Qi Laoshi's face was grim, just a dozen li away from Mo Wuji's secluded cultivation spot. He had been searching the Thunder Mist Forest for three months. Every thunder valley, thunder marsh, thunder forest, and even the slightly concealed thicket had been searched by him, but he couldn't find any trace of Mo Wuji.

It was as if Mo Wuji had vanished after entering the Thunder Mist Forest three months ago, without a trace. He suspected that Mo Wuji had been killed by a powerful demon beast, but he also believed that Mo Wuji wouldn't be killed by a demon beast. For no other reason than that this kid was too cunning and treacherous.

He vowed that as long as he found Mo Wuji, he would drink every last drop of Mo Wuji's blood, and he wouldn't waste a single bit of his flesh.

"Boom boom..." The sound of violent rumbling continued to come from afar, and Qi Laoshi could only leave here with resentment.

He had no choice but to leave. He didn't kill that short, fat man back then, and now extraterritorial cultivators were almost clearing the area. This entire Thunder Mist Forest had been destroyed by extraterritorial cultivators, turning into a desolate wasteland. Before long, the place where he was standing would be destroyed as well.

Just as Qi Laoshi was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, a fluctuation as if someone was about to break through a realm.

Qi Laoshi immediately swept out his spiritual will. Before he could carefully examine the surroundings, a terrifying light blasted over from afar, directly smashing towards Qi Laoshi. Qi Laoshi stomped his foot, and his entire body soared like a great bird, crossing over Mo Wuji's secluded cultivation spot and entering the depths of the Thunder Mist Forest. He knew that those idiots from the extraterritorial cultivators had come again, and this Thunder Mist Forest would soon disappear.

Mo Wuji's "hiding in plain sight" theory had saved his life again. Qi Laoshi turned a blind eye to Mo Wuji's secluded cultivation spot, almost brushing past Mo Wuji.

"Boom!" Mo Wuji's entire body vibrated, and a powerful burst of yuan power spread from his dantian, filling every meridian.

The thick yuan power made Mo Wuji couldn't help but want to let out a long roar, and then directly rush out of this underground space.

Almost at the same moment, Mo Wuji's surroundings trembled, and dirt fell down.

Mo Wuji suddenly opened his eyes. He had advanced to the Untainted Mortal Stage, but the violent tremors around him just now were definitely not caused by his breakthrough. Instead, it was caused by someone fighting fiercely on the ground, someone had come to his hidden location?

"Boom boom boom!" Another series of violent rumbling came, and Mo Wuji was even more certain that he hadn't guessed wrong. Someone had come to his location, and they were fighting fiercely...

Wait, this didn't sound like a battle.

Mo Wuji quickly collected everything and put the Heavenly Grade Spirit Stone, which had only been used a little, back into the jade box.

The joy of opening the 101st meridian and advancing to the Untainted Mortal Stage was tossed aside at this moment. Mo Wuji took out the mask artifact and put it on his face, once again transforming into a black-faced, scarred scholar.

"Whirr!" A large amount of dirt fell down, and Mo Wuji remained hidden, not daring to move. After a full half a day, feeling that it was quieter outside, Mo Wuji carefully drilled upwards for more than ten meters, while sweeping out his spiritual will.

At this moment, Mo Wuji's spiritual will clearly saw the situation outside. If Mo Wuji didn't clearly remember that he had only entered the underground for secluded cultivation for more than three months, he would have thought that he had experienced a century underground.

The thunder marshes, forests, and mists that he had seen before had all disappeared without a trace. In their place was a desolate and chaotic wilderness, with only a few arcs of lightning still falling in the thunder marsh.

Seeing thousands of cultivators still bombarding the remaining trees, Mo Wuji widened his eyes in disbelief. Were they trying to destroy the Thunder Mist Forest?

These extraterritorial cultivators were indeed barbarians, using such a stupid method to find people? Or were they using this stupid method to clear the area?

He couldn't go out now; Mo Wuji immediately realized his situation. If he went out now, he would definitely be discovered.

"Roar roar roar..." A series of violent roars came, followed by violent bombardments and explosions of yuan energy.

In just a dozen breaths, a dense mass of demon beasts swarmed over.

A sturdy giant ape was fighting with a bald-headed monk. Mo Wuji quickly withdrew his spiritual will, vaguely feeling that the bald-headed monk's strength was even greater than that short, fat man.

After half an incense stick, the sound of fighting reached Mo Wuji's ears, and he extended his spiritual will again. This time, Mo Wuji didn't dare to observe the battle between those two powerhouses, but instead went to check the other low-level cultivators.

Thousands of low-level cultivators were fighting with countless demon beasts, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

Mo Wuji gasped, knowing that there were demon beasts in the Thunder Mist Forest, but he didn't know that there were so many demon beasts in the Thunder Mist Forest.

Tens of thousands of demon beasts pounced on these cultivators who were destroying their homes, instinctively using all kinds of methods.

Demon beasts were being blasted to death every moment, and cultivators were falling every moment.

The monk who was fighting the giant ape became anxious upon seeing this, "Quickly call for reinforcements..."

However, he only said half a sentence before stopping. Even further away, the sound of fighting was also coming. It was obvious that while they were fighting with the demon beasts of the Thunder Mist Forest, the cultivators of the five great empires had also all moved out.

"Idiots, I told you not to go and disturb the Thunder Mist Forest..." the bald-headed monk roared angrily, but it was extremely difficult to extricate himself. Every attack of the giant ape was immensely powerful. If he retreated, he would likely be blasted to death by the giant ape immediately.

Mo Wuji, hiding underground and watching the battle, was also greatly alarmed. In this kind of chaotic cultivator battle, even if one's strength was great, the chance of falling was still very high.

