Establishing a Clan in the Eastern Wilderness: A Daily Divination, Cultivating Longevity in a Grotto

After waiting for a while, a treasure ship broke through the clouds in the distance.

The treasure ship was crafted entirely from silver-gray spirit wood, its hull covered with dense array patterns. A lifelike divine bird, its wings outstretched as if about to take flight, was carved at the bow. The ship slowly descended, stirring up the air currents that caused the robes of the passengers to flutter loudly.

The hatch opened, and three figures stepped out side by side.

On the left is Steward Zhou, who is twirling a wine gourd in his hand.

The man on the right has a fair complexion and no beard, and his eyebrows and eyes bear a five or six-point resemblance to Yun Qilang—Yun Zhiwu, the head of the seventh branch of the Yun family.

The one in the center was dressed in red, as fiery and rosy as the sunset, with a veil covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of clear, cold eyes.

The eldest daughter of the Yun family.

Her aura was restrained, making it impossible to discern her true strength, but when her eyes swept over the crowd, Li Changsheng felt a chill run down his spine—it was a condescending scrutiny, as if she were looking at a group of ants.

Yun Qilang and Yun Jiuniang stood behind the two men. Yun Qilang looked arrogant, his gaze lingering on Li Changsheng for a moment as he swept over the crowd, his expression carrying an undisguised coldness. Yun Jiuniang, on the other hand, nodded slightly to him.

"Get on the ship," Steward Zhou waved his hand.

The crowd filed onto the ship.

Li Changsheng found a seat by the window and sat down. As soon as he settled in, he saw Steward Zhou cast a spell into the array plate at the bow of the ship. With a hum, the entire treasure ship trembled slightly, and a layer of light blue light rose from the hull, enveloping the entire ship.

Immediately afterwards, the runes on the light screen flowed, and the ship gradually became transparent, blending into the surrounding clouds and mist.

Invisible restriction.

Li Changsheng walked to the window and looked outside. All he could see was a vast expanse of white; he couldn't see anything. He tried channeling his spiritual energy into his eyes, but still couldn't see clearly—the barrier was impenetrable, and unless one cultivated divine sense, it was impossible to penetrate.

"This treasure ship is amazing." Li Changle squatted by the window, her fingers lightly tracing the light screen, feeling the flow of spiritual energy in the runes. "Brother, have you figured out the secret of this formation?"

Li Changsheng shook his head, but his gaze remained fixed on the ship: "This treasure ship is extraordinary. When our Li family becomes powerful in the future, we must acquire one. It can be used for trade, to transport people, and to escape when a beast tide comes."

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...

I don't know how long we flew.

Li Changsheng was meditating with his eyes closed when he suddenly felt the ship tremble slightly, followed by Steward Zhou's voice:

"arrive."

The light curtain dissipated, and the sunlight became blinding.

Li Changsheng squinted as he stepped out of the cabin, and the scene before him made him pause slightly.

This is a vast temple ground, paved with bluestone, covering an area of ​​several hundred feet in circumference.

Directly in front of the temple is a steep stone wall, about ten zhang high, covered with densely packed runes, ancient and vigorous, which have existed for countless years.

On the left and right sides of the stone wall, an old man sat cross-legged on each side.

The old man on the left had white hair and beard, a withered face, and slightly closed eyes, as if he were in deep meditation; the old man on the right was burly and had a rugged face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright as he looked the crowd off the treasure ship up and down.

The three stewards disembarked and walked to the stone wall, bowing respectfully to the two old men. The two old men nodded slightly in return.

Manager Zhou turned around, faced the crowd, and spoke in a loud voice:

"The location for this grand competition is—the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts."

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts? Isn't that a place the Yun family uses specifically to test their disciples?"

"I've heard it's teeming with ghosts and extremely dangerous inside, but it also has a lot of spiritual materials!"

"It only happens once every three years, why is the Yun family being so generous this time?"

Manager Zhou raised his hand to quiet the noise, and after it subsided, he continued:

"The rules are simple. Enter the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, hunt ghosts, and obtain Soul Beads. Three months later, the top five will be determined based on the amount of Imperial Merit Points exchanged for the Soul Beads. Those who make it into the top five will not only gain access to Five Dragon Mountain, but will also receive additional rewards."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Although the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts is dangerous, it also offers many opportunities.

Many people are already eager to get started.

Steward Zhou then said:

"The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts opens once every three years, and each opening lasts for three months. After three months, those holding the guide token will be automatically guided to leave."

With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of streaks of light flew out and landed precisely in each person's hand.

Li Changsheng looked down and saw a palm-sized token, completely black, with the character "引" (yin) engraved on the front and a piece of tiny calligraphy on the back.

"Refine the incantation text on the back of the token now. Lose the token and you will bear the consequences."

Li Changsheng sat down cross-legged.

According to the scriptures, the token should be slowly consecrated.

A moment later, the token glowed slightly, establishing a faint connection with him.

At the same time, Steward Zhou's voice rang out again:

"Once you enter the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, your fate is in the hands of heaven. The Yun family will not take any responsibility."

As soon as the words were spoken, Steward Zhou and his two companions, along with the two elders, took their places and sat cross-legged at the five elemental positions in front of the stone wall. The five exchanged glances, then simultaneously raised their hands, producing an ancient-looking key. The five keys were of different shapes and colors, corresponding to the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The keys hovered in mid-air, humming and vibrating, as five streams of spiritual energy simultaneously poured into the stone wall.

The earthquake trembled.

The dense runes on the stone wall seemed to come alive, shimmering with golden light and lighting up in layers. A huge curtain of light surged out from the stone wall, like a waterfall cascading down, radiant and colorful.

The guiding token in Li Changsheng's hand suddenly became hot, and a strange force pulled him forward involuntarily.

With a thought, the Seven Treasures Glazed Umbrella flew out from his sleeve, its surface opening to envelop him in a seven-colored glazed light curtain.

The light screen in front of me is getting closer and brighter—

A sudden dizziness.

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...

Li Changsheng opened his eyes.

Before me stood a massive termite mountain, several meters high, its surface densely covered with holes from which countless white termites scurried in and out. A damp, rotten smell permeated the air, chilling and biting cold.

Mo Yu emerged from the banner, holding a pipa, and stood quietly beside him.

He then released Zhaocai from the spirit beast pouch.

As soon as Zhaocai landed, its round eyes darted around a few times, its nose twitched a few times, and suddenly it squeaked excitedly twice before plunging its head into the soil.

Li Changsheng took a picture of a teleportation talisman and followed closely behind.

Hundreds of feet underground, a tree, entirely black with leaves as dark as ink, grows quietly.

The trunk is entwined with dense roots, the crown is like an umbrella, and the leaves have faint black veins flowing across them. On the treetop hang several fruits the size of pigeon eggs, completely black, with a faint, eerie sheen on their surfaces.

Yinwu fruit.

Li Changsheng was overjoyed—this was an excellent aid for cultivating the "Refining God Technique".

"Gurgle..."

A loud, unpleasant cry rang out.

Take a closer look.

Dozens of jet-black crows, their feathers as black as ink, perched on the branches, their eyes a strange blood red. Sensing the presence of a living soul, they all turned their heads, their blood-red eyes fixed on Li Changsheng.