Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the peaceful and serene atmosphere.

I started walking along a winding path. Wildflowers grew on both sides of the path, colorful and exuding a faint fragrance.

He couldn't help but squat down and gently stroke the wildflowers, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

Continuing on, Nangong Yehua arrived at a vast grassland.

The grassland is lush and green, stretching as far as the eye can see. Several cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the grass, and a few yurts dot the landscape in the distance, adding a touch of vitality to the grassland.

Standing on the grassland, feeling the gentle breeze on my face, a surge of heroic ambition welled up in my heart.

Nangong Yehua strolled across the grassland, initially captivated by the beautiful scenery before him. However, as time passed, he began to sense something unusual.

The grassland seemed to have no end; no matter which direction he went, the surrounding scenery remained strikingly similar.

He stopped and looked around, trying to find some clues to break this bizarre cycle.

However, every tree, every flower, and even every blade of grass on the grassland seemed to replicate the previous scene, as if controlled by some mysterious force.

Nangong Yehua frowned, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

Close your eyes and begin to feel the atmosphere around you, trying to find a trace of unusual fluctuation.

However, his senses seemed to have lost their function on this grassland, and everything around him became blurry and elusive.

He opened his eyes again, deciding to try a different approach. He started running quickly across the grassland, attempting to break the cycle through speed.

However, no matter how fast he ran, the scenery around him remained unchanged, as if he were just standing still.

Chapter 162 Illusory Dream - Farewell to the Gods!

On the grassland, Nangong Yehua sat on a huge rock, pondering possible solutions.

He recalled his previous duel with the man in black and the large teleportation array given to him by the system.

Perhaps the cycle of this grassland is related to some kind of magic or formation, and he needs to find a way to break it.

Suddenly, a mechanical and cold voice rang in Nangong Yehua's mind:

"Host detected to have entered an illusion. Should it be dispelled?"

The voice came from his system, a mysterious entity that had been with him ever since he transmigrated to this world.

Nangong Yehua was startled. He immediately realized that this grassland was not an ordinary natural environment, but a carefully arranged illusion.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons, realizing that if he continued into the illusion, he might encounter more unknown dangers and challenges.

However, breaking free from the illusion also means he will lose an opportunity to learn the secrets behind this area.

"Dispel the illusion."

Nangong Yehua finally made his decision, his voice firm and decisive.

As he finished speaking, the system issued another notification:

"Illusion is being dispelled. Please remain vigilant, host."

When the illusion dissipated, the scene before Nangong Yehua gradually became clear, and he found himself still in that mysterious cave.

The surrounding stone walls are inlaid with glittering gems.

Nangong Yehua recalled everything she had just experienced: the vibrant grassland, the babbling brook, the birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

And that inescapable cycle was actually an illusion created by the powerful skill of the leader of the men in black – "Illusory Dream God".

Nangong Yehua had only ever heard of this skill in legends; she never imagined it actually existed in reality.

He felt a wave of fear, and was also shocked by the strength of the man in black.

This skill can not only create such a realistic illusion, but also make people lose their way in it.

He was completely engrossed. If the system hadn't given him a timely warning, he probably would still be lost in that beautiful illusion.

Nangong Yehua composed himself, knowing he couldn't stay here any longer.

Moreover, the treasure that was frozen has also disappeared. Leaving it like this might put the strength of others in great danger as well.

Since the leader of the men in black is able to unleash such powerful skills, his strength must be unfathomable.

Nangong Yehua looked around, searching for an exit from the cave.

However, apart from the glittering gems and the unknown treasures deep within, there seemed to be no other obvious exit from the cave.

Asking for flowers

"The exit we came from is gone?" Nangong Yehua asked, puzzled.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and immediately had an idea.

He quickly took out the scroll that was flashing with complex runes from his storage space; it was a large teleportation array given to him by the system.

He unfurled the scroll, and the familiar runes lit up once more, emitting a soft glow.

...

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, concentrated all his spiritual power in his palm, and then slowly poured it into the scroll.

As spiritual energy was infused, the runes on the scroll became increasingly brilliant, and the light gradually converged into a huge array of light.

At the center of the light array, a vortex-like portal slowly opened, as if leading to another world.

Without hesitation, Nangong Yehua stepped inside, only to feel a powerful spatial force instantly enveloping him.

Under the influence of spatial forces, Nangong Yehua's body rapidly traversed the void.

He closed his eyes, sensing the distortion and changes in the surrounding space. After a moment, he felt his feet firmly planted on solid ground, and a breath of fresh air rushed towards him.

Nangong Yehua opened her eyes and found that she had been successfully teleported outside the cave.

Chapter 163 Returning to Guli Town

Nangong Yehua stood on the open ground outside the cave, looking around. A dense forest stretched to the horizon.

The sunlight shines on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow.

He took a deep breath and felt the faint scent of grass and trees in the air, which was completely different from the oppressive and dull atmosphere inside the cave.

He secretly rejoiced, thankful for the large teleportation array given by the system; otherwise, he might still be wandering in that illusion filled with the danger of "030".

