People lined up and stood firm with burning eyes. Mo Wenjie stepped forward first, holding a spirit sword that sparkled with bright light. "Let's go, our first stop is the Mist Forest, which is shrouded in the dark force." Everyone echoed in agreement.
Upon entering the Mist Forest, a surge of demonic energies assaulted their senses. Ding Qingyao waved her silken ribbon, emitting a gentle glow of spiritual power to dispel some of the malevolent forces. Suddenly, a massive dark wolf emerged from the shadows. Huang Ling'er roared and unleashed twin palm strikes imbued with fire towards the wolf. Jiang Yu Ruo employed water curtains to restrain its movements.
However, the dark wolf was extremely cunning and broke through the water curtains to attack again. At this moment, Xiao Yawen summoned thunder talismans, and a series of lightning strikes descended, sending the wolf reeling backward several steps. But it quickly regrouped and launched another assault just as the group began to show signs of fatigue. The Golden Silkworm Immortal spat out golden silk, instantly binding the wolf's limbs together. Mo Wenjie seized the opportunity, waved his spirit sword, and beheaded the wolf.
After this encounter, everyone gained increased confidence and continued to advance deeper into the forest, prepared to face even greater challenges and write their even more epic legends on this journey.
As they walked further, the mist around them grew thicker, and their vision became hazy. Suddenly, a melodious flute tune filled the air, and everyone felt a strong pull towards a certain direction. Mo Wenjie shouted loudly: "Hold your positions!" The group hurriedly activated their spiritual energy to resist.
As the pull weakened, an ancient palace appeared before them. The palace gates creaked open, emitting an eerie coldness. The group entered cautiously; the hall was empty yet covered in various strange inscriptions. When they reached the center of the great hall, a shadowy figure emerged, it was the remnants of a great ancient sage. The sage said, "Blessed one, if you can solve this inscriptions riddle, you will obtain an invaluable treasure to aid your cultivation." Upon hearing this, the group was overjoyed and began to study the inscriptions. These were complex and ever-changing, as if they contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
Mo Wenjie calmed his mind and, relying on his profound comprehension, gradually found a way. With everyone's joint efforts, they finally solved the riddle. A burst of radiant light passed by, revealing an artifact emitting a seven-color glow. The group was thrilled and well aware that with this treasure, they would undoubtedly create even more legends within the Mist Forest and beyond in the entire cultivation realm.
Just as the group was overjoyed, the artifact suddenly burst into intense light and then transformed into a stream of light, piercing into Mo Wenjie's body. Mo Wenjie felt a surge of powerful energy circulating through his meridians and quickly sat down to breathe and recover. The others, though somewhat surprised, also understood that Mo Wenjie might have the deepest connection with this artifact.
After Mo Wenjie stood up, the group prepared to leave the palace. Just as they were about to step outside, the palace shook violently, and the surrounding inscriptions were aglow nonstop. It turned out that this was the final test set by the ancient sage, only those who genuinely obtained the artifact's recognition could leave safely. Mo Wenjie closed his eyes and formed hand seals, drawing out the artifact's power within himself to protect everyone. A light barrier formed around them, repelling any incoming rocks or inscription attacks.
After struggling to leave the palace, they found that the misty forest outside had undergone a tremendous change. The original path had vanished, replaced by numerous traps. However, at this point, none of them were afraid. They managed to navigate past dangers repeatedly with the help of the artifact's power and their cooperation. After enduring many hardships and obstacles, they finally emerged from the misty forest.
From that point on, Mo Wenjie and Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Ruo, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, the Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue began to roam the cultivation realm with the power of the artifacts they obtained from this journey and their own experiences. They soon became legendary figures among many cultivators.
They walked along the winding path among the mountains, with the verdant shadows swaying and the abundant flowers in full bloom. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patchwork of light and shadow over them.
Ding Qingyao held a long sword, her figure light and agile. She sometimes stopped to observe the surroundings, her eyes alert and discerning. Huang Ling'er was lively and playful, bouncing around among the group, her laughter echoing through the mountains. Jiang Yu Ruo followed Mo Wenjie quietly, looking at him with gentle eyes from time to time, filled with a faint sentiment.
Xiao Yawen, in a white robe, exuded an ethereal aura. His hand gently waved a fan, calmly analyzing the situation ahead. Ding Yan and Tuoba Yingying walked side by side, exchanging their observations and experiences, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. Qin Xiaodie's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she looked around. Cao Chunling quietly observed everyone's condition, ready to step in when needed. The Golden Silkworm Immortal radiated a mysterious glow around her and her artifact shimmered with light as if sensing any potential dangers. Ling Xue, like the snow plum in the frosty snow, had a cold face but a resolute heart guarding the group fiercely.
Mo Wenjie gazed at the people beside him, feeling warmth and responsibility in his heart. They were heading towards the unknown distance, and though the path ahead might be fraught with challenges, with each other's companionship and support, they were sure to overcome all difficulties and write their own legend.
As they approached a valley, the atmosphere was filled with misty spiritual energy. Mo Wenjie was about to investigate further when he suddenly heard a deep growl. A massive beast, covered in flames, emerged slowly from the shadows. The group quickly positioned themselves defensively. Huang Ling'er threw out spirit orbs to distract the beast's attention. Jiang Yu Ruo invoked ice-based spells to slow down its movement speed. Xiao Yawen summoned several paper cranes to fly towards the beast and assess its strength and intentions.
