The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

Chapter 101 The Chaotic Insect World (Please Subscribe)

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The old man felt dizzy for a moment, then felt light as if he were floating on clouds and lifted off the ground.

In a daze, he felt himself being dragged by an immense force to an unknown place. When his consciousness returned, he vaguely glimpsed five pillars of heaven that shimmered with a cold, dark light.

"Where am I?!"

The thought flashed through the old man's mind, and everything went black. He vaguely sensed that something important was being drawn away. He tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't muster any strength. His consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

"Let me see where you are—"

Zhu Yu held the old man's soul in his hand, and with a light tap of his finger, he drew out strands of memory that shimmered with seven-colored light. As his divine sense swept over them, scenes flashed by rapidly.

Soon, a battered figure came into view.

"Found it!"

Zhu Yu smiled slightly, made a fist in his palm, and pulled the old man's soul into the Myriad Beasts Diagram. He then turned to look at Lu Wanrong and Xing Sidao and transmitted his voice, "Qiu Chen is seriously injured and unconscious. He is in the central pavilion of the island."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanrong and Xing Sidao's eyes lit up. Without the slightest hesitation, they rode their crescent-shaped wind blades and blood-red dragons toward the center of the island.

Zhu Yu instructed Xiao Hei to follow behind, being cautious by neither getting too close nor too far away.

Outside the array.

Shangguan Zhong, who was entangled with Wu Yang, caught sight of Zhu Yu and the other two entering the island. His expression changed slightly. He was about to break away to stop them, but then, as if remembering something, he glanced at the disciples below who were at a disadvantage, and his expression returned to calm.

next moment.

The gold and white swords shone with an even more dazzling light.

Wu Yang's eyes were solemn. He did not hesitate to expend his spiritual power to activate the seal, but when the two clashed, the feeling he got from the golden and white sword was not enhanced, but rather weakened.

With the slightest touch, it flew backward.

"Um?"

Wu Yang was momentarily stunned, and then he saw his sword light flash, and with his power, it transformed into a golden-white stream of light and fled towards the outside of the island.

This time it wasn't just him.

The cultivator Qingping, who was stationed on the island, was also dumbfounded.

The Tiandao Sect cultivators, believing that Qingping had been defeated by Guo Yang, were emboldened and began to overwhelm her. This caused Qingping to suffer repeated defeats and casualties.

When the Qingping cultivators who came to help saw that the manager had run away, they dared not go to provide further assistance and turned around to run away from the island.

"He's quite cautious—"

Wu Yang watched the disappearing light in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and did not pursue it. He glanced at the battle below, then rode the seal straight to the center of the island.

at this time.

In the heart of the island stands an exquisite wooden building.

"Damn extraterrestrial demons—"

Hearing the roar and sounds of battle coming from the outside world, Qiu Chen's eyes revealed fear. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a bronze sword about three feet long beside him and transferred a wisp of the remaining spiritual power of his magic lineage into it.

Without hesitation, he piloted his magical artifact out of the window and fled in the opposite direction of the roaring sound.

They could escape in just a few breaths.

Suddenly, a great sense of crisis surged in Qiu Chen's heart. Without thinking, he controlled his flying sword to fold, and then he saw a pale blue light flash past the spot where he had just been. The sharpness contained within made his scalp tingle.

"die!"

Ow—

Before Qiu Chen could react, a blood-red serpent flew out from the forest below, its mouth full of fangs lunging at him.

"Damn it—"

Qiu Chen sensed that the aura emanating from it was no less powerful than the spell from before. His face contorted with rage, and he no longer cared about conserving his spiritual energy, pouring the remaining spiritual energy from his cultivation lineage into his flying sword.

Grip the sword hilt tightly and swing it downwards.

"die!"

A beam of pale white sword light, no more than two feet long, emerged. The moment it touched the blood-red serpent, it was instantly shredded by the sword light, as if it were made of paper.

Without stopping, he turned around and unleashed another sword strike.

