Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Harvesting the Talents of Demonic Beasts

Chapter 278 The Struggle for the Path, Third-Order Spiritual Land
The female cultivator in colorful clothes suddenly turned slightly cold. She sat up, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something more.

Just then, a dry, hoarse voice rang out, and an undeniable aura quietly rose above the sand dunes: "Alright, all of you, shut up! The mission comes first. Everyone should put aside your grudges and do your best to complete it, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

The old man in black robes still did not open his eyes, but his divine sense swept over her like a steel knife, causing the female cultivator in colorful clothes to change her expression drastically. She lowered her head and dared not speak again.

Mo Zhaoli appeared much calmer, showing no intention of engaging in further verbal sparring.

"Now that we're here, let's set off."

The old man in black robes withdrew his magic power, and the [Ebony Banner] floated up. He opened his mouth slightly, instantly shrinking the banner before storing it in his body. At the same time, he stood up and gave instructions to the crowd.

Lin Changheng then realized that the other person was extremely short, with very short legs; he was almost a dwarf.

But the power of the fake pill is comparable to that of a giant.

"I will obey the Master's command."

Even the sect cultivators who were usually aloof and in the mid-to-late Foundation Establishment stage dared not be negligent. They either stood up or opened their eyes, accepting the order and preparing to set off.

Lin Changheng blended into the crowd, not standing out, and accepted the order with his hands clasped, without any other expression or action.

However, his peripheral vision only glanced lightly at the female cultivator in colorful clothes a few times.

"call!"

The old man in black robes nodded slightly, reached out and grabbed a pale yellow spirit ship, which appeared and was tossed into the air. It grew larger and larger, casting a shadow over everyone's heads.

Then he was the first to leap onto the ship.

Without any instructions, the Foundation Establishment cultivators transformed into streaks of light and landed on the ship, each finding a spot to sit cross-legged.

"Whoosh!"

The next instant, the spirit boat soared through the air at an extremely fast speed, far exceeding that of the magic boat.

……

On the deck of the boat.

Lin Changheng and Mo Zhao were very close; they were shoulder to shoulder, no more than half a foot apart.

Coincidentally, another pair of cultivators in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage were also sitting quite close together.

Based on the situation, Lin Changheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he also made some guesses.

The only two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from the Purple Extreme Sect present lacked confidence, so they invited helpers, which was a more prudent approach.

Those Foundation Establishment stage cultivators of the Purple Extreme Sect did not seek help, which suggests they were confident in their own strength and did not want to share their gains with others.

Lin Changheng had a premonition about this.

On the one hand, he had previously told Mo Zhaoli that if she needed anything, she could ask, and he would help her within his capabilities.

Lin Changheng is now quite confident in his strength. Apart from peak late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators whom he has never directly clashed with, ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators are no longer a fatal threat to him. He has the confidence to deal with them and can go out to do things appropriately.

As long as you don't deliberately create unpleasant situations with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators or Core Formation cultivators, there shouldn't be any major problems.

If all else fails, he can simply slip away; his current escape skills are among the best of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

……

On the other hand, it is even more crucial.

He needs to provide the [Netherworld Essence Blood] that is transformed from a group of [Mysterious Spirit Treasure Seeds]. For every ten portions he receives, he can transform into a demonic technique.

Their strength will increase once again.

Adult [Netherworld Beasts] are mostly at the mid-to-late stage of the second tier, or even at the Turbid Core stage or above.

The turbid core of a demon beast is equivalent to the false core of a human cultivator; both belong to the third rank.

Essence blood of the Mingxu level is rare on the market. It can be used for higher-level alchemy, body tempering, and talisman making. Cultivators usually use it for their own purposes.

Even if a cultivator occasionally sells it, it's usually because they accidentally killed a demon beast, and the essence blood is only a few portions, which generally cannot directly meet the number of transformations.

Only the same type of blood essence would be effective for Lin Changheng...

Therefore, since this place is an undeveloped quasi-third-tier spiritual land, there might be [Netherworld Beasts] here. Lin Changheng plans to hunt them down and take their blood directly.

He possesses the ability to hunt down late-stage, second-tier Netherworld Beasts, and he is more decisive and targeted in his attacks, better able to meet his needs.

Furthermore, it is foreseeable that as the level and bloodline of the demon beasts increase, they become rarer, and Lin Changheng will be more likely to be forced to kill them. The proportion of exchanges and trades will only gradually decrease.

This time, he is only in the initial stage of adapting.

