There was a golden light in front of him. After the golden light dissipated, Mo Wen discovered that he was in a valley.
In the valley, the vegetation was lush, the trees were green, and the chirping of insects and birds could be heard.
Mo Wen glanced at his surroundings and noticed that there were many medicinal fields in the valley. They were planted with medicinal herbs.
"So many precious spirit herbs."
Mo Wen glanced over and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
The herbs planted in those fields were all extraordinary. Almost all of them were spiritual herbs, and some of them were even very precious spiritual herbs.
For example, that piece of Purple Fairy Ganoderma was a rare mystic level elixir in the Immortal Cultivation World. Under normal circumstances, it was almost impossible to see it.
There were several hundred stalks of Purple Fairy Mushrooms planted in the valley, and almost all of them were mature spiritual medicines with medicinal ages of over a thousand years. Any one of them would be priceless in the Cultivation World.
In addition, there was also Nine Turn Ginseng, Eight Spirit Flower, Sky Moon Grass …
In the Immortal Cultivation World, all of them were rare spirit herbs and spirit medicines. However, they could be seen everywhere in the valley, growing on the ground like weeds.
Mo Wen couldn't help but feel a little excited. He took a few steps forward and prepared to pluck a stalk of Sky Moon Grass.
However, just as his hand touched the mysterious silver grass, it directly passed through it. He did not touch anything at all, as if everything was just an illusion.
Mo Wen placed his hand on the Heavenly Moon Grass and shook it a few times. As expected, he couldn't feel anything. Although the Heavenly Moon Grass was in front of him, it was like an illusion.
He laughed bitterly. Sure enough, it didn't exist. It was just an illusion. The fire in his heart cooled down by half.
It made sense. The Sky Moon Grass and Nine Turn Ginseng were rare spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines in the Immortal Cultivation World. They had very high requirements for the environment they grew in. Only places with abundant spiritual energy could grow such spiritual plants.
It was almost impossible for there to be piles of high level spirit herbs in the valley. After all, the environment in which a stalk of Profound Rank spirit herb grew would probably absorb all the Spiritual Qi within a ten kilometer radius. It was impossible for a second stalk of spirit herb to grow.
"Did I just appear in an illusion?"
A look of contemplation flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. He glanced at his surroundings. There were many valleys with tall mountains on both sides. He could not see the end. Since those spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines were all illusions, then the surrounding environment was most likely an illusion.
After all, he had just been in the Devil Demon Palace. It didn't make sense for him to appear here in the blink of an eye. Since it was teleportation, it was impossible to teleport so far in one go.
Perhaps his body was still in that strange hall, but his mind was trapped in this illusion.
Mo Wen furrowed his brows and tried his best to focus. He attempted to pull his consciousness out of the illusion and return to his body. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, there was no effect at all.
In the end, he could only give up and helplessly walked towards the center of the valley, hoping to find something there.
The valley was huge, with a radius of dozens of miles. As he went deeper, the vegetation became more and more sparse. A huge altar slowly appeared in front of him. That altar stood in the middle of the grass and was three meters tall. There were many strange runes carved on it. They were dark red in color and emitted a gloomy aura.
At this moment, there was a huge cauldron placed on top of the altar. The cauldron was more than 20 meters tall and more than 10 meters wide. It was astonishingly huge, and it was completely green and red in color, emitting an ancient and wild aura.
On the body of the cauldron, there were all kinds of ferocious beasts carved. There were Yazi, Candle Dragons, Taowu, and other wild divine beasts. Those divine beasts were vivid and lifelike, as though they were alive. Mo Wen could feel the strong pressure from the bodies of the ferocious beasts even from a few hundred meters away.
At this moment, there was an old man in a white robe sitting on top of the cauldron. He was like a mass of white light, giving off an illusory feeling.
Mo Wen took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the old man in the white robe. He realized that the old man in the white robe was also looking at him.
"I unintentionally barged into this place. Senior, you are too kind."
He was slightly nervous and hurriedly bowed. Although he did not know who this old man in the white robe was, for him to appear in this place, he was definitely not simple.
The old man in the white robe seemed to not see Mo Wen's bow. His eyes were empty as he looked at Mo Wen indifferently. He was like a shell without a soul.
"Successor, only by passing my test can you receive my inheritance."
An emotionless voice came from the mouth of the old man in the white robe. It was like a machine speaking.
"Inheritance?"
Mo Wen was slightly stunned and did not react for a moment. However, he immediately realized something.
"Primordial Soul Pearl!"
He cried out in surprise. Could it be that he was receiving the inheritance of the Primordial Soul Pearl? He did not forget the previous scene. It seemed that before the accident happened, a mass of golden Primordial Soul Pearl had hit his body. Then, he lost consciousness.
Could it be that the mass of Primordial Soul Pearl had taken a fancy to his aptitude and was trying to pass the inheritance to him?
Mo Wen had a ridiculous feeling in his heart. He was not an Immortal Cultivator. He was just an ancient martial art practitioner. In the eyes of the Immortal Cultivators, what kind of aptitude could he have? He almost never dreamed that an Immortal Cultivator's Primordial Soul Pearl would take a fancy to him.
That was because it was almost impossible. He knew his own capabilities. So, previously in the mysterious main hall, when he found so many Primordial Soul Pearls, he was at most shocked. He did not have much of a reaction.
