gaze fell on Zhuang Yu, carrying a hint of meaning: "I know you want to break this restriction. I can tell you a secret." He paused, then continued: "The key to breaking the restriction lies in three spirit orbs, which are hidden in..." Elder Lin lowered his voice and told Zhuang Yu the three locations.

Each of these three locations is fraught with danger; a single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

After listening to Elder Lin's words, Zhuang Yu fell into deep thought.

He knew that the journey to find the Spirit Pearl was destined to be arduous and dangerous, and that Liu Feng would never give up easily.

He clenched his fists, a resolute glint in his eyes, and thought to himself, "No matter what, I must find these three spirit pearls!" He looked up into the distance, his gaze settling on the vast mountains, took a deep breath, and took his first step...

As night falls, the mountains and forests are silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Zhuang Yu's figure disappeared into the night, leaving only a faint silhouette...

"This kid is getting more and more interesting." Old Lin muttered to himself, gazing in the direction Zhuang Yu had disappeared, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Three spirit orbs aren't so easy to find..." He leaned on his cane, turned, and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a series of eerie laughs...

"Hehehe..."