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

Zhuang Yu moved through the tents like a ghost, the heavy breathing and low conversations of the demonic cultivators filling his ears.

He carefully suppressed his aura to the extreme, like a ghost blending into the night, silently approaching the camp where the demonic cultivators had gathered.

By the faint firelight outside the tent, he saw several demonic cultivators sitting together with solemn expressions, seemingly discussing something.

Their voices were deep and hoarse, sending chills down your spine like the hiss of a venomous snake.

Zhuang Yu's heart pounded like a deafening drumbeat. He held his breath and slowly approached, hoping to glean some useful information.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making him feel nauseous, but he forced himself to endure the discomfort and pressed his ear close to the crack in the tent.

"We must act quickly; we can't let these human cultivators continue to be so arrogant!" a hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of ruthlessness.

“That’s right, Lord Blood Demon is in seclusion. We cannot let him down!” another voice echoed, its tone filled with killing intent.

Zhuang Yu's pupils contracted slightly as he realized that the demonic cultivators seemed to be plotting an even bigger conspiracy.

He was about to continue eavesdropping when a strong sense of crisis welled up inside him.

"Who's there?" A sharp voice pierced the night sky, like a claw striking Zhuang Yu's eardrums.

Zhuang Yu's heart sank; he knew he had been exposed.

Without further hesitation, he flashed backward.

However, a blood-red figure appeared before him like a ghost.

"Hmph, how dare you eavesdrop on our conversation! You're incredibly audacious!" A cruel smile appeared on the Blood Demon's ferocious face. He raised his blood-red palm and slammed it down on Zhuang Yu.

The blood-red palm print rapidly enlarged in the air, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, and crashed down on Zhuang Yu like a mountain.

Zhuang Yu's expression changed. He felt an unprecedentedly powerful force, the pressure of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, which he could not easily resist.

He dared not be careless and hurriedly circulated his spiritual power, condensing a thick spiritual power shield in front of him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the blood-red palm print slammed heavily onto the spiritual energy shield, instantly bursting forth with dazzling light.

The shield trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth and kept channeling his spiritual energy into the shield, trying his best to keep it running. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned pale.

The surrounding demonic cultivators, seeing this scene, all gathered around, their faces contorted with savage grins, as if watching a captivating spectacle.

The Blood Demon's attacks came like a storm, each strike carrying astonishing power.

Zhuang Yu was forced into a series of defeats and faced imminent danger. He could feel his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted, and he had to find a way to escape his predicament.

"Hmph, your strength is nothing special!" Blood Demon let out a disdainful snort, and his attacks became even more ferocious, giving Zhuang Yu no chance to catch his breath.

Zhuang Yu stared intently at the Blood Demon, his eyes flashing with resentment. A barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips before his figure vanished from the spot, as if merging into the void.

Blood Demon's attack missed, and he frowned slightly as he suddenly sensed an unusual aura.

"This is..." the Blood Demon muttered to himself. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and a look of horror appeared on his face. He took a step back, his eyes fixed on what lay ahead...

Blood Demon's face instantly turned ashen. He sensed the powerful aura emanating from Zhuang Yu and felt a chill run down his spine.

Just now, Zhuang Yu used the rare resources in the mysterious space to greatly enhance his strength in a short period of time.

His spiritual power became even more vigorous, and his aura underwent a tremendous change.

"How is this possible?" the Blood Demon roared, his voice filled with obvious panic.

He couldn't believe that his opponent, whom he had easily suppressed not long ago, had become so powerful in such a short time.

A cold smile appeared in Zhuang Yu's eyes. He stared coldly at the Blood Demon, his lips slightly raised, and said coldly, "Your life ends here today!" With that, he flashed forward and pounced on the Blood Demon like a cheetah.

Each of his punches contained powerful spiritual energy, as if cracks were being torn open in the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Unable to withstand the attack, the Blood Demon could only retreat repeatedly. He waved his blood-red hands, trying to block Zhuang Yu's attack, but each time he was forcefully pushed away by Zhuang Yu's power.

Under Zhuang Yu's continuous attacks, cracks gradually appeared on the Blood Demon's shield, and the fear on his face became more and more obvious.

"Damn it!" Blood Demon cursed inwardly. He roared in frustration and tried to fight back, but Zhuang Yu's attacks were like a storm, giving him no chance to breathe.

The Blood Demon's shield finally collapsed before his eyes. He felt a strong shockwave of spiritual energy rushing towards him, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The moment the Blood Demon fell to the ground, Ghost One and Ghost Two were horrified and hurriedly attacked Zhuang Yu from both sides.

Ghost One brandished his jet-black longsword, while Ghost Two shot out streaks of green light from his fingertips. Their attacks were infused with dense demonic energy, as they attempted to kill Zhuang Yu in one fell swoop.

Zhuang Yu remained calm and composed, his figure moving like a ghost in the night, nimbly dodging Ghost One's longsword and Ghost Two's green light.

He waited for an opportunity, then suddenly turned around, slapping Ghost One in the chest with one hand and kicking Ghost Two hard in the abdomen with the other.

"Ah!" Ghost One and Ghost Two groaned in pain at the same time. Their shields were instantly shattered by Zhuang Yu's powerful spiritual energy. The two flew backward like kites with broken strings, landing next to the Blood Demon. They rolled on the ground in pain, and the demon cultivators began to panic.

