After that, the young disciple took on the heavy responsibility of protecting the Three Realms. He cultivated even more diligently, constantly strengthening himself. He knew that only by becoming stronger could he better protect this world. Yet peaceful days were like fragile mirrors, easily shattered. The Immortal Realm was suddenly engulfed by a mysterious plague. It came with terrifying force, spreading like wildfire. Immortals fell one after another, their bodies growing weak and powerless as their once-mighty spiritual power seemed to be drained away, vanishing without a trace.
Watching these tragic scenes, the young disciple felt a powerful unease rise within him. He keenly sensed that this plague was by no means natural; an evil force was likely plotting behind it. Without hesitation, he set off in search of a cure, determined to unravel this mystery and save the Immortal Realm.
His footsteps covered every corner of the Immortal Realm. He searched through countless ancient books and secret tomes and questioned immortals from every walk of life. At last, in an ancient ruin forgotten by all, he found a battered old text. The writing in it had long since blurred beyond recognition, but relying on his wisdom and perseverance, the young disciple deciphered its crucial information—a prescription for curing the plague.
However, the medicinal ingredients required by the prescription were exceedingly rare, and some existed only in legends. But the young disciple was not frightened by the difficulty. He resolutely set out to find those precious herbs.
He crossed dense forests, climbed steep peaks, descended into deep caves, and even ventured into dangerous lands filled with miasma and Poisonous Fog. Every step was fraught with unknown peril, but the faith in his heart burned like a flame that never went out.
After long and arduous effort, the young disciple finally