……

"What is the background of that female cultivator in colorful clothes?"

Lin Changheng suddenly sent a telepathic message to Mo Zhaoli.

With a fake cultivator present, it's not advisable to discuss secrets or mention confidential matters, as the other party's spiritual sense is too strong and there's a possibility of eavesdropping.

However, it's fine to chat about anything that doesn't involve the other person.

Moreover, the discord between Mo Zhaoli and the female cultivator in colorful clothes was already obvious to the naked eye and was openly displayed, which everyone knew.

It's probably quite widespread within the Purple Extreme Sect, and this fake Core Formation cultivator might have heard of it too.

In this situation, it is only natural to inquire about the relevant circumstances.

The problem is not big.

As long as they don't directly communicate and plot how to kill this woman, thus affecting the completion of the mission, it's fine.

"There is a conflict between us regarding the path of cultivation."

Mo Zhaoli was clearly aware of the possibility that the fake Core Formation cultivator was eavesdropping, and after a moment's consideration, he transmitted his voice to Lin Changheng.

"A dispute over the paths of the Way?"

Lin Changheng frowned upon hearing this.

While other issues may have room for mitigation and potential for resolution, disputes over the path of truth are an exception.

To put it more seriously, it's even a life-or-death struggle.

These battles usually involve the competition for key resources. Whoever wins and seizes them may advance further, while the loser misses out on more than just resources.

They may have missed their only chance to advance in this lifetime.

The path to immortality is endless, but the opportunity may only come once. This is a realistic yet cruel situation facing all cultivators.

We have to consider this.

"good."

Mo Zhaoli nodded.

Then he began to explain the simple process.

It turns out that the woman in colorful clothes was named Ye Qingwu. Three years ago, she was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, but she was a bit further than Mo Zhaoli, around the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

At that time, they both took on a sect mission and worked together to complete it quite well.

But the problem arose after they completed their mission, when, by sheer coincidence, they both discovered a fortuitous opportunity nearby.

For two people practicing the same technique, this item is a great tonic, which can accelerate the advancement of their technique and cultivation.

It can even be helpful for the accumulation of the Golden Core.

Just as the two were thinking different things, Ye Qingwu couldn't hold back any longer and decided to take the initiative.

Moreover, her target wasn't the opportunity itself, but Mo Zhaoli; her intention was to launch a surprise attack, kill him, and then claim the treasure for herself.

Mo Zhaoli has been fighting on the front lines for decades, honing his skills to reach such a position. Naturally, he is not careless or like a blank sheet of paper; he is already on guard.

He immediately blocked the opponent's attack.

Strangely, after the initial contact, the two distanced themselves and did not engage in any verbal sparring; however, the chill in their eyes was clearly visible.

After a fierce battle, Mo Zhaoli surprisingly won against the odds, but before he could deliver the final blow, Ye Qingwu made a clean getaway.

Mo Zhaoli was able to monopolize this opportunity, but he also knew that this woman was still alive, which was a potential threat.

However, once back in the sect, it would be impossible for him to take action again. This was the strict rule of the Purple Extreme Sect; once violated, it meant certain death or crippling, with no room for negotiation.

However, there was no room for sentimentality between the two, and they completely broke off relations.

In high-level meetings, they were even more confrontational.

This made it common knowledge that their relationship was terrible.

However, unaware of the true cause of the friction, Ye Qingwu did not spread rumors or reveal that Mo Zhaoli held an opportunity.

But what Mo Zhaoli didn't expect was that Ye Qingwu, whether out of shame or she had some incredible luck, actually broke through to the late Foundation Establishment stage in just two or three years.

His cultivation level directly surpassed Mo Zhaoli's.

If Mo Zhaoli, at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, could defeat Ye Qingwu, at the sixth level, he now has little confidence in facing this woman at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

And this time, they went on a mission together again!

Whether it was a case of bad luck or the other party's persistent vengeance, they were trying to secretly seize back their past opportunity.

After all, Mo Zhaoli has not yet reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment. To directly consume the opportunity would be a waste of resources.

Most of them are still in her storage bag.

In fact, Ye Qingwu really did have this plan in mind.

The reason why the information about the opportunity was not leaked to cause trouble for Mo Zhaoli was that they believed the item was only temporarily kept by Mo Zhaoli and would eventually return to their own hands.

Why create obstacles for your future just because of a temporary setback?
But when Ye Qingwu saw Mo Zhaoli's helpers, she felt no pressure. If she found an opportunity, she could easily kill two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators.