"Zhuang Yu, you..." Blood Demon gritted his teeth.

A gentle smile appeared on Zhuang Yu's face. His gaze swept across the battlefield and looked into the distance. He murmured to himself, "Yao'er, you've finally come..." Wang Yao ran all the way, her heart pounding. She rushed towards the demonic cultivator camp without regard for anything else, with only one thought in her mind: to find Zhuang Yu and make sure he was safe and sound.

The heavy smell of blood and demonic energy made her want to vomit, but she dared not stop. Her slender figure darted through the night like a nimble swallow, avoiding the patrolling demonic cultivators.

Finally, she saw that familiar figure, fighting a bloody battle against three opponents.

Zhuang Yu's figure appeared and disappeared in the firelight, each move he made was as powerful as thunder, like a god descending to earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Wang Yao had never seen him so heroic before. Her eyes shone with admiration, and a strange flutter rose in her heart.

She rushed towards him without hesitation and hugged him tightly.

"Zhuang Yu!" Wang Yao's voice trembled, with a hint of crying.

Zhuang Yu felt her soft body, and a warm current surged in his heart, mixed with a trace of desire.

He wrapped his arms around Wang Yao tightly, greedily inhaling her fragrance, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.

The surrounding demonic cultivators burst into laughter upon seeing this, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

"Oh, a hero saving a damsel in distress, how touching!" Gui Yi said sarcastically, his tone full of mockery.

"What a pity, the beauty is about to perish!" Gui Er echoed, a cruel smile on his face.

The Blood Demon saw Wang Yao arrive.

He flashed behind Wang Yao, grabbed her by the neck, and held her hostage.

"Zhuang Yu, your little lover is in my hands now. If you dare to make any rash moves, I will make sure she dies a horrible death!" The Blood Demon's voice was like that of a demon from hell, carrying a chilling aura.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yu was extremely anxious.

He had to protect Wang Yao while also dealing with the Blood Demon's attacks, putting him in a very difficult situation.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

"Let her go!" Zhuang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded beast letting out a low growl.

Blood Demon sneered and exerted a little force in his hand. Wang Yao's face instantly turned pale, and her breathing became rapid.

"Zhuang Yu, aren't you very powerful? Come on, come and save her!" The Blood Demon's tone was full of provocation.

Zhuang Yu stared intently at the Blood Demon, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right hand...

"What do you want to do?" Blood Demon noticed Zhuang Yu's unusual behavior and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in his palm, as if a star had fallen and condensed into a pillar of light.

With a sudden swing, the beam of light transformed into a sharp blade of light, shooting straight towards the Blood Demon.

The light blade tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The Blood Demon dodged in panic, but the light blade was as fast as lightning and struck the Blood Demon's right arm precisely. The Blood Demon screamed, and the strength in his hand instantly weakened, allowing Wang Yao to break free of her restraints and stagger back a few steps, panting.

"Yao'er, step back!" Zhuang Yu shouted, shielding Wang Yao behind him, his figure suddenly becoming tall and majestic.

His spiritual power surged forth like a tide, instantly forming a massive spiritual shield that protected the two of them.

The surrounding demonic cultivators felt this powerful pressure and retreated, their faces filled with terror.

A fierce glint flashed across Blood Demon's face, but he dared not approach easily.

He forced himself to calm down and secretly pondered a solution.

However, Zhuang Yu's gaze never left him, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like an angry lion ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

"You ants, get out of my way!" Zhuang Yu's voice echoed through the camp like a booming bell, making the eardrums of the surrounding demonic cultivators ache.

The spiritual energy fluctuations around him grew stronger and stronger, as if he controlled the entire space. Under his pressure, the demonic cultivators all showed fear and dared not make any rash moves.

"Blood Demon, today is your end!" Zhuang Yu sneered, waving his hands, and spiritual power poured out like a river, forming a series of storm-like attacks that swept towards the surrounding demonic cultivators.

The demonic cultivators were thrown about by the sudden and powerful force, leaving them in a sorry state. Several early-stage Core Formation cultivators were even blasted away on the spot, spitting out blood.

Seeing this, Blood Demon was terrified. He knew he couldn't fight Zhuang Yu alone, so he quickly gave Ghost One and Ghost Two a wink. The three of them quickly formed a battle formation and tried to fight back together.

However, Zhuang Yu's spiritual power had reached a new level. He seemed to have transformed into an unparalleled god, and all resistance seemed so powerless in front of him.

"Stop dreaming!" Zhuang Yu's voice resounded through the camp like thunder. He flashed and reappeared in front of the Blood Demon. His fist was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying unparalleled power, and struck the Blood Demon's chest.

The Blood Demon screamed in agony as he was violently sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Upon witnessing this scene, the demonic cultivators completely lost their will to fight and scattered in all directions.

A cold smile flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes. He gently patted Wang Yao's shoulder and said softly, "Yao'er, you rest here for a while. I'll go search again."

Zhuang Yu's figure once again blended into the night and disappeared into the depths of the camp, leaving Wang Yao standing there, her heart filled with both worry and gratitude.

Meanwhile, the Blood Demon in the distance, a venomous glint in his eyes, murmured, "You won't always be this lucky..."