Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 158 Greed Arises Four Times, Truth and Falsehood Difficult to Distinguish

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Middle layer of Meteorite Abyss, Coiled Dragon Pillar.

A massive, gray-white stone pillar, hundreds of feet tall, stands alone on the desolate Gobi Desert.

A coiled dragon is carved on the surface of the stone pillar, its eyes lowered and its claws sharp.

This place has always been a buffer zone for various forces within the Meteor Abyss to exchange intelligence and for independent cultivators to temporarily band together.

The wind blew, carrying dark red sand and dust, and hundreds of cultivators gathered below the dragon pillar.

They were clearly divided into several circles, each cautiously observing their surroundings.

It was at this moment that Qi Da and Sun San swaggered into the crowd.

The two men now looked completely different from how they had rolled around in the black mud swamp a few hours earlier.

Qi Da was wearing an ill-fitting blue robe, which was the standard uniform of the inner disciples of Tianyin Pavilion.

He had five storage bags hanging from his waist and carried a top-grade flying sword from the Azure Dragon Sect in his hand. He walked with a swagger, as arrogant as could be.

Sun San was not to be outdone. He wore a string of Buddhist prayer beads around his neck and held a protective mirror in his arms. His eyes darted around furtively, as if afraid that others would not see the treasures he carried.

The moment these two appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Murder and robbery are not uncommon in Meteor Abyss, but a guy who so blatantly wears clothes and magical artifacts stolen from disciples of major sects is either an unparalleled expert or a madman.

Several rogue cultivators with fierce faces exchanged glances, silently gripped their weapons, and slowly surrounded Qi Da and his companion.

Qi Da caught a glimpse of the people surrounding him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart pounded with anxiety. But when he thought of the black-robed paper sword attendant's instructions before he left, and the Nascent Soul Pill that had been promised to him, greed overcame his fear.

He raised his voice and shouted in a nouveau riche tone, "Third brother, you know, second brother is really something. He discovered the complete ruins of the Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower all by himself in the Bodily Wasteland, and he actually complained that those star fragments were too heavy, so he insisted that the two of us brothers come out and help him carry them."

Sun San patted the breastplate in his arms, his voice sharp: "Big brother is right. Second brother Mo Lao Er is now a top ten killing god on the leaderboard. He said there's an ancient killing formation outside the ruins that he can't break alone. As long as we find more people to fill the formation's cores, the immortal techniques passed down in the ruins, as well as those mountain-like star fragments, will all be ours."

Their conversation, which took neither whispering nor lowering their voices, resounded loudly across the vast Gobi Desert.

The area beneath the once noisy dragon pillar fell into a brief silence.

Upon hearing Qi Da and Sun San's words, everyone held their breath.

The complete ruins of the Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower?

Are star fragments piled up like mountains?

Mo Lao Er, the top ten killer on the leaderboard, is trapped outside an ancient killing formation.

The combination of these words ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

The rogue cultivators who were about to rob him froze on the spot, their expressions changing drastically, not even noticing that the knife in their hand had fallen to the ground.

"What did you say? Mo Lao Er discovered the Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower beneath the Bone Wasteland?"

A sect spy, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly jumped out, staring at Qi Da with bloodshot eyes, his voice trembling.

Qi Da arrogantly shoved the top-grade flying sword in his hand into the ground and sneered, "What, you don't believe me? All these top-grade magical artifacts I have were just picked up by my second brother from the outermost edge of the ruins and given to us. My second brother is currently guarding under that skull-shaped boulder in the Bone Wasteland. He said that those geniuses from the major sects are all cowards and don't dare to go there at all."

No one questioned the truthfulness of what the two men said.

Because of Qi Da and Sun San's pitiful cultivation levels, everyone could see through them at a glance.

With their foundation-building stage being such useless individuals, how could they possibly possess so many top-grade magical artifacts belonging to disciples of major sects if they hadn't truly latched onto Mo Lao Er's coattails?

With a whoosh.

An uproar erupted beneath the entire dragon pillar.

Countless spies frantically crushed the communication jade slips in their hands, and streams of light of various colors shot into the sky.

"Quickly report to Senior Brother! Mo Lao Er's location has been exposed!"

"An opportunity! An incredible opportunity! Quickly assemble your forces and head to the Bone Wasteland!"

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the hundreds of cultivators below the dragon pillar had all left.

Everyone went crazy, unleashing their fastest flying magical artifacts and rushing towards the outer, barren wasteland of withered bones.

Qi Da and Sun San looked at the empty venue, exchanged a glance, and swallowed hard.

"Brother, we've stirred up quite a hornet's nest. It's likely that all the top talents in the entire Eastern Continent will come to kill us."

Sun San said, his heart pounding with fear.

Qi Dayi gritted his teeth and spat fiercely: "What are you afraid of? Second Brother's skills are unparalleled. It's their honor to let them fill the array's core. Let's quickly find a cave to hide in, and after the competition ends, we'll go out and get the Nascent Soul Pill."

