Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

With the strength of the two of them, if they had any bad intentions, they would be fully capable of killing the nine of us instantly the moment we appeared. It could be said that it would be effortless at all.

But they didn't do so, which shows that they had no ill intentions.

Thinking of this, a complex emotion surged in the middle-aged man's heart.

He knew that he had met a truly powerful person.

The middle-aged man spoke directly and loudly.

"stop!"

His voice echoed throughout the world, carrying a hint of helplessness and awe.

When the other eight heard the middle-aged man's order, they immediately stopped attacking and retracted their own breath.

Everyone's third eye slowly closed, and the attack formation dissipated.

Seeing this, Ye Chen and the other two were not surprised at all, as this was also the goal they wanted to achieve.

Xiao Lingtian also waved his hand, and the defensive shield slowly dissipated.

There was still a faint smile on their faces, and everything was under their control.

"Who are you? Why are you so powerful?"

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help asking, his eyes full of curiosity and vigilance.

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said slowly.

“We saw Wanwan at the auction and rescued her. After learning about her experience, we decided to send her home. That’s all.

As for strength, it is naturally the result of hard training."

The middle-aged man's heart trembled. He knew that the two people in front of him were definitely not ordinary people.

Their strength is so strong, there must be some unknown secrets behind it.

The middle-aged man clasped his fists and saluted.

"I am Yan Haoxiang, the leader of the Sky Eye Clan. Fellow Taoists, please forgive us for our rudeness and any offense we may have caused. We apologize for any inconvenience."

Ye Chen also clasped his fists slightly and said with a smile.

"Yan Haoxiang, it's okay. We two know your difficulties and roughly understand why you are hiding here.

It’s all because of your divine eye, which drives many evil-minded cultivators crazy.

After all, if we can obtain your Sky Eyes for our own use, it will greatly enhance our strength, and few people can resist such a temptation."

The middle-aged man had a complicated expression and slightly red eyes when he heard this, as if Ye Chen's words revealed the pain in his heart.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the hazy and gray sky.

Those unique eyes in the sky flashed a strange light in the night, which was both a glory and a burden.

“Fellow Daoist Ye is absolutely right. Because of this Heavenly Eye, my race has suffered endless disasters and has been forced to hide from the world and linger on.

This is not only a symbol of strength, but also the source of disaster.

Whenever we try to integrate into the outside world, we are always met with greed and pursuit."

There was a sense of heaviness and helplessness in his words, and every word carried a heavy weight.

Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian looked at each other and saw understanding and sympathy in each other's eyes.

Ye Chen nodded slightly and said:

“Everything in the world has two sides. The Heavenly Eye is both your calamity and your destiny.

If you are willing, perhaps we can find a pure land for you, so that the Sky Eye will no longer be a burden, but a sharp sword to protect justice."

When Patriarch Yan and his companions heard what Ye Chen said, they were all shocked. At the same time, they were full of doubts and asked.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, what do you mean?"

Ye Chen said directly and seriously.

"Patriarch Yan, please forgive me for being frank, but I have just observed your attacks and the flow of my own aura and have discovered many problems.

First, the means of attack are too monotonous, and the main means of attack is to utilize the divine light of the Sky Eye.

Second, his physique was too weak to withstand the enemy's powerful attack.

Third, the main cultivation technique is of a lower level and seems incomplete, and has not released the true power of the Heavenly Eye at all. Are the above points true?"

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Yan and the other eight people's expressions suddenly changed. They looked at each other with disbelief and a hint of embarrassment of being seen through.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it waves of subtle sounds of grass and trees, as if even nature was listening quietly to this conversation about strength and cognition.

Yan Haoxiang took a deep breath and nodded slowly, his voice low and powerful.

“Every word that Fellow Daoist Ye said is reasonable and hits the vital point of our clan.

We are indeed overly dependent on the power of the third eye and neglect the importance of physical fitness and skills.

For a long time, our people, under the Eye of Heaven, have been pursuing the brilliance of killing with one strike.

But I never thought about what would happen without a strong physique and profound cultivation to support it.

The light from the Sky Eye is but a flash in the pan and cannot last forever.

But there is no way, even though my Sky Eye Clan has been passed down for countless years.

Born with a third eye, it can be used as a powerful offensive method or as a solid defensive shield.

This reliance is sufficient to protect one's own safety, and thus improvements in other areas are neglected.

However, no one would have expected that during countless years of inheritance, for unknown reasons, the cultivation aptitude of the clan members had been continuously declining.

At the same time, the power of the Sky Eye is also decreasing. We have also looked for the reason, but we have no clue."

Ye Chen nodded slightly, then asked the question in his mind.

"Patriarch Yan, why are you hiding here?"

Ye Chen's words echoed softly in the quiet night sky. His eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the night and look directly into people's hearts.

Upon hearing this, Yan Haoxiang's expression darkened slightly. He slowly turned around and pointed to the deep valley shrouded in mist in the distance.

There, a few faint lights can be vaguely seen, swaying in the night.

"My two Taoist friends, please follow me."

He said softly, stepping steadily into the forgotten land.

As they went deeper, the fog around them seemed to become thicker, and every step was like stepping into another time and space.

Suddenly, a low and distant bell sound came from the depths of the valley. The bell sounded with an inexplicable vicissitudes and solemnity, which made people's hearts calm down involuntarily.

Ye Chen and Xiao Lingtian looked at each other and saw shock and curiosity in each other's eyes.

Deep in the valley, surrounded by mist, an ancient and weathered bell stands quietly.

Its surface is covered with traces of time, and only the word "regret" is still eye-catching in the dim light.

It seems that every stroke carries endless pain and regret.

Around the bell, a complex and powerful formation was faintly visible, flashing a faint blue light.

This space is isolated from the outside world, and an immortal soul is imprisoned inside.

The white-haired old man, wearing tattered robes, looked illusory, as if he would disappear in the wind at any time, but he was firmly bound by the formation.

His eyes were empty and his mouth was tightly pursed, without any expression.

Only the movements of his hands were mechanical and repetitive, and every swing was accompanied by the dull and profound echo of the bell.

The sound of the bell traveled through the long river of time and struck the softest part of people's hearts.

After knocking for a while, the old man slowly sat down and looked at the word "regret" in front of him, without any ripples in his turbid eyes.

He sat there motionless, as if recalling his past.

The old man's figure stretched out in the dim candlelight, blending with the surrounding mist, appearing both lonely and detached.

He stared at the word "regret". Although there was no emotion in his eyes, it seemed that thousands of words were surging in his heart.

Every wisp of mist that passed by seemed to be whispering, awakening fragments of his dormant memories.

His fingers gently stroked the rough stone surface, and every touch seemed to be touching his own mottled past.

Everything around seemed to be still, with only the faint light flickering.

Reflected on his wrinkled face, it casts a vicissitude of life with a mixture of light and shadow.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up into a barely perceptible smile, or perhaps bitterness.

His thoughts drifted back to that glorious yet regretful era.

At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, and possessed the power that the world admired.

However, in a moment of thought, an irreparable mistake was made.