For more than ten days, Zhang Yan had been running around in the Little Cold World, searching for the cave dwelling that Elder Yuan had drawn out one by one, not missing a single one.
After a round of careful observation and verification with his own thoughts, he faintly understood something else.
It was just that on the notes left behind, there was a sense of resentment and regret between the lines.
Thinking about it, those who came here to cultivate in seclusion were actually forced to do so. Think about it, a lifetime of bitter cultivation, hundreds of years, even thousands of years, in order to seek longevity, but at the last step, they were blocked by the Heavenly Dao, unable to take a step out. In the end, even their original spirits could not escape, how unwilling would their hearts be?
But Zhang Yan was not moved by these emotions. The road ahead was chosen by oneself, in fact, they could also be reincarnated ahead of time, but since they had already decided to come here, it was obvious that they had already cast aside those thoughts, so no matter what the result was, they had to bear it themselves.
He searched for the cave dwelling every day, following the continuous mountain range all the way from the south to the north, getting further and further away from the entrance of the Little Cold World. Today, however, he arrived at the top of a bare mountain.
Facing the whistling cold wind, he stepped on the smoke, took out the Spring Bottle, drank a few mouthfuls of Yang Returning Wine, and swept his eyes back and forth. Almost in an instant, he found the cave dwelling he was looking for, waved his sleeves, pushed aside the cold wind, and descended.
He passed through the door and stepped in, flying close to the ground for about five hundred feet, suddenly heard a deep voice in front of him, "Which fellow cultivator has come here?"
For many days, Zhang Yan had not seen a living person, and now that he suddenly heard a human voice, he was slightly surprised.
But when he came in just now, he found that this place was different from where he was. There was very little dust, and the ground was quite clean, so he guessed that there might be someone living here. But since he had already come in, he did not think about leaving. Now that he heard the other party's question, his tone was gentle and calm, without the slightest displeasure or anger, so he took the initiative to step forward and said, "I am Zhang Yan, may I know which senior from the sect is cultivating here?"
On the opposite stone platform sat a middle-aged Daoist who looked to be in his forties. His black beard trailed down to his abdomen, and his face was elegant. It could be seen that he was a handsome man in the past, but now his aura was weak, and his face was gloomy and gloomy, looking sickly.
He looked at Zhang Yan's face a few times, and couldn't help but be surprised, "I see that fellow cultivator's Yang Qi is strong, and your eyes are clear, and your spirit is clear. You probably don't have long left, right? Why did you come to this Little Cold World? Did you offend someone? "
Zhang Yan shook his head, "No, it's just because of the sect's competition, I still have some doubts about the cultivation method, and with the guidance of the sect's elders, I specially came here to observe the experience of the predecessors, in order to increase my knowledge. It's just that when I came here, I only cared about comprehending the mystery, and didn't want to disturb senior's cultivation."
The middle-aged Daoist smiled and waved his hand, saying, "That's not a problem. This is already the depths of this Little Cold World, and along the way, you must have seen many of the seniors' remains. If you came ten days later, I'm afraid that the person you see would be the same as those people."
Zhang Yan glanced at this person, and from his words, it seemed that this person did not care about his life and death at all, but rather, there was a faint respect.
The middle-aged Daoist pointed to a cave wall in the west, and said, "On that cave wall are the carvings left by the predecessors, you can go and see for yourself."
Zhang Yan took a few steps forward and glanced around. After looking at many irrelevant cultivation techniques, he finally focused on the "Nine Primordial Numinous Treasure Mystic True Scripture". With a wave of his hand, he scattered the pearls and sat cross-legged under the cave wall. He used the light to carefully read it.
The middle-aged Daoist took a look, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that you have cultivated the Nine Numbers True Scripture?"
Zhang Yan's expression changed, and he stood up, saying, "Yes, senior, do you have any advice?"
He was sincerely asking for advice. Although he had gained a lot from reading the experiences of the predecessors, because of the limitations of the writing or his lack of understanding, some of the details were vague, and not very detailed. He always felt that he had not fully understood it, and he had to go back and explore it again. However, if there was someone who could explain it to him, then it would really be a worthwhile trip.
The middle-aged Daoist shook his head and smiled bitterly, "This cultivation method is profound and unpredictable, and even I don't understand it, and I've never heard of anyone who has cultivated it. Back then, I had a senior who was proud and arrogant, but he practiced it for a hundred years without any results, wasting his talent for nothing. If you turn back now, it's not too late."
Zhang Yan could hear the faint persuasion in the middle-aged Daoist's words, and he smiled faintly, and sat down again.
The middle-aged Daoist's body was shrouded in darkness, and he looked at Chu Li's back, and his eyes were flickering. After a while, he coughed, and said, "Fellow Daoist, since you have cultivated the Nine Numbers True Scripture, I believe you have not learned any superior cultivation method from the Qincang School. I have a superior cultivation method here, and it is not inferior to the Five Skills and Three Numbers True Scriptures. However, I have taken the wrong path back then, and I can no longer turn back to cultivate. It is a pity, but if you are willing to help me, and bring my Primordial Spirit out of this Little Cold Realm, and hand me over to the people of my clan, I will give this Daoist book to you. What do you think?"
Zhang Yan thought for a while, and then said frankly, "I'm afraid this is difficult. Fellow Daoist, your life is coming to an end, and your Primordial Spirit is extremely weak. I'm afraid it will dissipate before you can leave this realm. Even if I help you, it will not be of much use."
The middle-aged Daoist did not give up, and said, "Maybe you can try, there is always a possibility?"
