Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

At the same time, the Floating Light Spring that Zhang Ling had discovered hidden beneath the swamp had already been found by three cultivators.

These three people were a young man in golden robes, a bald monk, and a middle-aged man in purple robes with a square face.

In particular, the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the square-faced, purple-robed middle-aged man were astonishing. He was a great cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

The young man in golden robes was none other than the male member of the Dragon family siblings. The bald monk was naturally the ever-smiling Monk Pule.

"This seems to be a Floating Light Spring. How can there be such a special spiritual spring here? Monk, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is my sister really down there?" The young man in golden robes glanced at the monk and asked with some doubt.

Monk Pule stared at the Floating Light Spring in front of him and nodded. The ancient small bell he held in his hand vibrated continuously, emitting a dull sound.

"Young Master Long, please rest assured, this treasure of mine will definitely not misjudge."

"Hmph, it better be." The young man in golden robes snorted upon hearing this. His sister and the traitorous Third Uncle had just fought, causing a spatial collapse and being swallowed by spatial cracks.

This monk said he would help find her, but he led him around in circles in the swamp for a long time before finally finding this place. He was already very dissatisfied.

"Chi'er, don't be rude. The little master's treasure is the Golden Dragon Temple's spatial spiritual treasure, the Miyi Bell. It can easily sense spatial fluctuations within ten thousand miles." As soon as the young man finished speaking, the square-faced, purple-robed middle-aged man next to him frowned slightly and reprimanded him.

Although the voice was not loud, the young man in golden robes seemed to be very afraid of the middle-aged man and shrank his neck.

Hearing this, Monk Pule also smiled. "Elder Long is too kind. This treasure is difficult to wield, and I can't unleash much of its power in my hands. It can't compare to your clan's three spiritual treasures."

The square-faced, purple-robed middle-aged man did not say anything more, only smiled noncommittally. His figure swayed and transformed into a purple light, taking the two of them into the Floating Light Spring.

A moment later, they arrived at the teleportation array that Zhang Ling had discovered earlier.

But the teleportation array had already been destroyed at this moment. At the original location, there was a spatial crack two zhang wide and ten zhang long floating.

This spatial crack flickered erratically, appearing somewhat unstable.

This was originally a stable spatial crack, stabilized by ancient cultivators using spatial materials to build the teleportation array.

But due to the spatial collapse that occurred not long ago, this spatial crack became unstable, and the teleportation array was immediately destroyed.

Seeing this spatial crack, Monk Pule immediately sacrificed the small bell in his hand. A crisp sound rang out, and a layer of black sound waves rippled out from the bell, instantly covering the spatial crack.

The black and white light inside the spatial crack flickered a few times, and the spatial crack gradually stabilized.

Seeing this scene, the young man in golden robes widened his eyes, somewhat in disbelief. In the blink of an eye, the unstable spatial crack had stabilized.

"This humble monk can sense that the space on the other side of this spatial crack is also relatively stable. If I'm not mistaken, it's an independent space. We can enter without any problems."

"Thank you, little master." The purple-robed middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly. His face was illuminated by a layer of purple light, and he plunged into the spatial crack, disappearing.

The young man in golden robes also followed closely behind. In an instant, only Monk Pule was left. The smile on the monk's face suddenly disappeared, and he muttered to himself. "I didn't expect to meet this Great Elder of the Dragon family so soon. My master said that besides the ancestor, there are at least three great cultivators in the Dragon family. It seems that what he said is true. But why are the Dragon family members fighting among themselves? It seems that a traitor has appeared. Could it be for that place?"

Chuckling softly, Monk Pule touched his shiny head and tapped the small bell in his hand. The bell rippled out another circle of black sound waves, like a layer of substantial light waves covering himself. He no longer hesitated, transforming into a black light and plunging into the spatial crack.

In an instant, he appeared in a dilapidated stone cave. A sweep of his divine sense revealed that only a small half of the stone cave remained, and rubble was scattered everywhere, along with many crisscrossing mountain cracks.

Monk Pule immediately saw that these cracks were all caused by the destruction of spatial cracks. At this time, the two members of the Dragon family had already flown outside.

In an instant, Monk Pule also sensed a series of loud noises outside the mountain, obviously powerful cultivators were fighting.

His figure transformed into a golden light, and in a moment, he flew out of the mountain, and saw a huge yellow dragon and a huge blood dragon in the sky, stirring the entire sky into distinct colors.