Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

"How did that person manage to do it? Does he possess a special skill or a heaven-defying treasure?"

Mo Yuming asked, full of curiosity.

"He had nothing but his bare hands, yet he fought against a multitude of heroes!"

Li Xiangrong responded.

"How is this possible? How could such a person exist in the world? Why have we never heard of him before?"

Logically speaking, such a person would surely cause a sensation in the cultivation world; they could never be an unknown nobody!

Not only were Ji Xianlin and the others deeply surprised, but even Li Mubai found it somewhat unbelievable.

They had all fallen into the canyon within the last hundred years and had never heard of this before, so they were particularly surprised that there had once been such a formidable person in the canyon.

"There is indeed such a person. As for why he is not famous, according to him, his hometown is extremely remote and the people there rarely communicate with the outside world."

If it weren't for a sudden change in circumstances, he wouldn't have come to the Yingzhou Continent, nor would he have been chased and fallen into this canyon.

His appearance on the Yingzhou continent was fleeting, so very few people knew about him.

A hundred years ago, he fought me. Although I did not use my full strength, he did fight me for nearly a hundred moves without being at a disadvantage.

According to him, he created a unique cultivation method that even those without spiritual roots could practice.

Practicing this technique allows one to gather immense energy in the dantian (lower abdomen). However, this energy differs from our spiritual power; it is formless and colorless, and far more mysterious. He named this power "internal force!"

Dugu Xian walked over slowly and spoke gently.

"Internal force!"

Mo Yuming muttered to himself.

This inevitably reminded him of the martial arts he learned on Earth in his previous life.

Legend has it that martial arts masters can cultivate powerful internal energy through practice!

Could this extraordinary person also be a martial arts master who traveled from Earth?

"At that time, I had just entered the mid-stage of the Heavenly Realm and had gained new insights into cultivation. However, I did not fully understand some of the issues involved, so I discussed these issues with him in the hope of gaining some experience from him."

He didn't hold anything back and shared some of his cultivation experience with me.

I also tried to cultivate according to his method, but I discovered a fact: although one's strength would leap greatly after transforming the Spirit Sea into a Star, the path of cultivation would also be fixed, limiting one to a predetermined path with no further progress in other areas.

Dugu Xian continued slowly.

"The cultivation method he created is very special and has unique features in many aspects, but it is no longer very useful for cultivators who have already advanced to the Heavenly Rank."

"It's a pity that this cultivation method has not been passed down. If it could have spread across the mainland, it might have changed the landscape of the cultivation world."

Among ordinary people who have no hope of awakening their spiritual roots, perhaps some geniuses will emerge as a result.

Li Mubai shook his head and sighed.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. Has everyone forgotten about the 'Cave of Oblivion'?"

Li Xiangrong chuckled.

"Could it be that he left his cultivation technique there?"

Ji Xianlin asked.

"That's possible; many people in the canyon did the same thing before."

He lamented before his death that he hadn't been able to take on many disciples to pass on his skills.

Li Xiangrong replied.

What is the Forgotten River Cave?

Mo Yuming asked curiously.

"Look, do you see that mountain peak? There's a cave on the top of that peak, and that cave is called 'Wangchuan Cave'."

The final resting place of all the old people in the canyon.

Li Mubai patted Mo Yuming on the shoulder and pointed to a towering mountain peak.

Mo Yuming followed the gesture and saw a cylindrical mountain peak standing there, its summit almost touching the clouds above. The mountaintop was covered with lush, ancient pine and cypress trees. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, it seemed to exude a mysterious aura.

Upon closer inspection, this mountain peak is indeed different from other sparsely wooded cliffs and is quite easy to identify.

"If you're interested and want to find other ways before awakening your spiritual root, go to the 'Forgotten River Cave' and see if you can find anything useful, even if that guy didn't leave behind his cultivation technique."

Over the millennia, at least hundreds, if not thousands, of powerful figures must have passed away in that cave. Many of them must have left behind their profound cultivation techniques and methods.

Li Xiangrong seemed to see through Mo Yuming's thoughts and encouraged him with a smile.

"Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. Although there may be things left behind by the ancients in the cave, given your current cultivation level, you should never try to read those inheritance jade slips or spirit pearls."

Most of those things are inheritances left by people with cultivation levels above the Heavenly Rank. The inheritance information in the jade slips or spirit pearls has a strong soul power impact.

The person who receives it must be someone with spiritual cultivation.

With your strength, you simply cannot withstand their soul power impact. Once you come into contact with them, although it will not be fatal, the powerful soul power impact will quickly cause you to experience illusions and become lost in them, unable to extricate yourself.

In the end, he failed to master the profound skill, his soul was damaged, and he ended up turning himself into a fool.

Therefore, you should only try it after you have awakened your spiritual root.

This provides an extra layer of protection; even if the soul power inheritance in the jade slip is incompatible, you at least won't suffer a backlash.

Mo Yuming felt conflicted as he listened to their conversation.

The allure of the Cave of Oblivion was indeed great, but the risks involved made him hesitate.

He pondered to himself, wondering when he would be able to awaken his spiritual root, while the mysterious inheritance within the Cave of Oblivion seemed to beckon him. He fell into deep thought, unsure of what to do.

"What about that person's inheritance? Could it also involve a powerful surge of soul power?"

