I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Shen Yu's body plummeted rapidly in the darkness, with only the whistling wind in her ears.

As they went deeper, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and the chill became increasingly biting. Even with his true qi protecting him, he couldn't help but shiver.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, Shen Yu suddenly felt the cramped stone wall disappear without a trace, and the faint sense of oppression that had been lurking deep underground also dissipated.

The surrounding space suddenly opened up and became incredibly spacious.

After falling for a few more moments, I finally felt a hard texture under my feet.

"There really is a hidden world deep underground."

Shen Yu muttered to himself.

During his descent, he had vaguely sensed that there were some damaged restrictions scattered throughout the abyss.

There are many luminous plants and strange rocks here, with ghostly blue, pale green and dark red lights intertwined, creating a bizarre and wonderful scene.

If these things were brought to the mortal world, any one of them could guarantee a lifetime of food and clothing.

But in the eyes of the cultivators, these things were nothing special and had no value whatsoever.

Shen Yu's gaze swept over the glowing objects, surveying the surrounding environment.

Although he had not studied any special pupil techniques, Shen Yu was still able to see his surroundings clearly with the help of these scattered lights.

As the entrance to the abyss, this place is filled with signs of fighting. The ground is covered with sword marks and pits, and scattered with fragments of talismans, making it a complete mess.

Strangely, although the place was in chaos, there were no corpses or remains, as if all the dead had been cleaned up.

Without much thought, Shen Yu took out a map from his storage bag.

This was drawn based on Choi Yoo-shin's memory during their previous discussions.

Having determined his location and identified a place that resembled Yue Ling's, Shen Yu immediately set off.

As Shen Yu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, two furtive figures peeked out from the darkness.

They hid behind a cluster of giant mushrooms, their eyes fixed on the direction Shen Yu had left in.

"Brother, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, and his aura is refined; he is definitely not an ordinary person. If we were to face him, it's truly uncertain who would emerge victorious. Perhaps we should wait for the next group of cultivators to arrive before making any further plans."

A monk in a short robe said in a low voice.

A hideous scar ran across his face, appearing even more terrifying in the dim light.

The other person was a bald, burly man with an honest face but extremely fierce eyes.

He snorted coldly, stroking a small blood-red pot hanging at his waist: "You fool, you back down at the sight of something powerful? Can we possibly defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator? This Qi Refining cultivator before us is the perfect resource. If I refine all his flesh and blood, the power of my Turbid Blood Pool will increase several times over!"

As he spoke, he licked his chapped lips. "Be careful later. Don't confront him head-on. Play hit-and-run tactics, understand? Once we've exhausted his true energy, we'll capture him alive."

"Yes, yes, I am foolish and will leave everything to you, elder brother."

The monk in the short robe quickly offered his compliments.

After saying this, the two disappeared into the shadows.

Three days later, Shen Yu was still heading in the predetermined direction.

In the abyss, it was impossible to distinguish between day and night; he could only estimate time by relying on his own senses.

However, the further he went, the stronger his sense of unease became.

This was certainly not because of the two Qi Refining cultivators following him from a distance.

As soon as he entered the abyss, he noticed the two wild dogs.

With a sigh, Shen Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around to face the darkness behind him, and said, "You two, there's no need to hide anymore, show yourselves."

Silence reigned. The two people hiding in the shadows remained motionless, still concealed in the darkness, believing that Shen Yu was merely bluffing.

"Since I descended into the Abyss, you two have been keeping an eye on me and have followed me all the way here. I have no intention of deceiving you two, nor is there any need for it. So let's not hide anymore, fellow Daoists."

Shen Yu's tone remained calm, but his gaze was fixed on the place where the two were hiding.

The bald, burly man and the short-robed monk exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Their method of concealment was a superior Daoist technique, and coupled with the fact that the abyss was dimly lit, ordinary cultivators would never be able to detect them.

What they didn't know was that the Secret Technique of Returning to Origin of the Talisman that Shen Yu cultivated was a celestial art recorded in ancient immortal script.

With such a secret technique as a precedent, even the most powerful Taoist arts would be exposed before him.

"You do have some skills."

The bald, burly man emerged from the shadows and let out a sinister laugh.

"Boy, if you know what's good for you, just surrender obediently. If we're in a good mood, we might let you die a quicker death."

The monk in the short robe followed closely behind, also harboring ill intentions, and coldly stared at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu burst out laughing. "This is truly the biggest joke I've ever heard since I started cultivating."

"You arrogant brat!"

The short-robed cultivator was furious. He immediately flew forward, and a golden knife suddenly appeared behind him, slashing down at Shen Yu.

The blade's wind was fierce, kicking up dust three feet high.

Shen Yu's expression remained unchanged. He simply extended one hand and lightly reached out to catch the golden knife.

He caught that powerful blow, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, with just his bare hands.

The monk in the short robe was shocked to find that the golden sword he was wielding with all his might was like being embedded in iron and stone, and he could not move it even an inch no matter what he did.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from his abdomen, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, only to find that his internal organs had shifted and his vital energy had dissipated, leaving him with no strength to even stand.

The reason he dared to fight Shen Yu at close range was because he had cultivated a remarkable body-refining technique. He didn't expect that the other party's physical body seemed to be stronger than his, and by more than one level!

After using the great formation of Shayun Peak to cultivate the Purple Fiend Forging Yuan Technique last time, Shen Yu had already cultivated it to the Great Perfection stage.

At this moment, under the full force of his power, his physical strength is comparable to that of refined gold and black iron, which is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can withstand.

Upon seeing this, the bald, burly man's pupils contracted sharply.

Almost the instant the short-robed cultivator was knocked away, he moved his feet, his figure exploding backward, turning into a wisp of black smoke and fleeing into the distance, ignoring his fallen companion.

This decisive escape surprised Shen Yu.

Shen Yu leaped up suddenly, and the Spirit Cry Sword shot out at the same time. The sword emitted a clear and melodious sound, like a phoenix crying in the sky, and instantly approached the fleeing bald man.

Shen Yu gripped the hilt of the sword and thrust it forward, the sword's momentum like a rainbow.

The cultivator was terrified and, without thinking, threw out more than a dozen talismanic artifacts, including shields, bells, and mirrors, in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

However, the Spirit Cry Sword was unstoppable, and wherever the sword light passed, those talismans were pierced through as if they were made of paper.

The sword's momentum remained undiminished, aiming straight for the bald, burly man's back.

The burly man patted the small blood-red pot at his waist, and a pool of thick blood gushed out.

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