Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

The force was astonishing, completely unlike the power that a slender little hand could unleash; his body was abruptly pulled to the spot.

I almost fell backward.

Looking back.

Lin Yanluo was looking up at him, but her usually mischievous smile was now completely devoid of any playful expression.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were pressed into a thin line, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping his wrist were slightly white from the force.

"I'll repeat what you just said to them, you little bastards, don't die."

Her voice was soft, lacking her usual loud and arrogant tone, yet every word struck him heavily.

She paused for a moment, a hint of worry that she herself didn't even realize flashed across her bright eyes.

"I have a bad feeling, a very bad feeling. Something's wrong with this secret realm. It started when the light barrier shattered and the fluctuations became suspicious."

"The spatial restrictions of the first-generation secret realm shouldn't have shattered so quickly. It's as if someone pushed it from inside. This secret realm won't be very peaceful."

Looking at her unusually serious expression, Mu Tianmiao felt a sudden warmth in his heart.

This little dwarf, who usually just rides on his shoulders and yells "small fish," actually worries about him. He smiled at her.

He reached out and gently patted her head, his tone as relaxed as if he were saying, "Don't worry."

Of course he was relieved.

The "Live Towards Death" mod is not just for show. If you die, you die, but you are resurrected on the spot after losing half a level of cultivation, and your six-dimensional defense is permanently increased.

In the entire Eight Desolations World, when it comes to the ability to save one's life, if he claims to be second, probably no Golden Core cultivator would dare to claim to be first.

However, he couldn't tell Lin Yanluo this. The system was his biggest secret, and even his master didn't know about it.

He withdrew his hand, turned around, stepped onto his flying sword, and followed the Immortal Shadow Sect's group towards the entrance of the secret realm.

Lin Yanluo and Chen Zisu stood together, their expressions unreadable...

Upon entering the secret realm, one is greeted by a massive man-made cave with a dome hundreds of feet high, draped with countless glowing vines that illuminate the entire space as if it were daytime.

The cave walls were covered with dense wild vegetation, some of which had leaves as large as small boats.

Some flowers emitted a faint glow, and the air was filled with a rich blend of spiritual energy and the smell of decaying leaves.

The soil underfoot was soft and damp, feeling like stepping on thick moss.

Occasionally, a few exceptionally beautiful medicinal herbs can be seen taking root in the crevices of the rocks, immediately sparking a frenzy of competition.

A wider world can be vaguely seen deep inside the cave, but the entrance area already harbors hidden dangers.

Several Venus flytraps, each as tall as a person, lay hidden in the shadows, their huge leaves edged with sharp, white barbs.

The remains of some kind of large monster were still visible in the center of the leaf. This thing obviously didn't grow this big by eating insects.

Not far away, a vine as thick as a water bucket hung silently from the top of the cave.

It grabbed a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator who was flying too low, wrapped him around the waist, dragged him into the shadows, and the scream was gone in an instant.

Mu Tianmiao withdrew her gaze and cursed inwardly.

Even those at the Foundation Establishment stage dare to venture into the first-generation secret realm; they truly value opportunity over life.

He turned around and looked at the dozen or so female disciples of the Immortal Shadow Sect behind him.

They have spontaneously formed several small teams, despite his earlier instructions.

But standing at the entrance to the secret realm, each person had both excitement and nervousness in their eyes, clutching their magical artifacts and eager to try them out.

Mu Tianmiao walked up to them, her tone even more serious than it had been on the flying boat.

"I need to go to the core area to fight for important supplies, so I can't take you with me."

"You'd better stick together and not split up."

"Gather the spiritual plants and seeds on the outskirts, but don't go too deep, and don't act alone. You've seen what's in this cave; it's no joke."

The female disciples looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Understood, Senior Brother~"

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother~"

A few bolder individuals waved to him, reassuring him to go ahead without worry.

Mu Tianmiao took out a half-face mask from her storage ring and put it on her face, covering most of her face except for her eyes and chin.

