Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

The rain continued for a day and night, as if the heavens were crying for the destruction of the Snow Sword Sect. It didn't stop until the next morning.    

    

Wang Hao's blood had already dried up. There was no one beside him who could stand anymore.    

    

Snow Sword Sect had turned into ruins. All the resources that could be moved away from the sect had been swept away.    

    

The dead disciples of the Snow Sword Sect had their bodies thrown everywhere. The Essence Ring between their fingers had also been taken away.    

    

The entire Snow Sword Sect was enveloped by the aura of death, and there was no longer any life force left in it.    

    

The drizzle gradually stopped. A ray of sunlight penetrated through the dark clouds and shone on the ground.    

    

Wang Hao, who was lying in the puddle, suddenly moved his finger slightly. After that, his entire body glowed with a blue light!    

    

Wang Hao's right eye, which had been confined, opened on its own. The Wizard Clan pattern on the blue eyeball emitted a strange power.    

    

Divine ability, reincarnation!    

    

After the blue light covered Wang Hao's body, his body seemed to have fallen into a spatial rift and twisted violently.    

    

With Wang Hao as the center, a massive vortex was formed, and the space and time in the center of the vortex were being reversed!    

    

Wang Hao's consciousness, which had disappeared, began to gather once again, becoming clearer and clearer.    

    

"Where is this?"    

    

Wang Hao looked at the situation in front of him and was somewhat absent-minded. At this moment, he was standing on a cold peak. The peak of the peak was empty, and the cold wind was bone-piercing.    

    

In the middle of the cold peak, there was a huge ravine that stretched across the entire cold peak. The edge of the ravine was very flat, as if it had been cut open by a sword!    

    

Wang Hao immediately recognized this ravine. It was the Hidden Sword Valley!    

    

"The Hidden Sword Valley was clearly suppressed by the sect's buildings. Why is it in such a state?"    

    

"Something's not right! Where is the shadow of the Snow Sword Sect on this cold peak?!"    

    

"Ugh... My head hurts!"    

    

"I remember now... I was killed by Ling Xie. I should be dead by now. Why did I appear in Hidden Sword Valley? "    

    

"I remember that before my consciousness dissipated, all my Yuan energy gathered towards my right eye. Could it be that I subconsciously triggered the reincarnation and saved myself?"    

    

Wang Hao looked around. Sure enough, there was a slight distortion in the space around him.    

    

He took a closer look at his hands and feet. They were all semi-transparent. Wang Hao bent his body and tried to touch the ground, but his palm easily passed through the rocks on the ground.    

    

"As expected... I am in the crevice of time and space?"    

    

Wang Hao understood his current situation. He sighed and said, "The distortion of time and space must be the result of the reincarnation. I think I won't die."    

    

"Because the reincarnation was triggered unconsciously, my consciousness was thrown into the space and time before the Snow Sword Sect was established. I really don't know how long I will have to stay here..."    

    

Standing at the peak of the Cold Peak, Wang Hao felt somewhat distressed. He had no idea when he would be able to return to his own time and space.    

    

The sun had risen from the east to the west. Ten days had passed. Wang Hao had been staying on the Cold Peak because he only had his consciousness and body. It was impossible for him to cultivate even if he wanted to.    

    

Wang Hao sighed and said, "I really don't know how long these days will last. Could it be that I have to experience the prosperity and decline of the Snow Sword Sect?"    

    

Wang Hao prepared to leave the Cold Peak. This kind of silent atmosphere was too torturous.    

    

At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly saw a figure walking towards the peak of the mountain step by step from the path between the mountains.    

    

"Eh? Someone would come to such a desolate place?"    

    

Wang Hao walked in and saw a young man who was about fifteen or sixteen years old. This young man's cultivation realm wasn't high, and he was only at the Essence Martial Stage Level Five.    

    

After climbing up the Cold Peak, the young man used the sleeves that were sewn with patches to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He carried a bamboo basket on his back, and within the basket were a few herbs that he hadn't harvested for a long time.    

    

The young man looked at the Cold Peak, and his tender face couldn't help but reveal a disappointed expression. He muttered to himself, "Didn't they say that there are precious spirit herbs at the peak of the Cold Wind Peak? Why can't I see even a trace of green at a glance?"    

    

The youth seemed to be tired, and he sat down on the ground.    

    

"Forget it, forget it. When I recover some strength, I'll go down the mountain. If I don't dig up more spirit herbs, how can I sell them for money to exchange for martial skills?"    

    

The temperature of this season's cold peak was suitable. The youth actually fell asleep unconsciously. After an unknown period of time, there was a wailing sound that scared him awake.    

    

The youth's entire body quivered as he crawled up from the ground. Only then did he realize that at some unknown time, there was a strong wind blowing on the cold peak.    

    

The strong wind blew into the Hidden Sword Valley and turned into a wind that blew past the valley. Only then did the sound of wailing ghosts and howling ghosts could be heard.    

    

The young man said in surprise, "Why is there such a deep valley at the top of the Cold Peak? Everyone says that spiritual herbs are growing in places that are rarely seen. Perhaps there will be new discoveries at the bottom of the valley!"    

    

Thinking of this, the exhaustion on the youth's face was swept away. He hurriedly ran to the side of the valley and bent down to look into the valley.    

    

Sunlight shone into the valley through the valley entrance, but it was impossible to see the bottom of the valley clearly. It could be seen how deep the valley was.    

    

A hesitant expression appeared on the young man's face. He seemed to be in a dilemma as to whether he should go down the valley to take a look.    

    

"I didn't bring any ropes with me. If I fall down while climbing, I'm afraid I'll die!"    

    

"What's there to be afraid of?! If I find a precious spiritual herb, I can buy a Yellow Rank Grade Six martial skill with the money I get! I'm going all out!"    