The two dared not linger any longer and, like two groundhogs, quickly disappeared into the nearby pile of rocks.

Little did they know, several secret agents from the sect had already been following them...

Within half an hour of them releasing the news, all the participating teams in Meteor Abyss were shocked by it.

……

Deep within the Black Mud Swamp, at the Azure Dragon Sect's temporary camp.

A Qinglong Sect disciple who had narrowly escaped from the black-robed paper sword servant was kneeling on the ground, wailing bitterly.

Half of his body was corroded by demonic energy, revealing his bare white bones.

The young man with sword-like eyebrows sitting at the head of the table is Zhao Wujiu, the vice captain of the Azure Dragon Sect in this competition, who is in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

He stared at the jade slip he had just received, his face contorted in extreme pain: "The Wasteland of Bones? Mo Lao Er?"

Zhao Wujiu abruptly stood up, his powerful sword energy shattering the long bluestone table in front of him into pieces: "You killed dozens of my Azure Dragon Sect's core disciples and plundered my sect's fortune. Now you even dare to covet the Taixu Demon Suppression Tower?"

Zhao Wujiu surveyed the remaining hundred-odd Azure Dragon Sect disciples in the camp, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge: "Pass on my order! The entire Azure Dragon Sect is to immediately march to the Bone Wasteland. We want the Taixu Demon Suppression Tower, and we want Mo Lao Er's life too. I will use his head to appease the spirit of Junior Brother Lin Ye in heaven."

The Azure Dragon Sect camp was filled with the sounds of battle, and more than a hundred azure sword lights broke through the poisonous miasma, heading north in a mighty and powerful manner.

Not only the Azure Dragon Sect, but also the Heavenly Sound Pavilion's headquarters were witnessing the same scene.

The Holy Maiden of Tianyin Pavilion held a blood-stained pipa, her eyes as cold as frost.

She glanced at her fellow disciples, who were terrified and disoriented by the white-robed, paper-sword-wielding servants, and gently plucked the strings of her zither, producing a piercing, murderous sound:

"This demon is cunning and vicious, disguising himself as a saint to corrupt my Dao heart. Disciples of Tianyin Pavilion, heed my command! Follow me to the Wasteland of Withered Bones to subdue this demon. We must not allow the Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower to fall into the hands of such an evil cultivator."

The hatred of revenge and the greed for the ultimate treasure intertwined to form a huge net, tightly ensnaring the forces of all the sects.

And in a dilapidated ancient city on the edge of the barren wasteland.

The team from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain is currently resting.

Tuoba Ye sat on a large white tiger skin, listening to his disciples' report, when he suddenly threw his head back and burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha! So that's how it is! I knew it was impossible for a rogue cultivator to rise to prominence in such a short time."

Tuoba Ye abruptly stood up, his eyes gleaming with undisguised greed and fanaticism: "The Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower? That's a supreme treasure containing the laws of space. Mo Lao Er can't break the killing formation alone, so he's trying to lure people to their deaths. He's really playing a clever game." (Latest chapter available! Book lovers, return quickly!)

"Senior Brother Tuo, since it's a trap, should we still go?"

A disciple from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain standing nearby asked with some concern.

"Go! Why don't you go?"

Tuoba Ye suddenly flicked his sleeve, unleashing an aura of domineering arrogance: "Trap? That's for the weak. Before absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are just paper tigers. He needs cannon fodder to fill the gaps in the formation, and coincidentally, what I have in abundance is cannon fodder."

Tuoba Ye took out a huge black bone flute, placed it to his lips, and blew it loudly.

The deep sound of the flute could be heard for miles.

In no time, the earth began to tremble violently.

Thousands of ferocious monsters converged from all directions, forming a surging sea of ​​beasts outside the ancient city.

"Owned by the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts, commanding hordes of beasts to raze the barren wasteland of withered bones!"

With Tuoba Ye's command, the massive beast tide surged towards the desolate wasteland like a flood bursting its banks, carrying an aura of annihilation.

at the same time.

The three members of the Flowing Cloud Sect, who were exploring the northern part of the secret realm, also received a message from their fellow disciples.

Nangong Yue looked at the jade slip in her hand, her brows furrowed deeply.

"Has Mo Lao Er gone mad? Releasing information about the Taixu Demon-Suppressing Tower—is he trying to make enemies of all the geniuses of the Eastern Continent?"

Su Hongxiu gasped, thinking that this rogue cultivator was simply an incomprehensible madman.

Shen Youwei gripped the snow-white longsword, a hint of worry flashing in her cold eyes: "This matter is too strange. If there really is such a peerless opportunity, who would make such a big fuss? I have a feeling that there must be a conspiracy behind this."

Nangong Yue remained silent for a long time.

She glanced at her ranking on the leaderboard, which was stuck in the seventies, and then thought of the sect leader's instructions to her before he left.

Without outstanding achievements, even if she survives, her status in the Flowing Cloud Sect will plummet.