Hearing Li Mubai say this, Mo Yuming became somewhat worried.

"No, he is not a cultivator of profound arts, he has no soul power, and he cannot use spirit jade as a token of inheritance."

It can only be recorded through descriptions in books.

"But you should think it over carefully. That place is taboo for us old men who are still alive. No one will accompany you. You will have to go in by yourself."

Now, there are only two little devils in the entire canyon, you and the girl, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

However, the girl has already awakened her spiritual root; she doesn't need the inheritance there. Besides, that place is too... the girl is still too young; it's not suitable for her to go in.

Ji Xianlin reminded him.

"He's not very old..."

"Idiot Ah Hu scratched the back of his head and said."

Mo Yuming pondered for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he gritted his teeth and secretly decided that he must go to the Wangchuan Cave to find out if he could find the inheritance of that extraordinary person and pave a new path for his future.

"It's alright, I've already faced life-or-death situations before, what do I care about these things..."

Mo Yuming puffed out his chest and said.

He had thought it through clearly: since he was determined to become stronger, he couldn't just wait for his spiritual root to awaken.

He is now over seven years old, but his spiritual energy is pitifully thin, and he doesn't have much time left.

If he couldn't awaken his spiritual root before the age of ten, he would only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life, so he was unwilling to accept that.

Now that he has another chance to become a strongman, Mo Yuming is naturally unwilling to give it up.

"I want to go there too! I want to tell my mom that I've awakened my spiritual root!"

Xinlan said, her voice choked with emotion.

"well!"……

"I'll take you there tomorrow! Let's set off early, there's a very steep slope to climb! The cave entrance is remote, you'll have a hard time finding it!"

Qi Mei walked over, patted Xin Lan's head, and said somewhat awkwardly.

The mountain peaks looked close, but in reality, it took the three of them more than half an hour to reach the foot of the mountain after wandering around for a while.

This is a mountain peak isolated on the outside of a cliff. Although it is not very high compared to those towering cliffs, it is at least three or four hundred feet high. In the outside world, it would definitely be considered a peak.

The mountain peak has no name, but because the cave on the mountain is called "Wangchuan Cave" by the people in the valley, everyone also calls this peak Wangchuan Peak.

Like the other cliffs and precipices in the canyon, Wangchuan Peak is an exceptionally steep cliff.

The path up the mountain is an extremely narrow, winding trail; in some places, there is no path at all, and one can only climb up by relying on the surrounding rocks and vines.

Fortunately, Xinlan's maternal grandmother, Qimei, was a powerful expert at the early stage of the Heavenly Rank, and she could lend Mo Yuming a hand in some of the more difficult places to climb.

In addition, people in this world are generally physically stronger. Even a child like Mo Yuming, who has no profound cultivation, can have good physical strength and resilience, making him much more agile than Earthlings.

Although the climb was somewhat difficult, it went relatively smoothly.

Needless to say, Xinlan, although younger, has greatly improved in both strength and agility since advancing to the next level.

Climbing on these steep cliffs is as agile as a monkey, with ease and leaping, requiring virtually no help from Qimei.

As Mo Yuming climbed with all his might, he looked at Xinlan, who moved like a nimble monkey, with a mixture of admiration and envy.

Thanks to Qi Mei's help at crucial moments, he didn't fall too far behind.

The three of them slowly climbed up the narrow path and steep rock face, and after nearly an hour of climbing, they finally reached the top of the mountain.

The mountaintop is not as narrow as it appears from below; rather, it consists of three smaller peaks surrounding a small basin. This basin is over a thousand feet wide, with flat terrain, lush trees, and fragrant flowers.

Among the flowers, grass, and trees, there are small mounds of earth. Some mounds have a simple stone tablet in front of them, some have a piece of nearly rotten wooden sign, but most have nothing at all, and are almost completely hidden under the cover of grass.

These burial mounds are the final resting place for those who have died of old age in the canyon over countless years.

No one knows it, no one mourns it; it exudes a profound sense of loneliness and desolation.

Xinlan's mother's grave is under a locust tree, surrounded by a circle of red and green wildflowers.

The weeds on the grave mound had been cleared away quite cleanly, making it somewhat unique compared to other graves overgrown with weeds.

It seems that Grandma Qimei often comes here to sweep the tombs and take care of things.

Although Grandma Qimei, like other native elderly people, had lived in this isolated and small space since childhood and her thoughts were as simple as those of a child who never grew up, this did not affect her maternal instincts in the slightest.

A mother's love is no less than that of anyone else, and even though her daughter has been dead for many years, that love has not diminished in the slightest.

Mo Yuming gazed quietly at Xinlan's mother's grave, a surge of inexplicable emotion welling up within him.

In this world full of mystery and challenges, this profound maternal love is like a warm light, illuminating the softest corner of people's hearts.

Xinlan stood before her mother's grave, tears glistening in her eyes. She gently stroked the wildflowers, as if feeling her mother's warmth.

Grandma Qimei stood silently to the side, her eyes filled with longing and affection.

Xinlan arrived at her mother's grave and took out a piece of braised pork leg from her bosom. It was torn off the roe deer last night.

"Mom, eat this, it's delicious."

Because I awakened my spiritual root, all my grandparents were happy for me!

Grandma Huang personally roasted a roe deer tail for me using the refined brine invented by my brother Yuming. It was so delicious!