    

The young man made up his mind. He carefully stretched his body and began to climb down the valley.    

    

Wang Hao shook his head helplessly. This young man was too reckless. The valley was dark, and he didn't have a torch to illuminate his surroundings. If he accidentally stepped on empty air, he would really die.    

    

"For the sake of a stalk of spiritual grass, this youth is going all out."    

    

When he thought of this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across Wang Hao's mind. He widened his eyes and looked at the young man who was carefully climbing the rocks. The expression on his face was as wonderful as it could be.    

    

"Looking for spiritual herbs... climbing Cold Mountain... entering the deep valley. This young man, could he be the grandmaster?!"    

    

Wang Hao remembered the notebook that Elder Hee had shown him. After comparing them one by one, he shockingly discovered that his guess was correct!    

    

Wang Hao smiled bitterly in his heart. "I didn't expect that I would have the fortune to see the grandmaster's true face."    

    

Thinking of this, Wang Hao no longer hesitated. He jumped into the valley. Since he was sure that the young man in front of him was the grandmaster, he knew that this small cliff would not be a problem for him.    

    

The valley was still the same as before. Wang Hao waited for half a day before the young man finally arrived at the bottom of the valley.    

    

The young man's entire body was drenched in sweat. When the wind blew in the valley, it was so cold that it made him shiver.    

    

"He risked the danger of falling to his death and climbed down with great difficulty. Hopefully, he will discover something!"    

    

The youth had just taken a step when he staggered and fell to the ground. He sat up and discovered that his two knees were injured while climbing.    

    

"How could I be so unlucky!"    

    

The youth frowned. He tore off his sleeves and tied them to his knees. He endured the pain and began to search for spiritual herbs.    

    

However, to his disappointment, after searching for an entire day and night, he didn't find anything.    

    

"Why did the heavens tease me!"    

    

The youth collapsed onto the ground with a face full of despair. He took out a hard steamed bun from the bamboo basket on his back. Wang Hao bit down hard on it, and only then did he realize... The young grandmaster even gave each martial artist an Essence Ring. He did not even have one.    

    

"Only when one is suffering will one be able to stand above others. This sentence is the most appropriate to be used on the ancestor."    

    

After eating a cold mantou, the youth didn't take out the remaining two mantou from the bamboo basket. His knees were injured, so he could not take the risk to climb up. He was afraid that he would have to stay at the bottom of the valley. He had been waiting for a few days, and these two buns were all his remaining food.    

    

After three days at the bottom of the valley, the wound on his knee finally healed. He prepared to leave the dark valley and return to the cold peak.    

    

Just as he was about to climb, a deafening roar suddenly sounded from within the valley.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

This was the sound of thunder reverberating within the valley, and it was about to rain.    

    

The youth's expression became as ugly as it could get. Once it rained, the already flat walls of the valley would become slippery and greasy. If a hand or foot slipped, he would die here for the rest of his life.    

    

"I'm unlucky. Even drinking water is between my teeth!"    

    

The youth could only give up on the idea of leaving the valley and continue to suffer in the valley.    

    

Not long after, the rain fell. Because the dark clouds outside obscured the sun, the bottom of the valley had already fallen into complete darkness, and he could not even see his own fingers.    

    

After the heavy rain fell for a long time, the youth began to doze off. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning blasted him awake!    

    

The youth quivered and happened to see a bolt of lightning that was as thick as a bucket explode not far away.    

    

"I can't even sleep peacefully."    

    

The youth prepared to close his eyes and continue sleeping soundly. At this moment, an unexpected scene appeared.    

    

In the place where the lightning exploded, two shining figures suddenly appeared. These were two powerful and extraordinary middle-aged men. They floated in the air, each holding a precious sword in their hands. Their clothes moved without wind.    

    

The two middle-aged men were only phantoms, but the invisible power they displayed made the youth unable to breathe.    

    

Two martial artists that were so powerful that they could not be described with words fiercely exchanged blows in the valley. The sword moves they displayed faintly contained some kind of true meaning, causing one to become absent-minded.    

    

The youth looked at the battle between the two powerhouses, his eyes becoming dazed. He had already completely fallen into it.    

    

Wang Hao's phantom stood beside the young man. He looked at the intense battle between the two Great Sovereigns and sighed in his heart. "In order to snatch the treasure, I didn't see this scene. I didn't expect to see it again!"    

    

Wang Hao naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity. Like the young man, he was immersed in enlightenment.    

    

The more Wang Hao looked at it, the more shocked he became. The sword moves of the two Great Sovereigns had traces of righteousness in them. Although they weren't as pure as the righteousness contained in the Sword Dao Fragment, they were truly displayed.    

    

Wang Hao memorized every move of the two Great Sovereigns. He extracted the righteousness contained in the sword moves and matched them with the records in the Sword Dao Fragment.    

    

Under the arrangement of fate, the two youths of the same age did the same thing at the same time.    

    

The two Great Sovereigns fought for three days and three nights. Wang Hao and Wang Hao were enlightened for three days and three nights. When the two Great Sovereigns died together, the image stopped.    

    

Wang Hao and the young man both woke up at the same time, and their hearts were filled with shock!    

    

The young man waved his hands and feet excitedly, "If I learn such profound meaning, I will definitely become a powerful expert and establish my own sect!"    

    

Compared to the young man, Wang Hao was much calmer. He sighed and said, "The righteousness recorded in the Sword Dao Fragment has always been difficult for me to understand. I didn't expect that after a fortuitous encounter, I would be able to easily grasp more than half of it. As long as I verify it more, my strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds! "    

    

The young ancestor had left, but Wang Hao remained in the dark Hidden Sword Valley. He had made up his mind to comprehend all the righteousness recorded in the Sword Dao Fragment before returning to his own spatial zone.