Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

The moment the tunnel collapsed, Lin Feng reacted faster than anyone else.

He immediately summoned the Xuan Turtle Shield, its black surface unfolding before him to form a barrier three feet in diameter. At the same time, he activated the Golden Light Shield, a thin film of pale golden spiritual energy covering his entire body.

Two layers of defense completely protected the body.

The rumbling sound lasted for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and then gradually subsided.

Silence returned to the underground.

Lin Feng used his magic to dispel the dust from his body and then released the puppet from his storage bag.

Ten wolf-shaped puppets and five leopard-shaped puppets were neatly arranged in front of him.

With a thought from Lin Feng, the fifteen puppets moved simultaneously, digging in different directions.

The rubble was shoveled away like dirt by the golem's claws, piling up behind them with a clatter. The space in the mine tunnel gradually expanded, the rubble was cleared to one side, revealing the hard rock layer beneath.

The puppets were extremely efficient, digging several tunnels leading in different directions in less than half an hour.

Lin Feng stood at the crossroads, his divine sense extending along each passage to perceive the terrain ahead.

After digging for about two hours, the wolf-shaped puppet being dug towards the southwest suddenly stopped.

Lin Feng's divine sense followed the direction of the puppet and found a hole in front of him.

found it.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He quickened his pace, passed through the narrow passage dug by the puppet, and entered that space.

It was indeed a cave.

The space was much larger than he had expected, spanning several tens of feet in diameter. Stalactites of various sizes hung from the ceiling, jagged and uneven, like inverted swords.

The ground is rugged and uneven, covered with stalagmites and stalactites of various shapes.

The air was filled with damp moisture and a faint spiritual aura.

"The ancient teleportation array should be nearby." Lin Feng suppressed his excitement, put on the Spirit Concealment Veil, concealed his aura, and carefully made his way into the depths of the cave, clinging to the cave wall.

Deep inside the cave, there is a narrow passage that connects to another, larger space.

Lin Feng clung to the wall, slowly crawling through the passage like a gecko, until he reached the second cave.

This cave is larger than the first one, measuring a hundred feet in diameter. The stalactites on the cave ceiling are even more dense, resembling an inverted stone forest.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the cave, he heard human voices.

He immediately stopped, pressed himself against the rock wall, and suppressed his breathing to the extreme.

Not far ahead, several figures were gathered together, talking in hushed tones.

Xuan Le, Lü Tianmeng, Han Li, and several other disciples at the Qi Refining stage. Their robes were covered in dust and rubble, and their faces showed the relief of surviving a disaster. They had clearly just escaped from the collapsed mine tunnel and had just met up.

Xuan Le and her group then headed deeper into the cave. Lin Feng, draped in a concealing veil, followed at a distance of several hundred feet, clinging to the cave wall to avoid being discovered.

After passing through several small caves, a larger space appeared ahead.

The moment everyone stepped into the cave, a strong smell of blood hit them.

The sight inside the cave brought everyone to a halt.

In the center of the cave, a giant spider is devouring a corpse.

The spider was entirely white, without a single blemish.

Its eight legs were long and thin like spears, each as thick as an adult's arm, with barbs at the joints, sharp as knives. Its eight eyes gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the darkness, cold and merciless, devoid of any warmth.

Level 4 monster.

It is equivalent to the strength of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"What is this?" a Qi Refining stage disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect asked dryly, his voice echoing in the empty cave, as if he were asking someone else, or as if he were talking to himself.

These words seemed to be a spell that awakened the white jade spider.

The spider stopped eating, its eight legs slightly bent, and its body slowly rose. It turned its head, its eight cold eyes staring at the people who had entered the cave, as if sizing up prey.

One of the Hidden Moon Sect disciples couldn't withstand the oppressive feeling; his face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak. He subconsciously raised his hand, and a fiery red dart flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a streak of light as it shot towards the spider's face.

"No—" Before Xuan Le could finish speaking, the dart had already hit the spider.

"bite--"

The dart struck the spider's head, sending sparks flying, before bouncing away. Not a single scratch was left on the spider's head.

A high-grade magic weapon cannot break through its defenses at all.

The spider was also enraged by this attack.

Its body sprang up suddenly, all eight legs exerting force at the same time, rushing towards the crowd like a white lightning bolt, with astonishing speed.

Everyone unleashed their magical artifacts, and various colored lights intertwined in the cave, like a dazzling fireworks display.

But all the attacks felt like tickling a spider.

A high-grade magic weapon, when struck, couldn't even leave a mark on the spider; instead, it shattered into pieces upon contact with the spider's legs. A top-tier magic weapon could leave a trace, but it was merely a mark, unable to cause any substantial damage.

The spider's eight legs lashed through the air like eight spears, each thrust piercing through a cultivator. Blood splattered, screams echoed, and the cultivator's body was tossed about like a rag doll.

"Retreat quickly!" Xuan Le shouted hoarsely.

The group turned and ran back to the hole they had come from, but the spider was faster than them.

It opened its mouth, and a white spider web shot out, instantly sealing the cave entrance like a giant net. The spider silk was as white as snow, fine and tough; even a high-grade magical weapon could not leave a mark when it struck it.

Their escape route was blocked.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale.

The spider turned around, its eight cold eyes scanning its prey trapped in the cave, and approached step by step.

The massacre continues.

One by one, the cultivators fell. Some had their chests pierced by spider legs, some were strangled in two by spider silk, and some were bitten by the spider's fangs, their bodies turning black, twitching a few times before going still.

Blood flowed on the cave floor, forming a dark red stream.

Lin Feng hid in a recess in the cave wall and watched all of this.

The Spirit Veil enveloped his entire body, concealing his aura to the extreme. The spider's attention was entirely focused on the cultivators in the arena, completely unaware of the hidden figure in the corner.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the battlefield and landed deep within the cave.

There was a stone platform there, and a skeleton was sitting cross-legged on it.

The skeleton wore a tattered Taoist robe, its surface interwoven with five colors: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, faintly glowing in the darkness. In its hands, the skeleton held a token, its surface a deep blue, with ancient patterns that emitted a soft, spiritual light.

The Heaven-Mending Pill and the Great Shifting Order.

Beside the skeleton was a stone teleportation array. The array platform was hexagonal and about two zhang in diameter, with its edges covered with densely packed runes.

Ancient long-distance teleportation array.

Lin Feng's heart suddenly raced.

This is what he had been searching for for over a month, and he finally found it.