My Informative Cultivation Life

"So we just let that rotting wooden box go for nothing?" Huang Ji stopped in a void, looking back with a look of extreme unwillingness.

"You weren't meant to touch what's inside that rotting wooden box. If it hadn't been for me stepping in, you would have already been ensnared by its enchantment," a supreme being from the Evil Demon Realm conveyed.

"Master, you said that it is a Supreme Treasure!" Huang Ji's eyes darkened, clearly finding the reality difficult to accept.

"A Supreme Treasure indeed, but you're not yet blessed to partake. I, your master, am at a crucial point of recovery, I cannot be distracted at all times to help you fend off its temptation. Carrying it now would only be a burden," the supreme being from the Evil Demon Realm said.

"Master, what do we do now? We can't just let them benefit," Huang Ji said in a heavy voice.

"Send a message to that lad Mo Wudao of the Heavenly Demon Sect; give him the precise coordinates and have him kill this person!" the supreme being from the Evil Demon Realm said with a sinister smile.

"Good, that is an excellent idea." A flash of murderous intent crossed Huang Ji's eyes as he nodded in agreement.

"My lord!" Lan Yan and the others' expressions changed drastically, seeing Huang Ji escape alone, no longer showing his earlier arrogance.

"Kill them!" Yang Ji turned, and with a command, Xuan Chi, Zhan Xiao, Zhong Jun, Li Yinxue, and Yan Zhan all pounced into the fray.

The fight was utterly predictable, with five leader-level figures against two.

It didn't take long before Meng Sha and the others were completely dead.

Yang Ji waved his hand, beginning to collect their Origin of Demonic Qi.

It was then, in the center of the altar, that Shang Guanwu's eyes shifted slightly, looking with surprise at the rotting wooden box, "Senior brother, look, the rotting wooden box is competing with you for the Demonic Qi."

Streams and wisps of Demonic Qi, as light as smoke and flowing like a river, continuously entered the rotting wooden box.

"Come, little girl, open me, and I bestow upon you eternity, I bestow upon you supreme magical power!"

"Come, come here, little girl!"

"Open me!"

"I grant you endless fortune!"

A ghostly voice suddenly echoed deep in her spirit, Shang Guanwu appearing as if she had lost her soul, her expression becoming vacant.

She slowly moved toward the center of the altar, reaching out for the rotting wooden box.

"Don't open it!" Seeing Shang Guanwu's expression, Yang Ji immediately shouted loudly. His Immortal Primordial Spirit vibrated, with the Holy Light surging wildly, instantly enveloping Shang Guanwu.

A thread of Holy Light, like the primordial thunder splitting the endless darkness, dispelling all confusion, brought forth the first light between heaven and earth.

Shang Guanwu felt as if her sea of consciousness suddenly brightened up, everything instantly becoming clear.

She trembled lightly, cried out, and was jolted back to her senses, retreating continuously and pointing at the rotting wooden box in terror, "It, it, it can bewitch the mind!"

"Are you alright?" Yan Zhan and the others' expressions changed, hurrying forward to support her.

"I'm fine!" Shang Guanwu said, shaking her head somewhat frantically.

"What's inside this rotting wooden box?" Everyone looked over curiously.

"Come, open me, I grant you endless fortune, immortality!"

"Come!"

"Come here!"

A voice as if from the netherworld of Hell resonated again, filled with endless enticement, seeping into the hearts of everyone.

In an instant, all but Yang Ji lost their senses, moving towards the rotting wooden box as if drawn by an unseen force.

"This rotting wooden box is extraordinary; I can feel endless evil coming from it!" the Immortal Elder said in a grave tone.

"Humph! Playing tricks! The vastness of the Holy Light!" Yang Ji's Primordial Spirit shook, and eighteen rays of Holy Light behind his head shone brightly, with the Holy Light spreading everywhere, driving away the fiends.

The intention of Holy Light descended into the seas of consciousness and minds of the crowd, scouring them continuously and immediately making everyone regain their senses.

"This, this rotting wooden box is terrifyingly sinister!" Everyone was startled and quickly backed away.

"Oh? To be so young yet having cultivated eighteen rays of Holy Light, remarkable indeed. No wonder my influence has no effect on you," an ancient, ghostly voice filled with a sinister tone came from inside the rotting wooden box.

"Little fellow, how about we make a trade? You come here, open the rotting wooden box, and release me, and I shall fulfill three of your wishes!"

"What capabilities do you have to fulfill my three wishes? Trapped in a three-foot wooden box, hidden from the sun, you can barely save yourself," Yang Ji said, his eyes narrowing as he looked over.

"Do you know where you are? This is the remnants of the once Evil Realm, and I am the supreme Ancestral Fiend. Being trapped in the rotting wooden box was due to the suppression by three Immortal Kings," the ancient sinister voice spoke again.

"What? You're the Ancestral Fiend? The Ancestor of Myriad Evils? The one who founded the evil civilization?" Everyone turned pale with shock, instinctively stepping back.

The Ancestral Fiend was one of the oldest among the Immortal Kings, having lived too long and possessing terrifying strength.

Who would have thought that the one trapped inside this rotting wooden box was such an ancient relic?

"Senior brother, we must not let him out. The Ancestral Fiend is the Ancestor of Myriad Evils; once released, who knows how much suffering the world will endure," Chu Gang stood tall, loudly calling out, "Good and evil cannot coexist, we must battle it out for life!"

"What do you mean by 'good and evil cannot coexist'? What is the right path, and what is the evil path? You young child, spouting grand principles, as if I haven't heard enough of that. I've lived through countless eons, and here you are giving me a lecture," the voice from the box said.

"This world isn't simply black and white. You're young, inexperienced, and shallow in the ways of the world and the Great Dao. You probably won't understand my words."

"There are three thousand different paths to the Great Dao, all leading to the same end. They're simply different means to chase after the goal of immortality. The Great Dao has no intrinsic good or evil."