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[Dungeon Card (Black) (Single): Immortal Path]

[Instructions: After using this card, you will enter the Immortal Road dungeon world. There are multiple ways to become an immortal in this world. You can pass the level by reaching the immortal world through any of the ways. After passing the level, all the cultivation points you have obtained will be retained.

Please note that this instance generally takes a long time and is full of dangerous factors. Those with insufficient lifespan and weak strength should be careful when entering. 】

At this moment, Wang Zhifan's figure has disappeared from the villa room, entered the special book he chose, and appeared in the green mountains and waters full of oriental classical beauty.

The reason why he chose this copy was that he wanted to save time and ensure that he could pass the level at any time, and at the same time, the upper limit of the copy would not be too low.

Although the description of this copy clearly mentioned that it would take a long time and did not seem to meet his requirements, but considering his extremely strong strength and the requirement of "reaching the fairyland", it could be said to be very suitable for him. Theoretically, he could pass the copy immediately after entering it. With his power of time and space, finding a fairyland would be too easy.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan stood among the green mountains and clear waters and sensed carefully. Within two seconds, he raised his sight, looking through the bright sunshine and white clouds, and gazed up at the sky, smiling and thinking:

"As I expected, with my power of time and space, I found the location of the fairyland as soon as I came in. I can travel there with just a little effort. It's easy to pass through."

After confirming that he could clear this cheap copy at any time, Wang Zhifan did not plan to go to the fairyland or the vicinity of the fairyland immediately. His purpose of playing special copies has never been for a mere clearance reward, but to seek myth points.

However, after being continuously targeted by Super Game, he has lost his idea of ​​how to get the myth points. He can only take it one step at a time. If he feels that this copy is not good, he will pass it as soon as possible and move on to the next one. He should find out as soon as possible the extent of the restrictions that Super Game has imposed on him.

Reaching out of his pocket and taking out a very small mythical hourglass, Wang Zhifan confirmed that the deadline it represented was still relatively far away. He then summoned his old friend Red Deer Horse and rode along the mountain path where he had descended, at a relatively slow pace, as if he were a knight traveling around the mountains and enjoying the scenery.

Before entering this dungeon, he changed his attire with a variety of masks, and looked like a young swordsman in green. This could be considered as a true portrayal of himself. After all, from a player's professional perspective, he is indeed a swordsman, it's just that his strength exceeds the standard by a little bit.

"It feels like the sand in the hourglass has slowed down significantly after entering the dungeon world? Could it be because the dungeon's space-time has been compressed?"

While riding his red deer horse on the mountain path, Wang Zhifan was pondering the mythical hourglass in his hand. He never slackened his attention on this thing, hoping to discover more of its secrets. Now he has seen a little bit, which means that he will have more time left in the copy, and he will probably return to his original speed after he leaves the copy.

After walking on the mountain path for a while, the dungeon NPCs began to appear one after another. However, the pace of this dungeon seemed to be slower than other black dungeons. The first one to appear in Wang Zhifan's field of vision was an old man carrying firewood. He looked like an ordinary person without any extraordinary powers.

"There is a world where mortals live, and then mortals want to find the way to become immortals. This is basically the setting. I guess we will encounter various different practitioners later on."

Passing by an old man carrying firewood on his shoulder while riding a majestic red deer horse on the mountain path, Wang Zhifan pondered in his mind and began to think about how to create myth points in this world, that is, to complete a high-level hidden task, and under the premise that the Extraordinary Game deliberately restricted him.

In fact, there is a very pessimistic possibility, that is, the Extraordinary Game has completely blocked his way, and no matter how hard he tries, he can no longer obtain myth points. But this is only a possibility. Wang Zhifan currently prefers that his path has not been completely blocked, and the result of the previous copy is evidence of this.

"In the last dungeon, I gained a myth point for redefining the final awakening. I feel like it might be something my backstage agent fought for for me. The hourglass it gave me can indirectly reflect its status. It feels like it's not too bad at the moment, which means that as long as I can do something fancy in this dungeon world, it's still possible for it to give me another myth point. I hope I'm not overthinking..."

Just as Wang Zhifan was thinking about how to make the backstage work better, the old man carrying firewood who had just passed by him suddenly turned his head and looked at him on horseback, and said in a rural accent:
"Young man! The bridge ahead is not safe! Take a detour! Be careful not to get hurt!"