Seeing that Xing Sidao's magic was broken in an instant, Lu Wanrong dared not confront him head-on and controlled the crescent wind blade to escape downwards.

Qiu Chen had been waiting for this moment. He left only a wisp of spiritual power to protect his heart meridian, and poured all the remaining spiritual power in his cultivation lineage into his flying sword.

Under his control, the flying sword erupted with dazzling spiritual light, enveloping him and transforming into a pale white light as it fled in another direction.

"As expected of a disciple personally taught by a master, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse—"

Seeing Xing Sidao and Lu Wanrong suffer setbacks in their sneak attacks, Zhu Yu couldn't help but sigh.

Then the sword light turned and headed straight for him.

Zhu Yu: "...

In a short time.

He didn't know if Qiu Chen was just unlucky or they were just incredibly lucky, but the three of them each ambushed in a different direction, and he ended up scouring them all.

Without much thought, a slight idea stirred in my mind.

Blessed by the "Damaged Field", the superior "Diamond Talisman" and Xiao Hei's "Riding the Wind" technique, Xiao Yu suddenly transformed into a golden stream of light and went straight to meet the incoming sword light.

The moment the two sides collided.

The protective shield formed by the Vajra Talisman on Xiaoyu's body dimmed instantly, and she flew backward. The sword light that flew into her body also dimmed slightly.

Xiaoyu quickly regained its balance and pounced again.

The protective shield formed by the Vajra Talisman shattered, revealing a small mantis with an ice-blue body and blood-red markings on its surface.

Being knocked away twice in a row did not frighten Xiaoyu; instead, it aroused its ferocity. Its scythe-shaped forelimbs glowed red, its wings were swirled with a gentle breeze, and it hummed and vibrated as it pounced again.

Because of the previous two obstructions.

Xiaoyu barely caught up with the sword light, but instead of colliding with it head-on, she circled around it and, under the effect of the special spell "Spirit Slash," sliced ​​at the sword light bit by bit, like a diligent ant.

"It's safe!"

Sensing Xiaoyu's excited mood, Zhu Yu smiled, tapped his foot slightly, and ordered, "Xiao Hei, chase after her."

squeak--

With a neigh, Little Black took off on its six long legs and chased after the place where the sword light had disappeared.

Black Tiger followed closely behind.

Lu Wanrong and Xing Sidao also chased after them.

Several miles away.

A streak of icy blue light and a streak of pale white sword light intertwined and sped past.

Amidst the flash of swords.

Feeling the spiritual energy rapidly draining from the flying sword, Qiu Chen's face grew increasingly pale, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

If it were during his prime, he could have dealt with this strange insect in just a few sword strikes. But now he doesn't even have a tenth of his former strength. Let alone killing it, he can't even run away right now.

"Oh right, I also have an astrolabe and landmarks—"

As if he had just thought of something, Qiu Chen's eyes lit up for a moment. He then focused on controlling the flying sword to hover, sensing the decreasing spiritual power within it. He quickly took out a pale silver object from his pocket, which looked like an insect egg. It was a palm-sized, glass-like, seven-colored jade disc.

No hesitation.

Press the insect eggs into the center hole of the seven-colored jade plate.

Qiu Chen gritted his teeth and channeled the last wisp of spiritual energy into the "Star Chart." Feeling his life force rapidly fading away, he dared not delay even a moment and activated it with a thought.

next moment.

The seven-colored jade disc emitted wisps of dreamlike, colorful light, which swarmed into the insect eggs, accompanied by a wild and ancient life force spreading outwards.

The insect eggs emitted specks of white light.

It slowly coalesced and pieced together into a vortex.

Sensing the unique aura emanating from the vortex, so different from that of the Qingping Spirit Ruins, Qiu Chen glanced at the flying sword beneath him, gritted his teeth, and climbed in using one arm as a crutch.

And just as he disappeared.

The bronze-colored flying sword hummed, and the sword light surrounding its body turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated before falling into the water below.