At the same time, he was even more wary of the man in black's strength. Skills like the Illusionary Dream Goddess were enough to put countless cultivators in dire straits.

Nangong Yehua knew that his current strength was still shallow, and he had to be more careful when facing a powerful figure like the man in black.

He decided to leave this area first and find a safe place to cultivate and improve his strength.

He took out a map, which he had prepared before entering the cave.

The map marks the surrounding terrain and potentially dangerous areas.

After careful consideration, Nangong Yehua chose a relatively safe direction and embarked on his journey.

Throughout the journey, Nangong Yehua remained vigilant and dared not be careless in the slightest.

He used his wisdom and courage to successfully avoid several dangerous situations.

In the end, Nangong Yehua successfully left this dangerous area and arrived in a safe and prosperous city. She rested for the night.

Nothing in the night

The next day, as dawn broke.

This time, Nangong Yehua didn't plan to use the teleportation array; she wanted to personally experience a world she hadn't experienced in her previous life.

Standing on the edge of the newly arrived prosperous city, Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and peace that was so different from the dangerous cave he had been in before.

He gently smoothed the creases on the map in his hand, his gaze sweeping over it before finally settling on a point in the south.

That place was his hometown in his previous life, the place he had always longed for in his heart.

He checked his bearings, then turned and headed south, walking with firm steps. Each step was so solid, as if declaring to the world his determination to return home.

Sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow that accompanied his lonely yet resolute figure as he walked further and further away.

The scenery along the way flashed by in Nangong Yehua's eyes, but he did not linger for long.

His heart was set on that direction, on that home. Although the journey was long and full of unknowns, he felt no hesitation or fear.

Because he knew that it was the root of his past life and the soul of his present life.

As time went by, Nangong Yehua gradually approached his destination.

He saw familiar mountains and rivers, heard the local dialect, and felt that long-lost sense of intimacy and warmth.

His heart raced, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Finally, at dusk one day, Nangong Yehua stood on the edge of the small town where he had lived in his previous life, feeling both excited and apprehensive.

The town before him was vastly different from what he remembered; it had undergone tremendous changes.

The passage of thousands of years seems to have rewritten the history of this small town.

4 He gazed at this unfamiliar land, trying to find familiar traces in his memory.

The ancient road has long been replaced by a wide stone-paved road, and the houses on both sides have been replaced by modern buildings that soar into the clouds, their stone walls gleaming in the sunlight.

The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians, all dressed in fashionable clothes, their faces radiating the hustle and bustle and vitality of a modern city.

Chapter 164 Lingxi Town a Thousand Years Later

A faint sense of loss welled up in Nangong Yehua's heart.

He understood that time is merciless; it will not stop for anyone or anything.

His memories of his past life—those familiar streets, ancient buildings, and kind faces—have all been submerged by the torrent of time.

However, Nangong Yehua was not discouraged by this.

He knew that even though the town had changed, the feelings and sense of belonging to his hometown would never disappear.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt the unique atmosphere emanating from this land.

He decided to explore this new town and experience its modern atmosphere and unique charm.

He walked along the stone-paved road, weaving through the bustling streets, observing everything around him.

He discovered that although the town's appearance had changed, the people's smiles and enthusiasm remained the same.

They chatted amongst themselves, their laughter and conversation creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Nangong Yehua felt her emotions gradually calming down.

He understood that even though time had changed the face of the town, the feelings and sense of belonging to his hometown remained deeply rooted in his heart.

Following the directions he remembered, Nangong Yehua traversed bustling streets and bypassed modern buildings, finally arriving at the area he remembered.

His heart raced, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation and nervousness, for he was about to face his home from his past life—the little house he could never forget in his heart.

As he approached, the sight before him made him almost unable to believe his eyes.

Despite the dramatic changes in the surrounding buildings and environment, the little house seemed to still stand there, quietly waiting for his return.

It retains an ancient charm, simple yet elegant, forming a striking contrast with the surrounding modern buildings.

Nangong Yehua approached the small house, gently stroking the rough walls, feeling the marks left by time.

He could almost hear the laughter and joy of his family from his past life, and feel that warmth and affection.

His eyes welled up with tears, and his heart was filled with indescribable excitement and emotion.

He pushed open the old wooden door and went inside.

The furnishings inside remained exactly as he remembered them, as if time had stood still.

He stroked the familiar furniture and decorations, his heart filled with deep nostalgia and emotion.

Nangong Yehua sat on the wooden chair he had sat on countless times and closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath of that familiar and comforting air, feeling the warmth and peace of home.

He knew that no matter where he went, this little house would always be his home, his refuge.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua felt an unprecedented peace and satisfaction in her heart.

He understood that no matter how time passed or how the world changed, the feeling of home and belonging would never change.

As Nangong Yehua was immersed in the warmth and nostalgia of home, a mechanical yet clear voice suddenly rang out within him:

"Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement of 'seeing an object and thinking of a person,' you are rewarded with 10,000 cultivation points and spiritual energy."