This great battle lasted for a full hour and still hadn't ended. Further away, a dazzling light shot straight into the clouds. The bald-headed monk was extremely anxious. He suddenly reached out and tore off all the Buddhist beads on his neck, and then brought dozens of Buddhist beads with both hands, smashing them towards the giant ape.

The giant ape roared angrily, and at the same time spewed out dozens of rays of lightning. Each ray of lightning crashed into a Buddhist bead, blasting the space apart with light scattering in all directions.

"Bang!" Although the giant ape reacted in the shortest possible time, it was still struck by a Buddhist bead between its eyes.

The giant ape let out a shrill roar, seeming to want to fight this bald-headed monk to the death. At this time, the bald-headed monk turned and rushed out of the Thunder Mist Forest.

The giant ape's eyes were filled with ferocity, seeming to know that there were more human cultivators on the battlefield further away. It finally didn't dare to chase after him, but instead let out a long roar and retreated into the depths of the Thunder Mist Forest.

Following the giant ape's long roar, the dense mass of demon beasts also quickly retreated, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Mo Wuji breathed a slight sigh of relief. The battle here had ended, and these guys should retreat soon. When these guys retreated, he would have a chance to leave this damned place.

Sure enough, after the demon beasts retreated, many extraterritorial powerhouses here rushed out of the Thunder Mist Forest, obviously knowing that there was a bigger battlefield outside.

Before Mo Wuji had a chance to completely relax, the soil above his head all collapsed. Mo Wuji instinctively wanted to avoid it, but when he stood on the collapsed soil with a face full of dust and saw the blue sky and white clouds, he secretly thought that things were bad.

"There's a native here..." As soon as Mo Wuji appeared, he was discovered by extraterritorial cultivators.

"Kill him!" At this moment, countless cultivators rushed towards Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji was shocked, and quickly rushed out of the pit, wanting to escape into the depths of the Thunder Mist Forest. However, he had only walked dozens of feet before being blocked by dozens of追来的 cultivators.

All kinds of weapons smashed towards Mo Wuji. Before Mo Wuji could even make a move, he had already been struck by several magical treasures.

He couldn't escape, so Mo Wuji simply stopped, constantly raising his hand seals, and one after another of arcs of lightning were blasted out by him.

Soon, Mo Wuji was pleasantly surprised.

The place where he was was the thunder marsh where he had burrowed underground. Although the surrounding things had been destroyed, there were still arcs of lightning flashing in the thunder marsh. Now that he was fighting above the thunder marsh, the arcs of lightning fell on the thunder marsh, immediately triggering more underground thunder sources to form arcs of lightning and explode.

"Crack crack crack crack..." In just half a day, a forest of lightning formed around Mo Wuji.

The cultivators who were besieging Mo Wuji were immediately surrounded by these arcs of lightning. How could Mo Wuji let go of this opportunity? He constantly blasted out arcs of lightning. As long as he saw someone severely injured, he would not hesitate to follow up with an arc of lightning.

In a short period of time, Mo Wuji had killed dozens of cultivators.

"This person is at most Untainted Mortal, everyone attack together." Seeing Mo Wuji's ferocity, killing so many cultivators in such a short time by borrowing the thunder marsh, immediately aroused the ferocity of these extraterritorial cultivators.

Even if Mo Wuji had the advantage of the terrain, these extraterritorial cultivators had the advantage of numbers. Even if a portion of them had left, there were still hundreds of people left here. It would be a joke if hundreds of people couldn't kill a Untainted Mortal Stage cultivator.

No matter where Mo Wuji went, he would be blocked by extraterritorial cultivators. In the end, Mo Wuji simply didn't go, and continued to blast out arcs of lightning.

He had spiritual will and Star Shifting, which could avoid those fatal sneak attacks, and he was also fighting in this thunder marsh that was beneficial to him. As long as there were no opponents whose realm greatly exceeded his, what did he have to fear?

The Heavenly Machine Staff was also taken out by Mo Wuji. Every time he met someone who was slowed down by the arcs of lightning, his Heavenly Machine Staff would smash over without hesitation.

"Everyone, exhaust him to death." The extraterritorial cultivators saw Mo Wuji's range of activity increasing, and immediately shouted again.

More than an hour later, these extraterritorial cultivators besieging Mo Wuji gradually calmed down. Although Mo Wuji was covered in wounds and blood, with even two deep cuts blasted out on his head, he just wouldn't exhaust.

Not only had Mo Wuji not exhausted, but the number of cultivators who had died at his hands was at least one or two hundred. There were no Yuan Core Stage cultivators among these one or two hundred cultivators, but there were definitely a lot of Untainted Mortal Stage cultivators.

"This guy is not at the Untainted Mortal Stage, he is at the Yuan Core Stage..." As an extraterritorial cultivator shouted that Mo Wuji was at the Yuan Core Stage, the other cultivators suddenly understood. How could an Untainted Mortal Stage cultivator have this kind of long-lasting yuan power?

Almost at the same time as understanding this, many extraterritorial cultivators retreated one after another. Mo Wuji stood in the middle of the thunder marsh, supporting his body with the Heavenly Machine Staff, constantly spitting out blood. At this moment, one couldn't see any good parts on his body, all covered in blood. Even though he had two Storage Meridians, he was close to his limit.

The setting sun broke through the fog that hadn't completely dissipated, falling on Mo Wuji's body, imprinting that somewhat hunched and lonely figure in the thunder marsh surrounded by corpses. It seemed to be telling Mo Wuji what kind of path he had chosen.

(Fifth additional update, third update seeking monthly tickets. Today's update ends here, friends, good night!)