Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then slowly walked forward.

Every step he took was cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

In this unknown territory, any negligence could result in fatal danger.

But Ye Chen's heart was full of courage and determination, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead.

He firmly believed that he could overcome it and eventually uncover the secret of this mysterious space.

In front of Ye Chen was a dark forest. Only faint light passed through the leaves, making it extremely dim.

Ye Chen walked forward cautiously, and soon came to a swampy area.

In this swampy land, the black river water and mud are mixed together, without a trace of life.

There are a few pieces of rotten wood floating above the swamp, and it feels like they will merge into the swamp at any time.

Moreover, this swamp is very large, and the fog in the air greatly affects spiritual consciousness, making it impossible to detect distant places.

Ye Chen knew very well that this place was fraught with dangers and that any mistake would lead to his downfall.

He calmed himself down, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he immediately activated the Eye of God to observe the situation around him.

At that moment, Ye Chen's gaze seemed to penetrate the heavy fog and see the secrets hidden in the swamp.

After a while, Ye Chen understood everything.

The water here is not ordinary water, but the water from the underworld, which has a very strong sense of death.

This kind of dead energy mainly targets the soul because it is made up of countless souls.

According to legend, the underworld's underworld water is actually weak water. Due to its special nature, it has also become a form of punishment.

Many extremely evil ghosts will be thrown directly into the Weak Water, where they will suffer the most brutal corrosion.

After countless years of fermentation, the nature of the weak water has changed, turning into the current dark water, which is full of deathly aura.

These dead airs make the soul tremble. Not only are they corrosive to the weak water, they are also the nemesis of the soul.

Of course Ye Chen doesn’t know all of this yet. He only knows that the Nether Water is no worse than the Weak Water that he controls.

It is impossible to fly above the Dark Water, nor can one use the mysteries of space. One can only rely on strength to reach the other side like a warrior.

Moreover, the airflow in the swamp is extremely turbulent, which will form invisible resistance and affect people's movements.

It can be said that passing through this swamp is both easy and difficult.

As long as you are extremely fast, you can pass through the rotten wood on the surface quickly.

However, if you are not careful, you will fall into the swamp and the underworld water will drag you into the abyss.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and adjusted his internal energy, bringing his state to its peak.

He stared at the floating pieces of rotten wood with sharp eyes, silently calculating the route and timing of advance.

The air around him seemed to freeze. Ye Chen could clearly hear his own heartbeat. Finally, he moved.

His figure flashed out like a ghost, and his toes lightly touched the first piece of rotten wood.

The rotten wood immediately sank, making a heart-wrenching creaking sound, but Ye Chen did not dare to hesitate at all. He used the force to fly up again and leaped towards the second piece of rotten wood.

Every jump seems to be hovering on the edge of life and death.

The dark water seemed to have life, constantly surging, creating a huge whirlpool, and generating a strong suction force, trying to drag Ye Chen into endless darkness.

Ye Chen's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but his eyes remained firm.

At this extremely tense moment, Ye Chen's mood became increasingly calm.

He forgot everything and devoted himself to this life-and-death challenge.

Piece of rotten wood after piece passed under his feet, and he was getting closer and closer to the other side.

However, just a few steps away from the other side, a piece of rotten wood suddenly broke.

Ye Chen's heart tightened, but years of practice allowed him to react instantly.

He turned around and, using a bit of cleverness, leaped towards another piece of rotten wood.

But at this moment, the turbulent airflow formed a powerful storm, which directly blew Ye Chen's body off direction.

Ye Chen tried his best to adjust his body, and just when he was about to fall into the swamp, he suddenly reached out and patted the edge of a rotten wood.

The rotten wood was crumbling under his weight and could break at any time.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, veins bulged in his arms, and pulled his body up with force.

After a gorgeous spin, Ye Chen finally successfully stepped onto the land on the other side.

But he knew that this was just a small test on his long road of cultivation, and there were more unknown dangers waiting for him ahead.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then continued walking forward with firm steps.

Ye Chen quickly passed through the dark woods in front of him, and after a while, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

The vegetation is lush and the trees are green, and the whole place is filled with a fairyland-like aura.

Ye Chen found that there were many traces of herbs being collected on the ground, and the entire ground was bumpy, as if it had been robbed.

He frowned slightly, wondering in his heart who could have done this.

Continuing to go deeper inside, after a moment, Ye Chen's spiritual sense discovered that there was a group of people surrounding a huge palace.

The palace is magnificent, flowing with golden light, and shining brightly, as if the palace from heaven has descended to the mortal world.

Ye Chen approached quietly and found that there was an old man surrounding these people.

This old man should be a formation master, and his cultivation has reached the early stage of human immortal. He is sitting cross-legged in front of the palace, trying to break the restrictions in the palace.

The old man looked solemn, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His hands kept making seals, and rays of light sank into the restrictions of the palace.

However, the restriction only caused slight ripples and showed no signs of being broken.

The rest of the people watched the old man's every move nervously, not daring to breathe, as if they were pinning all their hopes on him.

What they didn’t know was that the token to unlock the palace’s restrictions was on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen remained calm and observed everything from the dark.

Ye Chen stared at the mysterious palace and the busy crowd with sharp eyes.

He knew in his heart that judging by the aura of this palace, there must be many treasures hidden inside, otherwise this group of people would not be so eager to enter.

Although the old man has a high level of cultivation and extraordinary attainments in formation, it would be very difficult for him to break the restriction.

Time passed minute by minute, and the old man's attempts still made no substantial progress.

Some anxious voices began to appear in the crowd. Some people began to doubt the old man's ability, while others suggested finding other ways.

And Ye Chen was still lurking quietly, waiting for the best opportunity.

At this moment, the old man suddenly groaned and fell backwards, obviously suffering backlash in the process of breaking the ban.

Everyone was suddenly in a panic, not knowing what to do.

When Ye Chen saw this scene, his heart moved. He knew that his chance might have come.

He slowly walked out of the darkness, his steps steady and firm.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on him, full of vigilance and confusion.

Ye Chen glanced at everyone, then set his eyes on the palace. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile.

The old man forced himself to stand, looked at Ye Chen, and asked in a bad tone.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you show up here?"

Ye Chen bowed slightly and answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

“Senior, I am just a casual cultivator who happened to pass by here.

Seeing that you are all struggling with the restrictions of this palace, I came to see if I can help you."

The old man snorted coldly.

"Just you? I have studied the formation for thousands of years and still haven't been able to crack it. What can a young boy like you do?"

Ye Chen looked calm.

"Senior, please don't underestimate me. Formation doesn't necessarily depend on age and experience. Sometimes it also requires some luck and ingenuity."

The old man's eyes were sharp.

"Okay, then tell me what you think?"

Ye Chen looked at the palace restrictions and said slowly.

"In my opinion, this restriction is not simply the power of the formation, but seems to be fused with some mysterious power. If you try to break it by force, it will only backfire."