In a world as black as ink, enormous, rough boulders loomed in every direction...
Beneath one of those boulders lay a patch of mountainous ground sealed behind layer upon layer of restrictions!
Wu Xuantian sat cross-legged on an enormous meditation cushion covered in golden runes. Wisps of golden immortal spirit flame rippled from it without cease, forming boundless flame runes that poured into his body and filled him with an astonishing aura...
A long sword scar now marred Wu Xuantian's once flawless, jade-white face, with the aura of purple runes pulsing within it.
That sword soul had been left by that damned Ye Tianyu.
Had he not been alert enough to flee quickly and escape into this Bottomless Cave of Nine Dragons Locking the Sky, he would likely have been reduced to scattered remnants of a dead soul, vanishing completely from this world, with no chance of ever attaining immortality.
His injuries were terribly severe. Had he been any slower in escaping, he truly would have been finished.
But how had his master, Immortal King Kui Ning, learned of his situation? He had contacted Wu Xuantian on his own initiative and even given him a chance to restore his cultivation, though the backlash from that secret-method treasure was considerable. One misstep could even cost him his life.
But how could he possibly dare bargain with Immortal King Kui Ning?
If he failed, he would be reduced to ashes like the others, forever robbed of any chance...
Whatever happened, he had to refine and absorb every last bit of this immortal spirit flame cushion his master, Immortal King Kui Ning, had given him.
And sure enough, once he had drained the immortal spirit flame cushion dry...
Wu Xuantian felt that not only had his aura recovered by more than half, but