A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Team

“Alright, everyone, you haven’t come to the wrong place, have you? This is the team heading to the Crimson Forbidden Land.”

A middle-aged figure walked out from the main hall.

It was none other than the publicly known leader of Yellow Maple Valley.

“Greetings, Senior Uncle Leader.”

Twenty-five people bowed in unison in the plaza outside the hall.

Compared to the usual ten or so participants in previous years, this year’s participation was a rare full strength.

As for why everyone was so enthusiastic this time?

It was nothing more than the sudden news half a month ago that after the next Crimson Trial in five years, the Crimson Forbidden Land would be temporarily closed by the seven sects for sixty years. As a result, many elite disciples who originally planned to try again in a few years couldn’t sit still. Even a fool knows that the one five years from now will be the most competitive and brutal.

Hence, this time, a full team of 25 people participated in the trial.

At that time, Han Li was extremely grateful that he had befriended Dong Xuan’er early on. If Dong Xuan’er hadn’t helped him rent several spirit beasts a few months ago, his chances of success would have been reduced by at least half.

And it is worth mentioning that…

When news spread that the Crimson Forbidden Land would be closed for sixty years in five years, the elite disciples preparing for the trial considered investing heavily in contracting several top-tier level 1 spirit beasts to enhance their overall strength. However, time was running out; less than half a month wasn’t enough to develop a synergy with their newly contracted spirit beasts.

Therefore, some family members pinned their hopes on the next, and final, Crimson Trial.

In the next five years, wealthy individuals would spare no expense in purchasing and training top-tier spirit beasts, or seeking out exquisite or even rare top-tier magic artifacts.

There would also be hoarding of talismans, etc.

This meant that the trial five years later would undoubtedly be unprecedentedly brutal.

How could Han Li not be thankful? Fortunately,

he was familiar with the timeline and had managed to squeeze into the current group as quickly as possible. He certainly didn’t want to participate in the trial five years later.

Speaking of which, the reason the seven major sects only revealed the closure of the forbidden land half a month in advance must have been for other reasons. “

…

Well, since everyone’s in the right place, let’s talk about the rules of this Crimson Trial,”

Sect Leader Zhong nodded.

Rule 1: Only those at the Qi Refining stage can participate.

The ancient sealing array of the forbidden area prohibits beings with cultivation levels above Qi Refining from entering.

Rule 2: No one may hoard century-old spiritual herbs harvested within the forbidden area. Each century-old spiritual herb brought out will be recorded as merit and rewarded accordingly. Sect rewards can include spirit stones, talismans, magic weapons, and even Foundation Establishment Pills.

The reason for the full turnout this time is precisely for Foundation Establishment Pills.

“A century-old spiritual herb can be exchanged for at least one hundred low-grade spirit stones as a reward…”

“The older the herb, the more merit points you can gain, and the greater the benefits.”

“If you bring out a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, you can directly receive a Foundation Establishment Pill!”

“And not only can you exchange for Foundation Establishment Pills, but you can also use this merit to exchange for pills suitable for those who have reached Foundation Establishment…”

such as Qi Harmony Pills and other elixirs suitable for the early and mid-stages of Foundation Establishment.

Rule 3: The trial lasts a maximum of 5 days. After 5 days, you must leave the Crimson Forbidden Land through a temporary passage opened from the outside.

“Sect Leader, what if we miss it and can’t get out before the passage closes?” “

Then you’ll have to pray for good luck, Junior Nephew.”

Being trapped inside means certain death. The Seven Great Sects have repeatedly arranged for their disciples to remain there, even to establish their foundations. But the result was always the   same: their bodies

were never recovered, without exception. What did those disciples who were used as guinea pigs experience? And why did they vanish without a trace?

Rule 4: You must not harm fellow disciples, and you must not collude with outsiders to plot against them… This rule is just for show, don’t take it too seriously.   After explaining the rules, Sect Leader Zhong talked about other precautions and gave a lecture and encouragement to boost morale.   It did have some effect, but not much.   Afterwards, the person above had two steward disciples bring forward two trays.   On one tray were dozens of mid-grade spirit stones of various colors: “Come one by one, one stone each, according to your needs.”   Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits lifted. Since there were enough mid-grade spirit stones, there was no need for a fierce fight among the twenty-odd people. Thus, their serious faces quickly turned to expressions of joy.   Clearly, something tangible was far more effective than empty talk, and everyone’s morale noticeably increased.   On another tray was a gold-trimmed storage bag containing about a hundred high-grade magical artifacts of various kinds:   ”Line up and collect them as before, one stone each.”

