Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 304 Matrix
Outside the upside-down white jade pavilion, after hearing the boy's explanation, everyone finally felt relieved.

With their doubts dispelled, the remaining martial artists poured onto the white jade platform like rain.

Within a short time, twenty or thirty people stood on this platform, which was several tens of meters wide.

Judging from their aura, there are six at the fourth rank, and the rest are all at the third rank who are unwilling to give up and want to fight back.

Fang Can squatted down and felt the white jade beneath his feet; it seemed as indestructible as diamond.

"Isn't Bai Xiaosheng here?" The burly man with a full beard asked after looking around.

"He has only just broken through to the fifth level, and his mental state is unstable. It's perfectly normal for him to hide away and cultivate in seclusion for five or ten years. Where would he have the energy to care about us?" the old man sneered.

As Fang Can was pondering, several martial artists beside him turned their gazes toward him, their eyes flashing with hostility.

"It's you, kid. Heh, you killed so many fourth-level cultivators at once. Now that the secret realm has opened and all the fourth-level cultivators are gathered, you still dare to come alone."

The old man sneered at Fang Can, who was wearing a mask, and threatened him, saying that a man appearing next to Liu Qingmeng at this time must be of unknown identity.

"Hmph, you know I've killed so many fourth-tier cultivators, and you still don't think about running away when I get here."

As Fang Can spoke, he gently pressed down on Liu Qingmeng's hand, which was halfway drawing her sword.

"For someone with the ability to teleport, what difference does it make whether they're down here or up here?"

Fang Can looked at the old man and sneered, "Aren't you fourth-level cultivators afraid of being killed by me? Just for the sake of a good tongue, you're willing to make an enemy of me?"

'You bastard…' The old man in black robes raised his eyebrows and was about to lash out, but then he snorted coldly and said, 'I won't bother with a junior.'

Seeing that the other party had backed down, Fang Can put away the antimatter bomb he had taken out and said, "Ignore them, the two of us can go down."

Fang Can had already learned about these four goals from Liu Qingmeng; they were mainly for two items.

The lingering regrets of a sixth-level cultivator after his death, along with a treasure of unknown rank.

Martial arts is about cultivating the mind, and those who can cultivate to the sixth level have already transcended the mundane in their thoughts and intentions.

Even after death, lingering thoughts will remain near the remains, transforming into a pure sea of ​​consciousness. For martial artists, even these lingering thoughts are enough to increase their strength.

The other treasure might be a cultivation technique, a sacrificial artifact, or a one-time-use elixir blessed by the light of the mind.

According to the cryptic explanations in the ancient texts, Liu Zhuan was severely injured and on the verge of death because of this supreme treasure, and soon after, he was buried in a secret realm and passed away peacefully.

Now, ten thousand years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically. The kingdoms of the martial world have transformed.

Those who had reached the fifth level or higher had completely disappeared, and no one pursued their past deeds anymore. Only a group of juniors at the third or fourth level came here seeking opportunities to break through.

Ignoring the crowd on the stage, Fang Can took Liu Qingmeng's arm and walked into the white jade gate.

The entire white jade gate was covered by an invisible spatial barrier, and no one knew where they would be teleported after entering.

Fang Can didn't sense any danger from the door. His only worry was that if they didn't go in at the same time, he might be separated from Liu Qingmeng.

Perhaps that's why she didn't struggle when Fang Can took her hand.

Under the watchful eyes of all the martial artists around them, the two figures passed through the spatial membrane and immediately disappeared without a sound. The black-robed elder looked at the membrane, then turned to a third-stage martial artist beside him and said, "Go inside and scout ahead. Come out immediately after you go in."

The third-turner looked slightly displeased as he was being stared at by the fourth-turner, but he still reluctantly agreed and became the third to enter. After a long while, no sound came out.

Then came the fourth and fifth. After the three generations entered to explore, no news came. Everyone was guessing what was inside this space that allowed entry but not exit.

Sometimes, the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

"Never mind, we're already here, we can't leave empty-handed." The burly, unshaven man snorted and stepped inside.

On the other side, as Fang Can and the other person entered, they were immediately teleported to a white jade space with a radius of ten meters.

It had just appeared, and even Fang Can could feel that something was wrong with his body.

It seems that because it is going deeper into the earth, its original full power has been suppressed to less than 10%, and the power it can show at this moment may only be at the second level.

"Senior, how are you feeling?" Fang Can asked after turning around and explaining his condition.

“My strength is almost completely gone, my mental space is limited to within a hundred meters, and my recovery ability has also weakened,” Liu Qingmeng said with a solemn expression.

The execution of the inheritance relies on physical strength and mental fortitude, and her Meizu Blue movie will be weakened like never before.

It seems that the further we go, the greater the restrictions we will face, and there is a real possibility that we may be suppressed and reduced to mortals.

However, Fang Can's expression shifted slightly. It seemed that the higher the realm of an existence, the more severely it was suppressed in this space. Just two levels higher and it was already incredibly high.

As they pondered, the two also took in their surroundings. Within this ten-meter square cube of white jade space, there was no light and it was illuminated by itself. Each of the six sides—up, down, left, right, front, and back—had a spatial partition about two people high, and no one knew where it led.

'Is this the level? Six doors, each leading to a different location, and unlike before, each of these six doors carries a sense of danger at varying heights.'

He turned to the woman beside him and asked, "Senior, do you believe me?"

"Why are you saying this now?" Liu Qingmeng said with some dissatisfaction. "If I didn't trust you, why would I have invited you here?"

“Then let’s go this way…” Fang Can took Liu Qingmeng’s hand and walked towards the membrane on the left: “This door poses the lowest level of danger to us.”

Without the slightest hesitation, the two rushed toward the membrane on the left and disappeared into the white jade space. A few seconds later, the third-turn cultivator, who had been instructed by the black-robed elder to scout ahead, finally arrived late, looked at the six-sided space, and remained silent.

Without Fang Can's intuition, the three cultivators dared not make any rash moves. Seeing that they could not get out, they chose to wait patiently in place.

After some time, more martial artists entered the space one after another, scanning it and asking in confusion, "Where are Liu Qingmeng and that kid?"

"They've probably already chosen a passage and left. Who's willing to scout ahead?" the black-robed elder said coldly, then casually pointed to a purple-clad man in a three-tiered robe and said, "Go to the teleportation array on the right."

As the direction was pointed, the third one wanted to refuse, but the next moment he felt an overwhelming killing intent descend upon him. He was afraid that if he dared to say even half a word of dissent, he would die on the spot.

Under the oppressive gaze of the old man and the gloating eyes of the surrounding third-level cultivators, the body of the purple-clad third-level cultivator was enveloped and disappeared by the teleportation array.

When they reappeared, they were in another blank space that was exactly the same size and style.

The only difference was that a life-size wooden doll was placed in the corner.

(End of this chapter)