Of course, coming here is for treasure hunting.
Zhang Ling would not back down. He wanted to explore and see if the restrictions in this mountain were as dangerous as the legends said.
If it didn't live up to its name, it would be great if he could reach the summit with his own strength.
After checking the map in the jade slip with his divine sense, Zhang Ling directly entered the Divine Light Mountain.
"Alright, you can explore first, and call me if anything unexpected happens." At this moment, Blue Sparrow yawned, seeming a little tired.
After speaking, without waiting for an answer, it directly transformed into a ray of light and hid in the Sumeru Grotto within his sleeve.
Zhang Ling could only shake his head; he never expected this guy to contribute.
Sighing in his heart, with a wave of his hand, two balls of black light fell in front of him, turning into an iron lion puppet and a Xuanwu puppet.
These were the newly refined high-level puppets, and they could be used to explore this mountain.
A flash of spiritual light appeared on Zhang Ling's body, and he directly sat cross-legged on the back of the Xuanwu puppet. With a thought, the two puppets strode towards the summit.
Before long, they arrived at the mountainside and encountered no danger along the way. Instead, they discovered several spiritual fields.
But there wasn't much to gain; they were just ordinary spiritual fields, mostly planted with low-grade spiritual herbs. Of course, they also found a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, but the most expensive were only grade three spiritual herbs.
He naturally didn't care about them.
Without delay, Zhang Ling directly drove the puppets, carrying himself quickly towards the upper end of the mountainside, entering the gray mist.
Passing through the gray mist would lead to the summit.
However, time flew by, and an hour later, his expression was unsightly, still in the mist.
Looking at this gray mist from the foot of the mountain, the covered area was only a few dozen miles at most. Entering the gray mist range, it was fine at first. After walking for a while, the scenery in the gray mist changed drastically.
Patches of colorful clouds rose around him without warning, looking similar to the sea of clouds they had encountered when they first entered.
But there was a big difference; the colorful clouds born in the mountains were more ethereal and had stronger illusion power.
At this moment, a red mist covered an area of more than ten feet in front of him, hiding a huge crimson scorpion. Facing his arrival, this huge scorpion just wagged its tail on its own, lying on a black stone, seemingly asleep.
With a thought from Zhang Ling, the iron lion puppet in front spewed out a beam of fire, and the scorpion turned into ashes. The red mist also dissipated, reappearing in the gray mist.
After walking a few more steps, a black cloud condensed overhead, drizzling with rain. Many plants and trees covered with rainwater also grew on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings became dim, and he appeared in a rainforest.
Walking in the rain for a distance, with a sweep of his eyes, between several large trees, Zhang Ling saw a dilapidated thatched hut in the rain.
In the courtyard in front of the hut, next to a dry well, there was also a millstone-sized frog lying there, croaking.
Raindrops pattered on his body, and Zhang Ling could sense that the frog had faint spiritual energy, it was a first-order water frog beast.
The rain was not an illusion; they were real raindrops, but it seemed to be rainwater transformed by some kind of restriction power, definitely not naturally generated.
Although the thatched hut and the water frog beast didn't look real, Zhang Ling knew they were illusions.
He expressionlessly flicked his finger, and a flying sword shot out, cutting the thatched hut into pieces. Broken pieces of wood fell all over the ground.
The sword light flickered again, and the water frog beast was instantly cut in half, scattering a few drops of blood.
Walking closer, he could still smell a trace of blood, very real, as if he had really killed a demon beast.
After walking another hundred feet, the plants and trees in front became sparse. The black clouds overhead gradually faded, and as the clouds and mist flowed, they turned into a cloudless sky, and a scorching sun sprinkled hot sunlight.
Under his feet, the originally muddy ground also turned into soft yellow sand.
At a glance, he seemed to have appeared in a desert.
Just like this, occasionally illusory scenes were generated in front of him, and occasionally extremely real environments were generated. It made people feel a little恍惚, and Zhang Ling felt a little depressed.
He had already passed through dozens of such changing environments, although he had not walked out of this area. This mist did not cause much suppression to his divine sense, and he could easily check the surrounding dozens of miles.
But in the area swept by his divine sense, he did not find anything wrong.
The changing scenes still appeared constantly, interfering with his progress.