When Wang Zhifan heard this, he immediately turned around and looked at the old man carrying firewood behind him. He found that there was a kind of simplicity in the other person's eyes, which was unique to mountain people. He probably didn't lie.

"Thank you for the reminder, old man. I will pay attention to it."

After responding to the other party with a smile and a nod, Wang Zhifan continued to ride his horse forward and ended this little episode. Seeing that the young man did not listen to his advice, the old man carrying firewood had to shake his head and continue on his way. As an ordinary local, he could only do so much, and he could not do anything about some people who thought they had a long life.

Not long after, Wang Zhifan arrived at a stone bridge along the narrow and winding dirt mountain road. The stone bridge was simple in style, but it spanned a cliff nearly 100 meters wide and connected to the road on another mountain ahead, giving him a rather strange feeling.

Because in a world where mortals make a living by carrying firewood, the existence of a stone bridge of this span seems very strange intuitively. However, if we consider the existence of the immortal road in this world, everything becomes clear, and there must be extraordinary power involved.

Without stopping, Wang Zhifan rode his horse across the nearly 100-meter-long simple stone bridge and observed the beautiful scenery around him. He did not pay much attention to the reminder from the old man carrying firewood before, and still behaved like a free and easy ranger, even though he felt something was moving quietly ahead.

After he crossed the stone bridge and entered a special mountain path similar to a thread-through hole, he soon heard footsteps on both sides of him. It turned out to be two masked and knife-wielding burly men who blocked him inside.

These two people fell from the cliff above the Line of Sky. The height difference of at least thirty meters had no effect on them. It can be seen that they are not mortals in the conventional sense, but have certain extraordinary powers.

"Hand over all the silver you have! Leave your horse behind too! Otherwise I'll make your life a living hell!"

The two robbers then approached Wang Zhifan, who was blocked in the middle, from both ends, with machetes in their hands flashing coldly and carrying murderous aura visible to the naked eye.

Faced with Wang Zhifan dressed as a young knight, they were obviously a little nervous as professional robbers. They all stared at Wang Zhifan's movements, hoping to rely on their advantages in numbers and terrain to capture this strange young man.

Wang Zhifan had no intention of communicating with them. He looked relaxed, and suddenly released a powerful mental force, which invaded the heads of the two robbers without hesitation, causing them to roll their eyes and fall to the ground with their knives, becoming like dead dogs.

Wang Zhifan’s favorite way to gather intelligence used to be the insight ability that came with the Thinker Necklace, but as he used it more and more times, he imitated and developed his own means of mental invasion, which could not only perfectly search the target’s mind for information, but also had powerful destructive power.

For example, the two knife-wielding robbers whose minds he had invaded were fortunate enough to become idiots, their souls shattered by his mental shock, and they became the living dead lying in this narrow gap.

Of course, Wang Zhifan's main purpose was to gather intelligence, but his method was a bit rough, which caused the two robbers to suffer from serious sequelae. "According to the information in their minds, this world is full of extraordinary powers, which are controlled by different sects. There are also concepts of immortals and immortals. There are immortal sects with higher status than ordinary sects, and immortals will appear in the human world from time to time... a very standard lower plane of the immortal world."

With just two bandits with some strength, Wang Zhifan confirmed the general situation of this world. It was basically the same as he expected. It was a typical world of cultivating immortals. The top elites all aimed to cultivate to become immortals, and there were clear examples of people becoming immortals. The rumors about the immortal world were not groundless.

As for the two bandits themselves, they were just outer disciples who couldn't make it in an ordinary martial arts sect. Their strength was considered at the bottom of this world, and they liked to bully mortal wealthy businessmen who were weaker than them. They robbed Wang Zhifan just now simply because they hadn't opened for business for many days, and they wanted to take a risk and gamble that a young man like Wang Zhifan would be frightened by them, who were on the edge of a knife, and then kick up the steel ceiling.

"How can I seek myth points in a world like this... It seems a bit difficult... Why don't I continue to wander around and visit more places? I hope I can get some inspiration."

After a little thought, Wang Zhifan rode his red deer horse past the robber who had turned into a zombie in front of him and continued on his way, preparing to stop in a crowded place first.