He nodded to them, and a light shone beneath his feet. He transformed into a golden rainbow and shot into the depths of the cave.

Deep within the cave, screams of agony rose and fell.

Those seemingly dazzling, glowing plants all seemed to have taken a bite of meat.

Just as a rogue cultivator reached out to pluck a spiritual herb that glowed with purple light, the moss beneath his feet suddenly swirled up and swallowed him whole.

Another cultivator flew too low on his sword and was attacked simultaneously by three Venus flytraps, breaking him and his sword into several pieces.

The stench of blood permeated the damp air, but was quickly absorbed by the strange vines on the cave walls, leaving not even a trace of bone.

However, the surrounding cultivators simply avoided those dangerous areas with expressionless faces and continued to fly deeper into the area, with no one giving a second glance to the dead rogue cultivators.

In the Eight Desolations World, opportunities are always exchanged for life, and those who are not vigilant enough die the fastest.

This is a rule that even those in the Qi Refining stage understand; no one will waste time showing pity.

Countless caves crisscross, like an anthill magnified a thousand times, with each passage leading in a different direction.

The monks were scattered among these forks in the road, some traveling in groups of three or five, while others walked alone and cautiously.

As Mu Tianmiao flew deeper into the area, she felt increasingly uneasy.

There were no signs of artificial excavation on the cave walls, and the glowing vines and moss were completely wild. The flow of spiritual energy throughout the cave was too primitive and wild, with no signs of any array guiding it.

This sense of isolation is definitely not the cave dwelling of a certain cultivator or powerful being. Rather, it is more like the original landscape naturally formed by heaven and earth, not carved out later, but created innately.

He suppressed his doubts and sped up a third. Just as he passed a fork in the road, he caught a glimpse of a yellowish-brown light shooting out of a side passage. It wasn't fast, but it made quite a commotion.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bald monk holding a wooden stick.

The monk looked to be in his early twenties, with a round face and big ears, and his gray robe had faded from washing.

He was standing on a ball of earthy yellow spiritual energy.

A shrunken storage bag hung from the other end of the stick, swaying precariously, as if it had just fled from some dilapidated temple.

The monk had obviously noticed Mu Tianmiao as well. His eyes lit up, and he used his spiritual energy to dash over, grinning and revealing a set of white teeth.

"Hey, buddy, you're here for the Millennium Cicada too?"

As he flew, he casually reached out his hand, the wooden stick almost poking Mu Tianmiao's shoulder.

"My Buddhist name is Yuantong, and I am from Nanshan Temple. I am new here and unfamiliar with the place. May I ask your honorable surname, benefactor?"

Chapter Forty-Six: The Bizarre and Terrifying Cave

Mu Tianmiao nearly tripped off the sword light. Yuantong?

The name was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, impossible to spit out or swallow, and a whole string of names of courier companies from his previous life instantly popped into his mind.

ZTO Express, STO Express, China Post, J&T Express, JD.com.

He resisted the urge to ask, "Does your Nanshan Temple have a fellow disciple named Shunfeng...?"

I forcefully suppressed the urge to complain.

He steadied his sword and looked Yuan Tong up and down.

At the early stage of the Golden Core realm, his cultivation level wasn't high, but the spiritual energy fluctuations around him were extremely profound and solid.

It is completely different from those fancy golden elixir pills that are just made up of pills.

Although his gray monk's robe had faded from washing, the muscles on his forearms, exposed when the sleeves were rolled up, were as solid as if they were cast in bronze or iron.

The knuckles of the fingers gripping the wooden stick were large, and the fingertips were covered with calluses.

This monk is a pure physical cultivator focused on strength.

Those body cultivators who can cultivate to the Golden Core stage through physical strength are all people with unwavering willpower.

This path is much harder than the path of reform; every inch of your body is forged in blood and sweat.

Yuantong noticed that he was being sized up, but he didn't mind and chuckled as he moved even closer.

“Don’t just look at me, benefactor. You haven’t told me your name yet.”

