Chapter 839: Eternal Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Chapter 839 — Funeral Path Wilderness!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Central Region, Immortal Falling Abyss.

After crossing the shattered Chenlun Mountain Range, the Hunting Demon Team led by Xu Ping'an entered a dead-silent Chenjiang Plain.

This is the Funeral Path Wilderness.

Because Fenglong did not return, the team became a six-person team composed of Xu Ping'an, Li Yueyao, Su Qinghan, Mo Chen, Shi Feng, and Jiang Weirui.

Even so, they still killed their way through the Corroding Bone Forest Sea.

Not to mention, Xu Ping'an is now the number one among the new generation.

The other few, except Li Yueyao, are all outstanding talents of the younger generation.

Five Golden Core Stage cultivators bringing along one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator — still no difficulty at all.

Li Yueyao looked ahead, a solemn expression appearing on her face: "We've finally entered the Funeral Path Wilderness.

This place is even more strange than I imagined; there isn't a single sound, it's too dead silent."

"Indeed!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and an inexplicable sense of oppression rose in all their hearts.

The Funeral Path Wilderness is a vast and boundless Chenjiang Plain; the earth is covered in dense, crisscrossing crack traces, like wrinkles on an old man's face, stretching to the end of the distance.

Bottomless rifts can be seen everywhere; from within the rifts, thick Seven-Colored Poison Mist continuously spews forth, colorful and variegated, emitting a pungent fishy stench.

The poison mist permeates the air, forming strands of strange fog that block everyone's vision.

In the air, countless huge shattered landmasses and palace remains float suspended.

The shattered landmasses vary in size; some are like small mountains, some like cities.

The palace remains have broken beams and pillars, scattered bricks and tiles, covered in shocking sword marks.

These things float in mid-air; occasionally fragments fall from above, plummeting straight to the ground, then emitting a dull boom, stirring up dust that fills the vast sky.

"Everyone be careful."

Xu Ping'an gripped his long spear tightly, his gaze alertly scanning the surroundings: "The Funeral Path Wilderness environment is extremely dangerous; the Seven-Colored Poison Mist can corrode magic treasures and disrupt spiritual power, shattered laws cause spatial instability, and there are Dao Sorrow Echoes that can erode the divine soul.

Besides that, countless powerful monsters hide here; the slightest carelessness and we'll fall into a dangerous situation."

Hearing this, Li Yueyao hurriedly took out six pills from her storage bag and handed them to everyone: "These are Qingzhan Pills; after taking them, they can temporarily resist the Seven-Colored Poison Mist's erosion.

Everyone quickly take them, guard against poisoning."

Everyone received the Qingzhan Pills; after swallowing them, a cool breath surged into their bodies along their throats, then spread throughout their bodies; the discomfort originally caused by inhaling a small amount of poison mist instantly disappeared.

Su Qinghan suddenly raised her hand, pointing at a huge rift not far away: "Ping'an, quickly look over there, there's movement inside the rift."

Hearing this, everyone looked in the direction Su Qinghan pointed, only to see within that bottomless rift, the Seven-Colored Poison Mist surging even more violently; faintly, a formless, shapeless black shadow could be seen surging within the poison mist.

Everyone had stayed in the Immortal Falling Abyss for half a year, and were long since not clueless rookies; they understood the monsters here very well.

At a glance they recognized it — this is the most common monster in the Funeral Path Wilderness, a Mist Spirit.

Mist Spirits are monsters born from the Seven-Colored Poison Mist; because they are formless and shapeless, they cannot be harmed by weapons, and excel at illusion and poison techniques.

They can control the Seven-Colored Poison Mist to construct illusions, and can even inject poison mist into a cultivator's body, corroding meridians and divine soul; therefore they are extremely troublesome.

Jiang Weirui's face showed a few points of worry: "This Mist Spirit is formless and shapeless; weapon attacks are ineffective against it, and it excels at illusions and poison techniques — we must be careful."

As soon as the words fell, the black shadow suddenly rushed out from the rift, transforming into a dense mass of Seven-Colored Poison Mist, charging straight at everyone.

As the poison mist surged, countless tiny poison needles shot out, carrying a pungent fishy smell, flying toward everyone at extreme speed.

At the same time, the surrounding Seven-Colored Poison Mist also began to surge violently, forming strands of strange illusions; the scene before everyone's eyes instantly changed — the originally dead-silent Funeral Path Wilderness turned into a bustling city.

In the city, voices clamored, traffic bustled.

