Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1388: Chapter 641: Li Changsheng’s Fortuitous Encounter, Flowing Years Immortal Isle (Part 2)

Who could have imagined that a Spirit Ruins Secret Realm would suddenly appear near that Demon Cave.

It was the famed Flowing Years Immortal Continent.

It was said that the specific location of this Spirit Ruins was not fixed, and it moved constantly from place to place within the Ruins.

No one could determine when or where it would appear.

This was simply a moving natural disaster.

Whenever it occasionally appeared somewhere, it would suck all local living beings into the Flowing Years Immortal Continent.

If that were all, it would already be bad enough, but more importantly, the time flow inside this Spirit Ruins Secret Realm was incomparably fast: one year in the outside world, yet a hundred years would pass within.

In some regions, even a single instant could see ten thousand years slip by.

Thus, if a cultivator who entered the Flowing Years Immortal Continent failed to break through in cultivation, their Lifespan would quickly be exhausted in this Spirit Ruins, and they would die.

Moreover, once one entered this Spirit Ruins Secret Realm, there was basically no escape; one would only end up as layer upon layer of snowy white bones within it.

This Demon Cave had met precisely that fate.

It had likewise been swallowed into the Flowing Years Immortal Continent, countless Demons drawn into this Spirit Ruins.

They were exceedingly unlucky, transported into a perilous region of the Flowing Years Immortal Continent where, in a single instant, ten thousand years of Lifespan were stripped away.

In just a few breaths of time, those Demons’ Lifespans were drained dry and they died.

Whether Void Refining Level Demons or Body Integration Realm Demons, all turned to dust and ash.

One can well imagine how treacherous this Spirit Ruins Secret Realm is.

“A pity. The cultivators who entered with me have basically all died.”

Li Changsheng sighed softly.

He looked around; he was now in a valley of the Flowing Years Immortal Continent.

Looking out into the distance, the whole Immortal Continent was lush and verdant, endless green reaching the sky.

Thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruits hung heavy on the branches, their skins glowing with a gentle radiance; Ten-thousand-year-old Purple Ganoderma lay coiled upon blue stone, their canopies breathing out faint wisps of cloud; everywhere strange flowers and rare grasses vied in splendor, red, gold, blue, and violet woven into sheets of color, their fragrance rich as honey, mingled with the fresh clarity of growing wood and grass, slowly flowing in the air.

Spirit streams tinkled through the forest, spring eyes gurgled out mist, and the speed at which plants grew could be seen with the naked eye: in a single breath one could see flowers bloom and fall, leaves sprout and wither, branches and vines wildly extend. The vitality of heaven and earth was infinitely magnified, a scene of prosperity so exuberant it bordered on the uncanny.

Yet amidst these boundless Spirit Medicines, the ground was covered with dried, decayed corpses whose Lifespans had long since run out.

Some leaned slantwise against medicine beds, fingertips still tightly pinching half a freshly picked Spirit Fruit, yet their bodies had long since shriveled like firewood, skin and flesh clinging to the joints, only a layer of dried hide wrapping cold white bones;

Some sat cross-legged on stone platforms, as if seeking to use this place for rapid Seclusion and enlightenment, but before the Dao was comprehended, their Lifespans ended. Their bodies remained stiffly seated, eye sockets sunken into hollows, as though still gazing toward the distant Great Dao;

Some lay fallen amid flower clumps, robes still Immortal Family finery with faintly visible gold-thread patterns, yet wild Spirit Medicine vines gently coiled about them, white bones resting beside bright blossoms, dead remains merging with thriving life.

White bones lay heaped layer upon layer, sitting, lying, standing, or leaning, covering every inch of the Immortal Continent’s soil.

Some had been polished white by the years, some still carried traces of congealed blood, some had half-fused with soil and Spirit Medicine, leaving only a segment of dry bone exposed.

Clearly, all of these had once been living beings who entered the Flowing Years Immortal Continent.

But without exception, they had all died due to their Lifespans being exhausted.