The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

In this underground palace, what makes him so cautious? Don’t tell me it’s some incredible creature; only "people" can make him react this way.

Sure enough, Changtian’s tone was much more composed as he reached out to her and said, "Come." She obediently reached her hand over and felt him grip it tightly, sensing his hidden anger. They had been close for a long time, and she was very familiar with his body language, knowing that he often kept a straight face in the God Demon Prison, but when he had something on his mind, his index finger would rhythmically tap on the table. Now, he was lightly stroking the back of her hand in a similarly rhythmic manner.

Next, the two entered another stone chamber. This one wasn’t as spacious as the Sacrificial Pit, but resembled a place for washing and slaughtering. In simple terms, it was like a slaughterhouse, where many tools were placed in the corners—axes, chisels, knives, spikes—all crafted from Black Stone. Although the crafting style appeared straightforward and rough, she found the method of shaping them very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

She wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly from not far in the darkness, there was a faint rustling sound.

For ordinary people, it would still be silent all around, but she and Changtian could hear a strange sound emanating twenty meters away, like rainwater hitting the ground, or spring silkworms chewing on mulberry leaves, tiny yet incessant.

Judging by the noise alone, it was clear that the number of monsters patrolling outside was quite large.

The two concealed their breath, and the creatures crawling in the darkness couldn’t detect them. If they wanted to avoid them intentionally, they certainly could, but Changtian raised an eyebrow and walked forward with large strides—despite saying he had no curiosity, it wasn’t entirely the case. After three thousand years apart, he seemed eager to see what the Mountain Anchor looked like.

The Firefly Grass in her hand soon attracted an uninvited guest. The first Mountain Anchor quickly appeared, struck by the light and rendered visible.

This creature was indeed as large as a horse, shaped like an ant, with antennae on its head, six legs, and even its abdomen divided into two segments like an ant. However, it was completely dark and shiny, with sharp spines on the sides of its abdomen, moving smoothly and swiftly.

The most terrifying thing was, this fellow had the typical ant chewing mouthparts. On a miniature ant, such mouthparts would be fine, but magnified over a hundred times, they looked both disgusting and frightening.

Fortunately, Ning Xiaoxian was used to living in the Bashe Forest, where there were no shortage of Ant Demons, some even heftier and uglier than this fellow.

But now, in her Divine Thought, it appeared that the Mountain Anchor was wrapped in a thick dark aura throughout its entire body, evidently tainted by the Evil Qi here, perhaps mutated to a significant degree. Were a cultivator to engage with it, an incautious injury from its claws might cause the Evil Qi to penetrate through the wound, making life worse than death.

No one knows how many years this underground palace had remained dark, and when this Mountain Anchor suddenly saw the light, it was startled and froze in place. Only when a group of Mountain Anchors emerged behind it, repeatedly pushing it forward, did it snap back to reality and charge forward!

No matter what it is, bite it down and swallow first!

Ning Xiaoxian held the Firefly Grass, her expression indifferent, even as the Mountain Anchor lunged close enough for her to sense the bloody scent from its mouth, she did not pay attention. Indeed, in the next instant, with a light "whoosh" sound, the Mountain Anchor was instantly bound by a flashing golden light and was flung away.

Changtian held her delicate palm with his left hand, and his feet continued forward, while his right hand gathered, extending the large sleeve to reveal a flickering golden light like a spirit snake dancing, closely guarding the two.

Her eyesight, now vastly improved, allowed her to discern that this was a whip formed by his Divine Power, each strike having substance, bringing out the short, swift sound of breaking air like "whoosh," "whoosh." The Mountain Anchor advancing first was whipped away, supplemented by another strike in mid-air, immediately causing it to shatter, directly exploding from its most fragile joints, with its head, abdomen, and six limbs falling in different directions.

Even though ten or so Mountain Anchors tried to assault from different directions, with two of the most cunning climbing on the ceiling for a surprise attack, Changtian did not raise his head, yet the golden whip in his hand seemed to have eyes, addressing each in turn.

His movements became even more efficient, dealing with each Mountain Anchor with just one whip, sending it tumbling horizontally like a rolling gourd, severing heads and legs, using force cleverly and precisely, wasting no extra effort. His actions were unhurried, as if strolling leisurely, yet no Mountain Anchor managed to get within seven meters of them. Ning Xiaoxian thought that if she were dealing with these giant insects on open ground, she would certainly handle them with ease, but handling them as adeptly as he did was far beyond her reach.