However, figuring out how to kill discreetly was what gave her a real headache.

Her sarcastic remarks just now were simply in accordance with the previous rules of conduct; otherwise, being too kind would have made her seem like she had ulterior motives.

"If you could find a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator to help you, that would be a real skill of yours. But the person you've found is nothing special; he'll only bring you more people to die with you."

……

At this moment, Lin Changheng, having just heard Mo Zhaoli's words, nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, Mo Zhaoli's words were quite cryptic, only hinting at the point without being clear. However, Lin Changheng, having known this woman for over eighty years and being extremely familiar with her, could easily deduce her true meaning.

However, Lin Changheng did not ask about the specifics of the opportunity.

The next moment, Lin Changheng suddenly had a premonition and looked up at the edge of the ship's side on the other side, where he met a pair of beautiful eyes.

His eyes were sparkling, yet held a hint of amusement.

It was Ye Qingwu, dressed in colorful clothes, who was sizing him up.

And seemingly unsurprised that Lin Changheng could notice her gaze, she even seemed to be waiting for him to look over, a half-smile curving her lips.

"This fellow Daoist seems to be paying special attention to me?" Her voice transmission carried a hint of lazy hoarseness, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart.

Lin Changheng's heart was filled with alarm bells, but he remained calm on the surface, simply withdrawing his gaze and saying in a detached tone, "Fellow Daoist Ye has an outstanding demeanor; it's hard not to attract attention."

This sounds like a compliment, but it's actually empty and irrelevant.

Ye Qingwu chuckled softly, a strand of hair twirling between her fingers, but her gaze was like fine needles, trying to pierce through Lin Changheng's calm facade: "Is that so? I thought it was something Junior Sister Mo said to you, fellow Daoist, that made you so wary of me."

As she spoke, a strange crimson light quietly rose in her eyes, dreamlike and ethereal. The surrounding air seemed to ripple slightly, and an invisible yet soul-stirring allure, like a tangled spider web, silently enveloped Lin Changheng—she had actually used some kind of special technique without making a sound while probing him with her words!
If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator, under such a sudden and unexpected ambush, they would probably lose their composure instantly, be bewitched, reveal their true words, or even have psychological suggestions planted in their minds.

However, deep within Lin Changheng's sea of ​​consciousness, his divine soul, blessed by five layers of [Heavenly Gift of Purity], was incredibly stable!

Ye Qingwu's intrusive alluring illusion collided with him, but like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, it instantly melted and disintegrated, failing to shake his mind in the slightest.

All this happened in a flash of lightning.

Lin Changheng seemed completely oblivious, his expression unchanged. He simply followed her words, his tone still calm, yet carrying a perfectly appropriate hint of doubt: "Be wary? What makes you say that, Fellow Daoist Ye? I simply don't like to socialize too much."

His answer was impeccable, and at the same time, his clear yet unfathomable eyes calmly met Ye Qingwu's crimson eyes, which shimmered with an otherworldly light, as if he had not felt the deadly allure of her charm at all.

Ye Qingwu's fingertips, which were entwined with strands of hair, stiffened slightly.

She was extremely confident in her charm techniques. Not to mention cultivators of the same level, even the few pseudo-core cultivators who were close to her could be completely immune to her so easily.

The person before you either possesses a rare treasure that protects your mind, or... the essence of their soul is far beyond that of an ordinary person!

The redness in her eyes faded quickly, but the smile on her face became even more charming, though the smile didn't reach her eyes: "I see, I was too presumptuous, Fellow Daoist Lin. Please forgive me."

"If Fellow Daoist Ye is alright, I, Lin, still need to adjust my breathing in preparation for any eventuality."

After saying that, Lin Changheng nodded slightly and then closed his eyes, making it clear that he had no intention of saying anything more.

Ye Qingwu gave Lin Changheng a deep look, said nothing more, and looked away. She let out a soft laugh that was hard to understand, and her expression became more serious than before.

"Then I won't disturb Fellow Daoist Lin's 'breathing adjustment'."

Lin Changheng did not respond; his heart was already ice-cold.

If it weren't for his unwavering resolve, this brief encounter would likely have resulted in the woman successfully seducing him. Once the seed is planted, it's truly hard to say what will happen next.

"Charm magic? Interesting..."

……

All that happened was just a minor episode in this trip, and apart from the few people involved, everyone else had already forgotten about it.

I simply sat in meditation, and the boat was completely silent.

