As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

The fire mayfly flew further and further away. Jiang Ming looked at it for a moment before he turned back and continued to walk into the valley.

The fire cloud grass back then was transformed from the purple root grass that fire mayflies dwelled on.

Jiang Ming's mind was whirling. "The immortal encounter has disappeared. Powerful ancient immortal cultivators have fallen. Countless martial artists have died. The six major families have also been destroyed. In the end, only these fire mayflies that can only live for a day are still roaming in this forest."

Jiang Ming sighed and continued to walk forward. Along the way, he could still see the rubble left from the destruction caused back then.

Jiang Ming's left hand held the green wooden seal, and his right hand held the ghost's head blade, triggering his heightened perception. He carefully looked over, but as expected, he did not find anything.

In the past, countless martial artists had come here in search of immortal fate. It would be strange if Jiang Ming could pick up any scraps.

However, he did not come here today for scraps.

"If we can find the source of the spiritual energy explosion, Master Si and Black Bean can still be saved."

This was his purpose.

The spiritual energy refined by his Blood Spirit Technique could only be used by him. Even if he wanted to save them, he was powerless to do so.

If he could find the source of spiritual energy, he might be able to nourish their declining blood Qi.

After searching through one place after another, Jiang Ming's expression was a little gloomy. Not to mention the source of the spiritual energy, he could not even feel a trace of spiritual energy!

"Then there's only one last place left."

Jiang Ming walked to a broken cliff with no end in sight, and under the cliff was a deep valley with no end in sight.

In the deep valley, fiery red clouds were constantly floating. Like a burning flame, they emitted a brilliant light.

From time to time, fire mayflies would fly up from the deep valley under the fiery red clouds. They flapped their translucent wings and flew out of the valley.

"Is this the valley that Yu Yan explored back then?"

He stared at the fiery red clouds. They were not ordinary clouds, but a kind of extremely poisonous miasma, which was formed by the ore powder in the valley and the poisonous fog produced by the rotten trees at the bottom of the valley. Under the sunlight, they fused and transformed into an extremely potent fire poison.

Other than these fire mayflies that were born here, no one dared touch this fire poison. Even Grandmasters did not dare enter this place for a long time.

In the past, countless martial artists had jumped down here and never came back up again.

According to the records, the fire poison miasma would only dissipate at midnight. But even if countless cultivators took advantage of the dispersing miasma to enter this place, they would not find anything.

Even Grandmasters had gone down to explore, but there was nothing else other than the dancing fire mayflies.

"Even the cave where the ancient immortal cultivators lived didn't have any spiritual energy. Could the source be here?"

Jiang Ming frowned and did not have much hope, but this was the only place left, so he had no choice but to explore.

"You two, wait here!"

Jiang Ming put down the bamboo basket and slowly walked to the edge of the cliff. His blood Qi quietly circulated. Then, he jumped down.

Jiang Ming only heard the wind whistling in his ears, and his whole body fell into the rolling miasma.

A burning sensation slowly rose in his body.

"This miasma is extraordinary. It's troublesome even for a Grandmaster." The blood Qi in his body trembled, and the fire poison was expelled from his body.

The miasma was nothing to him!

Jiang Ming suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley.

"Huh? The miasma at the bottom of the valley is much thinner!"

Jiang Ming raised his head and looked up. The miasma was essentially a cloud hanging over the bottom of the valley.

The view was much clearer here, and there was almost no miasma. In front of him was a tall forest, the highest canopy almost reaching into the miasma.

Jiang Ming's landing startled a group of flying insects. Jiang Ming glanced at them casually and was about to leave, but he suddenly made a soft sound.

"Are these the fire mayflies?"

These insects had the same shape as the fire mayfly, with two short feelers, slightly yellow eyes, and a pair of long tails at the end of their abdomens. However, their wide front wings were ugly and pale. In general, these insects looked uglier and more lifeless.

"Ah."

Jiang Ming found that only the higher the fire mayfly flew, the redder and more gorgeous its wings were.

"So, after they devour the miasma is when they grow into complete fire mayflies and rush out of this deep valley, huh?"

Jiang Ming was a little interested. It turned out that this fire mayfly only ate the poisonous miasma that was extremely toxic to other creatures.

"It's a pity that it can only live for one day. What's the point of flying out?" Jiang Ming reached out and took an ugly fire mayfly, shook his head, and let it go.

Jiang Ming continued to walk forward. He passed through the incomparably tall forest and walked through a large open space of white gravel. There was a stream in front of him that flowed into a dark valley. On the other side of the stream was a tall cliff. Obviously, this was the end of the deep valley.

"Is this the only way?" Jiang Ming frowned and suddenly looked at the stream.

"There seemed to be a faint trace of spiritual energy in this stream just now!" Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed.

Although it was just a flash, Jiang Ming's heightened perception had become more powerful, so naturally, he would not be wrong.

He suddenly strode upstream. Soon, he arrived at a mountain wall.

The water in the stream flowed out from a crack in the mountain wall.

There was a pile of gravel near the crack—as if it had been excavated. It was obvious that the cultivators who had come down here in the past had also explored this place but had not found anything.

Jiang Ming glanced at the crack. However, he quickly shifted his gaze and stared at a place more than ten meters downstream of the crack.

It looked completely innocuous. However, Jiang Ming's heightened perception sensed an unusual aura from there—an intermittent weak spiritual energy. It was spreading out from within.

The spiritual energy was very weak. Even other immortal cultivators would not be able to sense it.

Jiang Ming retreated, and his face showed a look of vigilance. The ghost's head blade in his hand trembled slightly, and threads of crimson blood Qi were lingering on it, filling the air with an increasingly terrifying aura.

"Blood Wave Saber Technique!"

Jiang Ming shouted in his heart. He raised his hand and slashed at the mountain wall.

"Little brat, stop!"

The moment Jiang Ming struck out, an exasperated voice suddenly came from the mountain wall.

The voice was familiar. However, it shocked him even more. He increased the strength of his strike, and his blood Qi circulated like crazy. He made the most powerful strike he had ever made.

Blood Qi left the blade and cut across the sky like a red waterfall, slashing at the mountain wall.

Vaguely, Jiang Ming seemed to hear an angry voice coming from the mountain wall.

Then, a wall of green light appeared in front of the blood Qi.

The blood Qi and the wall of light collapsed at the same time, blowing away a heap of fallen leaves nearby.

When the fallen leaves scattered, Jiang Ming saw that the mountain wall revealed a narrow crack, and a figure had already walked out from it.

The figure was extremely fast. At first, he was as thin as a piece of paper. In the blink of an eye, he walked out of the crack and turned into a slightly fat old man with white hair and a ruddy face. He was staring at Jiang Ming angrily.

Jiang Ming also stared at this man in shock.

"Damn it, Dr. Sun! So, it was you!"

He did not hesitate to burst out his blood Qi and slashed out again.