Zhang Yan shook his head, there was almost no possibility of success.
For a demon like Gui Congyao, he still had to carefully prepare for many years, and then find a person with great luck to help him. Even so, it was not foolproof.
This Daoist obviously came up with this idea after seeing him, and he wanted to fight for a chance. Not to mention whether this would work or not, it was impossible to help him. If he accepted, he would be bearing the karma of this person. The two of them did not know each other, and he did not even know this person's name and background. If it was just for a cultivation method, it was impossible.
The Daoist saw that he did not agree, and suddenly laughed coldly, and said, "Don't think of taking away the cultivation method after I die. This cultivation method is naturally remembered in my heart, if my Primordial Spirit dissipates, it will dissipate from heaven and earth."
At this moment, Zhang Yan had already memorized the words on the cave wall, and he only needed to go back and slowly study it. He stood up, and bowed to the middle-aged Daoist. He waved his sleeve, and without saying a word, he was about to leave.
The middle-aged Daoist saw that he was about to leave, and immediately panicked, and shouted loudly, "Wait, what do you want for you to agree?"
Zhang Yan said indifferently, "This is something that I know I can't do, why do you have to force me?"
The middle-aged Daoist still did not want to give up, and his expression was conflicted. He clenched his teeth, and said, "My tribe still has a few magical weapons, and one of them is a profound weapon. It is just that I came here to cultivate, and I did not bring it with me. If you are willing to help me, I am willing to swear that I will give it to you as well."
Profound weapon?
Zhang Yan scoffed to himself.
He had two of them in that small pot mirror, and one on him. Not to mention profound weapons, he did not even lack true weapons. If it was someone else, they might be tempted, but he really did not care.
The middle-aged Daoist saw that he was still unwilling, and couldn't help but panic in his heart. He couldn't help but shriek, "You, you tell me, what do you want for you to help me?"
Zhang Yan looked at the person with pity, and the person's previous carefree attitude was completely gone, and what replaced it was only a ferocious expression. He sighed, and said, "That day when I came here, it was Daoist's own choice. I believe you have already expected this ending, so why do you have to make such a fool of yourself today?"
When the middle-aged Daoist heard this, he suddenly cursed, and said, "Bullsh * t! Do you know that I have suffered so much in these sixty years, and I have long been unable to endure it. If I had known this earlier, I would have learned from the people of my tribe to enjoy life, and why would I come here to suffer? That is fine, but you did not come earlier, nor did you come later. You just had to come before my lifespan is about to end, and you have clearly evoked my thoughts again. Today, whether you agree or not, you have to agree. If you don't, I will die either way, and I will drag you down with me. "
This was the Small Cold World, and there were no outsiders here. Even if he died, there would be no one to collect his corpse. There was also the Yin Wind raging outside, and naturally, the Original Spirit could not escape. He had already given up on this idea, but when Zhang Yan arrived, he noticed that it was the time when the Yin Wind of the Nine Underworlds was blowing, which meant that Zhang Yan was not afraid of this wind, and this made his hope reignite. However, he also knew that the more he begged, the more others would want to manipulate him. So at the beginning, he did his best to pretend to be calm, because he didn't want Zhang Yan to use this to threaten him, and ask for too many things from him.
But he never thought that after he threw out a few baits, this Zhang Yan would not be moved at all!
In fact, he had also miscalculated. Right now, Zhang Yan wanted to show off in the competition in three years, and even if he obtained a superior cultivation method now, he would not have the time to start cultivating from the beginning. Only with the Taixuan True Light could he find a chance to win.
Moreover, if he became one of the top ten disciples in the future, he naturally would not have to worry about cultivation methods. So what this middle-aged Daoist said, was only of little value to him.
Zhang Yan did not care about this kind of threat. Those who came here to break through were mostly Core Formation cultivators. Not to mention that the other was now at the end of his life, even if he was at his peak, if he wanted to kill Zhang Yan, he would have to ask the North Dark Sword clone in his consciousness for permission. He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, take care of yourself. I will take my leave."
The middle-aged Daoist finally gave up. His lips trembled, and a crazed look suddenly appeared on his face. He shouted, "Then you will accompany me to the grave!"
He waved his sleeve, and suddenly, blue smoke rolled behind him. The sound of tides was loud, like the churning of the sea. Huge waves surged, rolling up to a height of ten feet, and rushed to the top of the cave. Broken rocks flew everywhere, like rain, and came crashing down towards Zhang Yan.
But Zhang Yan stood where he was without moving. When the wild waves were about to fall on his body, he said indifferently, "What if I agree?"
"What?"
When the middle-aged Daoist heard these words, it was like a clap of thunder had flashed in his ears. He thought that Zhang Yan had changed his mind. He looked up, but saw that Zhang Yan was not dodging at all. He instantly panicked, and with a loud cry, he forcefully retracted the Core Fiend. It was just that Just Now, he had used almost all his strength. Now that he did this again, it almost shattered his Jindan. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his aura weakened again.
A light flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes, but with a wave of his sleeve, he turned into a wisp of smoke and left the cave. His voice could be heard from outside, saying, "Fellow Daoist is overcautious, and has no intention of severing everything. You have no intention of going back, and yet you have to come to this dangerous place to waste your time. What Dao have you cultivated, and what longevity do you seek? You had better be on your way. "
The middle-aged Daoist did not think that he would be made a fool of. He could only watch as Zhang Yan left. Not long after, his body trembled, and he let out a cry of unwillingness. He died instantly.
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