"Ahead lies the edge of the wilderness, beyond which lies another desert. The spirit boat will reduce its speed and altitude. Please be alert and be prepared for any possible situations."

Half a day later, the old man in black robes suddenly spoke.

The sound rang directly in everyone's ears, like a thunderclap right next to their ears.

"Yes!" More than ten days passed quietly in the monotonous and vigilant flight.

The spirit boat had already ventured deep into the heart of the wilderness, and the scenery below gradually changed from an endless sea of ​​sand to rugged Gobi Desert and undulating red mountains.

The spiritual energy in the air became mixed, mixed with a strong demonic aura and the stench of various monsters.

It's not friendly to cultivators!
During this time, they encountered several attacks from flying demonic birds, but fortunately, they managed to avoid them all without serious injury thanks to the black-robed elder's divine sense coverage, his rich experience, and the spirit boat's ability to conceal itself.

No flock of flying demonic birds was attracted.

They even sensed a terrifying pressure from a third-tier demon from afar. The group of cultivators were immediately startled. Under the immediate telepathic message from the black-robed fake core cultivator, they immediately disembarked from the spirit boat and hid. Fortunately, it was very brief; the opponent arrived quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

They were probably just passing by.

However, this also made the group of ten decide against taking the spirit boat again.

They began to move close to the ground.

With a smaller target, it's easier to hide in case of any situation.

At this point, having ventured deep into the endless wilderness, the number of second-tier demonic beasts began to increase.

However, most of them are in the early and middle stages of the second order.

Once they collide with them, the monsters don't even have time to bare their fangs or show their ferocity before they are attacked from both sides and killed on the spot.

This was the strategy devised by the black-robed fake elixir master.

Whenever a situation arises, two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators will decisively attack from two different directions to kill the demonic beast as quickly as possible, thus avoiding causing a greater disturbance and bringing unexpected trouble.

Such a swift and coordinated attack would kill almost any early or mid-stage Tier 2 monster instantly.

There was no chance to resist or struggle.

"The monster's corpse..."

A flicker of longing crossed Lin Changheng's mind.

To his astonishment, these late-stage Foundation Establishment experts didn't even spare the corpses of demonic beasts, swiftly cutting off the core parts where the essence was condensed and collecting the essence blood and demonic cores.

Some even spared not a single bit of the monster's meat, hide, or scales.

It was completely clean, with not a single trace of value remaining.

Such frugality opened the eyes of Lin Changheng, who possessed a second-tier superior skill and was now quite wealthy, and secretly served as a warning:

Don't waste it! Don't forget your original aspiration!
Mo Zhaoli, standing to the side, seemed unsurprised, clearly doing the same thing.

……

The rest of the journey was relatively smooth, with no unexpected incidents.

On this day, after the group carefully passed through a red miasma that never dissipated, their faces were disheveled and their bodies were covered with various strange liquids.

"This place is not only hard to find, but also really hard to get to."

Jin Daoyao, a man as burly as an iron tower, ripped off the dimly lit second-tier [Miasma-Isolation Talisman]. His muscles twitched slightly, and a gust of wind surged from his body, instantly sweeping away the stains and marks. At the same time, he let out an impatient sound.

The others also removed the items used to block the miasma, and then each used their own methods to quickly cleanse themselves as before.

Only then did he regain the appearance of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli were no different, but on the surface they looked more disheveled than the group of late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Therefore, no one paid much attention; they just glanced at it.

However, the other pair of Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators remained perfectly clean, seemingly untouched by any miasma.

This, in turn, drew a few more glances from several late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He looked surprised.

At that moment, Lin Changheng ignored all of this and quietly began to observe the scene ahead.

……

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

It was a huge basin, with a terrain that was noticeably lower than the surrounding area, like a crater created by a giant hammer of a god.

In stark contrast to the surrounding landscape of endless yellow sand and barren land, the basin itself is a vibrant and unique oasis, like a giant emerald embedded in the desolate Gobi Desert.

Without even stepping inside, the rich aroma of vegetation mixed with pure wood and fire elemental energy immediately hits you, invigorating your spirit.

The earth was fertile and inky black, covered with countless strange vines and ferns that emitted a faint reddish glow. The tall trees had purplish-red branches and leaves, but their trunks were as hot as red stones.

The air is rich in moisture, forming a faint, colorful spiritual mist. However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that the spiritual energy contained within the mist carries a hint of heat, revealing the fire-attribute spiritual vein of this place.

However, beneath this vibrant landscape lurks a deadly danger.

