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Inevitable death.
This was the only conclusion set for that Humanoid Creature by Northern Crossing Qing.
As he fought fiercely, the others who had entered the tomb were also engaged in battle.
Some faced trials of desperation, some confronted tests of familial bonds, while others grappled with choices about the future. In short, every Cultivator who stepped onto the Treasure Path was undergoing various trials tailored to them.
Zuo Dao strolled through the ancient space, moving slowly. The miniature Wangfeng Platform floated in his palm, absorbing the drifting energy from the surroundings.
Though many words from the Northern Crossing Immortal remained unspoken for some reason, he felt a vague sense of something, yet he couldn't quite grasp it.
The light grew dimmer, and in the distance, several massive mountain silhouettes gradually came into view. As he approached, the outlines became clearer.
The bare mountains could be compared to Spirit Sword Mountain, but these peaks were several times larger. If Spirit Sword Mountain was immense, then these mountains could only be described as colossal.
There were five mountains in total; even from a distance, Zuo Dao could sense that these five peaks represented the five elements, standing like fingers in the vastness of space.
Wuzhishan.
A shiver ran down Zuo Dao's spine. Could it be so uncanny that he would see Wuzhishan here? He just wondered if this Wuzhishan suppressed that rebellious monkey beneath it.
When he finally drew near, he couldn't help but chuckle; it merely resembled Wuzhishan but had no relation to the Wuzhishan that contained Qi Dasheng.
It seemed this was indeed the place of the Northern Crossing Immortal. Arriving at the center of the five great mountains, he gently placed the Wangfeng Platform on the ground and then quietly observed the surrounding peaks.
In an instant, he found himself atop the Wangfeng Platform.
As the Wangfeng Platform regained its true form, the surrounding mountains suddenly radiated light. Five visible beams shot toward the Wangfeng Platform, wrapping around it like a swirling vortex.
As the Wangfeng Platform began to expand, countless figures appeared on its peak. These were all individuals brought by Zuo Dao from the Northern Crossing Star. No one knew that this time, Zuo Dao not only took away the Heterodox but also conveniently abducted the Tiger Soul War Division. Meanwhile, all the members of the Tiger Soul War Division were left aboard the Battleship outside the star, while every single Heterodox individual was gathered into the Wangfeng Platform.
The people present were stunned by the scene before them. Yan Zhen stood silently beside Zuo Dao, but his expression hinted at something deeper.
"Is this environment suitable for you?" Zuo Dao asked.
"Yes, it feels just like being in the womb," Yan Zhen replied calmly.
"Are you all like this?" Zuo Dao turned to look at the others behind him.
Huang Xishi, Feng Miaomiao, Tai Shu Yun, Teng Chong, Ping, Yan Zi, Yan Hong, Seven Unruly Disciples, Tang Fengyue, and Lu Jiaqi nodded in agreement.
"Then it seems I haven't come to the wrong place. Fengyue, let the Heterodox cultivate properly; such opportunities are rare," Zuo Dao said meaningfully to Tang Fengyue.
"Yes, Sect Master, I understand. This place is tailor-made for us; they know what to do even without my guidance," Tang Fengyue quickly recovered after a brief moment of distraction.
"Alright, go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll take a stroll elsewhere." Seeing the expressions of those around him, Zuo Dao realized he was unnecessary here.
The Three Women did not insist on following him, which spoke volumes about how attractive this environment was.
"That old Drunken Old Man really knows how to make a big move. If only he had brought his crew here sooner; they wouldn't be so rebellious now," Zuo Dao thought to himself.
Such a wonderful cultivation environment had been handed to him; he couldn't help but wonder what that old fellow from Northern Crossing was thinking.
"However, what did his awakening mean earlier?" Looking at the immense Divine Lock and Celestial Chain within him, Zuo Dao couldn't help but chuckle at himself. Whatever it was, he had his own power now; he would handle things as they came.
The Wangfeng Platform plunged into a fervent wave of cultivation.
Northern Crossing Qing had reached the brink of life and death. After paying the price of his short arm, he finally brought down the second Humanoid Creature with his gun, but by then, he was already running on empty.
The enemies pouring in showed no signs of diminishing; in fact, they seemed to be increasing in his blurred vision.
"Am I really going to die?" he thought deep down.
The gun in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, no longer like the Startled as a Dragon he once wielded, but more akin to a dragon trapped in a shallow pool.
Though he felt unwilling, he knew he had done everything he could.
With one last shot, he knocked an enemy aside, but finally, he could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee. Yet more enemies rushed in, and countless attacks rained down upon him.
