Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 781 The Blessed Land of the Mortal Fang Yu

Deep within the Crimson Forbidden Land, amidst jagged rocks, a figure in a green robe moved silently like a ghost—it was Fang Yu.

His brand-new blue robe stood out conspicuously in this treacherous place. The faint, lazy smile on his face was out of place with the grim surroundings, yet it exuded a chilling composure.

Within his eyes, the Rinne Sharingan slowly rotated, the profound tomoe patterns seemingly piercing through layers of rock walls and illusions.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and where his eyes fell, an ordinary mountain wall revealed subtle spatial ripples under the power of his pupils.

"Hmm? Something's strange."

He moved slightly, approaching silently, gathering a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and gently touching the center of the ripple.

With a soft "hum", the mountain wall rippled like water, revealing a deep cave entrance that could only be passed by one person at a time!
Fang Yu, skilled and daring, slipped inside without hesitation.

Upon entering, a bright and spacious view suddenly opened up before my eyes!
What narrow cave is that?
It is clearly a blessed land and paradise that is its own world!

The dome is high and distant, as if a river of stars flows through it.

Beneath their feet lay warm, lustrous jade, surrounded by swirling spiritual mist, with exotic flowers and rare herbs blooming everywhere, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth almost solidified, and with each breath, one felt incredibly comfortable throughout the body, with even the bottleneck in cultivation showing signs of loosening.

A sacred spring meanders and flows, its tinkling sound adding to its ethereal charm.

The phantom of Laozi appeared amidst the spiritual energy, exuding an air of otherworldly grace, his profound gaze sweeping over this world.

He nodded slightly, stroked his beard, and said, "The spiritual energy here is abundant, a product of the creation of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon. It has become a pure and tranquil place. In this mortal world, it is truly an anomaly that such a blessed land exists."

Lao Jun's gaze finally settled on Fang Yu, with a hint of barely perceptible approval: "Boy, you are blessed with great fortune and favored by Heaven. Such a place of creation is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. Place your Flying Thunder God Kunwu here as an anchor point. In the future, coming and going will be just a thought away."

Fang Yu was also pleasantly surprised upon hearing this.

He dared not delay, and as instructed, he took out a specially made Flying Thunder God Kunai, threw it towards the top of the cave, and it was firmly inserted.

After sending the coordinates, Fang Yu looked at the stone table and chairs in the distance and complained, "If this were a mobile game, I would be walking into an unexplorable area. Fortunately, this is reality."

Fang Yu walked slowly through the cave, his Rinne Sharingan scanning his surroundings, not missing a single detail.

This blessed land is full of spiritual energy, with exotic flowers and rare herbs everywhere, and a spiritual spring flowing in the air. It is truly a treasure land for cultivation.

Upon reaching the depths of the cave, a stone platform carved from spirit jade came into view.

The stone platform is simple and unadorned, but it contains no rare treasures. Only one thing stands out as out of place.

In the center of the stone platform, a small silver bowl, about the size of a palm, sat all alone.

The bowl has simple, archaic lines and some indistinct patterns, suggesting it is quite old, yet it lacks any spiritual energy, appearing as an ordinary object.

The bowl was filled to the brim with clear water, so clear that you could see the bottom.

Beside the silver bowl was a withered little grass.

The blades of grass were curled up, their color dull and lifeless, as if they would turn to ashes at the slightest touch, clearly having withered and died many years ago.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, a doubt arising in his mind.

“Strange,” he murmured, his gaze darting back and forth between the withered grass and the silver bowl.

This blood-red forbidden land is only opened once every five years, and it has been five years since the last time it was opened.

Even if someone came here last time the bowl was opened and poured water into it, five years have passed, and the water in the bowl should have dried up completely or been covered in dust.

But the bowl of water in front of me was not only full, but also crystal clear, without a trace of impurity, as if it had just been filled.

This is so abnormal!
Or perhaps, just a short time ago, or even before Fang Yu entered this place, someone had just come and refilled this bowl of water.