Even if it's a do-or-die situation, we have to go.

Nangong Yue crushed the jade slip, her voice cold and resolute: "No matter what Mo Lao Er's conspiracy is, as long as we follow behind those super sects and don't stand out, we can always get a share. If we have the chance, we must seize a fragment of the Taixu Realm."

Nangong Yue drew her longsword and was the first to change direction.

As Shen Youwei watched Nangong Yue's resolute back, the uneasy feeling in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

For some reason, Gu Changsheng's face, which always wore a kind and honest smile, suddenly appeared in her mind.

If he were still alive, he would surely come up with all sorts of bizarre reasons to escape this death-defying frenzy.

Shen Youwei sighed softly, suppressed the distracting thoughts in her mind, and caught up with the group.

……

Such scenes play out repeatedly within Meteorite Abyss.

Everyone was rushing towards the desolate wasteland on the outskirts.

Zhou Tianqi, standing in the Taoist temple square, looked at the chaotic situation and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"Senior Brother, all the other sects have gone. If we don't go soon, we might not even get a sip of soup."

An elder of the Guixu Sect urged anxiously.

Zhou Tianqi sighed, "This is the terrifying aspect of an open conspiracy. Even if you know there's a bottomless pit ahead, you still have to jump in for the sake of that sliver of possible spatial laws. Mo Lao Er truly understands the greed of human nature."

Zhou Tianqi stood up, his ink-black Daoist robe fluttering in the wind: "The Guixu Sect sets out with the formation. Remember my words, when we arrive at the destination, let the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain and the Azure Dragon Sect go first. Without my order, no one is allowed to make any rash moves."

Large numbers of cultivators, like moths to a flame, were drawn away from the core area of ​​the non-existent Taixu Demon Suppression Tower ruins, like moths to a flame.

Gu Yan, the mastermind behind this shocking scam, is currently deep underground, far from the surface.

The surrounding environment has undergone tremendous changes.

The dampness of the underground river is gone, as is the roughness of the rocks.

The things Gu Yan was standing on were huge, flat obsidian bricks.

Each brick is engraved with profound and difficult-to-understand ancient runes.

Despite the erosion of time and the dimming of the runes' radiance, one can still feel the terrifying sealing power contained within them when touched.

The further you go in, the colder the air becomes; there is no wind and no sound.

Gravity lost its effect here, and Gu Yan's body became extremely light, able to cover several meters with each step.

He wore that black Taoist robe, waved that tattered folding fan in his hand, and his face no longer showed any trace of his honesty and timidity.

In those deep eyes, the sacred white light on the left and the extreme black light on the right echoed each other, revealing an absolute confidence in controlling the whole situation.

Gu Yan walked through the dimly lit passage, in a great mood.

He could clearly sense that, through the connection established by the Yin-Yang Paper Sword Servant, the auras of the powerful beings on the ground were rapidly moving away from this core area and converging towards the outer wasteland of withered bones.

This tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain was a perfect ending.

"Qi Da and Sun San, those two rascals, are quite efficient. Looks like I'll have to burn them a couple of paper-mache Nascent Soul Pills as a reward later."

A sly smile crept onto Gu Yan's lips.

With those troublesome sect prodigies no longer wandering around above, he no longer needed to suppress his power.

As Gu Yan continued to delve deeper, the divine and demonic golden core within his body trembled more and more violently.

Divinity yearns for radiance, while demonic nature craves malevolent energy.

These two extreme desires, under the suppression of the Dao traces of the Nascent Soul rules, achieved a strange balance, guiding Gu Yan to the deepest part of the Meteor Abyss.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, a hazy, bluish light appeared at the very front of the passage.

Gu Yan put away his folding fan, slowed his pace, and circulated his spiritual energy to its maximum.

As he took the last step out of the passage, his view suddenly opened up.

Looking up, he discovered that it was an underground space so vast that it defied description.

There is no dome; above is a void of darkness, as if connected to an endless starry sky.

And at the end of this space.

A large door stood there quietly.

Gu Yan stopped, looked up, and couldn't look away for a long time.

That gate was as high as a majestic mountain and as wide as a river or sea.

The entire piece is cast from bronze engraved with strange patterns, and its surface is covered with mottled verdigris, exuding an aura of timeless vicissitudes.

On both sides of the bronze gate are carved countless huge reliefs.

On the left is an ancient deity reciting scriptures with eyes closed, compassionate and merciful.

On the right is a ferocious and tyrannical abyssal demon with bared fangs and claws.

The intertwining of gods and demons is exactly the same as the aura of the golden core within Gu Yan's body.

In the very center of that tightly closed bronze gate, a narrow crack, just wide enough for one person to pass through, had appeared.

An extremely pure and boundless aura, containing the twisted laws of space, was slowly seeping outwards through the crack.

Gu Yan stood in front of the door, as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He stared at the crack, and the white light in his left eye and the black light in his right eye blazed brightly at the same time.

"Finally, we found it."

Gu Yan took a step and walked towards the crack.