Immortals Step into Heaven

Chapter 139 Heading to the Center of the Island

The fire-horned snake's massive body writhed violently, every inch of its muscle demonstrating the intense threat it felt. Its triangular head held high, its mouth emitting flaming tongues. Its eyes flashed with a fierce glint as it stared intently at Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan swung the long staff with the wind, and shadows like golden dragons swept towards the fire-horned snake with a whistling sound.

Undeterred, the fire-horned snake launched a ferocious counterattack against the swirling shadows of the sticks. Its hard scales gleamed metallically in the sunlight as they collided with Zheng Yuan's attacks. Instantly, the sky seemed to ignite, brilliant flames intertwined with the dense shadows of the sticks in a grand and intense dance of light. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, like rolling thunder, echoing through the woods.

The fire-horned snake was ultimately no match for Zheng Yuan's fierce attack, and was sent flying by a single blow from his staff. Its massive body arced through the air before crashing heavily into a boulder, sending debris flying. Zheng Yuan, taking advantage of the situation, refused to let the snake go. With a loud shout, he swung his staff with both hands, instantly unleashing six shadows.

The six stick shadows, like six golden dragons, rushed towards the injured fire-horned snake with a sound of breaking wind. The six stick shadows ruthlessly smashed into the fire-horned snake, each blow like a heavy hammer, smashing its tough skin and flesh. Blood flowed like a stream of blooming blood on the surrounding land.

The fire-horned snake was severely wounded, and a flicker of fear flashed in its eyes. It realized that the human before it was far more powerful than it. With that, it twisted its wounded body and tried to turn and flee. Its once majestic demeanor was gone. Now it looked utterly miserable, wanting only to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Zheng Yuan wouldn't let it get away so easily. He flashed with ghostly speed. In the blink of an eye, he leaped high again, swinging his long staff once more. Six shadows, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, struck the Fire Horned Snake's head. Seeing this, the Fire Horned Snake's eyes widened, filled with despair and unwillingness.

Mustering its last bit of courage, it charged towards the six shadowy sticks, as if attempting a final struggle. "Bang!" The six stick shadows struck the Fire Horned Snake's head with pinpoint accuracy, the immense force cracking it open, splattering brain matter and blood everywhere. The Fire Horned Snake's body was hurled back like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. It lay there, motionless, the light in its eyes gradually dimming, and finally, it died.

Zheng Yuan stepped forward and deftly pulled a specially crafted bag from his storage bag, placing the Fire Horned Snake's corpse inside. He then rushed non-stop towards the Ice Fire Grass area. The Ice Fire Grass grew in a secluded valley, surrounded by a faint aura of ice and fire.

Zheng Yuan carefully avoided the dangerous auras of ice and fire and arrived in front of the ice and fire grass. He looked at the grass, which emitted a strange light, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly plucked the ice and fire grass, carefully storing it, and then fled into the distance with the spirit-seeking rat that had been following him.

In a dense jungle, Zheng Yuan stopped. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then looked down at the spirit-seeking rat in his arms and whispered, "See if you can find the Divine Thought Flower."

The clever little head of the Spirit Seeker popped out of Zheng Yuan's arms, squeaked twice, and nodded vigorously, as if assuring Zheng Yuan that he would complete the task. Then, its small figure flashed, landing on the ground and heading into the jungle, where it began searching for the Divine Thought Flower. Zheng Yuan followed closely behind.

The spirit-seeking rat darted swiftly ahead, its tiny nose sniffing constantly, its ears quivering, never missing a single suspicious scent. Zheng Yuan, using his wind-controlling technique, followed lightly behind, all the while observing his surroundings warily.

Suddenly, the spirit-seeking rat stopped, its fur standing on end, and it squeaked in alarm. Zheng Yuan immediately tightened his grip on his staff, adopting a defensive stance. A rustling sound came from the brush ahead, and a massive figure slowly emerged. It was a pig demon covered in spikes. Its red eyes were filled with aggression, and its spikes gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed, and he launched the attack. His long staff, imbued with spiritual power, swung out, sending a powerful gust of wind hurtling towards the pig demon. The pig demon didn't dodge, but instead used its back to withstand the attack, its spikes effectively deflecting most of Zheng Yuan's blows. Seeing this, the Spirit-Seeking Rat darted towards the pig demon, maneuvering nimbly around its feet, searching for a flaw. Enraged by the Spirit-Seeking Rat, the pig demon spun around and stabbed it with its spikes, which the Spirit-Seeking Rat narrowly avoided.

Zheng Yuan seized the opportunity, flashing above the porcupine demon. With a roar, he slammed his long staff down on the pig demon's head. The pig demon staggered under the blow, a hint of fear in its eyes. Zheng Yuan pressed on, striking again with a few more blows. Finally, the pig demon collapsed, unable to hold on.

After defeating the porcupine monster, Zheng Yuan and the Soul-Seeking Rat continued on their journey. Soon after.

I met a group of demon cultivators. Judging from their attire, they should be from the Fire Demon Sect.

Zheng Yuan and the spirit-seeking rat hid in the distance, restraining their breath.

He frowned, a look of solemnity flashing in his eyes. The Fire Demon Sect's cultivators were known for their ruthlessness and unscrupulous nature. If they discovered him, a fierce battle would be inevitable. He gently stroked the Soul-Seeking Rat's head, signaling it to be quiet.

One of the disciples, clad in the Fire Demon Sect's signature attire, the flame patterns on his clothing shimmering like flickering flames in the sunlight, looked expectantly at the man known as Senior Brother Li and cautiously asked, "Senior Brother Li, shall we go to the island's center? I've heard there are many rare finds there." His voice was tinged with nervousness and eagerness, his eyes gleaming with greed for unknown treasures.

A demon cultivator named Sun asked, "Isn't it too risky to go to the central area?"

Senior Brother Li, a burly figure with a piercing gaze, resembled a falcon poised for prey. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a confident yet slightly disdainful smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Junior Brother Sun, while there are many things in the outer areas—those flowers, plants, and jars might attract smaller sects—they're far inferior to the central area." The central area is the true treasure trove. Any single treasure hidden there could save us years, even decades, of detours on our path of cultivation.

Upon hearing this, the demon cultivator surnamed Sun frowned and said worriedly, "Senior Brother Li, there are quite a few Foundation Establishment cultivators in the central area."