A streak of icy blue light followed.

hum-

With her tiny, sesame-seed-sized pupils, Xiaoyu glanced at the sword, whose aura was barely perceptible. As if receiving some instruction, she picked up the bronze sword and hovered it beside the gradually dimming vortex.

soon.

Xiao Hei arrived, carrying Zhu Yu.

Xiaoyu flew to him with the bronze sword in her hand, which hummed incessantly, her thoughts filled with dissatisfaction and doubt.

"Okay, okay—"

Zhu Yu comforted Xiao Yu with a few kind words, then reached out and tapped the top of her head to extract the "broken field" from her body. He then took the bronze sword, scanned it with his divine sense, and his eyes lit up.

"A rare sword—"

Sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations behind him, he put the bronze sword into his wide sleeve and looked at the vortex. When he sensed the strange aura it emitted, he was taken aback.

"This is... a spirit realm from another world?"

squeak-

Xiao Hei hissed twice, a mix of longing and unease welling up inside him.

Just then.

A streak of earthy yellow light descended, revealing Wu Yang's figure. He flashed to the side of the vortex, looked around for a few moments, and then raised his hand to lightly touch his brow.

Zhu Yu sensed a slight fluctuation, which was caused by the ring passing through the body's gate and appearing in the outside world.

Distracted after casting the ring, Wu Yang saw Zhu Yu still standing there dumbfounded and urged, "Junior Brother Zhu, why don't you hurry up and cast the ring? Once this alien passage disappears, it will be too late to regret it."

As if assuming Zhu Yu was unaware, he explained, "The otherworldly spiritual ruins across the passage are a massive spiritual ruin called the Insect Realm. Even the weeds that grow there contain spiritual energy, and spiritual herbs and objects are everywhere!"

At this point, Wu Yang's expression became somewhat excited, "It is said that the Insect Realm also harbors many strange spiritual plants containing the essence of the Spirit Ruins—"

"The Insect World?"

Zhu Yu's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but look down at Xiao Hei.

Wu Yang seemed to have thought of something and continued, "You should know about the incident some time ago when Yinming Zhenren suppressed that foreign spirit ruins master who fled from his ancestral home, right?"

Zhu Yu nodded.

He not only knew, but he also saw it with his own eyes.

Wu Yang's face showed a look of longing as he said, "It is said that the Lord of the Otherworldly Spirit Ruins was abducted from the Insect Realm by the Yinming True Person. Because he refused to sign the Beast Taming Contract, he has been suppressed in the Yinming Spirit Ruins."

"Um?"

This was the first time Zhu Yu had ever heard such a thing, but it was clearly not the time to ask. Looking at the increasingly dim vortex, he hesitated for a moment and then lightly touched his brow.

The ancestor instantly vanished, his golden light fading as he plunged into the vortex.

Then, not long after.

The vortex flickered for a moment, then slowly disappeared.

Seeing that Zhu Yu seemed to be concentrating on sensing the ring, Wu Yang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Junior brother, don't waste your energy. Unlike casting the ring, the time required to cross the interdimensional passage is not just two days in the Ancestral Heaven—"

He then explained to him what Zufan was, a passage to another realm.

To put it simply, it means that some cultivators once went to the alien spirit ruins and established a friendly relationship with the ancestral spirit ruins master there, obtaining the origin mark he refined.

Then, by using magical artifacts or formations to open up temporary passages, one can directly reach that alien spiritual ruin.

After explaining, Wu Yang inquired about Qiu Chen's whereabouts.

Upon learning that Qiu Chen had entered the passage using his fleshy form, a look of certain death crossed his eyes, and he sighed regretfully, "Alas, if I had known that Qiu Chen possessed the mark of the Spirit Ruins Master of the Insect Realm, I would have kept him here no matter what. That is a super-large Spirit Ruins of the Ancestral Throne!"

That's what they said, but they didn't blame Zhu Yu's Xuan Si.

