Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Chapter 182: Chapter 17 Time Ages People the Most

“Ah…” Lin Feng couldn’t help but let out a groan, feeling as if his entire body had fallen apart.

Lin Feng opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by pitch darkness, lying in the midst of a mountain forest.

“Where is this?” Lin Feng got up from the ground, looking around in confusion.

He quickly remembered what had happened before.

Not long ago, the Blood Moon had appeared.

Darkness had enveloped heaven and earth; he was swallowed by the darkness and then fainted.

“Could this be… inside the Eternal Demon Mountain?” Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he had previously contemplated entering the Eternal Demon Mountain to search for “Heavenly Fire,”

it had, after all, been just a thought.

The Eternal Demon Mountain was known as the Death Absolute Land, where even the ancestor-level powerhouse from the Ancient Dynasty had fallen.

This place was riddled with crises.

One false step could lead to the annihilation of both body and cultivation.

And now, he had somehow been swept into it—was this fortune or misfortune?

The Fire Kirin was nowhere to be found at his side.

This made Lin Feng even more worried.

In the distance, the Blood Moon still hung above the nine heavens, emitting a sinister, blood-red glow.

Everything seemed to be caused by this bizarre Blood Moon.

At this point, Lin Feng, deep in the mountains, had no choice but to try to find a way out.

Lin Feng chose a direction and started walking cautiously.

Just then, he saw a dozen figures emerge.

These were a dozen surviving cultivators, who sighed in relief upon seeing Lin Feng.

An elderly man said, “Surviving is good; as long as we live, there is hope.”

“Master Daoo, with your vast experience, you must lead us out,” a young cultivator in purple robes said, his face pale.

This elder was nicknamed “Master Daoo” and was quite a famous figure in this region, who had also been swept into the Eternal Demon Mountain this time.

“Don’t worry, we will definitely make it out. Everyone, follow me and don’t move around randomly. Keep the formation tight!” Elder Daoo said in a deep voice.

“Yes,” everyone nodded and followed behind Master Daoo.

Lin Feng learned from a cultivator nearby that, in his youth, Master Daoo had once entered the Eternal Demon Mountain with several of his ancestors, but during that expedition, all of Master Daoo’s elders had died within, with only Master Daoo himself managing to come out alive.

Master Daoo had been seriously ill for three years and had gradually recovered, but since then, he had refused to speak a word about what happened inside the Eternal Demon Mountain.

Certainly, something unspeakable had occurred in the past.

“Look, that’s a Blood Spirit Grass with ten leaves, it takes two hundred years for one leaf to grow; this Blood Spirit Grass has been growing for two thousand years!”

Suddenly, a cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

He pointed toward a spiritual medicine growing on a cliff tens of meters away.

Lin Feng looked and indeed saw a spiritual medicine with ten blood-colored leaves.

A two-thousand-year-old spiritual medicine could significantly enhance one’s cultivation level if assimilated.

Everyone’s eyes lit up, and someone wanted to go and pick the Blood Spirit Grass.

“Don’t you want to live? You’ll endanger us all,” Master Daoo said coldly.

Several cultivators who had wanted to act all changed their expressions and stopped in their tracks.

“Master Daoo, it’s not far from us, shouldn’t that be okay?” someone said, unwilling to leave just like that.

Master Daoo said coldly, “This is the Eternal Demon Mountain, the Death Absolute Land, every place may hide a deathly danger. In the past, even Saints have fallen in the Eternal Demon Mountain, you should know just how terrible it is. A single misstep could doom us all.”

Master Daoo’s attitude was unprecedentedly firm, meaning that no one could act on their own or leave the group.

The group continued to move forward.

“Look, there’s a magic treasure…” someone exclaimed in surprise.

An ancient copper bell, a magical artifact, fell upon the grass, emitting astonishing mana fluctuations.

Lin Feng was greatly surprised, recognizing it as a high-grade treasure, at least crafted by a powerful being of the Yin Yang Realm, emanating suffocating waves of mana.

The emergence of this artifact naturally caused a huge commotion, with some people eager to try their luck.