His divine sense was a bit stronger than that of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. He couldn't see any abnormality in these constantly changing scenes.
Zhang Ling thought to himself that although his divine sense seemed to be correct, his divine sense perception might have been biased without him realizing it.
That's why he had been in this illusion all along. At this time, he might have changed direction and was not walking towards the mountain at all.
Or he was just going around in circles. If this continued, he might be trapped to death in it.
Zhang Ling commanded the puppets to stop, and with a flash of spiritual light in his hand, he took out the square black token. At the same time, he also took out the bronze ancient lamp.
He first spat out a ball of blood essence, lit the bronze ancient lamp, and planned to try again, using this treasure to increase the power of his divine sense, to see if he could see some clues.
If he still couldn't see any clues, he would have to activate this passage token.
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and spread out the amplified divine sense power. He scanned the surrounding situation.
He didn't believe that he couldn't see any flaws with a divine sense perception that was a bit stronger than that of a late-Nascent Soul stage.
After a short few breaths, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he noticed a fist-sized rubble in the desert environment in front of him. There were some shallow scratches on it, which didn't seem to be anything unusual. There were many such rubble in the sand.
But at this time, in his divine sense perception, the engravings on the rubble flickered, looking very much like spiritual patterns.
Zhang Ling was overjoyed and walked over to check it carefully.
With a wave of his hand, he took the fist-sized rubble from the sand into his hand. He looked at it back and forth several times with his divine sense.
"So that's how it is."
He chuckled to himself. With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, he directly crushed the stone.
Suddenly, with him as the center, the yellow sand under his feet disappeared silently. It turned back into hard mountain rocks.
The surrounding desert environment was also disappearing quickly.
In a moment, there was no yellow sand. The environment within seventy or eighty feet turned back into a mountain rock surface, with a faint layer of gray mist floating under his feet, which was very thin.
The engravings on the rubble just now were a picture of the desert. After destroying it, it was as he guessed, and it destroyed the illusion in an area.
Zhang Ling controlled the two puppets to move quickly and continued forward. He fell into the thick gray mist again.
The mist obscured his eyes, and a bamboo forest was transformed. Walking in it, he could still hear bursts of birdsong, and the environment was very quiet.
His eyes swept over the green bamboos one by one, and then he found a bamboo shoot buried in the soil not far to the left.
The lines on the bamboo shoot's leaves didn't seem to be anything unusual, but like the rubble just now, the lines on it were changing extremely slowly under the observation of his divine sense, forming a bamboo forest pattern.
A fireball shot out from the iron lion puppet's mouth and blasted the bamboo shoot into ashes. The green bamboos in front of him swayed a few times, and then all disappeared.
Zhang Ling chuckled and went all the way without delay. A quarter of an hour later, he finally walked out of the gray mist.
He immediately put away the bronze ancient lamp, and at the same time took out a blood-red pill and swallowed it to replenish the consumed blood essence.
In fact, with the cultivation of the Glazed Demon Bone, the blood and energy in his body had increased a lot. The consumption of using the bronze ancient lamp had also decreased a lot.
At this moment, the place where he came out was a wide gravel road. The front was suddenly clear, without any mist.
With a sweep of his divine sense, Zhang Ling saw the road ahead clearly. Not far away, there was a hundred-foot-sized square.
On one side of the square stood a huge stone archway, and behind it were sections of steps, leading all the way to the palace complex on the top of the mountain.
It was not far from there.
Arriving at the square, Zhang Ling also noticed that there were many square stones standing on the periphery of the square, like stone tablets. There were many of them, surrounding the square in several circles, which looked a bit strange.
Many of them were dilapidated, but some were well-preserved, shining with gray spiritual light.
Coming to a well-preserved stone tablet, Zhang Ling waved his hand, and a yellow light turned into a gust of wind, blowing on it. He wanted to test what the stone tablet did.
After the yellow wind swept over, the gray light on the stone tablet was scattered. The original appearance of the stone tablet was revealed. Many small characters were engraved on it, like scriptures.
The characters above were recorded in immortal seal script.
This didn't stump him. When studying demon script before, he had dabbled in various ancient immortal scripts and could recognize them.
Zhang Ling swept through it, and his expression became strange. What was recorded above was not a cultivation technique, but a cultivation experience.
