As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming thought to himself, "It seems that this white-robed swordsman has gone further than that martial artist. Perhaps after defeating the second person, the light would be even brighter. How strong is he? How many opponents has he defeated?"

The battle started again. However, Jiang Ming's figure was completely transparent, and almost nothing could be seen.

* * *

On the starlit path, Jiang Ming recovered from his injuries and let out a long breath.

The things he had seen in this battle were too shocking, and he was unable to calm down.

"If I'm not strong enough, I can only die here, huh?"

Jiang Ming suddenly thought of many future scenes. If the world was really destroyed. Would he become a ghost in the void, wandering around?

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

"I don't want to end up like this!"

Jiang Ming sighed, then shook his head fiercely, "No matter what happens in the future, if this day really comes, and I'm just a small Qi Refinement Realm cultivator, I won't be able to change anything no matter what. I still need to be strong enough!"

He threw these matters to the back of his mind, his gaze calm as he continued to advance on the starlit path.

His third battle was against an alchemist who had reached the peak of his comprehension of the power of fire. He actually used the whole arena as a furnace and wanted to refine the heavenly tribulation into medicinal pills.

Of course, his dream was grand. However, the real world was cruel. In the end, the furnace exploded, and he was covered in blood. Jiang Ming's state was also extremely miserable.

"Damn it, those who can pass the heavenly tribulation are all monsters." Jiang Ming felt uncomfortable all over. For the first time, he could not wait to leave the battlefield.

* * *

The battles kept coming. Jiang Ming relied on his immortal body to go further and further on the starlit path.

Every battle was an incomparably precious experience, which would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.

In Jiang Ming's body, an unimaginable number of fragments of the great cultivation had settled. He also accumulated a lot of insight during the battles.

It was now his forty-first battle.

The arena was a vast ocean, and the person who was going through the heavenly tribulation was actually a flood dragon that transformed from an ordinary carp. Its body was as long as a mountain, and it set off endless waves. It could control water and wind spiritual energy. Even though it was still in its infancy, it still beat Jiang Ming up badly.

Jiang Ming was rendered speechless. He had not gained the upper hand since the first round and had been defeated until now.

The last collision caused a glimmer of light to appear, and the fragments of the great cultivation fell.

Jiang Ming's figure was about to disappear. However, he suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw that the flood dragon's body suddenly broke apart and completely shattered into a rain of light.

The endless rain of light merged into one point and turned into a little carp. It emitted an infinite amount of divine light and leaped into the void. It was as if it had ascended to the highest point and jumped into the faint light in the center of the heavenly tribulation.

The scene in front of him disappeared. Jiang Ming stood on the starlit path, a little stunned. Was the carp successful?

He had a strange look in his eyes. He felt that this was not the real way to pass the heavenly tribulation.

"Success, failure, destruction, emptiness."

At this moment, a muffled voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

Jiang Ming's body trembled, and he looked up.

This sound was exactly the same as the one he had heard in the cave outside.

Could it be that it was because he could hear this voice that he was able to walk on this starlit path?

In front of him, the mist rose, and a figure slowly appeared. He paced back and forth slowly, mumbling to himself. Only these four words could be heard.

The scene slowly became clear. However, Jiang Ming was stunned. This was different from the previous battlefields.

It was an ordinary farmhouse. The sound of roosters crowing, and dogs barking could be heard. A few old farmers carried hoes and walked toward the fields.

Inside the farmhouse, the women were cooking, plowing, and weaving. From time to time, naughty children would run past in the courtyard, tripping over some pots and pans, causing the women to shout at them.

Jiang Ming was walking slowly on the path in the fields. The others seemed to not see him and walked past him.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming stopped by a field and looked at the farmer working there.

It was an old man with gray hair, dressed in ordinary clothes, no different from the other old farmers. He was hoeing and loosening the soil in preparation for the upcoming sowing.

However, when Jiang Ming looked at him, the gray-haired old farmer suddenly stopped and looked up at Jiang Ming.

The other farmers and fields had all disappeared. The crowing of roosters and barking of dogs in the distance disappeared along with the women and children. The only thing left in the world was this piece of farmland and the two people in it.

"How did you know?" The gray-haired old farmer looked at Jiang Ming and suddenly spoke.

Jiang Ming's eyes flashed with a trace of shock. He finally confirmed that the scene this time was different from all the previous battles.

The old farmer in front of him actually had a clear consciousness and was not a vision of the past.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and said slowly, "I've seen the real you!"

"The real me?" A strange look flashed in the old farmer's eyes, and he looked straight at Jiang Ming. After a long time, he finally smiled. "I didn't expect to meet a fellow traveler!"

The last piece of farmland disappeared along with the old farmer. However, a figure reappeared where the old farmer was standing.

It was an old man with a cold temperament, and his face was no different from the old farmer's. However, his eyes were not as calm and indifferent as the old farmer's. Instead, they were bloodshot, and a hint of confusion and even despair flashed across his face from time to time.

His mouth was still muttering the four words. It was as if he had fallen into some kind of obsession.

This was the scene that Jiang Ming saw.

The old man's clothes were burnt black, and his body was covered in injuries. He was walking slowly on a road. It was a starlit path in the void. It was dark all around, and there were only some broken scenes in the distance that floated in the void.

"He is also walking on the starlit path." Jiang Ming was shocked. "It's just that his starlit path doesn't seem to be in the same place as mine."

The dilapidated scene in the distance of the starlit path where the old man was located was completely different from where Jiang Ming stood.

"The two starlit paths have intersected," Jiang Ming muttered.

However, the next moment, Jiang Ming suddenly saw a black sword in the old man's hand. His breathing suddenly stopped.

The old man's mumbling suddenly stopped. He looked up at Jiang Ming, "You recognize this sword?"

Jiang Ming looked at the black sword in the old man's hand. He did not know what to say.

"I picked this up a few years ago on a silent, starry night. It was buried deep in a meteorite and has been silent for at least tens of thousands of years. No one has seen it since I found it!"

The old man looked at Jiang Ming faintly, "If you are not an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, then there is only one possibility. You and I met each other in a different intersection of space and time!"