He had obtained information about the nearby terrain during the intelligence gathering just now. After a while, he ordered the red deer horse to speed up, passing through several forks in the road and arriving at a place with a wide view.

This is the edge of the mountainous area. The terrain gradually becomes flatter, the road becomes wider, and there are more and more pedestrians on the road. From time to time, you can see people flying high and low, revealing some of the background of the world of immortal cultivation.

The first crowded place Wang Zhifan arrived at was a food stall built on the roadside. The stall was quite large and neatly laid out, with the aroma of wine and meat filling the air. There were dozens of people sitting inside drinking and chatting, and it was quite popular.

When he dismounted and walked in, a food stall waiter in gray clothes came up to him with a smile and asked him what he would like to drink.

"Sir, you have just come from another place, right? Then you must try our famous Wannianchun in Han County! It won't taste as authentic if you go past this place!"

"Give me a pot, and a few of your specialties."

"Okay, sir!"

As Wang Zhifan responded and sat down in an empty seat, the food stall waiter was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and hurried to make preparations.

While waiting, Wang Zhifan paid attention to what people around him were talking about to see if it was necessary to search their minds as well.

"I heard that an immortal sect in Baizhou is recruiting disciples! This is a rare opportunity. If you have a smart child, you must send him over to try! Who knows, he might become an immortal cultivator flying in the sky, which is ten thousand times stronger than a warrior running on the ground!"

"Even if you send it over, the immortal sect will have to accept it! Do you know about spiritual roots? The immortal sect won't accept people without spiritual roots! And there are only a few people with spiritual roots in a hundred miles! Moreover, even if you have spiritual roots, you may not succeed. It depends on the fate with the immortal sect. Otherwise, why do you think there are so few immortals?"

"How do I know if I have spiritual roots? I have an eight-year-old child who has always wanted to become a high-ranking immortal..."

"I have to go to a big city to find a fairy master to check it out, but it's not easy to find a fairy master..."

……

After listening to the diners' conversation for a while, Wang Zhifan discovered that cultivating immortals was indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in this world. Even ordinary passers-by were keen on discussing it. They knew that cultivating immortals required spiritual roots and the requirements were much more stringent than those of ordinary sects.

This couldn't help but make him wonder, that is, the copy description clearly stated that there are many ways to become an immortal in this world, so why does it sound like there is only one way to become an immortal sect?

"The people here don't have much knowledge. It seems we need to find some top-level people to do some research."

When Wang Zhifan had this thought in his mind, the wine and dishes he ordered were served on the table one after another. He immediately began to feast on the food, drinking Wannianchun wine and eating roast chicken buns.

Eating was a pastime rather than a necessity for him now, so he ate quickly to avoid wasting too much time.

However, during this short period of time, an unexpected event occurred at this food stall. Suddenly, more than thirty men in red clothes with fierce looks rode past on horseback. Seeing that the stall was quite lively, they all dismounted and walked quickly over.

Then the problem arose. The food stall was not small, but it could not accommodate more than 30 new customers. The stall owner immediately discussed the matter with the other party and asked them to wait for a while. As a result, he was slapped in the face by one of the men in red, and the man spun around twice on the spot.

"You fat man are blind! It's your blessing that our Blood Robe Sect likes your shabby stall! Hurry up and tell everyone else to get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

As the words "Blood Robe Sect" came out, most of the diners at the food stalls got startled and hurriedly got up from the table. Some even ran away without paying the bill, which made the food stall owner who was slapped in the face groan in his heart but dared not say anything more. It can be seen that the Blood Robe Sect is very famous in the nearby area.

Only Wang Zhifan was an exception. He didn't care about the Blood Robe Sect and didn't want to get involved in other people's troubles. He thought that since all the other diners had left, the empty seat was enough and he could eat by himself.

However, things did not develop as smoothly as he had imagined. The man in red who had slapped the stall owner hard soon set his sights on him who was eating calmly and eccentrically. He walked towards him aggressively and raised his foot as if to kick the table full of wine and food!
"What the hell are you eating! Are you deaf? Get out of here right now!"

This immediately made Wang Zhifan, who originally didn't want to cause any accidents, angry, and his eyes instantly became extremely cold.

Although he is used to keeping a low profile, it does not mean that he can only keep a low profile. When he wants to be high-profile, the outside world will only have one tone. (End of this chapter)