Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: The Perilous Path of Cultivation

No wonder the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, on his deathbed, divided a wisp of Divine Sense and sent the treasure box to this valley; it turns out that the treasure box contained such important information!

“What kind of Treasure Map is this?”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s a Treasure Map with coordinates to the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring.” Ye Feng said, “Unfortunately, it’s only one-third complete.”

“What?!”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint were greatly shocked.

Their entry into the Tianlan Immortal Realm was to search for the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring, but unexpectedly, they were ambushed by the forces of the local Immortal Realm and scattered before they could begin their search.

After fleeing into the Tianlan Forbidden Land, Jiaoyang Ancient Saint and the other four were also ambushed and scattered, with each of their whereabouts unknown.

No one knew where the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land had hidden in the Tianlan Forbidden Land for thousands of years after their separation, nor why he obtained this Treasure Map.

With a “whoosh.”

Ye Feng caught the Brahman Gold Plaque, deduced from its information, and then looked into the distance.

“This object is named the Brahman Gold Plaque and was likely found in Chaos Sky City. It was after obtaining this object that the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land was killed by the strong ones of Chaos Sky City.”

Ye Feng explained.

“If that’s the case, these two events might be related,” Jiaoyang Ancient Saint said gravely.

“Yes!” Ye Feng nodded.

“What should we do next? With only one-third of the Brahman Gold Plaque, we can’t determine the coordinates of the Immortal Spirit Holy Spring. Should we continue searching for Elder Wu Jian and Miaoyin Ancient Saint?”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint suggested.

“That is indeed my intention,” Ye Feng nodded in agreement.

“Are the venerable seniors preparing to leave?” Meng Yuan, the Clan Leader of the Meng Family Clan, asked with clasped hands.

“Yes,” Ye Feng nodded.

Meng Yuan hesitated, then said, “I respectfully bid you farewell, seniors!”

“No need for farewells,” Ye Feng responded, waving his hand, causing everyone present to freeze in surprise.

“The Meng Family Clan has merit for protecting the relics of the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land. You, this tribe, continue to stay in the Tianlan Forbidden Land, but who knows when you might be wiped out by a powerful slap. Hence, as Sect Leader, I have decided to take you with me.”

Ye Feng said with a smile.

“Ah?” Meng Yuan was first stunned, then overwhelmed with ecstasy.

In his opinion, to be able to follow Ye Feng and other Immortal Realm powerhouses would guarantee the Meng Family Clan’s return to glory.

Half an hour later.

In the sky.

With a sweep of his large sleeve, Ye Feng’s Power of Space descended, extracting the entire mountain range extending over a thousand miles below, moving it into the Misty Boundary, and casually placing it in a corner.

The Spiritual Energy in Misty Boundary was rich, free of dangers.

Here, the people of Meng Family Fortress would gradually multiply and grow stronger, becoming the indigenous people of Misty Boundary, and could also provide a certain boost to Misty Boundary.

“Let’s go!”

Ye Feng waved his hand and, following the guidance of the Locating Holy Order, flew towards the nearest set of coordinates.

Ten thousand miles away.

In a dilapidated valley.

Ye Feng, Hu Feifei, Qingyuan Ancient Saint, and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint looked down at an ancient village and saw a huge willow tree at the head of the village.

Under the tree, there sat a tragic elder who was on the brink of death.

This person had lost his left leg, was blind in his right eye, his Qi Sea was shattered, his Sea of Consciousness sustained fearsome Dao injuries, he hugged an earthen jar in his left arm, and his right hand used a rusty and spotted broken sword as a walking stick.

His appearance was as miserable as it could get.

Everyone immediately descended.

“Elder Wu Jian!”

“How did you end up like this?”

Both Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint clenched their fists, their fingers digging deeply into their palms, yet they felt nothing.

The elder raised his head, revealing a face full of scars, and with his only good eye glanced at Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint; his mouth began to twitch, followed by him kneeling on the ground and bursting into tearful wails.

“You finally came!”

Crying, Elder Wu Jian eventually lost his voice, sobbing silently, as if he had suffered enormous psychological and physical traumas.

One hour later.

At the edge of the ancient village.

Inside a shabby brown wooden house.

Everyone sat on dusty wooden stools, surrounding Grand Elder Wu Jian of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land.

“Sigh!”

Elder Wu Jian, holding the earthen jar and broken sword, his only eye filled with sorrowful memories, continuously sighed.

“Elder Wu Jian, what on earth happened?”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint put a hand on Elder Wu Jian’s shoulder, staring at the earthen jar he was holding as if thinking of something, and couldn’t help but show deep concern in his eyes.

Ye Feng sat on a wooden stool.

He could see that Elder Wu Jian had lost all his Cultivation Level, his Divine Soul had suffered Dao damage, and he had become disabled.