Could it be that the accident that had happened in the Devil Demon Palace had caused the Primordial Soul Pearl to lower the standard of choosing an inheritor? So, it had reached the level of "no chooser". So, it had randomly grabbed a person and handed over the inheritance?
Mo Wen did not understand why such a strange thing had happened. However, he understood that everything before his eyes might be an opportunity for him. If he could obtain the inheritance of a Mighty Immortal Cultivator, he might be able to embark on the path of Immortal Cultivation.
A glint of passion flashed in his eyes. The way he looked at the old man in the white robe was suddenly different.
He, who understood the Primordial Soul Pearl, knew that the old man in the white robe had died many years ago. What was left now was only the image of his lifetime inheritance. It did not have any spiritual intelligence or thoughts. It was only responsible for passing on the inheritance step by step.
Mo Wen took a deep breath and bowed to the old man in the white robe sincerely. Then, he strode up to the altar.
When he walked up to the altar, the altar suddenly lit up. One by one, the runes lit up and enveloped the surroundings.
The old man in the white robe stretched out his hand and waved. A beam of white light immediately enveloped Mo Wen, forming a light circle with a diameter of about five meters. Mo Wen stood in the middle of the light circle.
After the white light enveloped Mo Wen, the old man in the white robe did not pay attention to him anymore. Instead, he floated down from the big cauldron and walked to sit 20 meters away from Mo Wen's body. With a wave of his hand, the huge cauldron began to shrink. In a short while, it had become a medicine furnace the size of a palm.
The old man in the white robe waved his hand. The medicine furnace that had shrunk became a beam of red light and appeared in his hand in a flash.
He pointed a finger and a golden flame appeared at the bottom of the medicine furnace. The hot flame burned brightly.
Then, as if there was no one else around, he took out medicinal herbs from a simple and unadorned ring. With a flash of milky white brilliance, stalks of medicinal herbs appeared in front of him. There were dozens of them, arranged neatly.
Mo Wen naturally knew about the ring that could take out medicinal herbs. It was a storage ring in the Immortal Cultivation world. There was a medium-sized storage space inside. Although it was not a rare item in the Immortal Cultivation world, it was not something that just anyone could have.
Back then, Mo Wen had never had the opportunity to obtain a storage ring. Every day, he envied the storage ring of the alchemy master who had taught him alchemy.
Naturally, Storage Celestial Artifacts were not limited to Storage Rings. There were also Storage Bracelets, Storage Hairpins, and even a handkerchief. They could all be Storage Celestial Artifacts. There were all kinds of Storage Celestial Artifacts.
However, for many Immortal Cultivators, it was not easy to obtain even the cheapest storage pouch. Naturally, they would not consider other storage magical weapons.
After taking out many medicinal herbs, the old man in the white robe actually started to concoct pills as if there was no one else around. He placed stalks of medicinal herbs into the medicine furnace. Mysterious hand gestures were made from his hands. The fire in the furnace danced and a furnace of pills was gradually nurtured.
The speed at which the old man in the white robe concocted pills was very fast. He was able to concoct a furnace of pills in almost half an hour. The thick medicinal fragrance enveloped the surroundings and did not dissipate for a long time.
He concocted the same type of pill three times in a row. After he had finished concocting it three times, he stopped. His gaze slowly turned towards Mo Wen.
Unknowingly, a cauldron furnace had silently appeared beside Mo Wen, as well as the medicinal herbs that the old man in the white robe had used to concoct pills.
"Testing my alchemy skills?" A look of understanding flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. Just now, the old man in the white robe seemed to have said that only by passing his test could he inherit his mantle.
The old man in front of him was obviously proficient in alchemy. He might have even been an alchemy master in the past, a peerless figure like the Alchemy King.
Mo Wen did not know what kind of pill the old man had concocted just now was. It seemed very simple, but there seemed to be other mysteries within it.
After watching it three times in a row, Mo Wen had a slight feeling in his heart. He began to follow the steps that the old man in the white robe had taken earlier and concocted a furnace of pills manually.
Mo Wen's alchemy skills naturally could not be compared to the old man in the white robe. He spent a full two hours before he slowly finished concocting.
The last step was to open the furnace and retrieve the pills. Success or failure depended on this step.
However, when Mo Wen opened the furnace, everything in front of him turned black. All he could see was a paste. It was pitch black, and there was no pill at all. An unpleasant smell filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the rich medicinal fragrance that the old man in the white robe had concocted.
He had failed!
Mo Wen knew that he had concocted a furnace of useless pills. In the process of concocting pills, it was very common to concoct useless pills. Normally, unless one was an alchemy master, it was impossible to guarantee success in concocting pills every time.
Hence, Mo Wen was not discouraged. He continued to concoct the second furnace of pills. After all, he had enough medicinal herbs and everything that he needed. He had enough conditions to continue concocting pills.
However, in the process of concocting pills, the further he went, the uglier Mo Wen's expression became. He had concocted thirteen furnaces of pills in a row, but none of them were successful. All of them had failed.
Previously, when he had seen the old man in the white robe concoct, it had seemed very simple and not difficult at all. However, why was it that when it was his turn to concoct pills, he kept failing? (To be continued.)
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