However, the entrance to this grotto was hidden and concealed by spatial restrictions, making it extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to find. Fang Yu only managed to find it by chance thanks to his Rinne Sharingan. Who could possibly enter so quietly, just to pour a bowl of water?

Either this seemingly ordinary silver bowl, or the water in it, is something extraordinary!

It is their existence that has allowed this bowl of clear water to remain fresh for five years without drying up.

Fang Yu's mind raced, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the latter possibility was more likely.

A curious glint flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Laojun, what's going on?"

Lao Jun's illusory figure stood stroking his beard. Upon hearing this, he merely glanced at Fang Yu indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible mischief: "Hmph, boy, do you have to ask me about everything? The path of cultivation, opportunities and fortunes, all must be experienced and understood by yourself. Now that this thing has caught your eye, it is your destiny. Whether it is an ordinary object or a rare treasure, whether it is clear water or spiritual liquid, figure it out for yourself."

After saying this, the illusory figure of Laozi fell silent, appearing to be observing from the sidelines.

Fang Yu stared at the bowl of water and withered grass, looking at it from left to right, touching it from top to bottom, and after a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

The bowl was just an ordinary silver bowl, the water was just clear water, and the withered grass was dry and barren, without any trace of spiritual energy.

"What the heck is this?"

Fang Yu was getting impatient. What's the point of studying it? Let's just get started!
He picked up the silver bowl and poured the water inside onto the withered little grass next to him.

A magical scene happened!

The grass, which was originally withered and curled up and about to turn to ash, suddenly stretched out as if it had been inflated after being watered!
The color also changed from a dull yellow to a fresh, vibrant green, full of life, as if it had just sprouted!
"Holy crap!" Fang Yu's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh excitedly. "The Fountain of Life?! The kind that grants immortality if you drink it?"

Without saying a word, he picked up the bowl, wanting to taste it.

"Wait!" Lao Jun's voice rang out just in time, tinged with amusement. "You've got a good name for yourself, 'Fountain of Life'? You think you can just drink from it? Aren't you afraid of poisoning yourself?"

Fang Yu froze in mid-air, scratching his head awkwardly: "Cough, I was thinking that I've already reached the Core Formation stage, so I'm pretty tough! I can't be as fragile as I was in my previous life, where eating a Wallace pill would make me jump all night, right?"

Lao Jun snorted: "Reckless! Take another look at that grass!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu looked down in confusion at the small grass that had become lush and green.

At first glance, it looks lush and vibrant, so there seems to be no problem.
"Look carefully! Look closely!" Laozi urged.

Fang Yu muttered to himself, "What's so interesting about this?" But he still did as he was told, his eyes narrowing as the nine tomoe slowly rotated.

This sight was enough to send chills down Fang Yu's spine!
On those lush green blades of grass, where is the color of the grass itself?

It was clearly covered with countless tiny green insects!

These insects are so small that they are almost invisible to the naked eye. They cling to the grass blades so tightly that the whole plant looks like it has been reborn, but in reality, it is completely covered by these strange insects!
"Holy crap!" Fang Yu yelled, leaping backward and instantly flashing far away, putting distance between himself and the grass and the bowl.

He instinctively wanted to form a hand seal and burn this evil thing to ashes with a powerful fireball!

"Wait!" Laozi's voice stopped him again. "Although this thing is insidious and strange, it is also a rare object. Keep it; it will have a useful purpose in the future."

Fang Yu felt disgusted looking at the "green grass," and the dense swarms of insects made him feel uneasy.

But then I thought, who is Laozi?

He said it would work, so it must be true.

Then think about that old guy Han Li, who has lived for over a thousand years and has accumulated all sorts of strange and wonderful magical treasures that could fill a mountain. I'm nothing compared to him.

Fang Yu pursed his lips, "Then let's put it in the safety box first."

Just then, a woman's voice came from the cave entrance.
"Senior brother! Look! I've found a strange place! Ah! The spiritual energy inside is so rich!"

(End of this chapter)