God Of Immortals

Why did he had the alarming feeling that it was related to the third riddle of the elderly scholar? It would mean that one of these boxes was containing the script he was looking for while the remaining two contained stark evil. Who knew what kind of evil would be inside them? What was the possibility of him surviving any of the evil, anyway? Which one of them was even telling the truth? First one said plainly that it wasn't in his box. Second one indicated that it was in third one's box. The third one straightly denied that it wasn't in his box.

As he continued to think about the riddle, a scene which happened back then on the sect's premises, flashed in his mind. The more he compared the two, the more he could see the similarities. Moments later, he stepped forward and slowly opened the first box with great caution. He held his breath as he raised the lid cover of the box and inside it were the sealed bamboo scripts. Three of them.

The Scripts of Sentience.

Joyful relief washed over him as he took the scripts from the box and turned them over in his hand, revelling in their acquisitions. It meant the other treasures were real. He put them in his spatial sac before looking around the room. The closed door had opened again. Seeing that, he wondered what could've happened if he had been wrong about the first box. Shaking his head, he made his way to the door while keeping an eye on the remaining two boxes.

He left the house and walked back through the passage while avoiding making contact with the walls. He stepped out of the dream and into the frosty plain. How lovely was it to be in the open again? He decided to take his time to relax. He brought out some turtle meat and preserved goat milk. He was having another adventure inside the original adventure. The thought of it was frightening enough. It would be better not to delibrate on it.

Ah, the wonder of the magical turtle meat and finest homely made goat milk. He smiled happily as he finished up with the tasty delicacies. After considering the next place he was heading to, he stood up and patted his robe. The next place would be him entering a real illusion to acquire the first treasure he had chosen, the Mystic Order. He couldn't help but wonder what that meant. According to the grey tree, reality was but an illusion, and illusion was nothing but reality inside the Accula divinis.

Ju Feng followed the directions he was given and he came to an area where the snow appeared to be gravitating upward. He was told to use his spiritual sight to examine the area. He would see a particular place containing a single line of bigger levitating snow. That was where he would have to enter the illusion. After locating the place, he put another dream crystal in his mouth and enter the levitating snow field.

He nearly stepped into the path of a passing blade-light which would have split him into two. He quickly sidestepped and dodged behind a huge fallen statue.

What situation did he just walked himself into?

He raised his head to take a peek, and saw battles of powerful nature, going on at every corner. Although some of the battling cultivators were around his age while others were a little bit older, their powers were immense. He quickly dodged back after confirming he was in the right illusion.

Did he even come at the right time? It looked as if he had just walked into a battle arena where a fierce battle was going on.

That called for a careful observation. As he slowly raised his head a second time to take a look, a flaming arrow which was blazing like a meteorite, streaked past his head, prompting him to duck again. From the powerful aura of the arrow, he knew the shooter was definitely more than a premier cultivator. A cored cultivator. Which meant the people fighting were cored cultivators. Could they even be demigods just like the tree told him?

The route he needed to take was through the left side of the battle into the valley of mountains, scattered in broken chains. The mountain he was looking for, had a white patterns on it. He had to enter the mountain through a hidden opening on its side. At the heart of the mountain was the Mystic Order. He slowly took out his sword, but he wasn't really sure of how effective an iron sword could fare against powerful attacks. Anyway, he had no choice. It was all the weapon he had on him. He was just leaving his position behind the fallen statue using flashsteps when the statue exploded into ashes. 

The impact of the explosion knocked him forward, but he didn't stop. Instead, he used the momentum of the impact to increase his speed. He knew he had to leave that battlefield if he didn't want to be turned into ashes. He was almost out of the battle area when an alarm sounded in his head. It was of an incoming mortal danger from the right sdie of the battlefield. Without much thought, he pushed all the Chi he could muster into his body. He raised his sword in a blocking position and turned towards the direction of the approaching danger. 

In a lightning speed, a battle axe appeared right in front of him and collided with his raised sword. The impact broke his right hand. And his arm was almost torn off his shoulder's socket while his left hand was awkwardly twisted. The iron sword he was carrying, was shattered into fragments, lacing his body. As he laid on the floor, semi-consciously, he could sense the hand of death as the light of the axe reflected into his eyes. The descending axe was about to remove his head, when a hand suddenly thrust into the arena and pulled him out.

"Thank you."

Ju Feng managed to say before drifting into uncosciousness. He was carried off to a reasonable distance before he was placed on the floor. A couple of hours had passed when he finally regained full consciousness. He was looking around to see where he was when his gaze fell on the boy, few feet away from him. The boy was sitting in a lotus position, watching him without making any sound.