Deep, powerful roars could be heard from afar, and some seemingly tranquil lakes might be hiding monsters and predators beneath their surface.

Among exotic flowers and rare herbs, there are often highly poisonous insects or carnivorous plants with mimicry abilities.

"This is a fertile land that follows ancient, wild laws."

The "divine light" in Lin Changheng's eyes subsided, leading to this conclusion.

His current mastery of the three arts has undergone another transformation. The fifth level of [Insight into Other Arts - Transformation], the perfected [Spirit Observation] and [Aura Observation] have made the effects of the divine light even more pronounced.

Once [Insight into Otherworldly Techniques - Transformation] advances further and achieves transformation, the power of this technique will reach its peak.

But it's basically enough for now.

Lin Changheng turned his gaze to the very center of the basin, where a soft, bluish-red spiritual light gently enveloped the area.

That is the core of a near-third-tier spiritual land that is undergoing transformation.

A gradual transformation from the inside out.

"According to the plan, each of you should take action, clear the designated areas, and set up the base! If there is any emergency, you must step up and wait until the other areas are dealt with before going to the rescue!"

The hoarse voice of the black-robed fake Dan rang in everyone's ears, breaking the brief silence.

After this period of contact, Lin Changheng also learned that the fake alchemist's surname was "Linghu" and he was called "Linghu Zhenren".

He started as a menial disciple of the Purple Extreme Sect, unremarkable at first. But later, he had a sudden enlightenment, achieving great things late in life. His cultivation level improved rapidly, and he advanced all the way to the outer sect, inner sect, and true disciple. Finally, he broke through to the false core and firmly established himself in a high-level position, which is extremely inspiring.

Upon hearing this story, Lin Changheng's pupils constricted slightly, not because of the strangeness of his experience or the rapid improvement of his cultivation in the later stages, but because through this brief description, he glimpsed a terrifyingly strong and unyielding character, tempered by countless trials, and the adaptability behind it!
While he may not be as old as a demon, it would be difficult to fool him with ordinary methods.

It has the appearance of showing off one's limited skills before an expert, or making a fool of oneself.

……

Upon receiving the order, seven figures instantly vanished like ghosts into this wondrous realm composed of colorful spiritual mist and strange plants.

A cultivator surnamed Li, clad in red armor, with surging magical power around him like a blazing furnace, headed towards the southeast corner.

The female cultivator in colorful clothes danced lightly, her figure ethereal. She didn't even look at Lin and Mo again, and headed directly towards the southwest corner. Wherever she passed, many chaotic sounds suddenly quieted down, as if they were bewitched.

Other sect cultivators also displayed their unique abilities, some using escape light to fly at low altitudes, others using wood escape and earth escape techniques to sneak around.

Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli exchanged a glance. Without saying a word, they moved swiftly toward the northwest corner area assigned to them.

In their northwest mission area, the vegetation was particularly dense, with countless vines emitting a reddish glow intertwined to form a natural maze, where a mottled and dangerous atmosphere was hidden.

"Let's go too."

At this moment, everyone dispersed, leaving only Master Linghu and Jin Daoyao. Master Linghu glanced at the latter and spoke indifferently. His dry, hoarse voice sent chills down one's spine, carrying a sinister undertone.

"it is good."

Jin Daoyao rubbed his shiny bald head, grinned, nodded without objection, and transformed into a streak of light to follow behind Master Linghu.

Although he was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, he still obediently followed behind Master Linghu, step by step, without any intention of surpassing him.

Linghu Zhenren noticed this and nodded slightly. Although Jin Daoyao appeared rough and unrestrained and didn't care about details, he was actually very meticulous and cautious. No wonder he could become a second-tier high-grade array master.

It is essential to do the right thing at the right time.

It is extremely foolish to invite trouble just to show off.

"Swish!"

The two were so fast that they soon landed at the place shrouded in cyan-red spiritual light that Lin Changheng had previously observed with his divine light.

It is also the core of a near-third-tier spiritual land, where the [Purple Extreme Sect] will set up the core of its formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

"Roar! Roar! Roar!..."

Before long, bursts of magical collisions and the mournful roars of demonic beasts rang out.

The noise lasted for about half a day before gradually quieting down.

At this moment, Jin Daoyao stood in a blood-stained place, the stench of blood filling his nostrils, his tiger eyes wide as he stared at the black-robed figure who was already sitting cross-legged.

I was overwhelmed with shock and horror.

too strong……

This was the only evaluation he could give.

