Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

It was now evening. The red sun, which was as high as a mountain, could no longer spread the sunlight into the mountains. Only the pitiful light in the sky could penetrate the dense branches and leaves of the trees and fall into it.    

In the depths of the mountains, it was dark.    

The trees here were resistant to the cold. The four seasons were evergreen, and the other areas had long dried up. However, this place was still full of greenery, and there were even the chirping of birds echoing within.    

Within the mountain range, it was quiet and peaceful.    

The distant sky was dyed red by the red clouds, as if there was a huge fire burning. It was extremely bright, and it formed a sharp contrast with the forest.    

The sun slowly descended on the mountain. There were already many dark places in the horizon. When the sun fell halfway up the mountain, a tiny bit of light suddenly appeared in the dark horizon.    

The moment the light appeared, it quickly enlarged. When it got closer, it was a ray of light. There was even a human figure within it.    

It was a tall and sturdy man. However, his expression was a little dispirited at this moment.    

The clothes on his body were tattered. There were many large cracks on his skin. His skin was covered in scars and fresh blood was dripping.    

On his left shoulder, a huge wound extended to his right abdomen, as if it was going to cut him apart. There were traces of black gas flowing out from it.    

The big man gritted his teeth and his body flashed. He landed in a forest and stood with his right fingers side by side. He pointed at his body several times and the pain on his face was greatly reduced.    

He raised his head and looked around. He looked through the gaps between the branches and leaves to the sky. After seeing nothing unusual, he let out a sigh of relief and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.    

After about five minutes, he opened his eyes. He suddenly coughed and spat out a mouthful of black blood.    

The black blood splashed onto some of the dead leaves on the ground, and black smoke rose up. In the blink of an eye, the leaves were completely corroded, and even the ground caved in a little.    

The middle-aged man was abnormally calm. Not only did he not panic, but his face also revealed a look of relief.    

He pointed at his body a few more times, and sealed the important acupoints. Immediately, he waved his hand, and shot out a ray of green light.    

The green light surrounded him and enveloped him. It formed a round barrier, isolating him from the outside world for a moment. The cool breeze from the mountain ridge brushed past him, but it was unable to shake a strand of his hair.    

As if feeling that this was not enough, the large man pondered for a moment. Then, he stretched out his hand and patted his waist. Several orange-yellow talisman papers appeared in his hand. Then, he muttered something. Then, the Spiritual Force passed through his right hand and poured into the talisman paper.    

"Swish, swish, swish!"    

A couple of air-piercing sounds appeared. Those spiritual talisman shot out and landed on the green light barrier in all directions. After which, they turned into specks of light and merged into it.    

The large man finally relaxed after doing all of this. He let out a long sigh of relief.    

The sky was getting darker and darker.    

The sun at the end of the horizon was getting redder and redder. It was as if his heart was bleeding. The heavy atmosphere made it hard for one to breathe.    

The sky had already darkened by more than half, and the stretch of the mountain ridge was no different from night. Because there were few people around, there was not even a small path. There were no gaps between the trees, and the only light could not penetrate through.    

The roars of the birds and beasts fell silent at some point. The entire mountain forest was so silent that it made one's heart tremble.    

Suddenly, some fluctuations appeared in the distant sky.    

One. In just a few seconds, it had disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already above the mountain. It was a person.    

If Yang Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize this person.    

It was the skinny old man who had fought with them before.    

"Hmph! He's quite good at running, but since the higher-ups have already given the order... Of course I can't let you live. I only hope that those people can keep their word. Otherwise, if I let that little fellow escape, I'll really suffer a great loss."    

As he spoke to himself, he immediately sized up the mountain ridge below. The two protruding eyeballs were completely bloodshot, as if they could die at any moment.    

After a long while, the emaciated old Daoist frowned. "Hiss! Something's not right."    

He shook his head and looked back and forth a few times. Then, he closed his eyes again. Strands of Spiritual Force surged out of his skinny body and floated toward the huge mountain below as if there was no end to it.    

These Spiritual Force were very loose and had no power at all. They were like strands in the air, drifting in all directions.    

In the forest, the big man who was recovering with his legs crossed suddenly opened his eyes. As if he had sensed something, he looked up into the sky.    

His vision was completely blocked by the branches and leaves of the forest, but he did not feel anything, as if his gaze could penetrate through it.    

After a moment, he frowned. "Damn it!"    

The big man cursed in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly and a huge Spiritual Force gathered together. The spiritual pressure emitted from it was frightening.    

However, although he seemed to be ready to attack, the middle-aged man's face was somewhat nervous. There was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. It was dripping down the tip of his nose, but he did not know it at all.    

Threads of thread passed through the dense trees and floated in front of him. It was the skinny old Daoist's Spiritual Force. Although it had been separated, it still had a trace of a connection with him.    

This trace of connection was already sufficient for people of their level.    

The big man had a solemn expression as he stared at the gossamer. The tattered clothes on his back had unknowingly been soaked in sweat.    

The green light screen around him had long since dimmed, and it was extremely difficult to see through it even in the darkness of the night.    

In comparison, the thin threads were even more conspicuous. They were like fluorescent threads that covered the forest.    

The threads slowly drifted until they reached the outside of the large man's barrier. When they came into contact with the dim green light barrier, they actually slid past it. They were very soft and did not feel like they were being forced.    

The large man sighed in relief when he saw this scene. Immediately, he ceased paying attention to this matter. Instead, he made the best use of his time to recover his cultivation.    

In the sky above the mountain.    

"Huh? That aura clearly disappeared here, why can't I feel it?"    

The old Taoist's brows were almost twisted into a knot. No matter how he tried to sense it, there was no unusual movement in the forest.    

"Forget it."    

After a while, he shook his head and waved his hand. The countless strands of gossamer disappeared into the air. At the same time, a cloud of black fog flew out from his waist. After rolling and changing, a figure was revealed.    

It was one of the people who had fought with Yang Xuan and the others. His body had decayed by more than half, and no one could tell what he looked like in detail.    

"Roar!"    

A shrill roar echoed in the mountain.