The massive beast swatted with its long tail, shattering the ice crystals and charging towards the group. Mo Wenjie leaped into the air, his spirit sword aiming for the beast's eyes. The beast in pain, retaliated furiously. Ding Qingyao's long sword clashed with the beast's claws, sparks flying. In a critical moment, Mo Wenjie mobilized the power of the artifact within him, his body glowing brightly. He charged towards the beast and struck out with a blade of qi, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud thud.
The group took a short rest before continuing their journey. Soon, they arrived at a prosperous spiritual cultivation city. The city was bustling with activity, offering various rare cultivation resources for sale. They exchanged some of the artifacts they had obtained earlier for pills and manuals, and also made friends with several fellow cultivators who shared similar goals.
Then, the sunlight shone down on the earth, reflecting on Mo Wenjie's resolute and expectant face. By his side stood Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yu Ruo, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, the Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue. Each of them was elegant and beautiful, but all looked steadfastly towards the distance with their eyes.
The city had witnessed their ups and downs, but now they resolutely decided to leave and head towards higher peaks. Because legends spoke of a mysterious and alluring opportunity hidden on the distant summit. For them, who were driven by the relentless pursuit of power and truth, this promised an irresistible allure.
With hearts full of anticipation, the group took firm steps, each step as if treading on the strings of hope, striking a melodious and spirited tune. The path was rugged and uneven, with lush trees on either side. As the gentle breeze swept through, the leaves rustled, as if cheering them on as they set out.
Along the way, they supported and encouraged each other. Ding Qingyao whispered stories about the many strange and wonderful tales she had heard of the mysterious mountain; Huang Ling'er occasionally burst into laughter like a bell, making the tense atmosphere more relaxed; Jiang Yu Ruo tenderly cared for her weaker companions, offering them warm comfort; Xiao Yawen used her keen observation skills to always keep an eye out for potential dangers.
In this way, the group moved further and further away, their figures gradually disappearing on the winding mountain path. However, the determination in Mo Wenjie's and Ding Qingyao's, Huang Ling'er's, Jiang Yu Ruo's, Xiao Yawen's, Ding Yan's, Tuoba Yingying's, Qin Xiaodie's, Cao Chunling's, the Golden Silkworm Immortal and Ling Xue’s hearts burned like a campfire. They were convinced that what awaited them ahead was not only unknown challenges but also endless wonders and surprises.
They had been climbing the mountain path for a long time before finally approaching the mysterious high mountain. The mountain was enveloped in mist and clouds, exuding an air of mystery. Suddenly, a screen of light descended from the sky, blocking their path. Mo Wenjie reached out to touch the light screen but was repelled several steps back. The group exchanged confused glances, not knowing what to do next.
At this moment, the Golden Silkworm Immortal noticed some tiny holes in the light screen, resembling some sort of array mechanism. Mo Wenjie pondered for a moment and decided to try channeling spiritual power into it. With everyone's combined efforts, they gathered their spiritual powers and channeled them into Mo Wenjie's body. Mo Wenjie roared loudly and injected the spiritual power into the holes. After flashing a few times, the light screen slowly opened up a passage.
As they entered the mountain, they found rare herbs and unusual ores everywhere. However, there were also guardian beasts lurking within. A giant beast resembling a unicorn blocked their way, spewing blazing flames.
Mo Wenjie and the others showed no fear and united once more to confront the situation. Xiao Yawen used wind spells to disperse the flames, Ding Qingyao and Huang Ling'er attacked from either side, while Mo Wenjie launched a frontal assault. After a fierce battle, they managed to defeat the giant beast. From then on, as they explored the mountain, they gathered numerous treasures and profound cultivation techniques, taking great strides towards higher levels of the cultivation realm.
As their fame grew with the acquisition of treasures and profound cultivation techniques, they became increasingly sought after in the cultivation realm. One day, as they were practicing in a peaceful valley, an arrogant messenger from a great spiritual cultivation sect arrived. The messenger arrogantly claimed that the treasures and profound cultivation techniques they had obtained were rightfully theirs and demanded that Mo Wenjie and the others hand them over.
Mo Wenjie's cold laughter was met with the casual snort of the envoy, who immediately summoned a group of subordinates. The battle was on the verge of erupting, but Mo Wenjie and his companions showed no fear. Jiang Yu Ruo set down an ice formation to trap the enemies, while Huang Ling'er's spirit pearls unleashed a blinding flash of light. Mo Wenjie led his group to counterattack, leaving the opponents caught off guard for a moment. However, the disciples of the great sect were numerous and not to be underestimated. As a stalemate loomed, a benevolent radiance descended from above—it was none other than a hermit passing by. The high-ranking scholar rebuked both parties for their fighting spirit and emphasized that one should strive for cultivation through personal effort rather than through acquisition. The envoy from the great sect left in disappointment.
Grateful for the sage's guidance, Mo Wenjie and his companions delved even more deeply into the cultivation techniques they had acquired, eventually breaking through their current limitations. Afterward, they prepared to pass on their knowledge and virtues, becoming a legendary tale in the realm of cultivation.