But looking closely, those human figures were all blurry and indistinct, their eyes hollow.

Li Yueyao's expression changed: "Not good, it's an illusion!"

Xu Ping'an let out a light hmph: "Petty trick!"

The Five Elements Magic Power within his body circulated, immediately giving birth to Five-Colored Divine Light.

A flick of his right hand, sweeping straight toward the target's direction.

Where the divine light passed, the surrounding illusions shattered completely.

Those strange human figures and the bustling city, in a flash dispersed like bubbles, and the Funeral Path Wilderness's original appearance was quickly restored.

And those poison needles shooting over were also brushed by the Five-Colored Divine Light, all turning into flying ash.

Immediately after, it pierced through the Seven-Colored Poison Mist, then sank into it.

Instantly, a miserable shriek rang out from within the Seven-Colored Poison Mist.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it dissipated; not long after, a tiny, seven-colored glowing crystal stone *plop* fell to the ground.

"First Divine Ability, power terrifying like this!"

"So this is the domineering nature of the Five Elements Spiritual Root?"

"If it were us, there'd be no avoiding a fierce struggle!"

Seeing this scene, envy flashed in the eyes of Jiang Weirui and the others.

Along this journey, whenever Xu Ping'an made a move, it was basically an instant kill.

Unless it was a thousand-year Great Demon, or even Demon King level, otherwise there was not a single match for him.

Among everyone, Su Qinghan's mouth corner hooked up, revealing a half-smile expression.

She knew clearly in her heart: the stronger Xu Ping'an became, the more comfortable her own future would be.

Though they weren't at that stage yet, there was even Li Yueyao competing.

But Su Qinghan wasn't in a hurry; having lived two lives, she could easily handle these young men.

Xu Ping'an held the seven-colored crystal stone in his hand; it was cold to the touch and still emitted miasma qi. He casually put it into his storage bag and said in a flat tone, "Let's continue deeper."

Mo Chen reminded, "There are still many miasma spirits around; we must be careful."

Everyone nodded, their gazes growing increasingly alert.

Just as Mo Chen said, miasma spirits were everywhere in the Funeral Path Wilderness. After slaying one, countless seven-colored poison mists surged from the surrounding rifts, and then over a dozen miasma spirits rushed over quickly—a terrifying scene.

Xu Ping'an had intended to use Five-Colored Divine Light again, but seeing everyone eager to try, he changed his mind and gave up: "Shi Feng, you handle the front defense."

"Su Qinghan, you handle long-range attacks."

"Mo Chen, Li Yueyao, provide support from the side."

"Jiang Weirui is responsible for detoxification; beware of anyone being poisoned!"

"Understood!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Half an hour later, as the last miasma spirit was slain by Su Qinghan, the surrounding seven-colored poison mist gradually dissipated, and the fishy stench in the air faded considerably.

Everyone showed some weariness on their faces, but excitement flickered in everyone's eyes.

Having slain so many miasma spirits, they not only obtained many Zangling Crystal Stones but also improved their own practical combat experience—a bountiful harvest.

After resting for a while, everyone continued deeper into the Funeral Path Wilderness.

Along the way, they encountered many more monsters, including miasma spirits, skeletal giants, and law aberrations.

Skeletal giants were formed from countless bones and shattered spirit tools, magic tools, and magic treasures; they were huge in size, over ten zhang tall, with extremely strong defense, almost impervious to blades and spears.

Law aberrations had indescribable forms, their bodies covered in black markings, able to control chaotic law power, with attacks carrying abnormal effects such as freezing and ignition.

Without realizing it, everyone had penetrated several hundred li.

Along the way, they slew many monsters and harvested many treasures.

There were Zangling Crystal Stones, bone fragments, shattered magic treasures, and some rare spirit plants.

The coordination within the team became increasingly tacit.

"There is a fallen palace ruin ahead; it looks like the entrance to the ruins."

"There are many treasures inside the Ancient Ruins; perhaps there is even an Ancient Inheritance!"

"I sensed the aura of other cultivators; there should be other Hunting Demon Squads that have come here."

Ahead, a huge palace ruin lay on the ground. It was more intact than the other ruins; although the beams and pillars were broken and tiles scattered, one could still see its former grandeur and magnificence.

At the palace gate stood two huge stone pillars.

On the stone pillars were engraved strange ancient runes.

Around the palace swirled dense seven-colored poison mist and chaotic law power.

Indeed, someone was cautiously observing the palace at the entrance; there were three Hunting Demon Teams in total, each with five or six people!