Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

This speed is exactly twice that of the Palm Heaven Bottle, which can be considered a significant upgrade.

What surprised him even more was...

After the Mirror of Illusion merges with the power of time, it is able to emit light containing the power of time.

Those exposed to the light will experience a dramatic acceleration in their aging process, making it a vicious yet effective killing move.

"Haha, great!"

"What a wonderful fruit of time!"

Linghu Qing was overjoyed. With the evolved Void Mirror, he had another trump card.

This weapon is perfect for a cunning old fox like me.

A true sly person never denies that they are a sly person.

Even if you tell me, you can't prevent it.

Just then, the cyan token at his waist trembled slightly, and a message entered his consciousness.

All the Core Formation cultivators from each peak, including those with potential Core Formation, have gathered in the main hall of Lingxi Valley.

"Time is up."

Linghu Qing composed himself, took one last look at Han Li below who was still struggling with his thoughts, and with a swift movement, transformed into a streak of green and vanished instantly from the sky above the herb garden.

Han Li snapped out of his daze, suppressed his disappointment, gritted his teeth, and looked up at his martial uncle with determination.

"Uncle-Master, is there any other way to obtain seedlings?"

"There is a way, but it's too dangerous," said Uncle-Master Medicine Garden casually.

"What method?"

A glint of light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he quickly pressed for an answer.

"The Crimson Forbidden Land, six months later."

The herbalist uncle whispered, "The main ingredients for Foundation Establishment Pills can be found in the Crimson Forbidden Land, but it is extremely dangerous there, with rampant demonic beasts. If you go there with your cultivation level, you will die."

Upon hearing this, Han Li stiffened, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Just focus on your work in the herb garden, kid. Foundation Establishment isn't something you can dream of."

"The Crimson Forbidden Land is a place where nine out of ten people die; countless disciples have entered and never returned."

The martial uncle patted Han Li on the shoulder and said in a persuasive tone.

He didn't want Han Li to leave.

on the one hand.

Han Li did indeed have some talent in cultivating spiritual herbs, and on the other hand, he really couldn't bear to see him go to his death.

Han Li stood there, his brows furrowed, his mind in turmoil.

On one side lies the unattainable hope of Foundation Establishment, and on the other is a perilous land where one is almost certain to die.

Going there might mean losing your life; not going there means you'll be stuck in the Qi Refining stage forever, unable to build a foundation, and eventually turn into a handful of dust.

Should we participate in the Crimson Forbidden Zone?

Han Li walked out of the room with his head down, his face full of struggle.

His uncle's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the hope in his heart, but his obsession with Foundation Establishment never died out.

He slowly stopped, looked up at the distant mountain peaks, and the disappointment in his eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

"No, I can't give up."

"Even the Crimson Forbidden Zone is more dangerous than being trapped in the Qi Refining stage for life!"

"The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens. If one dares not even venture into this small danger, how can one speak of achieving immortality?"

Han Li clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, silently cheering himself on.

He would never give up cultivating immortality!

Having made up his mind, he began to silently plan.

The Crimson Forbidden Land is extremely dangerous. With his current cultivation level, going there rashly would be tantamount to suicide.

We must enhance our combat capabilities as soon as possible.

He recalled the several thousand-year-old medicinal herbs he had cultivated in the herb garden over the years.

Now, it's time to sell them and exchange them for some magical artifacts and elixirs to prepare for the journey to the Crimson Forbidden Land.

Han Li took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, turned around and walked towards his cave, his steps firm, without the slightest hesitation.

The main hall of Lingxi Valley.

Carved beams and painted rafters, magnificent in scale.

A series of dragon-carved pillars support the towering roof, their surfaces covered with ancient runes.

The entire hall appeared even more solemn and dignified.

now.

A large number of people had already gathered inside the hall.

Six Core Formation cultivators dressed in yellow Taoist robes stood in twos and threes to one side, talking to each other in hushed tones, their expressions full of doubt and trepidation.

They are the backbone of Huangfeng Valley, and usually they focus on cultivation. Unless there is a major change in the sect, they are rarely summoned to the Lingxi Valley Hall by the patriarch at the same time.

"Why has our ancestor suddenly summoned us today?"

A gaunt old man asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with barely perceptible tension, "I've been in seclusion these past few days honing my cultivation and haven't left the peak. Could it be that something major has happened to the sect?"

"I don't know."

Li Huayuan replied, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Our ancestor rarely concern himself with the sect's trivial matters, but today he has summoned us here in such a grand manner, even bringing along those who have formed their core. This must be a significant matter."

Everyone's eyes turned to the corner of the hall.

There stood four young cultivators, each with an upright posture, a calm aura, and condensed spiritual energy around them.

Although they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, they were several times stronger than ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples.

They are standing together right now.

I dare not speak loudly.

They are the key Core Formation seeds cultivated by Huangfeng Valley, and the future hope of the sect.

Lei Wanhe stood at the front of the crowd.

With his large, protruding belly, he possessed an air of authority.

A corner of the main hall.

The four Core Formation cultivators stood at the corner of the hall, exuding confidence, yet unable to conceal their nervousness.

They were all outstanding members of their sects and were highly regarded, yet they rarely had the opportunity to see this Nascent Soul Ancestor who lived deep within the Spirit Valley.

Just as everyone was discussing and having different thoughts.

A green figure appeared silently behind the jade table, without making a sound, as if it had always been standing there.

As this figure appeared, an invisible pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator instantly filled the entire hall, the pressure heavy and overwhelming.

Without any deliberate release, the power made all the cultivators in the hall feel suffocated, and the whispers that had been going on instantly stopped.

"Greetings, Venerable Elder Uncle!"

The six Core Formation cultivators tensed up, quickly composed themselves, and turned to bow respectfully to the figure behind the jade table.

"This disciple greets the Ancestor!"

The four Core Formation seedlings dared not slack off in the slightest and quickly followed with their hands clasped together.

But when everyone looked up...

Senseless.

Where was the originally old and ugly ancestor? There was only a young and handsome man in his twenties.

Who is this person?

How could a strange Nascent Soul appear in Yellow Maple Valley?

Could it be that the ancestor...

Inside the entire hall, only the slightly rapid breathing of the crowd could be heard, their bodies on high alert.

Everyone had prepared for the worst.

Then a familiar, surprised female voice rang out.

"Ancestor!"

"You've become so young!"

Hong Fu, dressed in a red Taoist robe, covered her mouth in time, but could not hide her surprise.

"Ancestor?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked.

At this moment, Linghu Qing was young and handsome, with a calm and dignified air between his brows. His spiritual energy was restrained, seemingly calm and even, but it exuded an unfathomable aura.