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

A biting mountain wind howled past as Zhuang Yu's figure darted and weaved among the treacherous peaks.

The first place that Elder Lin mentioned turned out to be an extremely dangerous monster's lair!

A beast resembling a giant bear, covered in blue scales, roared and pounced on him.

A foul stench assaulted his senses as a giant claw swung, whipping up gusts of wind. Zhuang Yu narrowly dodged the attack, but was cut on the arm by flying pebbles, his sleeve instantly stained with blood.

"You beast, you're asking for death!" Zhuang Yu shouted, his spiritual energy surging in his hands.

This monster possessed immense strength and incredible speed, making it far more formidable than any opponent he had ever encountered before.

After several exchanges, Zhuang Yu was covered in wounds and his clothes were tattered.

The monster's claws grazed his body again and again, leaving streaks of blood, and the intense pain stimulated his nerves.

"This can't go on!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and with a thought, retrieved a pill emitting a rich medicinal fragrance from the mysterious space.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm current flowed throughout the body in an instant, rapidly restoring the previously depleted spiritual energy.

Feeling the renewed surge of power within his body, a glint of light flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations, and a complex array appeared beneath his feet.

This is an ancient spell he comprehended in a mysterious space – the "Heavenly Thunder Spell"!

As the incantation was completed, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a thick bolt of lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, crashed down, striking the giant bear-like monster squarely.

The monster let out a shrill scream, its massive body crashed to the ground, struggled a few times, and then went still.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuang Yu rushed forward and found the first spirit pearl, which was emitting a faint white light, deep in the lair of the demon beast.

He held the spirit pearl tightly in his hand, a confident smile on his face.

"The second spirit pearl..." He looked up into the distance, his eyes resolute, "I'm here!"

In the distance, a dark figure was hidden in the dense bushes, its cold gaze fixed on the direction Zhuang Yu had left, a sinister smile curving its lips.

"Hehe, interesting, he actually found it..." Zhuang Yu embarked on a journey to find the second spirit pearl.

The mountain path was rugged, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, blocking out the sun. Occasionally, the roars of wild beasts could be heard, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

He remained vigilant throughout, keenly sensing the unusual surroundings—a faint smell of blood permeated the air, there were signs of deliberate breakage on the tree branches, and some tiny footprints remained on the ground.

"Heh, a petty trick." Zhuang Yu sneered, seeing through the trap deliberately set by someone at a glance.

Instead of avoiding it, he deliberately left some misleading traces, then went around it and set up his own traps around the pit.

After doing all this, he concealed himself and waited quietly for his prey to take the bait.

Soon, a furtive figure appeared near the trap.

It was the willow breeze.

He carefully examined the trap, a smug smile on his face.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful this kid is, he can't escape my grasp!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a "crack" was heard, and the ground beneath Liu Feng's feet suddenly collapsed, causing him to fall into a deep pit filled with sharp wooden spikes.

"Ah!" Liu Feng screamed in pain as his body was slashed in many places by splinters, and he was covered in blood.

He struggled to climb out, but found the pit walls to be completely smooth, with nowhere to put his grip.

Just then, Zhuang Yu slowly emerged from behind the tree, looking down at the disheveled Liu Feng with a mocking smile.

"Liu Feng, this is what happens when you sneak up on me."

Liu Feng looked up at Zhuang Yu, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness. "Zhuang Yu, you..."

Zhuang Yu ignored his shouts and simply said, "Enjoy it." With that, he turned and left, leaving Liu Feng groaning in pain in the deep pit.

"The third spirit pearl..." Zhuang Yu gazed ahead, his eyes gleaming. "Wait for me..."

Zhuang Yu appeared before an ancient altar, three spirit orbs emitting a soft light in his hands.

At the center of the altar, intricate runes flickered, and an ancient and mysterious aura permeated the air.

Zhuang Yu took a deep breath and embedded the three spirit orbs into the three grooves of the altar.

hum-

The altar trembled violently, the runes shone brightly, and a pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds.

Suddenly, a semi-transparent figure slowly emerged from the pillar of light. It was a humanoid energy entity, radiating a powerful aura.

It is the protective spirit guarding the treasure!

"Those who trespass into the forbidden area shall die!" The spirit of the restriction let out a deafening roar, wielding a giant sword formed from condensed energy, and slashed towards Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu dared not be careless and dodged the attack with a swift movement.

He channeled spiritual energy into his hand, summoning a longsword that gleamed with a cold light, and engaged in a fierce battle with the restrictive spirit.

Sword light flashed, energy surged, and the surrounding ancient trees were cut in half by the violent force, rocks crumbled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

The attacks of the forbidden spirits were incredibly swift, each strike containing earth-shattering power.

Zhuang Yu barely managed to withstand the attacks of the restrictive spirit with the cultivation techniques and magical treasures he obtained from the mysterious space, but gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Just then, Zhuang Yu noticed that although the attack from the restrictive spirit was powerful, it had a noticeable pause.

After each attack, it needs a short period of time to recharge its energy.

"Now!" A glint flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes as he seized the moment after the attack from the restrictive spirit and unleashed the ultimate technique he had obtained from the mysterious space—"Nine Heavens Star Sword Art"!

Countless sword shadows streaked across the night sky like meteors, carrying a sharp killing intent as they swept towards the restrictive spirit.

The forbidden spirit had no time to dodge and was struck by the sword shadow, letting out a shrill scream before its figure gradually dissipated.

As the restrictive spirit disappeared, the light on the altar gradually dimmed.

An ancient treasure chest appeared in the center of the altar, radiating an alluring glow.

Zhuang Yu took a deep breath and slowly opened the treasure chest.

Inside the treasure chest lay a bead radiating a seven-colored light—the very treasure he had been searching for!

Just then, a figure flew over from a distance; it was Liu Feng.

When he saw the treasure in Zhuang Yu's hand, a glint of greed flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sharply, "Boy, hand over the treasure!"

Zhuang Yu sneered, his spiritual power surging in his hand, and with a palm strike, he sent Liu Feng flying.

"Unbelievable!"

Liu Feng crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

He struggled to get up, only to find that he was already seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.

Zhuang Yu ignored Liu Feng, picked up the treasure, examined it carefully, and felt the powerful force contained within it.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, his gaze falling on a tiny rune inside the orb...

"This is..." Zhuang Yu murmured to himself, "a seal?"