Instead, their words became more warm and friendly.

As the two were talking.

Lu Wanrong, Xing Sidao, and Hei Hu arrived one after another.

Xing Sidao hurriedly asked, "Where's Qiu Chen? Did you leave him behind?"

Lu Wanrong also looked at the two expectantly.

Without Zhu Yu needing to explain, Wu Yang, with an expression that said "you're late," recounted how Qiu Chen had been intercepted and how he had opened an interdimensional passage to escape to the Insect Realm.

As he spoke.

Lu Wanrong and Xing Sidao's faces turned ashen.

Consultation.

boom--

Lu Wanrong, somewhat exasperated, slapped her hand down onto the lake below, stirring up waves. Seemingly still not satisfied, she turned to look at Zhu Yu, her aura slightly fluctuating.

"Um?"

May your eyebrows and brows be as beautiful as your ancestors'.

Standing on his shoulder, Xiao Yu tilted her head, her tiny pupils reflecting Lu Wanrong's image. She rubbed her sickle-shaped forelimbs, and a faint, fierce aura from Zu Lu slowly spread out.

Xiao Hei's bright eyes and Black Tiger's violent and chaotic pupils both stared at Lu Wanrong, giving off an air of "If you dare to make a move, we'll kill you."

Zhu Yu was indeed thinking maliciously.

The perfection of Qi Refining is not easy to grasp for now. How dare a mere late-stage Qi Refining expert like Zu show off his power?

Even if the Spirit Ruins' origin is cleansed by magic, it may seem powerful, but it is actually weak inside. Without developing an advanced visualization method, the spiritual power has not undergone a qualitative change, and the power of the magic is ultimately limited.

It looked like a fight was about to break out.

Wu Yang stepped between the two and transmitted his voice to Zhu Yu and Lu Wanrong respectively: "In the end, we have also benefited from Junior Sister Lu's opportunity. Junior Brother Zhu, please be lenient with her."

"Junior Sister Lu, please calm down. Judging from the aura I sense, Junior Brother Zhu Yu is not as simple as he seems..."

It can be said in two sentences.

The two fell silent, and the subtle tension between them slowly dissipated.

Seeing this, Xing Sidao, who was waiting to watch the show, couldn't help but look at Wu Yang with admiration, thinking to himself, "No wonder Senior Brother Wu can be the team leader—"

"Alright, although Qiu Chen is gone, there are still quite a few spiritual creatures on the island. How about we divide the losses according to our previous agreement?"

After speaking, Wu Yang turned to Zhu Yu and Xing Sidao, and seeing them nod, he looked at Lu Wanrong and said with a smile, "What does Junior Sister Lu think?"

"it is good."

Lu Wanrong nodded coldly in agreement, then rode her wind blades and fled towards the island.

Xing Sidao also hurriedly followed Yan.

The loss of Qiu Chen is a major blow, but Dao Yan still has some small treats to make up for the grief.

Wu Yang nodded slightly to Zhu Yu, then his form shifted, transforming into a yellowish-brown spiritual light that headed straight for the island.

"Let's go back—"

Zhu Yu lightly stomped her feet, gave a command to Xiao Hei, and probed her sleeve with her divine sense to guide her spiritual power to refine the precious magic weapon she had obtained from Qiu Chen.

The flying sword was clearly made by a master.

The ingenuity of the restriction was superior to any magical artifact he had ever seen.

Time passed slowly.

Zu Xingren thoroughly searched the island, then left without lingering, carrying large and small bags.

And they did not reveal it after they left.

Zu Xiyue, dressed in a white robe, ascended Yan Island. He paced around the wooden house where Qiu Chen had once stayed, seemingly following some kind of aura, and then returned to the place where the passage to the alien spirit ruins had disappeared.

His mostly silvery-white pupils stared intently at the porcelain void where the vortex had disappeared.

Good for relieving constipation.

Zu Daole's angry, ethereal voice echoed.

"Just a little bit short—ah—"