My Informative Cultivation Life

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"Ant, as I cannot extricate myself right now, I'll let you live a little longer. The day I arrive in person will be the day you certainly die."

"Mo Wudao, Bridge of Life and Death!" Yang Ji looked up, gazing in the direction where the Bridge of Life and Death had gone.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Everyone surrounded him with concerned faces.

"I'm fine!" Yang Ji shook his head.

"Heh heh, that stone bridge is a Supreme Demonic Artifact, very powerful indeed. To send a projection across endless time and space to bombard you, it could crush you to smithereens. If the bridge itself came to suppress you, you would definitely be suppressed."

"What do you say, do you want to make a deal with me? Let me out, and I guarantee your safety!"

Yang Ji did not respond to him, nor did he let him be. Instead, he picked it up with a backward swipe of his hand and pondered alone.

"You're delusional if you think you can contend with a Supreme Demonic Artifact. To withstand it head-on is but a path to death. Let me out, and I'll make that Bridge of Life and Death useless with just one move." The Rail Wooden Box laughed sinisterly, constantly whispering in Yang Ji's ear.

"If you're so powerful, how come you're suppressed and imprisoned in this tiny Rail Wooden Box?" Yang Ji said impatiently.

"..." The Rail Wooden Box was taken aback and said, "Lad, oh no, young brother, this is a matter of life and death, you really shouldn't be angry with me. Only I can protect you given the current situation."

Yang Ji ignored him and furrowed his brow, murmuring to himself, "Three years have passed, and Mo Wudao is still unable to extricate himself, only able to manifest the Bridge of Life and Death's projection to strike at me. Could it be that he's trapped somewhere dangerous and can't get out?"

"Yang Ji, could that be a possibility?" Yan Zhan approached and said, "This Battlefield of Inheritances is created by the Celestial King of the Heavenly Court from countless fragments of shattered realms and pieces of the Origin Battlefield. While it is filled with good fortune, it is also fraught with danger.

Mo Wudao could very well be trapped in a deadly place while treasure-hunting and unable to free himself."

"If that's the case, it would be greatly advantageous for me!" As he spoke, Yang Ji frowned, "However, the trial for the true inheritance lasts three hundred years. I have no idea when Mo Wudao will be able to escape his predicament."

"To defeat him, the only chance is to attain good fortune before he frees himself during this period."

"Hey, hey, am I not your good fortune? Good fortune is right in front of you, where else are you going to find it?" The Rail Wooden Box complained resentfully.

Yang Ji was taken aback and weighed the box in his hand, pondering the situation.

Seeing Yang Ji's thoughtful expression, the Rail Wooden Box persisted, "Young brother, let me out, and I guarantee you'll achieve the number one true inheritance."

"The youngster you defeated earlier had an ancient relic on him. Without my help, you'd definitely not have been able to beat him."

"Right, let me ask you something. If you answer honestly, we can still make a deal." Yang Ji, upon hearing this, asked the question that had been on his mind, "What kind of realm is the Evil Demon Realm, and who is lurking within it?"

"Honestly, I'm not entirely certain myself. However, when I secretly contested with him, judging by the aura he emitted, he should be a Quasi-Imperial Monarch of the Evil Demon Realm. The atmosphere of the realm is also inferior to one created by an Immortal King, suggesting that he's probably a Quasi-Immortal King. Of this, I am certain."

"Had it been an Immortal King, it's impossible that they'd be beaten to near death; for an Immortal King has proven the Dao, capable of merging with the Great Dao. The Great Dao is indestructible; the Immortal King cannot be destroyed, and at such a level, one can only be suppressed, not killed."

The Rail Wooden Box told the truth.

"A Quasi-Immortal King level being?" Yang Ji felt a headache coming on; he had actually provoked such a figure.

"Young brother, the reason he harbors the intention to kill you probably lies in your knowledge of his hiding spot and identity. If he's so fearful, he's likely avoiding powerful enemies. Killing you must be to silence you," the Rail Wooden Box speculated.

"But don't worry, I am a strong Immortal King. Once you let me out, a flick of my finger would crush him! I guarantee your peace of mind."

"Letting you out is absolutely out of the question!" Yang Ji shook his head.

"..." The Rail Wooden Box paused, a little shocked, "Young brother, this is unkind of you. I've spoken the truth, and yet you play tricks."

"I definitely cannot let you out now, but once I achieve the Immortal King Fruit Position, I'll certainly free you," Yang Ji spoke earnestly.

"What? Wait until you become an Immortal King? You lad... young brother, can you actually achieve that?" The Rail Wooden Box showed a flicker of irritation.

"If I am unable to become an Immortal King and meet with demise along the way, I can certainly release you ahead of time," Yang Ji said.

"Hmm? That wouldn't be too bad, but it's still too long a wait."

"You may think your aspiration to become an Immortal King is presumptuous, but you definitely have the qualification of a True Immortal, and you could live for countless millennia. We need to find a middle ground, a way to let me out earlier," the Rail Wooden Box said, "Young brother, I know you're talented, unlike those who are conventional and rigid.

Let me out, and I can truly grant you endless fortune, even taking you as a disciple and teaching you the Evil Ancestor True Scripture."

"No, letting you out is not subject to negotiation," Yang Ji was not a fool. Liberating such a supreme being in advance carried risks far outweighing the benefits.

"Senior, if you want to get out sooner, help me grow stronger quickly and achieve the Immortal King fruit position."

"Tell me all about any opportunities or treasure lands."

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