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

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain wind was biting.

Zhuang Yu stood before the mountain gate, his deep eyes reflecting the starry sky like two burning flames, firm and unwavering.

With a swift movement, like an arrow released from a bow, he pierced the stillness of the night and flew straight into the distance.

After bidding farewell to his fellow sect members, he embarked alone on a perilous journey to find the origins of demonic cultivation.

His figure appeared so small in the night, yet it contained an astonishing power.

As her clothes fluttered, they carried a sharp, piercing quality, as if tearing apart the dark night sky.

His gaze was sharp as he stared intently into the distance, where the demonic energy was most concentrated, and which was also his destination.

Despite the unknown dangers ahead, he felt no fear, only an unwavering belief in victory.

He sped along, crossing rolling mountains and deep canyons, finally arriving at a strange region.

The spiritual energy here seemed to have lost control, raging wildly, sometimes howling like a gale, sometimes surging like a giant wave.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.

Zhuang Yu frowned, sensing the chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy around him. He clearly realized that this was no ordinary place.

He took a deep breath, circulating his spiritual energy to form a protective barrier, attempting to cross this perilous area.

However, the moment he stepped in, a powerful storm of spiritual energy suddenly erupted, as if an invisible behemoth had opened its blood-red maw to devour him.

"boom!"

The storm was like countless sharp blades, cutting his body ruthlessly. The powerful impact tossed him about, and his body was uncontrollably swept into the center of the storm.

He was like a small boat in a stormy sea, in danger of being torn to pieces at any moment.

Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth and desperately circulated the spiritual energy within his body, trying to stabilize his body and resist the raging storm.

His face was contorted with pain, veins bulged on his forehead, sweat dripped like rain, and his body was already covered in wounds from the spiritual energy storm, his clothes were tattered, and blood slowly seeped from his wounds.

He was like a warrior fighting a bloody battle, struggling forward in the raging storm, each step seeming so heavy.

Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment. He couldn't fall here. The root of the demonic cultivation had not yet been found, and he absolutely could not give up halfway.

He must traverse this region to find the true source of the demonic cultivation and completely eradicate this malignant tumor threatening the cultivation world.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a dazzling light ahead, a light that shone like a lighthouse in the darkness, emanating a chilling aura.

He endured the excruciating pain in his body, looking towards the direction of the light, his eyes filled with longing and doubt, and murmured softly, "This is..."

The light drew closer and closer, and it turned out to be a jade pendant emitting a faint golden glow.

The jade pendant floated in mid-air, slowly rotating, like a star, releasing a gentle yet firm power.

Zhuang Yu's heart stirred. He felt that the jade pendant contained a familiar yet powerful force, which seemed to resonate with something within his body.

He reached out with difficulty, trying to touch the jade pendant, but found that the jade pendant seemed to have eyes and flew into his hand on its own.

In an instant, a warm power surged into his body from the jade pendant, rapidly healing his injuries.

He felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if he were under the warm sun, and all his fatigue and pain vanished.

He tried to channel his spiritual energy into the jade pendant, and the pendant emitted an even brighter light, forming a golden barrier that firmly protected him.

The originally violent storm of spiritual energy could not shake the barrier in the slightest.

As Zhuang Yu felt the power emanating from the jade pendant, a confident smile appeared on his lips.

Without further hesitation, he strode forward into the heart of the storm.

This time, he felt no resistance whatsoever. The spiritual energy storm brushed against his body like a gentle breeze, causing no harm whatsoever.

He traversed the dangerous area with ease, as if walking on flat ground.

When he stepped out of the range of the spiritual energy storm, the scene before him suddenly opened up.

A vast forest appeared before them, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, blocking out the sun, and a strong smell of blood permeating the air.

Just as he had gained his footing, a deafening roar suddenly rang out.

A monstrous beast, several meters tall, appeared before him like a small mountain. Its body was covered in black scales, and its eyes were bloodshot, radiating a bloodthirsty light.

The monster roared and pounced on Zhuang Yu, brandishing its enormous claws.

Each swing of its claws carried immense power, snapping the surrounding trees in half with a loud cracking sound.

Zhuang Yu dared not take the attack head-on. He dodged the monster's attack with a flash, like a ghost.

With his agile movements, he constantly moved around amidst the attacks of the demonic beasts, searching for their weaknesses.

As he dodged, he observed and discovered that although the monster was huge and incredibly strong, it was relatively slow and seemed to be afraid of the jade pendant in his hand.

Just as he was about to retaliate, a gentle figure suddenly flashed through his mind—Wang Yao's smile, as warm as a spring breeze. He murmured to himself, "She..."

