Cultivating To Immortality

The male cultivator had no time to think and immediately activated his magic power, summoning his Lifebound Flying Sword spiritual artifact, intending to destroy the teleportation formation at the first opportunity.

After all, no matter who was about to be teleported down, it was an uncertain threat to the two of them, and they couldn't predict what consequences it would bring. It was better to quickly destroy the teleportation formation.

However, just as the male cultivator's Flying Sword approached the formation platform, a dazzling white beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, accurately striking the core of the formation platform.

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud bang, a powerful spatial force surged within the teleportation formation, instantly repelling the male cultivator's spiritual artifact.

That powerful spatial force even shook the cultivator couple, causing them to retreat several steps and lose their balance.

A moment later, the light beam gradually dissipated, and a figure appeared on the formation platform.

It was a young man dressed in black robes, standing quietly in the center of the formation platform, with a stern expression and a black token suspended beside him.

The black-robed young man had a refined and handsome face, a tall and upright figure, and his overall appearance was quite impressive.

However, what was even more terrifying was the powerful aura surrounding him. Just sensing a trace of it made the cultivator couple's faces instantly turn pale, and cold sweat streamed down their bodies.

This person was none other than Fang Hong, who had returned to the continent from the Azure Wave Sea.

"Nascent... Nascent Soul Cultivator."

The male cultivator's voice began to tremble, his eyes filled with terror, and his legs were even a little unsteady.

This suffocatingly powerful pressure was something he had only vaguely experienced from his sect's Old Ancestor before.

However, the aura released by this black-robed young man in front of him far surpassed that of his sect's Old Ancestor, even by a hundredfold.

The male cultivator desperately suppressed the fear in his heart, quickly retrieved his spiritual artifact, bowed deeply, and respectfully saluted.

"This humble one, Chen Feng, greets Senior Nascent Soul."

The female cultivator also immediately came to her senses and quickly followed suit, not daring to show the slightest disrespect, not even daring to raise her head, her face filled with panic.

Fang Hong looked at the two with an expressionless face, a hint of doubt and surprise in his eyes.

This cave in White Desert Mountain was remote and desolate, and logically, few high-rank cultivators would set foot here. He didn't expect that there would actually be Core Formation Stage cultivators idle enough to stumble in by mistake?

"You two, why are you here?" Fang Hong put away his great teleportation token and asked directly.

The cultivator couple's strength wasn't too bad; the man was at the Early Stage of Core Formation Stage, and the woman had also reached the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment Stage. It was unlikely for them to appear in this hidden cave without reason.

Upon hearing Fang Hong's question, the male cultivator's face immediately showed a difficult expression.

After hesitating for a moment, he secretly glanced at Fang Hong, seeing his cold and emotionless expression, which made him even more uneasy.

So, the male cultivator quickly replied, "To answer Senior, we two are Elders of the High Heaven Sect. Due to an unexpected change in our sect, we had no choice but to flee and came to this White Desert Mountain for refuge."

"We accidentally discovered this cave and formation and did not know that this was Senior's territory. Please forgive our disrespect, Senior."

"sect change? What happened to the High Heaven Sect?" Fang Hong raised an eyebrow and continued to ask.

He was not very familiar with the forces on the continent, but he remembered that the High Heaven Sect, as one of the two major sects in the Sand Country, had a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor presiding over it. What kind of change could have occurred?

Chen Feng sighed lightly, his expression helpless, and explained, "Senior, you may not know, but some time ago, the Netherworld Sect from the Western Regions fully invaded the Sand Country, intending to annex its territory, and a fierce battle broke out with the High Heaven Sect and Divine Fire Sect of the Sand Country."

"Oh? Netherworld Sect? Is its strength so powerful that it can simultaneously contend against two major sects?" Fang Hong said with slight interest.

"Yes, Senior, I heard that the Netherworld Sect's Old Ancestor is a great cultivator at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul Stage, and the Old Ancestors of the two sects in the Sand Country are no match for him."

"Seeing the unfavorable situation, we two left the battlefield and fled here," the male cultivator said helplessly.

"Late Stage of Nascent Soul? A bit interesting. Where is the battlefield? Are both sides still fighting now?" Fang Hong asked, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes.

These several sects are not weak; I can collect their cultivation techniques for reference.

"The battlefield is in the Star-Moon Wasteland. As far as I know, both sides are currently engaged in the final decisive battle these past few days, and the outcome should be decided very soon," the male cultivator respectfully replied.

Hearing this tone, could it be that this Senior intends to participate in the battle?

"Good, you may leave. However, you are not allowed to reveal the secret of this cave to anyone," Fang Hong nodded and waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes. Senior, please rest assured, we two swear that we will not reveal a single word."

The male cultivator nodded repeatedly, his face full of trepidation, and quickly led the female cultivator beside him to turn and fly towards the cave entrance, fearing that staying even one more breath would anger this Senior.

However, just as they approached the cave entrance, their bodies trembled violently, and they fell directly to the ground from the air, instantly turning into two cold corpses.

Fang Hong raised his hand and, with a gesture, collected their Storage Pouches into his palm. His Divine Sense swept through them, finding no valuable items inside, but he did find a map of the Sand Country, which was somewhat useful to him.

He casually summoned his demon gourd and absorbed the two corpses into it, refining them into spirit pills. It was better not to let others know about the teleportation formation.

Then, Fang Hong flew out of the cave, stood suspended in the air, and with a flick of his sleeve, set up a powerful restriction formation around the cave.

With this formation, even a cultivator at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul Stage would not be able to easily break into this place by even half a step.

After concealing the cave, Fang Hong glanced at the map, then transformed into a streak of light, breaking through the air and rapidly flying towards the Star-Moon Wasteland.

...

The Star-Moon Wasteland is a desolate area on the border of the Sand Country.

This region is vast, with open and flat terrain. There is hardly any trace of green life, not a blade of grass grows, and the entire land is covered by a layer of reddish-brown soil.

This wasteland is located at the junction of the Sand Country and the Western Regions and has historically been a frequent battlefield for conflicts between cultivators from both areas.

At this very moment, on this vast wasteland, the two major sects of the Sand Country—the High Heaven Sect and the Divine Fire Sect—were jointly confronting the powerful enemy from the Western Regions, the Netherworld Sect.

The three forces were engaged in an unprecedentedly fierce decisive battle on the wasteland.

The battlefield was meticulously divided into four areas: the Qi Refinement Stage battlefield, the Foundation Establishment Stage battlefield, the Core Formation Stage battlefield, and the Nascent Soul Stage battlefield.

In each battlefield, cultivators of similar cultivation levels fought separately. The battle was extremely brutal, with Killing Intent soaring to the sky.

The entire wasteland was enveloped by intense Magic Power fluctuations.

On the Qi Refinement Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage battlefields, low-rank disciples manipulated spiritual artifacts and unleashed spells, fighting continuously. Sparks flew, dust billowed, and flashes of spiritual light from clashing spells occasionally flickered in the sky.

Explosions, roars, and screams rose and fell.

To avoid mutual interference, the four major battlefields were spaced sufficiently far apart.

Especially the battles between Nascent Soul Cultivators, which were grand in scale and far from the other three battlefields.

Otherwise, with a single strike from a Nascent Soul Cultivator, all those low-rank disciples would perish.