Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Suddenly, the light from the Fantasy Sea Divine Realm disappeared and quickly flew in front of Ye Chen, like a child whose nature was released, beating happily in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes only felt blurred, as the mirror turned into a cute little creature, rolling in the air with a faint light emitting from its body.

It seemed to be showing off its unique skills to Ye Chen, sometimes flying high, sometimes sweeping low, and sometimes rolling in the air.

Its figure drew beautiful arcs in the air, like blooming flowers.

Ye Chen couldn't take his eyes off it. He had never seen such a wonderful creature. It seemed to be the most agile spirit in the world, bringing endless surprises and joy to people.

The old man was very happy when he saw this scene in front of him.

He felt the joyful mood of the Illusory Sea Divine Mirror, as if his magic weapon had found its true home.

The old man seemed to see that his legacy had been passed on, and he felt extremely happy.

He knew very well that this Illusionary Sea Mirror was an extremely precious magic weapon. Now that he could recognize Ye Chen as his master, he had found a person worthy of his trust.

The old man looked at Ye Chen's focused eyes, and couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

He knew that Ye Chen was an out-and-out genius in cultivating immortals. He believed that in the near future, Ye Chen would definitely be able to reach the pinnacle of cultivating immortals with his own efforts and this illusion of the sea.

The old man said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, now that the battlefield of gods and demons has been revealed again, and the Illusory Sea Divine Realm has found a new master, my wish has been fulfilled. The rest is for you and my descendants. It's time for me to leave."

As the old man finished speaking, the aura around him began to become illusory, as if blending into the world.

Ye Chen was shocked. He didn't expect the old man to leave.

He watched the old man's figure gradually disappear into the air, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.

He understood that the old man had completed his mission and it was time to leave and pursue his own path.

Ye Chen stood there silently. He felt the Magic Sea Mirror trembling gently in his hand, as if it was communicating something with him.

After a moment, the old man slowly disappeared with a charitable smile, leaving only a faint silhouette behind.

His words seemed to be echoing in the air, and those words were like a warm current, warming Ye Chen's heart.

Ye Chen knew that the old man's departure did not mean the end, but a new beginning.

He took a deep breath, held the Illusion Sea Divine Mirror tightly, and felt firmness and courage that he had never experienced before.

He knew that his road to immortality was still long, but he was confident that with his own efforts and this magical mirror, he would definitely shoulder the responsibility of maintaining the security of the world of immortality.

After a while, Ye Chen and others gathered their spirits and began to explore this ancient battlefield.

They walked on the desolate land and felt the chilling atmosphere left in this battlefield.

Although a long time has passed, there are still traces of countless battles between monks and powerful demons.

Between the broken walls and ruins, you can vaguely see the brutality of the fierce battle that year.

Ye Chen and the others moved forward cautiously, for fear of encountering any unknown danger.

They discovered some ancient magic weapons. Although they were dilapidated, they contained a mysterious power.

Ye Chen ordered everyone to start collecting all the training resources here.

Almost everyone has a space ring in their hand, which is a magical storage weapon that can hold endless things.

Everyone unfolded the space rings in their hands and loaded things into them.

Magical weapons, spiritual stones, elixirs, and any other imaginable cultivation resources are all in their pockets.

This ancient battlefield seems to have turned into a treasure house, and everyone can't wait to dig out the wealth within.

Ye Chen was no exception. He held a broken magic weapon in his hand and carefully felt the mysterious aura it exuded.

He knew that although these magic weapons were dilapidated, many of the materials were rare and were undoubtedly a valuable asset for monks like them.

Maybe some people will question Ye Chen's actions at this moment. He doesn't have the slightest respect for the body of his senior. It can be said that he is taking advantage of the situation.

He knew that the corpses on this ancient battlefield were countless monks and powerful demons, and their cultivation had reached an extremely high level.

For a cultivator like him, these corpses are undoubtedly a valuable asset.

He took a deep breath and swore secretly in his heart that he would take away all the cultivation resources from this ancient battlefield.

He will not forget the old man's kindness, let alone the responsibility he shoulders.

Only by standing on the shoulders of those who came before us can we better fulfill their mission.

It can also be said that only by obtaining their mantles, using these resources to strengthen oneself, and finally standing at the top of the cultivation world can one truly have the strength to protect the entire world of cultivation.

After a period of sorting, all the storage rings and weapons of all immortal cultivators were collected together, including the resources of the demon clan.

Ye Chen formed hand seals with his hands, making strange hand seals one after another, and a mysterious atmosphere filled the air.

Following his movements, the entire earth shook violently, as if responding to his power.

Suddenly, a huge deep trench opened from where everyone was standing to the center, like a wound in the earth.

The deep trench seems to lead to endless darkness, which is daunting.

Ye Chen jumped into it first, followed closely by Wang Fugui.

The two of them used the power of the earth attribute to turn into two earth-yellow streams of light, speeding through the darkness.

As they went deeper, the tremors of the earth gradually subsided, and everything around them became quiet.

After a while, Ye Chen and Wang Fugui stopped in a wide underground space.

This place seems to be a natural tomb. The surrounding rock walls are hard and smooth, and the top towers into the clouds. There is faint sunlight shining down, illuminating the entire space.

Ye Chen's heart moved and he formed seals with his hands again.

I saw light all around him, and a powerful force surged out of his body, filling the entire space instantly.

In a few days, Ye Chen and Wang Fugui opened a huge tomb in the underground space.

They used the power of the earth attribute to peel off the surrounding rock walls little by little, forming a bottomless tomb.

As time went by, more and more bodies were moved into the tomb.

Although these corpses were in dilapidated condition, each one exuded a powerful aura, as if telling of their past glory.

Ye Chen and Wang Fugui carefully placed the bodies in the tomb, as if they were holding a solemn funeral.

There was a solemn atmosphere throughout the tomb, as if even time had slowed down.

When the body of the last monk was placed, Ye Chen and others clasped their fists and bowed in salute to show their respect for the fallen hero.

Soon after, Ye Chen and others walked out of the tomb.

Ye Chen stood on a high place, overlooking this ancient battlefield, feeling very emotional in his heart.

He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and an invisible stream of air emitted from his palm.

Following his movements, the surrounding soil seemed to be summoned, surging crazily and rushing towards the tomb.

Ye Chen's eyes were shining with determination. He wanted to restore this ancient battlefield to its original state and cover up everyone's traces.

For a moment, the whole earth seemed to come alive, and the soil rolled and filled the gaps in the tomb.

The entire ancient battlefield began to undergo subtle changes, as if no one had ever been there.

Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly and kept making seals with his hands. Dark clouds began to gather in the sky. Countless thunders were like farewell salutes. The lightning of the nine-color divine thunder was like colorful lanterns, hanging in the sky, seeming to bid farewell to these people. hero.

The thunder in the sky resounded through the clouds, intertwined with the wind on the ancient battlefield, as if playing a tragic elegy.

The nine-color divine thunder intertwined with each other to form a beautiful picture, as colorful as a scroll in heaven.

Ye Chen's face was dripping with sweat. He was mobilizing the power of heaven and earth to completely seal this ancient battlefield.