A Mortal's Journey: Starting as the Young Master of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 28 Crisis

"This spirit insect is so extraordinary; no wonder it easily dodged our attacks and Brother Jiang's magic weapon just now."

Having learned about the extraordinary nature of this spirit insect, everyone finally understood what had just happened.

Then, the Jin-surnamed cultivator said in a serious tone, "This spirit insect is indeed extraordinary, but there is one thing about it that is more valuable to us cultivators than the insect itself."

This immediately piqued everyone's interest. Jin Yan's identity was extraordinary, and he was even more valuable to them than the spirit insect itself, which shows how precious he was.

Mo Wu, most impatiently, said, "Brother Jin, stop keeping us in suspense, what is it?"

The man surnamed Jin smiled slightly, feigning composure as he surveyed the crowd: "Let's make it clear beforehand, I know how to deal with this spirit insect. However, regarding what I'm about to discuss, no matter how much there is, I must have a portion first. What do you all think?"

Upon hearing what the cultivator surnamed Jin said, everyone knew that this thing must be an extraordinary treasure.

Even though they were unwilling, they didn't know how to deal with the spirit insect, so they had no choice but to agree.

"Brother Jin, rest assured, we promise that no matter how much there is, you will definitely get your share. Brother Jin, please tell us first what that thing is. We are really curious." Mo Wu, on behalf of everyone, also agreed to the Jin-surnamed cultivator's request.

Seeing that they had agreed, the cultivator surnamed Jin stopped being coy and said, "This matter concerns advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, so please don't blame me for being a scoundrel in advance."

Upon hearing that it was an opportunity to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, everyone present began to breathe rapidly, and their eyes blazed with intense light.

Upon seeing this, the Jin-surnamed cultivator curled his lips into a smug smile and continued, "As fellow Daoists know, only one in ten late-stage Core Formation cultivators can actually form a Nascent Soul. Most of them perish at the final stage of mental cultivation."

The reason why this Void Heaven Heart Demon Bee is so named is not only because it possesses spatial supernatural powers, but also because the flapping of the wings of the swarm can trigger the inner demons of cultivators.

The honey produced by the Void Heaven Demon Bee during its metamorphosis is called Clear Heart Elixir, which has the effects of resisting inner demons, calming the mind, and enhancing spiritual awareness.

"You all just received a Haoyang Pill. If you have some good fortune in the future, it is not impossible for you to form a Nascent Soul. At that time, this Purifying Heart Elixir will be extremely important to us."

Even if one later feels hopeless about reaching the Nascent Soul stage, putting this Purifying Essence up for auction will still cause a frenzy among Core Formation cultivators, yielding a large sum of spirit stones.

Then, the cultivator surnamed Jin said with a smug expression, "How about it, fellow Daoists? I didn't lie to you, did I? Aren't you all tempted by this Clarity Elixir?"

Even Wen Tianren, who had seen many rare and precious materials, was tempted.

His purpose in coming to this ancient site was simply to try his luck and see if there were any insights or treasures that could help him form a Nascent Soul. He never expected to find such a spiritual item as the Clarifying Essence.

Shi Jing and the others were also excited, exclaiming, "It's such a spiritual object! We really made the right choice coming here. It seems that the value of this relic is far beyond what we expected."

With the opportunity before them, Mo Wu and the others didn't linger and all wanted to get the Clear Heart Elixir.

After advancing for a mile, the group was enveloped in a thick white fog.

No matter how many hand seals were used to dispel the fog, or how many magical artifacts were used to probe the way, the fog remained completely still, as if it were alive and shutting everything out.

Even more strangely, when one probed into it with their divine sense, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea—blurry and unclear, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Could it be another formation?" Shi Jing frowned, about to step forward and test it with her magic weapon.

The white mist suddenly surged and churned, like boiling water exploding!

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" Wen Tianren's pupils shrank sharply, and a warning screamed in his heart.

Without hesitation, his magical power surged, and he retreated like lightning.

Unexpectedly, the white mist spread with unbelievable speed! In the blink of an eye, even Wen Tianren couldn't escape, and the entire team was swallowed up!

When his vision cleared again, Wen Tianren was surrounded by hundreds of Zhou Tian Xing Chen needles, with a bronze round shield in front of him. He gripped the Zi Yun Banner tightly in his right hand, his magical power flowing continuously as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically, as if he had discovered something terrible.