This storage bag has the effect of preventing cultivators from probing it with their divine sense. Cultivators must reach inside and then choose a location by chance.

Whether Han Li was lucky or unlucky is debatable, but he chose a small bell.

“This brass bell can change size at will, expanding to a maximum of about ten feet. It can be used for both defense and attack. When defending, hide under the bell when it expands to about ten feet; even ordinary top-tier magic weapons might not be able to break through that tortoise shell. When attacking, trap your opponent underneath and continuously strike the bell’s walls with your magic power to create a considerable sonic attack. It can also suddenly shrink, compressing and restricting your opponent,” Dong Xuan’er’s soft, seductive voice transmitted to Han Li’s ear.

The next moment, this woman and another Foundation Establishment stage manager in charge of this trial walked out of the main hall.

On the plaza, Han Li was stunned when he saw Dong Xuan’er among the five people.

He hadn’t expected her to be among the five Foundation Establishment stage leaders this time.

Also present was his Uncle Wang, one of the three Foundation Establishment stage leaders who had been in charge of the Ascension Conference two or three years ago.

Just as the disciples had chosen their spirit stones and magical artifacts, another figure stepped out of the main hall.

It was an old man with a square face. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, with some gray hair, but his complexion was ruddy and he was full of energy. His tiger-like eyes exuded an imposing aura. The first impression he gave was that he was a senior master with a strong and unyielding character.

“Greetings, Uncle-Master Li.”

As soon as he appeared, all the Foundation Establishment stage disciples in the sect, including Sect Leader Zhong, bowed.

The disciples in the square naturally followed suit:

“Greetings, Grandmaster Li.”

This man was none other than Li Huayuan, one of the eight Core Formation elders of Huangfeng Valley.

“Hmm, the kids this time are all quite good.”

There were as many as seven at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

The rest of the mainstream disciples were at the twelfth level

of Qi Refining. There were also two at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

Out of twenty-five people, including Xiang Zhili, there were only two troublemakers. Huangfeng Valley’s full-strength team this time was quite impressive.

As Li Huayuan nodded slightly to the crowd, his gaze swept over them, as if he could see through their very being, sending chills down their spines. Upon seeing Han Li:

“Eh?”

A brief, soft exclamation drew the attention of several Foundation Establishment managers.

It seemed the residual effects of the Foundation Establishment Pill within them had been exposed.

Fortunately, the surprised attention dissipated quickly.

“Alright, it’s getting late, we can set off.”

Li Huayuan flicked his sleeve, releasing his spirit pet from his spirit beast pouch, immediately eliciting gasps from all the Qi Refining disciples:

“What’s that?”

“So big…”

“It’s Grandmaster’s mount…”

“Hiss, what a terrifying spirit beast!”

It was a gigantic python-like monster over twenty zhang long.

Its entire body was silvery, with a single, jet-black horn atop its head. Looking down, its fangs were bared, ferocious and terrifying. Its massive body and overwhelming spiritual power were extremely oppressive, causing Han Li and the other Qi Refining disciples to feel a strong sense of suffocation. Being stared at by this monster was truly unpleasant.

“Is a level three Silver-Armored Horned Python this powerful?”

The Ink Dragon in the forbidden area, about to advance to level two, must be quite formidable.

Could he truly face it?

“If a level three demonic beast is this imposing, what about those Core Formation and Nascent Soul cultivators?”

Suddenly, Han Li felt his blood rushing in reverse, as if trembling, or perhaps…excited?!

“All of you, get on top of me. Stand still. My Silver-Armored Horned Python is much faster than any of you flying on your magical artifacts.”

Li Huayuan lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped, instantly appearing atop the Silver-Armored Horned Python’s head. Its speed was so great that Han Li and the others on the plaza only caught a fleeting glimpse of it. If it were to attack them, it felt like a massacre would occur in three to five breaths.

And the Silver-Armored Horned Python’s speed was indeed impressive, at least 70 meters per second, even faster than the flying swords of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

No wonder it’s a benign mutant.

Li Huayuan’s high hopes for it are understandable.

And so, the group rode their majestic, silver-armored horned pythons, soaring into the twilight glow of the horizon.

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