My Informative Cultivation Life

Yan Zhan owned the Luo Shen inheritance, so naturally, he was not lacking in Immortal Techniques.

Elder Brother Wang Tianli was rumored to have mastered several Immortal Techniques.

Hao Yun, the true successor, was considered a reincarnation of the Lord of Fortune from the Immortal Realm, and for him, mastering Immortal Techniques was a breeze.

Bai Bi reveled in using Immortal Techniques to observe the World Force above his head, smug and proud.

Only Yang Ji hadn't even caught a glimpse of Immortal Techniques, truly a sign of bad luck.

And to think, with such fortune, his destiny was clashing with that of the Heavenly Demon?

Yang Ji thought about it, so frustrated that he almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

At this moment, only the inheritance of Qingyang Immortal King could bring him solace, for acquiring the inheritance of an Immortal King would truly turn his fate around.

With this thought, Yang Ji felt somewhat better.

"Brother Yang, this treasure land has just opened; there should be plenty of opportunities. How about we search separately?" Gu Xinghua suggested.

The fact that he didn't offer to join forces was probably due to concerns, for Yang Ji's strength was too formidable. If treasures were found and he claimed them first, how would they be divided?

Even brothers settle accounts when they trade; if the division was not equal, it could lead to discord.

Moreover, in Gu Xinghua's eyes, Yang Ji exuded a certain pressure; following him would certainly suppress his spirit, which was not conducive to the cultivation of an invincible will.

Gu Xinghua had made comprehensive considerations, taking into account these various factors.

"Alright!" Yang Ji understood what Gu Xinghua was thinking and nodded immediately.

After all, it was inconvenient for him to be accompanied by someone who was not one of his own.

However, before searching for opportunities, Yang Ji paused and asked in a deep voice, "Brother Gu, you've been here for over a hundred years; do you know where Mo Wudao is?"

"That's exactly what I was about to inform you!" Gu Xinghua said solemnly, "Mo Wudao is currently in the Hall of Life and Death, the place where a Quasi-Imperial Monarch perished. That Quasi-Imperial Monarch was an invincible practitioner who cultivated both the Great Dao of life and death. Although he has fallen, a trace of his immortal will is imprinted within the Divine Hall.

Mo Wudao is in the hall, sensing the Life and Death will left by the Quasi-Imperial Monarch and trying to obtain its legacy."
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"I had previously wanted to interrupt his legacy acquisition, but the Supreme Demonic Artifact, the Bridge of Life and Death protecting him, was too formidable. Merely feeling its daunting presence made me too scared to approach."

There was also a sense of helplessness in Gu Xinghua's solemn expression.

"Where is the Hall of Life and Death?" Yang Ji asked in a deep voice.

"I'll tell you the exact location." As Gu Xinghua transmitted the message telepathically, he immediately informed Yang Ji the position of the Hall of Life and Death, then said to Yang Ji, "Mo Wudao is extraordinarily powerful, wielding the Bridge of Life and Death, almost invincible. You must not go there."

Yang Ji's heart sank. Not confronting Mo Wudao was impossible; now, he was no longer fighting for the Sect but for himself.

Once Mo Wudao completed his seclusion and unleashed his killing force with the Bridge of Life and Death, Yang Ji wouldn't even talk about achieving the number one true succession; he would struggle just to succeed as a true successor.

Who knew when Mo Wudao would come out of seclusion? If it happened within three hundred years, everything would be over.

This moment was the best opportunity, while Mo Wudao was preoccupied with receiving the inheritance and too busy to pay attention elsewhere, perfect for disrupting his rhythm and preventing him from focusing.

The longer the delay, the better it was for everyone.

As long as they could hold on for three hundred years and the time came for everyone to achieve true succession, then everything would be manageable.

As for the first true succession, with Mo Wudao in the picture, Yang Ji did not even dare to hope for it. By then, he might have to actively dodge its edge and willingly leap into the Power of Death, quietly waiting for the assessment to end.

A hundred years ago, Mo Wudao had a chance to kill him but did not come in person. He had merely used the Bridge of Life and Death to strike from across an endless distance.

It seemed, he highly valued this inheritance, not wanting to waste extra time on anything else.

After all, inheriting through will was not a direct gifting or indoctrination; it required the merging of wills, understanding the mysteries of the Great Dao bit by bit.

Time was extremely precious; to fully comprehend the will left by a Quasi-Imperial Monarch, a hundred or two hundred years would not be enough.

Once the assessment ended, everyone would have to leave, and Mo Wudao would no longer be able to continue his perception.

Yang Ji's intention was to influence him during his period of perception and significantly delay the time.

With this plan set in his mind, he was resolute.

"Brother Gu, let's part ways here then!" Yang Ji said, gesturing a farewell.

"Okay, Brother Yang. If there's any issue, just send a message." Gu Xinghua gestured back and then left with his followers.

"Yang Ji, where do we go now?" Yan Zhan asked.

"Follow me!" Yang Ji said with a smile. He had spotted a treasure land long before they were outside.

He immediately led everyone out of that spatial rift and, upon arriving in the outside world, entered another spatial rift.

Yang Ji moved swiftly, leading everyone through rapid flight.

Li Yinxue, Zhan Xiao, Xuan Chi, and the others did not worry about any dangers along the way, trusting Yang Ji implicitly as they flew at high speed.

Parting mists, flying over black mountains, swamps, and through a land of dead silence, they seemed to reach the edge of the world.

In front of them appeared a huge barrier, limitless and vast—the world's barrier.

"Yang Ji, is there a treasure here?" Yan Zhan asked curiously.

"Look!" Yang Ji flicked his finger, sending out a sharp Sword Qi. Slash! The Sword Light cut through, and the world barrier instantly tore open, spilling forth a stream of water-blue radiance.

At the rupture, they could see clusters of blue crystal stones, piled up like pomegranate seeds, emitting a faint blue glow, pulsating with the mighty power of the World Force.

"Is this, World Crystal Stone?" Everyone gasped in surprise and delight.

"Indeed, these are World Crystal Stones, containing the power of the World Force!" Yang Ji said with a grin.