Spiritual Ruins

"Can you kill Peerless Creature?" Chen Yongjie asked, still thinking about how to kill the person wearing the Silver Mask, and he couldn't wait.

Furthermore, he himself took out a rare treasure, preparing to test it and see how effective the weapon, which was specifically designed to kill the primordial spirit, was in the Mental World.

Wang Xuan carefully sensed the situation, pondered for a while, and said, "You're overthinking it. You're probably only close to the level of the man wearing the Silver Mask. If you see him again, you won't lose your life. Think of a way; maybe you can really give him a good beating."

"That's good! We must find an opportunity to hunt him down!" Chen Yongjie perked up immediately, as long as he wasn't overwhelmed again.

For the past three days, a deep shadow had lingered in his mind, fearing that if he were to encounter that ruthless man again, he might be utterly destroyed.

"Hmm, the effect is surprisingly good!" Chen Yongjie placed the Soul Locking Bell into his Mental World, absorbing its energy. The bell glowed, and with a soft chime, silver ripples spread, displaying terrifying power.

However, because this Spirit World is connected to the mortal world, it has become restricted, and its powerful Supernatural Rule have gradually become ineffective.

Otherwise, the Soul Locking Bell is Peerless Exotic Treasure; if it were to unleash its full power, it could even shatter Transcendent Immortals!

That kind of ultimate splendor can only be seen in the most brilliant era of Supernatural Rule.

Wang Xuan tried it out, and after his physical body entered this Mental World, it felt like he was sinking into a quagmire. He could move, but it was too strenuous and would become a burden.

It is said that even the most powerful beings, when venturing into the Highest Grade Mental World to gather celestial medicines, leave their physical bodies outside and only send their primordial spirits.

Wang Xuan said, "I think we can protect ourselves, so let's not wait for Old Zhang. Judging from his attitude, he's probably going to dance happily with the female ghost for a long time."

Chen Yongjie nodded in agreement; Old Zhang was quite popular with the female ghost.

Outside the Mental World, the desolate Gobi Desert is now truly full of life, with many figures appearing. Recently, a large number of descendants of immortals and demons have arrived.

People each occupied a corner, taking turns guarding their physical bodies and entering the Spirit World in batches to cleanse their primordial spirits. Some even ventured deep into the realm to gather herbs.

The herbs here are naturally very precious; they are true elixirs of the spiritual realm!

Someone spotted Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie and looked surprised. They had no other companions; would they dare go in? If they left their physical bodies outside, they'd likely be swallowed by the demons very soon!

In the distance, Demon Cultivator quickly lowered their heads, afraid of revealing their cold eyes and ill intentions, and waited quietly.

In such a place, no matter how powerful you are, if your primordial spirit leaves your body and dares to depart, your physical body may suffer an accident.

"Damn it!" Chen Yongjie glanced around and caught some hidden gazes in the distance, sensing a trace of hostility.

"Take it with you," Wang Xuan said. He wasn't without any special treasures on him; he could just take away the physical body.

He found a secluded spot, took out the Small Gourd, and stored his physical body inside. This extraordinary treasure was quite reliable.

Chen Yongjie also felt that the gourd was a safer option, and decided to use it to save himself.

Then, the two began to arm themselves, taking out all sorts of mental weapons.

Wang Xuan put on the Silver Animal Hide scroll and asked Old Chen, "How is it?"

"Silver cloak, not bad. It's a pity it's not white hair, otherwise it would look a bit like a honey badger, always looking for powerful experts to fight!" Old Chen commented.

Wang Xuan was disgusted. After thinking for a moment, he took out the Golden Tree. Under the rich Super Material, it could change size at will. After shrinking it, he put it directly on his head.

The sapling, like a golden crown, is home to nine small birds. This is Great Killer Weapon, extremely effective in protecting his primordial spirit.

Next, he took out the Primordial Spirit Chain and wrapped it around his arm. As for the God Slaying Banner, it naturally could not be separated from him.

This set of spiritual weapons is both offensive and defensive; any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would make top people drool. They are all legendary sacred artifacts.

Chen Yongjie wasn't idle either. He used the Soul Locking Bell as a helmet, putting it on his head. He had refined it almost completely and could now create ripples at will without harming himself.

Then, he wore Snow White Conch around his neck and held a sharp spiritual weapon in his hand— Blue Gold Dagger.

The two did not set off immediately, but instead gathered information in the outer area, obtaining a lot of valuable information. The Demon Ancestor's Progeny, Mo Si, Qi Chengdao, and others had already gone in.

Some speculate that it contains a grand and extraordinary lineage, or even a well-preserved cave dwelling of Innate God-Demon, containing not only celestial medicines but also rare and precious books.

Of course, the most astonishing speculation is that there might There Are Supreme Treasures here, otherwise it would be difficult to attract so many peerless experts to show up.

Finally, Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie set off, like two fish entering the sea, traveling far in the Spirit World with their primordial spirits. This novel experience was quite special.

As one delves deeper and time goes by, one can no longer perceive that these scenes are products of the Mental World.

The magnificent mountains, the undulating ridges, and the crimson clouds pouring down from the sky—everything was so real and incredibly beautiful.

Before a vast, azure lake, Wang Xuan plunged in, splashing water everywhere. His spirit and body instantly felt incredibly refreshed, for there was a strange Energy Substance here that replenished his spirit.

