webnovel Chapter 484 - 246: The Golden Key’s Guidance, Immortal Fiend Divine Arrow Dao
Chapter 484 - 246: The Golden Key’s Guidance, Immortal Fiend Divine Arrow Dao
The key bore ancient traces, unmistakably belonging to a distant era. It seemed to faintly harbor a mysterious power, a fluctuation Zheng Yi could sense but couldn’t harness.
The golden light on it flickered slightly from time to time, and in Zheng Yi’s Divine Soul Sensing, it seemed to have a peculiar connection with the entire Sumeru Forest Cave Heaven, although extremely weak, it always existed.
"Who is this skeleton? And what is this key?!"
Zheng Yi couldn’t figure out what it truly was, but deep in his heart, he vaguely felt that this golden key was greatly related to this Sumeru Forest Cave Mansion.
After obtaining the golden key, Zheng Yi didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he searched through the fierce beasts’ nest, taking all the good things, embodying the spirit of "a thief never leaves empty-handed."
After all, inside the Sumeru Forest Cave Heaven, the simulated environment is still that of the Ancient Cultivation Environment, where many Spiritual Objects are already scarce or even extinct in the outside world.
Anything you can take out is a treasure, and it would be a waste not to take it.
This is why, even with the strong pressures from Core Formation Sects like the Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect, some people are still willing to take risks here after so many years.
After all, a horse won’t get fat without night grass, and a man won’t get rich without unexpected wealth.
The world of cultivators seems ethereal, but human nature is similar to that of the Mortal Realm, with no difference.
After emptying the fierce beasts’ nest of treasures, Zheng Yi didn’t linger and left the area directly.
Only a multitude of dead fierce beast corpses were left, still narrating the cruelty of the previous battle.
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"No wonder this secret realm opens only once every few hundred years. The internal structure of the Sumeru Forest Cave Mansion, replicating the Ancient Cultivation Environment, greatly differs from today’s external Cultivation Realm. Many Spirit Grass and Spirit Essence here would cause fights outside, and the breeding fierce beasts are countless!"
A young Sword Cultivator, stepping on a Flying Sword, had a few claw marks on his elegant form, looking somewhat disheveled.
Under his feet lay dozens of fierce beast corpses, larger than a giant bear.
With a still voice, tinged with urgency, his facial expression was solemn as he looked into the distance.
In the dense forest, towering trees stretched their massive canopies, forming vast shadows, seemingly dividing the world below and above them.
This small world also had a light source akin to the sun, derived from a certain Guiding Array, baffling those who entered, though hard to understand.
One could imagine how enormous the force was that once created this secret realm.
But now, they were more concerned about their own safety.
After all, entering the Sumeru Forest Cave Heaven made one’s safety not self-determined, given the simulation of ancient environments, where many dangers lurked—just in these layered shadows, who knows how many types and how many numbers of fierce beasts were hidden?
Just moments ago, upon entering the forest, he was attacked by a terrifying giant bear beast, breaking through only after a fierce struggle.
Yet in facing the more archaic cultivation environment and the dense forest afar, he did not retreat; instead, his eyes glowed with even more brilliant light.
This place is fraught with danger, but, for truly elite cultivators, is it not also a rare Great Creation?
Especially for a Sword Cultivator like him, combat and skirmishes are commonplace; only by continuously challenging the strong and honing oneself can one pursue higher realms of power.
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Boom!
On a desert-like Gobi, beneath the surging yellow sands, a figure wielding a heavy war axe maneuvered with exceedingly agile body technique amid the assault of bull-sized scorpions.
Each of those scorpions raised their massive pincers, their tail stingers shining high, resembling prehistoric beasts, posing a great threat. Yet this cultivator was battle-hardened, the heavy war axe in his hand transforming into the scythe of Death God, striking heavily on the scorpions’ heads.
Directly splitting open the scorpions’ heads, the viscous dark green blood flowed from the soft sand, spreading continuously.
Before long, this area swarming with yellow sand had been dyed green by the blood of dead scorpions, a nauseating aroma wafting through the air.
Swish swish!
Finally witnessing the terror of their prey, the remaining scorpions, realizing they had hit a hard target—even these low-intelligence Ancient Fierce Beasts had the instinct to flee—in no time dared not challenge him, each emitting sharp screeches, swinging their long legs to burrow into the yellow sand, vanishing without a trace.
Holding the heavy war axe in one hand, the cultivator sat on a split-open scorpion carcass, his expression showing seriousness and solemnity.
"Crossing this desert teeming with poisonous beasts isn’t an easy task as it seems. My initial assumption was perhaps too naive," he murmured to himself, slightly out of breath.
On this seemingly diminutive yet exceptionally robust brawny man’s body, his exposed skin was clearly etched with bizarre text, forming a shield-like Defense Array that, even when those sharp scorpion tail stingers pierced him, couldn’t penetrate the skin surface, keeping him safe from the toxin.