Master Daoo said coldly, “No one should touch it; these things don’t belong to us.”

“Master Daoo, it’s so close to us, why wouldn’t it belong to us? This could be our chance,” a young man in green robes spoke up.

“Oh? You want it? Fine. You can stay here, and when we’ve gone far enough, do whatever you want. It will have nothing to do with us by then,” Master Daoo said with a cold laugh.

Master Daoo’s stance was uncompromising.

No one could leave the group, otherwise, they would have to leave it for good.

Everyone still hoped to leave with Master Daoo, and although they were reluctant, they wouldn’t dare defy him at this moment.

However, on their way out, they passed by various spiritual medicines and scattered artifacts. Since Master Daoo wouldn’t allow anyone to leave the group, these treasures slipped through their fingers.

“These are possessions of the dead; think about what kind of powerful beings those who could wield these artifacts were. Yet, they still died here and have long turned to dust,” Master Daoo said.

The crowd was struck with a sobering realization and dared not speak further.

After a long trek, feeling exhausted, they decided to rest.

At that moment, Lin Feng detected a faint fragrance wafting through the void.

Instantly, his fatigue vanished, and he felt completely revitalized.

“My god, what’s going on?” he wondered.

“It’s that spiritual medicine!”

Someone exclaimed, spotting a plant not far away. It was a seven-colored immortal grass, glowing with seven-colored light and exuding a faint fragrance.

“Seven-colored Grass, it’s the legendary Seven-colored Grass. It’s said that Seven-colored Grass grows for ten thousand years and displays seven hues. This is a ten-thousand-year elixir,” a middle-aged cultivator shouted in excitement and disbelief.

“Ten-thousand-year Elixir.”

Everyone’s throats went dry with longing.

Everyone knew what a Ten-thousand-year Elixir represented.

Rumored to be capable of reviving the dead and regrowing flesh on bones.

It was simple.

As long as you had a breath left in you, no matter the severity of your injuries, consuming a Ten-thousand-year Elixir could rapidly heal you.

Even though the Ten-thousand-year Elixir wasn’t quite like the Undying Immortal Medicine that could grant a second life, its healing effects were not far behind.

It was a Supreme Treasure Medicine that could save lives at critical moments.

And now, just ten or so meters away, a Ten-thousand-year Elixir appeared before them.

Someone made their move. The young man in green robes could no longer restrain himself, and he walked towards the Ten-thousand-year Elixir.

The Purple-clothed Young Master shouted, “Fann Xuan, do you have a death wish?”

Fann Xuan replied with a cold laugh, “Zixiao, you’re too cowardly. Nothing will happen. Just watch me take this Ten-thousand-year Elixir and sell it to those ancient forces. Don’t worry, I’ll share the benefits with you.”

Master Daoo’s expression darkened, and he barked coldly, “Come back here.”

Fann Xuan, undeterred, retorted, “Master Daoo, you’ve truly grown old, losing the sharpness of your youth. Rest assured, once I’ve harvested this Ten-thousand-year Elixir and sold it to those ancient powers, you won’t be left out of the benefits.”

Fann Xuan had no intention of returning; his words cast a shadow over Master Daoo’s face.

As Fann Xuan reached toward the Ten-thousand-year Elixir, everyone watched anxiously, but he seemed to encounter no danger.

Just as Fann Xuan was about to pluck the Elixir, a horrifying event unfolded.

Everyone saw Fann Xuan’s body age rapidly before their eyes.

From a man in his twenties, he suddenly appeared to be in his forties, and in the next moment, he became a decrepit old man, hunched over, his body dry and withered, on the brink of death.

“No…,” Fann Xuan cried in utter disbelief, looking at his hands, his body, letting out a scream filled with terror.

With a gust of wind, Fann Xuan collapsed onto the ground.

Time was the cruelest ager.

Within mere moments, Fann Xuan aged from his twenties to an old man. He had been deprived of all his lifespan and died in front of the Ten-thousand-year Elixir, turning into a pile of dry bones.