Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

After thinking hard for a long time, Yang Xuan couldn't think of anything. Finally, the Black Panther spoke.    

    

"Are you stupid? Can you come up with an answer just by sitting there?"    

    

When the Black Panther said this, Yang Xuan immediately became somewhat unhappy. He had been in the secret realm for two days now, and he didn't know how many roads he had walked. Was it not hard enough?    

    

"That's right. After all, I'm not a great god like you. I can only think like this when I can see through everything in the world with just a glance." Yang Xuan said angrily. The Black Panther felt helpless.    

    

"Do you really understand what I mean? I mean, I want you to take a good look at the similarities between these traces!"    

    

Common?    

    

When Yang Xuan heard these three words, he could not help but be stunned for a moment. He then said to the Black Panther, "What do you mean by 'similarity'? If you insist on finding one, then all of them will disappear into thin air."    

    

It seemed that this similarity was useless, and it couldn't guide Yang Xuan to find more clues.    

    

In fact, it was the same. No matter who encountered such a strange thing, they wouldn't be able to make sense of it, and Yang Xuan was no exception.    

    

The Black Panther couldn't hold it any longer, and said directly, "Now, go and take a good look at the traces left behind by those people, and see if there's anything strange about them!"    

    

Being shaken by the Black Panther's voice, Yang Xuan felt some pain in his head. He revealed an unwilling expression, but in the end, he still stood up and walked over to take a look.    

    

With this look, Yang Xuan indeed discovered that something was not right.    

    

There were some faint fluctuations of the Spiritual Force on the marks left by these people. The strangest thing was that Yang Xuan looked at the other marks. The fluctuations of the Spiritual Force were almost exactly the same.    

    

In other words, these marks were most likely left by the disciples and the same person!    

    

Just who was it that could fight so many disciples and then disappear in an instant?    

    

After revealing the doubts in his heart and the Black Panther, the Black Panther's tone finally calmed down.    

    

"You've finally discovered it. You're not too stupid."    

    

"Sigh, concern makes things messy! I've always wanted to find clues as soon as possible, but I missed them because of this. It's too ironic."    

    

" Remember to be careful in the future. "    

    

Yang Xuan nodded slightly. He felt that he had learned a lot, and even his heart had changed.    

    

"Now close your eyes. I will teach you a spell. You need to understand it well."    

    

As the Black Panther said this, Yang Xuan obediently closed his eyes. In the next moment, the Black Panther began to teach him.    

    

"This technique is called the tracking technique. It was created by an ancient cultivator. It is specifically used to track the traces of the Spiritual Force. This technique..."    

    

The speed at which it spoke was very fast, and the words that came out of its mouth were extremely obscure and difficult to understand. For a moment, Yang Xuan frowned.    

    

After the Black Panther was finished, Yang Xuan closed his eyes and began to quietly comprehend it.    

    

After a moment, Yang Xuan opened his eyes. Obviously, he had already comprehended the technique that the Black Panther had taught him.    

    

When he walked to the front of a trail, Yang Xuan squatted down slowly and touched it with his hand.    

    

This was a mark that a disciple had once used, but the owner of the mark was nowhere to be found.    

    

He slowly gathered the Spiritual Force at the tip of his finger. After that, a ball of light suddenly appeared on the mark and started to float slowly.    

    

Following the ball of light, Yang Xuan continued to move forward. Soon, he arrived in front of the third floor. The ball of light had no intention of stopping.    

    

Just standing in front of the third floor, that terrifying pressure made Yang Xuan unable to breathe.    

    

"So it was brought in..."    

    

Looking at the boundary of the third floor, Yang Xuan suddenly thought of Senior Sister Chung who had to do anything to gain face. He struggled in his heart for a moment.    

    

"Receiving favors from others should be repaid with a spring of water. Let's go all out!"    

    

Clenching his teeth, Yang Xuan no longer hesitated and followed the ball of light in.    

    

The ball of light floated leisurely without stopping for a moment, and Yang Xuan did not stop either. He continuously maneuvered the Spiritual Force to reduce the pressure on his body, and walked very firmly step by step.    

    

After walking to an open space, Yang Xuan saw a strange temple standing in the middle of the open space. The ball of light was slowly dissipating at this moment.    

    

"The source of the fluctuation of the Spiritual Force is here!" Yang Xuan's eyes focused, and he walked straight towards the temple.    

    

This temple was unlike any ordinary temple. It was worshipping some kind of Divine Immortal statue, and there was nothing inside. There was only a lone golden monkey statue placed in the center of the temple.    

    

After carefully examining it, the monkey statue's eyes were emitting a strange red light.    

    

"There's something strange..."    

    

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment and walked in front of the monkey statue. He started to feel around, trying to find some kind of mechanism.    

    

Very quickly, at the back of the monkey statue's neck, Yang Xuan touched a button and pressed it.    

    

A loud rumbling sound came from the entrance of the temple. Immediately, a heavy stone gate fell down and sealed the entrance, stirring up a pile of dust.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned and quickly rushed to the front of the stone gate. He stretched out his hand and pushed it, but the heavy stone gate didn't budge at all.    

    

Moreover, this stone gate was very strange. It actually isolated all the Spiritual Force. No matter what kind of technique Yang Xuan tried, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean when it hit the gate. There was no movement at all.    

    

It seemed like he couldn't get out of this place...    

    

While he was thinking, a strange laugh suddenly came from behind him. Yang Xuan quickly turned around to look and was surprised to find that the laughter was actually coming from the monkey statue.    

    

"Hahahaha, after being trapped here for so many years, finally someone delivered himself to my door!"    

    

The monkey statue's mouth opened and closed mechanically. Its voice was extremely sharp and piercing, and the red light in its eyes was still flickering.    

    

Seeing this strange scene, Yang Xuan could not help but pull out his long sword and cautiously asked, "Who are you?"    

    

"Who am I? I am the supreme Monkey God, tremble in front of me! Hahaha!"    

    

The monkey statue continued to laugh. A powerful pressure instantly fell on Yang Xuan's shoulder, causing his Qi to stop. He was almost pressed to the ground by the pressure.    

    

Fortunately, the sword was firmly pressed to the ground, and Yang Xuan was able to relieve the pressure very quickly.    

    

Seeing this scene, the monkey statue on the other side let out a surprised cry." En? You can actually withstand the pressure of the Monkey God. Interesting. Try this again!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, small holes began to appear on the surrounding walls. A large number of... bananas shot out from within!    

    

These bananas revealed a head. The densely packed four walls were all of them. Yang Xuan was stunned when he saw them.