Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Jun Luochuan stared intently at the beam of light that poured down from the top of the trap like a divine gift, and a burning hope instantly ignited in his heart.

He gasped for breath, his breathing like the labored groan of a broken bellows, trying to calm his heart pounding like a drumbeat. At this moment, his body was exhausted to the limit, as if all his strength had been drained, every muscle groaning in pain, but his eyes remained as firm as iron, without the slightest wavering.

"I must find a way out! Even if it means searching to the ends of the earth, I will never give in!" Jun Luochuan roared to himself from the depths of his heart, his voice seemingly able to pierce through the endless darkness.

He raised his head, his sharp, hawk-like eyes carefully observing his surroundings, his brain working like a supercomputer at breakneck speed.

"If I could climb to the top as nimbly as a monkey, maybe I could escape this damned cage from there!" he muttered to himself, his voice unusually clear in the silent trap.

However, the walls of the trap were as slippery as if coated with a thick layer of grease, offering him no support for climbing.

"What should we do? Are we really going to be trapped here and die?" Jun Luochuan frowned, his brows like two intertwined chains, lost in deep thought, looking like a traveler lost in a maze.

Just when he felt as if he were in boundless darkness and at his wit's end, suddenly, a thought as brilliant as a star flashed through his mind.

"That's right! How could I be so stupid? I can weave a life-saving rope with tough vines!" Jun Luochuan shouted excitedly, his voice like a thunderclap suddenly sounding in the darkness.

He recalled glimpsing some thick and incredibly tough vines, like pythons, by the roadside before venturing into this dangerous valley.

"But how can I break these stubborn vines in this desolate place without the right tools?" The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in his heart seemed about to be extinguished in the face of cruel reality.

Jun Luochuan once again fell into a deep, stagnant state of mind.

At that moment, his gaze inadvertently fell on the gleaming sword in his hand.

"Perhaps I can use this sword, which has accompanied me through countless battles, to cut these vines." Jun Luochuan pondered to himself, his eyes regaining their jewel-like brilliance.

He made up his mind, no longer hesitated, and immediately put it into action.

Jun Luochuan dragged his exhausted body, which seemed to be crushed by a thousand-pound burden, and slowly moved towards the entrance of the valley.

Along the way, he proceeded with the caution of a sapper navigating a minefield, avoiding all the potential dangers that might lurk beneath the surface.

Finally, he found the vines that snaked like giant green pythons.

Jun Luochuan used the last bit of strength he had left to swing his sword and slash at the vines again and again.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls from a broken string, and his arms ached from the excessive exertion, as if they were being pierced by countless steel needles.

But he had no intention of giving up, like an indomitable warrior, and finally cut down enough vines.

Carrying these hard-won vines, Jun Luochuan staggered back to the suffocating trap and began to concentrate on weaving a rope.

Although his hands trembled like leaves in the wind, his movements were very skillful, like those of an experienced craftsman.

After a period of arduous and persistent effort, the rope was finally woven into a dragon of hope.

Jun Luochuan tied one end of the rope tightly to the loose rock, gripping the other end like a lifeline. He took a deep breath and began to carefully attempt to climb...

End of this chapter