"Are you just going to give up? Are you going to abandon the glory of your ancestors?" A voice like thunder erupted in his mind at that critical moment.
"Have you forgotten the celestial Bloodline you possess? Have you forsaken your own will?"
"Coward! You are unworthy to be a descendant of the Northern Crossing Immortal!"
Each word pierced his nerves, each denial igniting his fury.
"No."
At that moment, Northern Crossing Qing raised his head and roared out his defiance.
Isn't it just death? Am I, Northern Crossing Qing, who is supposed to be a descendant of immortals, going to be frightened by mere death?
No.
Although I can be called and treated like a dog by them, and although I may be beaten to the brink of death, I carry the Bloodline of the Northern Crossing Immortal!
I have my own convictions, my own path.
In tatters, covered in blood and wounds, he finally unleashed an unprecedented power.
A beam of light surged from within him. The injuries on his body began to heal as this light appeared, and a severed arm started to regenerate at a visible speed.
In just a fleeting moment, Northern Crossing Qing danced on the edge of life and death. Those who have not experienced it will never know the bitterness, pain, and happiness that lie within.
All attacks were blocked by that beam of light.
Little did he know that somewhere in this space, a figure was watching him with a look of satisfaction. He was unaware that in another realm, someone had lifted their head towards him, revealing a pleased smile.
The Beast Spear once again radiated vitality in his hands, as a reborn giant dragon roared among the endless creatures.
Changes were occurring within him at an astonishing pace. The previously desiccated meridians were teleporting boundless power into him.
The nameless forces from earlier battles reemerged within him.
Transformed Northern Crossing Qing began his true rampage, leaving no one standing against him. Countless heads burst under his spear, and innumerable severed limbs flew through the air.
What had once been incredibly dangerous Humanoid Creatures now seemed utterly fragile.
No one in this world could confine him; no one could kill him.
This was his domain; this was the first step he would take.
Someone asked what the hardest step in cultivation is.
Is it the formidable Cultivation Method? Is it the endless resources? Is it the elusive opportunities?
At this moment, Northern Crossing Qing would loudly tell the world: none of these. The hardest part is how to see oneself clearly.
It was then that Northern Crossing Qing realized what he truly wanted. It wasn't the path to immortality, nor was it the mundane pursuits within the Beidu Family, but rather to walk his own path.
Because of his sudden enlightenment, Northern Crossing Qing managed to escape a calamity, leaving heavy footprints on the Treasure Path. However, some people were not so fortunate.
Zhao Quan was struggling through the desert at this time, having lost track of how long he had been trekking. He only knew that this desert was vast—so vast that he had exhausted all his spiritual energy and depleted his supply of medicinal pills, yet he still could not find his way out.
In that moment, Youmeng Long also felt he had reached his limit. The endless smashing against the boulders before him had left his hands trembling and his body shaking uncontrollably. Both faced an infinite challenge; the difference between him and Zhao Quan was that one faced an endless desert while the other confronted an endless expanse of boulders.
Some cultivators had already fallen on this Treasure Path due to a lack of perseverance and strength.
Everyone was fighting for various reasons, but this path was inherently a one-way street; only those truly recognized could walk further along it.
Zuo Dao was also on his journey, but he was completely different from others.
Though this space was dilapidated and dim, he still saw landscapes that others could not perceive.
Every flower and tree, every mountain and stream transformed into vibrant scenery in his eyes, as if even this space became brighter under his gaze.
From the Heart.
To him, the Treasure Path was merely a trail adorned with countless beautiful sights; his goal lay far beyond it, as the path led deeper into the unknown.
He wanted a path to Broad Avenue, and if there was none, he would carve it out with his own feet.
Those within Xianzuka were fighting for their future, while those outside were equally tense.
Time passed, and three months had gone by outside Xianzuka. The number of Cultivators around had not diminished; instead, it was increasing at a terrifying rate.
With the absence of Zuo Dao, countless Cultivators had forged a path to Xianzuka with their blood and flesh.
They had no better way to find a shortcut into Xianzuka other than risking their lives.
No one was forced, nor did anyone need to be. One by one, the Cultivators embarked on an irreversible journey for the legendary Immortal Path. Although some perished, others managed to enter safely.
Yet even those Cultivators who stepped through the stone gate wore no expressions of joy.
Cultivating immortality is difficult; becoming an immortal is even harder.
Some gave up, while others persevered. Some lacked the opportunity, while others missed theirs.
It remained uncertain whether these individuals truly understood the meaning of cultivating immortality.
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