"This humble monk is new to this place. This cave is winding and circuitous. Following you will surely be the right way."

"Don't worry, this humble monk won't hold you back. If we encounter any big bugs or monsters, this humble monk will take them all down with one blow and clear the way for you!"

After saying that, he waved the wooden stick in his hand, and the storage bag on the stick swayed twice.

As Mu Tianmiao flew, she glanced at him, finally unable to suppress her inner complaints.

"You monk, shouldn't a monk be compassionate and refrain from killing?"

"These flowers and plants have grown for so many years, it's not easy for them. You just come up here and wipe them out with one blow. Doesn't Buddha have any objections?"

Upon hearing this, Yuantong showed no shame whatsoever; instead, he burst into laughter, the sound echoing several times through the cave passage.

He tapped his shoulder with a stick and said confidently.

“Aren’t you being old-fashioned, benefactor? I am a monk, but I don’t believe in Buddhism.”

Mu Tianmiao's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, and even the sword light flickered twice. He almost thought he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Yuantong became even more excited. He stepped on the yellowish-brown escape light and approached him, counting on his fingers to calculate the accounts for him.

"Think about it, benefactor. If you could become a Buddha by eating less meat, then Buddha would be worthless, wouldn't he?"

"There are so many vegetarians and Buddhists in the world, but I haven't seen many of them actually ascend to heaven."

"In my actions, I only seek to have a clear conscience, to punish evil and promote good, to kill those who deserve to die, and to eat and drink as I please."

"What's wrong with that? Buddhism is about understanding one's true nature, not about dietary restrictions."

Have you ever seen a Buddhist scripture that says you can become a Buddha by not eating meat?

He became more and more animated as he spoke, gesturing with the wooden stick in the air before finally hoisting it onto his shoulder and summarizing with a grin.

"Besides, these Venus flytraps didn't chant any Buddhist prayers when they ate people. This humble monk is performing a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife. Good, good."

Mu Tianmiao shook his head, and the light beneath his feet suddenly accelerated, flashing like a golden rainbow in the cave.

In the blink of an eye, Yuantong's loud shouts were left far behind.

The monk was still shouting at the top of his lungs from behind, "Please wait for this humble monk, benefactor."

Unfortunately, the flying speed of the wooden stick beneath his feet was truly pathetic; after chasing for only a few breaths, he couldn't even see Mu Tianmiao's shadow anymore.

After navigating countless crisscrossing intersections, Mu Tianmiao finally emerged from a narrow passage, revealing a bright and open view before her.

He abruptly stopped the sword light, hovering in mid-air, slightly stunned by the scene before him.

Beneath my feet lay a vast underground lake, its waters crystal clear yet unfathomably deep. The lakebed was covered with luminous fluorite, reflecting light across the entire expanse.

A deep blue.

Several enormous water lilies floated on the lake, their leaves as large as houses, their edges slightly curled, rising and falling gently as if breathing.

The glowing vines hanging from the cave ceiling are reflected in the lake, as if the world has been turned upside down and the Milky Way has been overturned.

More than a dozen cultivators had arrived here before him, from various sects and independent cultivators, scattered in twos and threes along the lake shore and on the giant lotus leaves.

The monks were all looking up or down, gazing at the wondrous sights within the cave.

Some people marveled at the sight, some took out jade slips to record the terrain, and others squatted by the lake and carefully used jade bottles to collect lake water samples.

Mu Tianmiao slowly descended from mid-air, her boots landing on the soft moss on the lake shore. Her gaze did not linger on the lake water or lotus leaves, but quickly swept over the surrounding vegetation.

The plants by the lake were even wilder than those at the entrance. Several jet-black vines were slowly climbing along the cave wall, wriggling like living creatures in the cracks of the rocks.

In a clump of bushes with serrated leaves, one can vaguely see half of a monster's skeleton.

The bones were corroded and pitted. Further away, there was a crooked old tree with fist-sized burls on its trunk, which opened and closed as if breathing.

The plants here are starting to look less and less like plants.