The Ordinary Man's Guide to Fast Travel

Chapter 439 Entering the Cultivation World 30

Wen Fufeng endured the severe pain and moved forward step by step in the land of fire with difficulty.

But the further he went, the more the advantages of his pure Yang body gradually became apparent. The heat that had been unbearable to him seemed to be resonating in a subtle way with the pure Yang energy in his body.

Suddenly, Wen Fufeng felt a strange power fluctuation coming from the ground beneath his feet.

His heart moved. Could this be the key to breaking the deadlock?

He followed the guidance of this force and came to a seemingly ordinary rock.

The rock is dark in color, with a rough and uneven surface, and is covered with cracks of varying depths, as if it had gone through countless years of vicissitudes.

The shape of the rock is irregular, like a giant beast crouching on the ground, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

When he carefully reached out to touch the rock, a powerful and brutal suction force instantly burst out, like an invisible giant hand, tightly sucking his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the pure yang energy in Wen Fufeng's body rushed along his arms towards the rock like a flood.

The rock began to emit a dazzling light, and the surrounding flames seemed to be summoned and gathered towards the rock.

Wen Fufeng was overjoyed, as he realized that this was a great opportunity to absorb the heat from the flames.

He used all his strength to mobilize the spiritual power in his body and merge it with the pure yang energy to form a powerful vortex.

The heat in the flames seemed to have found its home and rushed into Wen Fufeng's body madly.

His meridians were filled with this powerful force, causing him unbearable pain, but he gritted his teeth and held on desperately.

As time passed, the heat from the Land of Fire gradually thinned, while Wen Fufeng's aura became stronger and stronger.

Finally, when the last trace of heat was absorbed, Wen Fufeng opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He successfully broke through this obstacle and took another step towards his goal of obtaining the Soul Grass.

The place that was originally burning with fire suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The flames that once raged and leaped disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a dark scorched earth.

The ground was dry and cracked, with cracks spreading like spider webs, as if all the vitality had been drained from the land.

There was a burning smell in the air, but no longer any heat.

The originally scorching high temperature suddenly dropped and became cold and gloomy.

The surrounding scene seemed particularly desolate. Without the dancing flames, there was only a silent desolation.

In this desolate place, Wen Fufeng stood there, becoming the only hope of life.

The master of the Nether Valley who had previously stopped Wen Fufeng looked at everything that happened here through the water mirror and laughed.

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting! This kid can actually break this land of fire!"

His laughter echoed in the dark cave, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"For so many years, no one has ever been able to absorb the power of this land of fire so easily and neatly. This really opens my eyes!"

After the ecstasy, he whistled in all directions, and instantly countless spirits crowded into his cave.

These spirits had various shapes, some were like misty smoke, some were like flickering lights, and some were like transparent phantoms.

They gathered together densely, almost filling the entire cave.

The faint lights emitted by the spirits intertwined together, making the originally dim cave become like a dream.

Some spirits emit a light blue light that flickers all over their bodies.

Some of them appear a strange green color, with the light sometimes strong and sometimes weak, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

The atmosphere in the cave was tense and full of anticipation. The spirits whispered to each other, making a slight buzzing sound, as if they were whispering about what was about to happen.

The master of the Nether Valley stood in the center of the cave, surrounded by many spirits. His face showed majesty and pride, and he was ready to give orders to these spirits.

Just as this group of spirits were partying, Wen Fufeng felt something was wrong.

He frowned and thought to himself:

The bottom of the Nether Valley has always been known for its coldness and darkness, so how could there be such a yang thing?

The existence of this land of fire is already strange. Now that he has successfully absorbed its power, he has not found any trace of the Soul Grass. Is there another mystery here?

There are eight levels left. Should he pass them?

Wen Fufeng thought back to everything that had happened along the way, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was fishy.

The appearance of this land of fire seemed to be to cover up something, and the strange power fluctuations led him to this rock, which seemed to be the key to breaking the deadlock, but now everything has returned to calm, and the Soul Grass is still nowhere to be seen.

In the past, one had to go through nine levels of tribulation to obtain the Soul Grass, but the first level of tribulation seemed to be tailor-made for him.

Wen Fufeng had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that all this was meant to distract him and make him ignore the true location of the Soul Grass?

At this moment, the master of the Nether Valley was busy giving orders to the spirits and had no time to pay attention to him.

Thinking of this, Wen Fufeng used his spiritual sense to explore the vicinity. After all, the second level did not appear at all, so he decided to take this opportunity to quietly search for the Soul Grass.

He held his breath and concentrated, using the spiritual power in his body to sense the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

Relying on his keen intuition, he walked towards a seemingly inconspicuous corner.

There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy there, which was out of tune with the cold and gloomy air around it.

Wen Fufeng walked closer and saw a spiritual herb emitting a bright light swaying in the darkness. It was the soul herb he had been looking for.

He looked at the soul grass protected by the barrier and felt excited, but he also knew that the barrier would not let him get it easily.

He took a deep breath, and once again mobilized the pure yang energy and spiritual power in his body, slowly sending them towards the barrier.

The moment the pure yang energy came into contact with the barrier, a "sizzling" sound was heard and ripples appeared on the barrier.

Wen Fufeng did not dare to slack off at all and continued to increase his output of strength, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

As time went by, the light of the barrier gradually dimmed, and tiny cracks appeared.

Just as the barrier was about to break, a powerful recoil force suddenly hit.

Wen Fufeng was knocked back several steps, but he quickly steadied himself and rushed forward again.

This time, he gathered all his strength into his hands and pushed forward violently.

With a loud bang, the barrier was finally broken and turned into starlight that dissipated in the air.

Wen Fufeng reached out and plucked the soul grass without hesitation, and carefully placed it into the soul-soothing light bead.

Just as he placed the Soul Grass in place, the owner of the Nether Valley noticed something was wrong and shouted angrily, "Boy, how dare you steal the Soul Grass!"

Wen Fufeng heard it from afar, but did not answer. He turned around and ran towards the exit.

No matter whether there are any tests or not, his goal is to get the Soul Grass. Now that he has it, as for the rest, he will talk about it later.