However, it was just a cultivation experience of water spiritual power application, which was not very profound. In his opinion, it would be most helpful for Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators to practice spells.
He also walked to a broken stone tablet next to him and glanced at it. It was also a cultivation experience, although some of the words were no longer clear.
He still saw that it was a cultivation experience of fire spiritual power. It was also not very profound.
"Could it be that these stone tablets are all recording cultivation experiences?" Zhang Ling touched his chin, looking at the hundreds of stone tablets standing on the square, and muttered to himself.
Spiritual light condensed in his hand, and he summoned a gust of wind, quickly sweeping across the entire square, blowing away the gray mist on these stone tablets.
Afterwards, he released his powerful divine sense power again, looking at the records on these stone tablets.
In the blink of an eye, he checked more than a dozen stone tablets. Zhang Ling was slightly surprised. He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that he guessed correctly. These stone tablets really recorded cultivation experiences. Moreover, the closer to the center of the square, the more profound the cultivation experiences above.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling's expression changed, and he flew directly from the puppet and landed in front of a stone tablet in the innermost circle, with a hint of joy on his face.
What was recorded on this stone wall was a profound method of earth spiritual power application.
From his current cultivation level, it was still a bit profound. Zhang Ling studied it carefully and felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
He gently touched the ground with one foot, and several thick earth-yellow stone cones instantly appeared beside him.
This was an ordinary earth cone technique, which Qi Refining stage cultivators could cast.
He could cast it instantly, and naturally it was not a problem. It was easy to cast hundreds or thousands of them.
However, this time the casting used very little spiritual power, which could be basically ignored. Only borrowing the power of the earth and rocks under his feet, with very little spiritual power traction, the earth cone was instantly stabbed out.
In terms of casting speed and consumption, it was easier than before.
Although it was a small spell, just slightly changing the operation of spiritual power, Zhang Ling felt that his use of earth spiritual power was more profound.
Looking at the cultivation experience on the stone tablet in front of him, he felt a sense of畅快in his heart.
He flicked his finger lightly, and seven or eight jade slips floated out of the storage bracelet. Zhang Ling's eyes flickered with essence, controlling the jade slips to quickly record the cultivation experiences on these stone tablets.
These cultivation experiences are mostly five-element spells, but there are also many profound spiritual power operation methods like this. He even saw several Nascent Soul condensation experiences.
Carefully studying these experiences, and drawing inferences about other cases from one instance, would definitely be of great help to himself.
This was not an ordinary harvest. Profound cultivation experiences like this were difficult to find outside. They were all secret inheritances of various sects.
Many of the cultivation experiences on the stone tablets in the square were more profound than the collections in the Haoyuan Sect. They were definitely not weaker than the inheritance of small and medium-sized sects.
He also thought in his heart, could these all be the collections of Divine Light True Person? This ancient cultivator of ten thousand years ago had amazing strength. It was nothing to have these collections.
After a while, Zhang Ling recorded all the cultivation experiences and specially collected them in a jade box. He walked through the square, passed through the huge stone archway, and followed the first-level steps towards the palace complex on the top of the mountain.
He didn't forget the main purpose of this trip, to help Miss Ruolan find the treasure that assists in resisting thunder tribulation.
Of course, his own purpose was to enter the Lost God Palace and find the Lost God Fruit.
According to the route guidance given to him by Miss Ruolan, the Lost God Fruit was growing in a spiritual pool in the Lost God Palace.
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At the same time, in the Yellow Spirit Cave, Dongfang Ya roughly checked the large amount of books and jade slips in the cave. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
A large part of these were related to ghost Dao, Yin evil and other secret arts, formations.
Even a black, strange jade box contained an extremely profound and magical secret method, called Reversing Yin and Yang Life and Death Great Method.
This secret technique was Yin evil. Dongfang Ya felt a chill after reading it once. This secret method could actually summon the legendary great demon ghost, sacrifice the Nascent Soul, and perform the technique of reversing Yin and Yang.
However, the requirements for performing this technique were extremely high. At least a late-Nascent Soul cultivation level was required, and a powerful Yin evil array had to be set up before the technique could be successfully performed.
After performing the technique, the cultivator who performed the technique would definitely die, and the soul would be swallowed by the great demon ghost. It was unknown why this secret technique was carefully preserved here.
Was it related to Divine Light True Person?