Of course, this is not beyond salvation.

“Let’s heal the wounds first!” Ye Feng spoke up, “And your cultivation level should also be restored.”

“Is that even possible?”

Both Jiaoyang Ancient Saint and Qingyuan Ancient Saint were very surprised.

Even Elder Wu Jian, who was devastated by grief, lifted his head and looked at Ye Feng with incredulity, finding it inconceivable.

“Of course, it’s possible,” Ye Feng said.

He formed seals with his hands, activating the Heavenly Venerable Divine Ability “Heart of Life”, condensing the robust Life Origin at his fingertips, and touched it to Elder Wu Jian’s brow.

But that was still not enough!

Ye Feng continued to form seals, casting the “Heart of Life” three more times in a row, pouring the robust Life Origin into Elder Wu Jian’s body, causing drastic changes.

First, his complexion became rosy.

Next, the removed right eye began to emit light and regrow, followed by the severed left leg also regenerating.

The shattered Qi Sea started to nurture again.

Even the depleted Sea of Consciousness burst with robust Divine Sense, swiftly returning to its peak.

In an instant,

Elder Wu Jian stood up, with the exception of his torn robes, his appearance showed no sign of injury.

“There’s still a bit more.”

Ye Feng murmured.

With one hand forming seals, he used the Heavenly Venerable Divine Ability “Hand of Myriad Transformations”, gathering a massive amount of the Power of Reality, and struck Elder Wu Jian’s brow, restoring his cultivation level.

From that moment, Elder Wu Jian was completely healed.

The aura of Saint Manifestation slowly enveloped the surroundings.

“This… This!”

“It’s simply miraculous!”

Qingyuan Ancient Saint and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint were dumbstruck.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Elder Wu Jian was also shockingly sizing himself up, as if in a dream.

“Now, can you tell us what exactly you have experienced over the years?” Ye Feng asked.

Elder Wu Jian calmed down, sat on a stool, clenched his fists tightly, and ground his teeth.

After a long while,

“After we got separated, I was pursued by three Human Immortals, but because of my strong combat abilities, even though I was only at the Peak of Saint Entry at that time, I killed all three of them,” Elder Wu Jian started recounting his experiences.

“After slaying the three Human Immortals, I gained a large amount of Immortal Elixirs and Wondrous Medicines and hid deep underground, barely surviving for three thousand years.”

“During these three thousand years, I created a Saint-level divine ability for concealing aura and disguised myself as an Immortal.”

“Afterward, relying on all assets of those three Human Immortals, as well as my own elixirs, I successfully made a breakthrough to Saint Manifestation.”

“In the time that followed, I was always searching for you within the Tianlan Forbidden Land, I knew that Jiaoyang Ancient Saint was trapped in the Heavenly Immortal Palace, and that Qingyuan Ancient Saint was confined in the Demonic Immortal Castle.”

“I wanted to rescue you, but I wasn’t strong enough.”

“As for the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land and Miaoyin Ancient Saint, they hadn’t activated their Locating Holy Orders, so I had no idea where they were.”

“I continued cultivating arduously, and after several thousand years, I finally broke through to the Peak of Saint Manifestation and felt that my strength was almost sufficient.”

“Afterward, I continued searching outside.”

“Just at that time, I accidentally encountered Miaoyin Ancient Saint!”

“Her cultivation level had actually reached the Heavenly Saint Realm.”

“After we met, we discussed methods of escaping together, and also found the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land.”

“But just then, disaster struck.”

“A Peak Heavenly Immortal took a fancy to Miaoyin Ancient Saint and wanted to forcefully marry her, but as you all know, she’s incredibly proud and naturally refused, leading to a great battle erupting on the spot.”

“Even though our divine ability to conceal our aura was exquisite, in the end, we couldn’t avoid being exposed.”

“And so, we were besieged.”

“The Master of the Wanzong Holy Land was chased by enemies and vanished without a trace, Miaoyin Ancient Saint and I fled in different directions.”

“Regrettably, we still couldn’t escape.”

“That’s roughly what happened.”

Saying this, Elder Wu Jian’s eyes filled with sorrow, and his old body trembled uncontrollably.

“So, even you don’t know where Miaoyin Ancient Saint is right now?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, quite curious.

“The Positioning Ancient Order of Miaoyin Ancient Saint seems to be nearby, not far from here,” Jiaoyang Ancient Saint interjected, pointing to his own Locating Holy Order.

“She’s here,” Elder Wu Jian slowly began, his voice filled with sorrow as he held up the earthen jar in his hands.

Everyone looked over, their pupils constricting.

An earthen jar?

An urn?!

The term crossed everyone’s mind, leaving Ye Feng, Qingyuan Ancient Saint, Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, and the others completely stunned.

“Yes, she has fallen.”

Elder Wu Jian couldn’t help but break down in tears.