Before them stood a massive bronze gate, ten zhang tall, with a relief of a coiled dragon on its door, its mouth holding a mirror, and what appeared to be a ball of golden flame.

Upon closer inspection, it is an ancient mirror made of pure gold. The mirror is about the size of a palm. One side is smooth as water, with a faint golden light flowing through it, while the other side is wrinkled, uneven, and looks ugly.

"The Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror?!"

Wen Tianren gasped in shock.

He himself owned a replica of the Eight Gates Golden Mirror, so he was very familiar with its appearance.

"Could this be the ruins of the cave dwelling of the Heavenly Mirror Hermit? For thousands of years, no one has known the location of this legendary hermit's cave dwelling. It's such a coincidence that I stumbled upon it."

At this moment, Wen Tianren's face was grim, and there was no excitement on his face as if he had encountered a tremendous opportunity.

He possessed a replica of the Eight-Gate Golden Mirror; how could he not understand its power?

What appears before him is the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation set up by the Heavenly Mirror Hermit using the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror. Although no one is in charge of the formation, its power, capable of annihilating a generation of Star Palace Saint Lord, means that even if it operates autonomously, it is beyond the capabilities of a Core Formation stage cultivator like himself.

"We need to find the dead end as soon as possible to have any chance of survival."

Wen Tianren forced himself to calm down and began to analyze the situation. He had a replica of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror and had some understanding of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array contained within it.

The eight gates—Life, Injury, Rest, Block, View, Death, Shock, and Open—each have their own uses and dangers. Furthermore, the golden flames released by the eight golden mirrors constantly fall into them, making it a matter of life and death.

The only way out is through the Gate of Death, which is both the gate of life and the most dangerous. Not only are there numerous illusions, but the other seven gates and the eight golden mirrors will also release golden divine flames that constantly bounce back and fall into the Gate of Death.

"boom--!"

Before Wen Tianren could make a move, a terrifying gravity pressed down like a mountain, causing his legs to buckle. At the same time, dust billowed up from the ground, and earth-attribute spiritual energy wrapped around his ankles like a spider web, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"This is the Gate of Injury. The gravity suppression here is truly terrifying. Ordinary cultivators are physically weak. If they enter the Gate of Injury and are suppressed by this gravity, coupled with the earth-attribute formation under their feet, they will definitely be hindered in their movements and perish here."

"Buzz!"

The golden mirror in the dragon's mouth suddenly shone brightly, and a golden beam of light as thick as a bowl tore through the void, striking directly at Wen Tianren's face!

At the critical moment, a thick blood mist appeared around Wen Tianren, and behind him, six tall phantoms faintly appeared.

Some had horns on their heads, while others were covered in scales. Each one was ferocious and terrifying, with fangs sticking out of their mouths. Grayish-white demonic energy swirled around them, making them look like demons descending to earth.

It was Wen Tianren who activated the Six Extremes True Demon Art to receive this attack.

The six demonic phantoms descended, protecting Wen Tianren in the middle, with the most ferocious-looking demon, Xiongming, blocking his way.

Its eyes flashed red, and its two large hands suddenly clasped together. Then, gray demonic fire spewed out of its mouth, heading towards the golden pillar of light.

"laugh!"

The golden flames and the demonic fire collided violently, unleashing a piercing shriek.

Although it blocked most of the power, the aftershocks still struck the arms of the ferocious demon like sharp blades, and instantly burned on the demonic body of the ferocious demon.

The fierce creature roared to the sky, its demonic energy surging, extinguishing the burning golden flames, but its arms were burned and turned a terrifying purplish-black color.

Behind Wen Tianren, with two horns on his head and a slender figure, the Six Demon Lords opened their mouths and spat out a faint red mist, which quickly enveloped the injured arms of the ferocious demon.

A moment later, the mist dissipated on its own, and the arm was restored.

Seeing that he had injured the six demonic phantoms with just one strike, Wen Tianren pushed the Six Extremes Demonic Art to its limit, and the gravity that had been applied to him was temporarily blocked by the six demonic phantoms.

Then a dark thundercloud, twenty or thirty feet long, appeared beneath him, and in the blink of an eye, he flew several miles away.