She couldn't help but lick her slightly dry lips.

You should know that he cultivates both physical and magical techniques, and is at the late stage of the second tier (late stage of Foundation Establishment)!
He felt that he wasn't incapable of even encountering a fake core cultivator, who possessed the weakest quality core among those who had formed their cores.

But now, having witnessed firsthand the abilities of this seemingly insignificant pseudo-core cultivator, he realized he had made a grave mistake.

His proud dual cultivation of body and spirit probably wouldn't last long before this seemingly frail old man tore him to pieces in no time.

When did pseudo-core cultivators become this strong?

……

"What are you standing there daydreaming for? Hurry up and set up the formation!"

Master Linghu did not open his eyes, but the dry voice that came through brought Jin Daoyao back to his senses instantly.

"Okay! Okay!"

Jin Daoyao forced a simple, honest smile and immediately got to work as instructed, beginning preparations for setting up the formation by combining the earth's veins and terrain.

In his heart, he couldn't help but think, "Junior Sister Ye, you'd better pray for yourself. You asked me to help you hold off Master Linghu so you could do things your way. Now it seems you were really dreaming... I'm truly sorry, but now that I understand this matter, I certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to invite trouble upon myself."

"And I hope you can wake up soon and turn back from your wrong path."

The fact that the psychological preparation was completed so smoothly and quickly, with such incredible flexibility in principles and such ease in changing bottom lines, is something that no ordinary person could do!

If Ye Qingwu, the woman in colorful clothes, knew his thoughts, she would be furious, her beautiful face contorted in anger, and she would curse him inwardly:

"Jin Daoyao! You cowardly wretch! You swore all that you were right when you received my generous gifts, but now that you've seen Linghu Laogui's true strength, you're scared out of your wits and want to desert your post, betraying your promise. And you still dare to be so shameless?!"

But in reality, Ye Qingwu, who was busy hunting demons in the southwest corner at this time, had no way of knowing or being able to imagine such a dramatic change.

……

Northwest corner area.

Behind a relatively hidden boulder at the edge, two figures slowly descended, and then Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli silently jumped down.

Stepping onto the soft, fertile soil, the two immediately sensed a stronger wood and fire spiritual energy than the surrounding area, as well as the volatile or chilling auras hidden deep within the dense vegetation.

"Li'er, shall we proceed according to plan? Eliminate them one by one?"

Lin Changheng said in a low voice, his sharp eyes scanning the jungle, a complex environment mainly composed of huge vines and strange shrubs.

Mo Zhaoli sent out his divine sense, only to find that it was still restricted by the demonic mist formed by the demonic energy and poisonous barriers, just like in other places in the wilderness. So he gave up any other ideas and could only nod: "Just as Brother Lin said."

"However... without the aid of conventional divine sense, and with our eyesight obstructed by the tangled vines, we could easily find ourselves in danger..."

Then he frowned slightly, looking somewhat worried, as if racking his brains for a solution.

"Hehe, no need to worry."

Lin Changheng glanced at Mo Zhaoli, shook his head, and smiled.

This place, and even the entire endless wilderness, might be a difficult situation for others, where their divine sense and eyesight are suppressed and difficult to see through, but Lin Changheng possesses divine light, which allows him to overcome these limitations.

To uncover more of the truth.

"Brother Lin means..." Mo Zhaoli's curious gaze immediately fell upon him.

A rare expression of admiration also appeared in her eyes, and it only showed towards her Brother Lin.

……

Half a day later.

"Start with the easy stuff and move on to the difficult stuff to avoid being overwhelmed."

Lin Changheng transmitted his voice, his gaze fixed on the swarm of red-winged demon bees, "The swarm is troublesome. I will lead the attack, using fire to fight fire, and clear them out in an instant. Li'er, you use wood magic to seal off the surroundings to prevent them from escaping and the commotion from leaking out."

“Okay.” Mo Zhaoli said succinctly, his hands already forming hand seals, a faint green spiritual light emanating from his body, subtly resonating with the vibrant vegetation around him.

Lin Changheng took a deep breath, and the abundant fire elemental power in the basin surged into his body, making him feel comfortable all over.

He did not use any grand or imposing techniques, but instead quietly activated the true meaning of the [Fire Control Divine Power].

Then, they joined their fingers together like a sword.

The next instant, a wisp of dark golden flame, condensed to its fullest extent, leaped out from the fingertip—

This is a highly compressed [Crimson Sky Profound Flame], intensely hot yet restrained!

(End of this chapter)