Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

As the Immortal Sect Elder proceeded, some cultivators followed from a distance.

Most of them were merely loose cultivators, and without obtaining any opportunity, they would remain stagnant for a lifetime.

Everyone knew there was great terror within the Ruins Rift, but they all wanted to try their luck.

Not to mention gaining immortal fate or legacy, even casually obtaining some leftover relics from that period would be enough to propel them to become Great Cultivators.

This was almost like changing fate!

Of course, the greater the opportunity, the greater the danger often accompanies.

This is why although many cultivators gathered in this area, none dared to easily tread into the Ruins Rift.

They didn’t want to feast, only to follow behind the Immortal Sect Great Cultivators and have some leftovers.

Deep in the mountains.

The space seemed to be torn or expanded by something, creating a crack over three zhang long, lying there like a shocking wound in heaven and earth.

Around it, some cultivators stood or sat, each keeping a subtle distance, observing without daring to enter the Ruins Rift.

For good reason.

It’s simply because the occasional blood-colored mist leaking from the Ruins Rift felt like a breath of the Netherworld; its mere appearance unsettled the soul, unmatched by ordinary fear and oppression that strikes deeply at the soul, as if capable of devouring all life and will.

Fortunately, this mist dissipated quickly after emerging, like melting snowflakes, leaving nothing behind.

But the shadow it left was as profound as a brand, making every cultivator who witnessed it hesitate to venture in.

Moreover, from the Ruins Rift occasionally came terrifying beast roars, a sound like furious gnawing, making even cultivators feel hair-raising and drenched in cold sweat.

"Whoosh!"

The outer sect Elder from the Immortal Sect appeared in this mountainous area.

Upon his arrival, the cultivators below became invigorated, seemingly expecting this figure to lead them into the Ruins Rift.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants."

Zhang Tao stood in mid-air, looking at the numerous low-tier cultivators beneath, his mouth curling disdainfully, then he looked around.

The next moment.

He seemed to sense something, paused, turned his head in another direction, his expression gradually serious.

"I didn’t expect Cyan Mountain Sect to only send you, Zhang Tao. It seems Cyan Mountain Sect is truly lacking in people."

Before anyone arrived, a voice was heard, and almost before the words fell, a blue streak of light appeared in the sky.

This was a middle-aged man, dressed in blue, standing on a flying sword with hands behind his back, exuding an aura like a sharp sword, causing many cultivators to tremble and not dare to look directly.

"Jia Li, this is Cyan Mountain Sect’s territory, your Hundred Sword Sect’s intrusion shows little respect for us!"

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Tao’s expression became tense, like facing a formidable enemy, but his aura showed no sign of weakness.

"Friend Zhang jokes aside, the Ruins Rift has appeared, those who see it, share it."

Jia Li chuckled softly, appearing much more relaxed compared to the wary Zhang Tao.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Ruins Rift below, then his mouth curled with ridicule in his eyes: "Besides, with your Cyan Mountain Sect’s strength, you won’t be able to savor this immortal fate!"

"You!"

Zhang Tao, enraged, his spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, he summoned a stone mirror beside him that emitted no light and wasn’t smooth.

But this made Jia Li frown slightly.

"Seems like friendly talking won’t work. In that case, let me see if your cultivation progressed over the years!"

With those words, the flying sword beneath his feet transformed into a blue glow, slicing through the air straight toward Zhang Tao.

...

Outside, Qin Yu was unaware and unconcerned.

Though he heard of the opportunities within the Ruins Rift, he valued his life equally.

Even Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators might perish in such a place, and as a mere Qi Refining cultivator, he was self-aware.

Three more days passed.

Yin Qinghe furrowed her brows as she entered the Alchemy Room.

Qin Yu had just withdrawn his spiritual power, looked up, and asked, "Master’s wife, what happened?"

Yin Qinghe glanced at Qin Yu but didn’t immediately respond, instead sitting in her seat, her expression not looking good.

"Master’s wife..."

"Something happened, that outer sect Elder was seriously injured by people from Hundred Sword Sect, and..."

Yin Qinghe suddenly spoke, her tone somewhat heavy.

Qin Yu was slightly shocked.

He heard from Xu An that the Immortal Sect’s Elder was near the peak of Foundation Establishment, a Great Cultivator!

In Lin Xian City, almost no one could match him, and he reportedly had powerful magical treasures from the Immortal Sect, unimaginable to ordinary cultivators.

Such a prominent figure, was actually seriously injured.

One can imagine how formidable that person’s strength is.

However, this incident seemed unrelated to them, why would the beautiful master’s wife be worried?

Seemingly aware of Qin Yu’s confusion, Yin Qinghe continued: "I’m concerned about possible conflict within the Immortal Sect, which might spread to Lin Xian City, since it’s one of the closest cities to the Ruins Rift."

Upon saying this, she hesitated, her expression growing more serious: "Yet this isn’t the most crucial part, according to some returning cultivators, the Ruins Rift this time is peculiar, often emitting blood-red mist."

"There are even frequent beast roars within, not just one, seemingly all blocked at the other end, trying to break through space barriers."

"Breaking through space barriers?!"

Qin Yu’s expression changed.

While conflicts between Immortal Sects are rare, they aren’t unheard of; they don’t usually destroy cities, thus minimally impacting loose cultivators.

But those ’beasts’ within the Ruins Rift are different. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

If they truly emerged from the rift, who could withstand them?!

With slight tension, Qin Yu looked at Yin Qinghe and asked, "Master’s wife, didn’t you say Ruins Beasts couldn’t come out from the Ruins Rift?"

"Correct." Yin Qinghe nodded.

Then she shook her head: "But nothing is absolute."

"Records show that several hundred years ago during a Ruins Rift, a fight among cultivators destabilized the rift, shattering space barriers and releasing a powerful Ruins Beast."

"Though ultimately slain, it caused immense destruction and devoured many cultivators, requiring a tremendous cost."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu pondered a possibility: "Master’s wife, are you suggesting the Ruins Rift appearance might be due to something over there, disrupting space barriers?!"

"This..."

Yin Qinghe paused, seemingly never having thought this way, then shook her head, "I’m not sure."

"Furthermore, this Ruins Rift is too peculiar this time, emanating blood mist, something never seen before."

The beautiful master’s wife showed worry between her brows, as none expected the situation to deteriorate so quickly.

"No need to worry, master’s wife, if we can sense it, surely the Immortal Sect’s notable figures are aware too."

Seeing her worried expression, Qin Yu felt heartache, and then stood up, walking leisurely behind her, skillfully massaging her fragrant shoulders.