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

Zhuang Yu tentatively sent a wisp of spiritual energy toward the invisible barrier. However, the moment the spiritual energy touched the barrier, it was bounced back as if it had hit a copper wall or an iron wall, causing his arm to go slightly numb.

Wang Yao looked at him worriedly and whispered, "Brother Zhuang Yu, be careful!" The air around them seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure enveloped the two of them.

This mysterious power was like an insurmountable barrier, separating them from the treasure. Zhuang Yu frowned, thinking to himself, "It seems that this final test is not simple."

Suddenly, the barrier shone brightly, and beams of light shot out like arrows toward Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao.

With lightning speed, Zhuang Yu pulled Wang Yao behind him and used his body to block most of the attack.

The sharp beam of light tore through his clothes, leaving several bloody marks on his body.

"Brother Zhuang Yu!" Wang Yao exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at his wounds with heartache.

Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and whispered to comfort him, "It's nothing, just a minor injury." While fending off the beams of light, he tried to observe their trajectories, attempting to find a pattern.

However, these beams were extremely fast and attacked from tricky angles, making it difficult for him to defend himself for a while.

A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the two of them, the beam attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Zhuang Yu sustained more and more wounds.

Wang Yao gripped his sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly sensed that the attacks of these beams were not entirely chaotic; he seemed to have caught a faint pattern in them…

His eyes narrowed, and he whispered, "Yao'er, don't be afraid..."

Zhuang Yu's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's. He discovered that the attack trajectories of these beams were not completely random, but followed a certain pattern, like the rotation of stars, repeating endlessly.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and focused all his attention on the trajectory of the beam of light.

At first, he could barely dodge a few beams of light, but as his understanding of the patterns deepened, his movements became smoother and more natural.

His figure was elusive, weaving through the beams of light like a ghost. Those originally sharp beams of light now seemed to have become playthings in his hands, manipulated at will.

As Wang Yao watched Zhuang Yu calmly deal with the attacks, her initial worry gradually gave way to admiration.

She knew that Zhuang Yu had once again demonstrated his exceptional abilities.

He always manages to find a way out of desperate situations and turn danger into safety.

Once he identified the pattern, Zhuang Yu stopped passively defending and began to take the initiative.

He mobilized all his spiritual power, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations. A dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, transforming into a golden dragon that roared as it charged toward the invisible barrier.

The moment the golden dragon collided with the barrier, a deafening roar erupted, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble.

The barrier shook violently, its light flickering, as if it might collapse at any moment. Zhuang Yu's eyes narrowed.

With a crisp "crack!", a crack appeared on the barrier.

"Crack! Crack!" The cracks multiplied and grew larger until finally, the barrier shattered and dissipated into starlight.

A powerful force surged out from behind the barrier, pushing Zhuang Yu and Wang Yao out.

They steadied themselves and stared intently at what lay behind the barrier.

There, floating, is an ancient book and a sword gleaming with a cold light.

Zhuang Yu reached out and beckoned, and the books and sword flew into his hand.

He carefully examined the two treasures, and an overwhelming excitement welled up inside him.

He knew that this was the lost martial arts technique and powerful magic weapon he had been searching for!

He turned to look at Wang Yao, a confident smile on his face: "Yao'er, we succeeded!"

However, at this moment, something changed suddenly.

The ground began to shake violently, and an even more powerful force surged from the depths of the earth...

Zhuang Yu's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "This is not good..."

The ground cracked, and deep fissures spread out like a spider web.

The violent energy transformed into a hurricane, sweeping away everything around it.

The sand and stones flew, obscuring the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Zhuang Yu shielded Wang Yao behind him, narrowed his eyes, and stared directly at the swirling energy vortex in front of him.

"It seems this is the real test." A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Just then, the mysterious space within Zhuang Yu's dantian trembled slightly, and a strange energy surged into his meridians, quickly flowing throughout his body.

This energy was warm and powerful, making him feel full of power, as if he could destroy everything.

"Come on!" Zhuang Yu roared to the sky, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a golden light, rushing into the energy vortex.

The violent energy surged through his body, yet it could not shake him in the slightest.

He stood firm in the storm like a war god, wielding his sword to shatter the energy.

Each of his sword strikes contained earth-shattering power; wherever the sword light touched, space trembled and energy dissipated.

His figure was agile, his movements fluid and graceful, like a magnificent dance, yet full of ruthless decisiveness.

