Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

The red dragon burst out of the Toad Temple.

In the forefront, the golden toad, enthroned in the main hall, had already closed its eyes, motionless, as if it had attained enlightenment.

Xia Donghua glanced at the red dragon in the night sky, then at the golden toad statue before him, and shouted, "Don't be fooled by this guy! As long as we kill him, all his treasures will be ours! He's just trying to make us kill each other!"

With that, Xia Donghua drew his long sword and leaped into the air, the sword crashing down like the Milky Way falling on the moon.

"Clang!"

The sound of Xuan Iron colliding with stone echoed throughout the main hall.

A ripple spread from the point where the sword blade struck the stone statue, and the spiritual force slammed into Xia Donghua's chest, sending him flying to the ground.

Just as Xia Donghua picked himself up, trying to rally the others to attack together, a cultivator had already soared into the sky, seizing the demon core.

The demon core was grasped in the cultivator's hand, and red bloody mist instantly enveloped him.

Visible to the naked eye, the myriad spiritual forces of Baiwa City converged on this cultivator, and the heavenly Dao and luck of Baiwa City ceaselessly poured into his body.

All sorts of strange phenomena left no doubt that this person was gradually becoming the master of this realm!

Just then, another cultivator appeared from nowhere, stabbing the first one in the heart from behind with a sword.

The first cultivator turned his head in astonishment, only to be met with a palm strike.

A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, and the demon core was seized by another cultivator.

Like the previous cultivator who obtained the demon core, spiritual force and the heavenly Dao luck of Baiwa City gradually converged on him.

This cultivator turned and ran.

He could kill others to seize treasures, but others could also kill him.

He felt himself becoming the master of this realm, but he needed to wait at least until dawn, until the new day began, when the sunlight shone upon him.

If he could only stall until dawn, after becoming the master of this world, the life and death of these people would be in his hands!

But how could the others let this cultivator escape?

Everyone pounced on this cultivator like madmen.

The cultivator kept dodging the pursuit, but he was met with magical artifacts smashing down on him.

"Don't kill me! When I become the master of this world! I can take you out!"

Before even half an hour had passed, this cultivator fell to the ground, covered in blood, begging for mercy, but waiting for him was only a long sword slicing through his throat.

After this cultivator died, the surface of the demon core began to gradually peel away, flying into the air once more.

By this time, most people had already seen clearly that this was not a demon core at all, but a gem covered in inscriptions.

This completely put everyone at ease.

After all, how could a demon core be regarded as a treasure? Not to mention, "Mastering a demon core will make you the master of the world"—that was just too absurd.

So, in everyone's heart, they suspected that this was not a demon core at all.

Now it seemed that their guess was indeed correct.

If there were no surprises, this gem was the key to this realm.

For the next half hour, the gem changed hands repeatedly, and whenever someone obtained the gem, they would be pursued by everyone else.

Later on, some people dared not chase after the gem anymore.

Even if they obtained it, they wouldn't have the ability to hold onto it; only death awaited them.

Rather than that, it was better to let others fight for it.

Anyway, they just needed to obtain it before dawn.

Once they were exhausted, they could swoop in and reap the benefits.

But the others were not fools either; they were also waiting.

So, many people stared at each other, no one making a rash move.

But looking at the glowing gem in the night sky, everyone's eyes were filled with fervor.

This was the key to a small world!

In this world, how many people could possess a small world?

Once you possessed a small world, if you refined it, everything in that place would belong to you.

Whether it was natural treasures or the demons inside, they would all serve you. You would be the Dao Lord of this small world, and this small world would be your Dao arena!

A small world was enough to move even Immortal Realm cultivators, let alone these Middle Fifth Realm cultivators.

Finally, someone couldn't help but make a move, trying to take the gem.

People die for wealth, and birds die for food.

As cultivators, they couldn't bear to watch this opportunity slip away from under their noses, otherwise, they felt they would definitely regret it for the rest of their lives.

And when a cultivator made a move, the others, who were already not very patient, naturally couldn't stand it anymore, and they all rushed forward to snatch it, the scene becoming chaotic once more.

The slaughter in Baiwa City continued, and every person who died would turn into a ball of light and dissipate,融入 into this secret realm.

It seemed that all the dead cultivators had turned into nourishment for Baiwa City.

The spiritual force in Baiwa City became even more concentrated.

As more and more people died, the remaining people fought even more frantically for the gem.

Some cultivators noticed that their minds seemed to be affected.

The gem was like a peerless beauty who had just emerged from a bath, standing in front of them, their mouths were dry, and they only wanted to pounce on her, even if it was just to smell her, to take a bite, they would be willing to die.

Xia Donghua also knew that his will was being affected, but he couldn't restrain his desires and eventually went forward to grab it as well.

"Roar!"

The red dragon suddenly roared, blasting away some of the cultivators who rushed up.

The red dragon stared in one direction, motionless.

The next moment, the red dragon rushed towards that direction at an extremely fast speed.

All the cultivators' hearts skipped a beat, worried that the red dragon would run away, and hurriedly chased after it.

But this red dragon's speed was too fast.

Far behind, they saw that on the mountain that the red dragon had rushed towards, there was a blood-red magic circle.

A woman stood in the center of the magic circle.

"Roar!"

The red dragon became even more violent, pouncing towards the woman.

But a man in a green robe stood in the sky in front of the woman, facing the red dragon, he did not retreat in the slightest.

Everyone was not surprised that this man would disappear under the impact of the red dragon.

The man struck a boxing stance, and the true Qi of a martial artist constantly revolved and coiled around his body.

The rich blood and strong true Qi of a martial artist made everyone feel frightened.

This man actually gave people a sense of coercion like a ferocious beast.

The man delivered a punch, and the red dragon instantly swallowed the man.