Rumble!

Ahead, on a sheer cliff, towering ancient pines stretched out in clusters, their rustling leaves sounding like thunder.

"Is this really the Mental World?" Wang Xuan was a little confused. Looking back at the Matter World behind him, he wondered what was real and what was illusory.

When he thought about this question, he inevitably thought of the Land of Nothingness and the true source.

The greatest advantage of this world is that the primordial spirit can fly, and with the blessing of rare treasures, it can fly at incredible speeds!

They were very cautious, following some demons and descendants of Transcendent Immortals, heading in one direction. It seemed that some of them had found the ruins.

After venturing thousands of miles further, ahead, lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by a violent storm. The scene was somewhat terrifying, with electric snakes stretching for hundreds of miles and intertwining violently.

Many people gasped in shock and dared not move. No wonder they knew the location of the target; the commotion in this area was simply too great. Anyone who entered the Mental World and wandered around for a couple of days would be drawn here.

What is the primordial spirit most afraid of without the protection of flesh? Naturally, it is this kind of massive lightning. If it is really struck, it may end up with the destruction of its spirit!

Many people were stopped here. Upon closer inspection, the weakest were at the eighth level, many were at the ninth level, and there were even Supernatural Practitioner the Carefree Journey.

The natural disasters were fierce, seemingly recurring year after year, blocking the path of progress for everyone.

"I saw Mo Si go inside. He has magical artifacts on him that can block the dense lightning bolts!"

"That's not blocking them, that's smuggling them in!"

Some people sighed. As a core figure of the fourth generation of the demonic path, it was not surprising that he had Peerless Exotic Treasure for protection.

"This kind of thunder, let alone you and me, even if an Earth Immortal came, would have to think twice. They might not dare to use their primordial spirit to directly withstand the dense spiritual thunder!"

In the distance, Wang Xuan remained silent. There was lightning in his Mental World, a kind of heavenly thunder belonging to the spiritual realm. It was truly extraordinary.

He wondered, if people lived here year-round, would they still consider themselves beings in the spiritual realm? Whether it was the mountains and rivers, all things, or even heavenly tribulations, everything felt so real.

Let's go!

Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie found a secluded spot and approached the torrential rain, dark clouds, and dense thunder from a remote location.

"Won't your silver bell helmet conduct electricity?" Wang Xuan asked Old Chen. "Should I use the flag to shield you from lightning?"

"This is the Mental World, okay? You think it's the outside world?" Chen Yongjie walked forward, but then, with a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck, startling him so much that he quickly took off his helmet, retreated rapidly, and looked up at the sky in disbelief.

"Holy crap, someone's up there, deliberately trying to kill me!" Old Chen's eyes widened, feeling it was outrageous.

Wang Xuan's heart pounded wildly. His Spiritual Heavenly Eye also caught sight of a remnant in the clouds, where a man who looked like a skeleton with withered flesh and blood was beating a broken drum. The lightning bolt struck directly at this spot.

"Was this lightning manipulated by someone?" Chen Yongjie was moved, then stunned. He was sure he hadn't seen wrong. Was that withered creature a spiritual entity? It looked like a dried corpse, with sunken, dark eye sockets. Could it be Spirit Corpse?

"Let me take a closer look, don't rush off!" Wang Xuan opened his Spiritual Heavenly Eye, seeing in all directions. He saw an astonishing sight: above the clouds, not only the one remnant from before, but also dozens or even hundreds of similar rubble areas scattered across the vast sky.

Everywhere, there are ancient ruins floating around, and strange creatures are beating decaying drums in mechanical and stiff movements.

This region is a place where spiritual thunder intertwines, not something that arises naturally, but rather something that is created by the thunderous sounds of these drums.

Those withered creatures were like Spirit Corpse, rigidly releasing lightning in accordance with past commands.

Wang Xuan wrapped Old Chen in the flag and they passed through the thunderous area without any major incident. It felt like walking through a place where a heavenly tribulation was about to occur, with thick bolts of lightning everywhere.

Even after passing through the minefield, the deafening roar continued. This was no paradise; the surrounding area was enveloped by a massive burst of lightning. These spiritual lightning bolts formed a wall as high as the sky, constructed entirely of lightning.

"Is this the City of Spiritual Lightning?"

It was called a city, but it was actually a ruin, with rubble everywhere and no intact buildings, as well as some desolate hilly areas.

"Something's up... in the sky. The place we're going to might be deep above the clouds!" Wang Xuan looked up and couldn't help but be moved.

The ground was covered with broken walls and ruins, relics floated in the sky, glowing rivers flowed, and above the clouds, a sacred mountain stood majestically.

"That Demoness is here too!" Old Chen whispered, his pupils contracting. He gestured for Wang Xuan to hide in the ruins, then pointed to a small, suspended ruin in the sky.

There was a bonfire, dazzlingly bright, surrounded by many ghostly spirits. A Woman in Red, her robes fluttering, stood before the firelight, turned gently, her long skirt billowing, like a fairy gliding on water.

Wang Xuan was moved and said, "This place is a bit outrageous. The flames above a pile of Mythical Embers are just an entry test, placed in the lowest level of the ruins. What's on top of that?"

He noticed something unusual: the ruins were layered, and that pile of mythical firelight seemed to be just a necessary gateway!

The firelight led to a hazy passage, which led all the way to the higher Spiritual Ruins.