Wang Yao stood aside, watching Zhuang Yu fight valiantly in the energy storm, her eyes filled with admiration and worry.

She gripped the magical artifact tightly in her hand, silently praying that Zhuang Yu would return safely.

As time went by, the power of the energy storm gradually weakened, and the golden light on Zhuang Yu's body became increasingly dazzling.

The sword in his hand emitted bursts of dragon roars, as if a golden dragon was flying in the air, completely tearing apart the last energy storm.

"It's over." Zhuang Yu landed slowly, the golden light around him gradually dissipating, revealing his slightly tired but confident face.

Wang Yao ran forward excitedly and hugged him tightly, her eyes glistening with tears: "Brother Zhuang Yu, I'm so glad you're alright!"

Zhuang Yu gently patted her back and said softly, "Don't worry, I promised you I would always protect you."

He walked toward the floating cultivation techniques and magical artifacts, first picking up the ancient book and opening the first page. A vast amount of knowledge flooded into his mind, deepening his understanding of cultivation.

Then, he picked up the gleaming sword and handed it to Wang Yao: "Yao'er, this is what we got together. You can keep it."

Wang Yao took the sword, her eyes filled with emotion. She hugged Zhuang Yu tightly, and at that moment, she was filled with warmth and happiness.

"Let's go." Zhuang Yu took Wang Yao's hand and turned to walk towards the exit.

"Wait..." Wang Yao suddenly stopped, pointed to a corner in the distance that was shimmering with light, and whispered, "There...it seems like there's something there..."

Zhuang Yu, holding Wang Yao's hand, took the final step out of the ruins.

At that very moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth in the clear sky, auspicious clouds surged, and thousands of auspicious wisps appeared, as if heaven and earth were cheering for their success.

A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from Zhuang Yu. He felt his meridians flowing freely, his spiritual energy surging like a river, and his cultivation level rose to a higher level without him even realizing it.

He gripped the martial arts manual tightly, a confident smile curving his lips.

This long-lost cultivation technique, combined with that incomparably powerful magic weapon, is enough to make him run rampant in the cultivation world!

He turned to look at Wang Yao, and saw that her pretty face was also filled with a joyful smile, her eyes sparkling and radiant.

"Yao'er, let's go." Zhuang Yu took Wang Yao's hand, preparing to leave this perilous ruin.

However, just as they were about to leave, a dark figure swept in from afar like lightning and instantly blocked their path.

The figure was dressed in black, its face hidden under a bamboo hat, making it impossible to see its features, but the chilling aura emanating from it sent shivers down one's spine.

"Leave the treasure behind, and I'll spare your lives!" The shadowy figure's voice was hoarse, as if it came from the deepest hell.

Zhuang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, "It seems trouble is brewing." He shielded Wang Yao behind him, stared coldly at the man in black, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

The man in black let out a chilling laugh: "A dying man has no need to know so much." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly attacked, and a fierce palm wind swept towards Zhuang Yu like a tidal wave.

Zhuang Yu dared not be negligent and quickly circulated his spiritual power to defend himself with his sword.

With a loud clang, the two powerful forces collided, creating a violent shockwave that uprooted the surrounding trees, sending sand and stones flying and blotting out the sun.

"Interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, clearly not expecting Zhuang Yu to be so strong.

He attacked again, his palm strikes even more ferocious and faster.

Zhuang Yu dared not take the attack head-on and could only dodge continuously.

He dodged the attacks from the men in black while searching for an opportunity to retaliate.

He knew that if he couldn't get rid of the man in black quickly, both he and Wang Yao would be in danger.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from afar, followed by several figures descending from the sky and surrounding the man in black.

"Stop!" one of them shouted sternly.

The man in black frowned, stopped his attack, turned to look at the newcomers, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"We are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, ordered to arrest you!" The leader drew his long sword, pointed it at the man in black, and said sternly, "You dare to trespass on the forbidden area of ​​our Heavenly Sword Sect, your crime is unforgivable!"

The man in black sneered, "Heavenly Sword Sect? Hmph, nothing but a rabble!" He flashed away, transforming into a black shadow, and fled into the distance.

"Chase!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect gave chase.

Watching this scene, Zhuang Yu thought to himself, "The Heavenly Sword Sect? It seems the waters of the cultivation world run deeper than I imagined..."

He took Wang Yao's hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Wang Yao suddenly stopped and pointed to a corner in the distance that was shimmering with light, "there..."