Zhuang Yu's mind was filled with Wang Yao's bright smile, which swept over his heart like a spring breeze, dispelling the fatigue brought on by the battle.

Her gentle words were like a clear spring, nourishing his heart.

A warm current flowed through his body, and he felt a powerful force rising from his dantian, as if a long-awaited rain had filled him up.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly dodging the monster's claws. With a backhand strike, a sharp sword aura slashed through the sky, heading straight for the monster.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, carrying a sharpness that cut through the air, leaving afterimages in the sky, as if it wanted to tear apart this dark sky.

Zhuang Yu's attacks became even more ferocious, each move containing immense power. He seemed to have transformed into a sharp sword, ready to cut through all obstacles in his path.

He moved with lightning speed, his sword energy crisscrossing, each attack carrying the force of thunder, forcing the demonic beasts to retreat repeatedly.

He had only one thought in his mind: to deal with the demonic beasts in front of him as soon as possible, to completely eradicate the root of the demonic cultivators, and to return to Wang Yao's side as soon as possible to reunite with her.

However, the demonic beast was, after all, a creature corrupted by evil, and its power far exceeded that of ordinary demonic beasts. Its attacks became increasingly fierce, and each swing of its claws carried a powerful force, snapping the surrounding trees in half.

Zhuang Yu's spiritual energy was being depleted too quickly, and his body began to show signs of fatigue, causing his movements to gradually become sluggish.

He felt increasing pressure from his surroundings, as if he were trapped in a quagmire and unable to escape.

The beast's claws, gleaming with a chilling light, relentlessly attacked him, and he could only barely dodge them with his astonishing speed and agile movements.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The monster's claws struck the ground repeatedly, each strike causing the earth to tremble, raising dust and filling the air with a strong stench of blood.

Zhuang Yu also had several wounds on his body, and blood slowly seeped out from the wounds.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his body, and desperately circulated the spiritual energy within his body.

He knew he had to persevere and couldn't afford to fall here.

He still had many things to do. He couldn't let Wang Yao down, and he couldn't allow the demonic cultivators to continue to harm the cultivation world.

His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, and his heart was filled with an indomitable will.

Just as he was about to be hit by the monster's attack, he suddenly noticed that the scales on the monster's belly seemed to be thinner than those on other parts of the body.

His eyes narrowed, as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

A thought struck him, and he concentrated his remaining spiritual power, preparing to launch a fatal attack...

"It...its weakness is..."

A glint flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes as he spotted the relatively thin scale on the monster's belly. He poured all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the longsword in his hand like a flood bursting its banks.

The sword hummed, emitting a dazzling light, like a sun about to explode, containing world-destroying power.

With a roar, he leaped into the air, his figure like a bolt of lightning, rushing straight towards the demonic beast.

"cut!"

With a roar, his longsword, imbued with a sharp aura, slashed through the air, heading straight for the monster's belly.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The monster seemed to realize the danger, letting out a roar and desperately trying to dodge, but it was ultimately too slow.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced the monster's abdomen as easily as cutting through tofu, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding ground red.

The monster let out a shrill scream, and its massive body collapsed like a mountain, kicking up clouds of dust.

As the dust settled, Zhuang Yu stood proudly beside the monster's corpse, long sword in hand.

He was dressed in rags and covered in wounds, but his eyes were incredibly determined, and a victorious smile played on his lips.

A sense of pride welled up within me.

However, he did not let down his guard.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his spiritual energy, and slowly walked forward.

He could feel that as he went deeper, the demonic energy around him became more and more concentrated, and the evil aura became stronger and stronger.

He knew he was getting closer and closer to the root of demonic cultivation.

He walked through dense forests and across rugged mountain paths, and everything around him became eerie and strange.

The ancient trees twisted into all sorts of bizarre shapes, like menacing demons, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.

His brows were furrowed. He could sense that countless dangers lurked around him, and any carelessness could plunge him into utter ruin.

Suddenly, he stopped and stared intently ahead.

A powerful aura emanated from afar, like a monstrous wave, making him feel suffocated.

He could sense that a far more powerful being lurked there, a being capable of threatening his life.

He gripped the longsword tightly, his spiritual energy coursing through his body, but he showed no fear. His heart was filled with an unwavering belief in victory. To completely eradicate the demonic cultivators and to protect the peace of the cultivation world, he would never back down.

"This aura, could it be..." Zhuang Yu was about to say something when he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly. A cold aura, like a venomous snake, slowly coiled around his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

His gaze sharpened, and he looked up abruptly, only to see a pair of scarlet eyes gleaming in the darkness, like two bloodthirsty rubies.