"Mao Mao, do you know of any magical artifacts in this world that can store as much spiritual energy as an entire spiritual realm?"
Chu Ling Wei made a comparison. She always felt that the spiritual energy in Wu Ming's saber was even more than that in the spiritual realm.
"Never seen one," the Phantom Cat earnestly searched its inheritance for information, then shook its head. "A secret realm's spiritual energy can probably only be contained by a secret realm itself."
"Wei Wei, does such a magical artifact truly exist?" Feng Ming asked curiously. Any artifact so powerful, no matter who it belonged to, would be coveted.
"Yes, I've even seen it with my own eyes," Chu Ling Wei nodded. The artifact in Wu Ming's hand was perhaps even more formidable than a divine artifact.
Chu Ling Wei dared not imagine what kind of person could possess such a magical artifact.
"Could it be that nameless one?" Feng Ming's small body couldn't help but shrink. It was too terrifying. No wonder she felt that male cultivator was somewhat frightening.
"Wei Wei, that person is following us," the Phantom Cat suddenly turned, sensing the male cultivator was indeed trailing them, and immediately became alert.
Chu Ling Wei stopped her flying artifact and looked at Wu Ming, who was standing on his saber. As their eyes met, a smile flashed in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared on her flying artifact.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Ming, are you planning to latch onto me?" Chu Ling Wei frowned. Being with this person had brought her no benefits, only encountered plenty of dangers.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, I am severely injured. Please take care of me for a while." Wu Ming forced a bitter smile and looked weakly at Chu Ling Wei. Before Chu Ling Wei could reply, he collapsed onto the flying artifact.
Chu Ling Wei's expression darkened. She truly wanted to kick this man off the artifact.
"Wei Wei, why do I feel like this person is going to die?" Feng Ming walked closer to Wu Ming, her face full of confusion. The death energy on him was so dense; he should die soon.
"Even if all the cultivators in the entire spiritual realm died, he wouldn't," Chu Ling Wei chuckled lightly. She took out a few pills from her storage bag and fed them to Wu Ming. Seeing his face gradually regain color, she sat down beside him.
"Wei Wei, these pills have no effect on his injuries at all." Feng Ming watched Wu Ming consume the pills Chu Ling Wei gave him and was surprised to find that they did not make the male cultivator before her improve even slightly.
Chu Ling Wei was also perplexed. In the heart of the spiritual realm, these pills had no effect on Wu Ming, which she could understand. However, now that they had left the center of the spiritual realm, why did her pills still have no effect on him?
"Mao Mao, come quickly and see, what is this thing?"
Wu Ming closed his eyes. Hearing Chu Ling Wei's words, the corner of his mouth twitched. Since when had he become a "thing"?
The Phantom Cat leaped directly onto Wu Ming, examining what kind of being he was.
"How strange, why can't I find out what he is?" The Phantom Cat felt its abilities diminishing. Here, it had encountered many things it couldn't solve, and now it couldn't even discern what species a person belonged to.
"Is he human?" Chu Ling Wei was not surprised at all. She had suspected that this person might not be an ordinary cultivator.
"Probably," the Phantom Cat replied uncertainly.
"Is he a demon?"
"It doesn't seem like it."
"Is he a devil?"
"I'm not sure."
Chu Ling Wei's face darkened. Even this was uncertain.
Feng Ming saw that the Phantom Cat couldn't even determine the identity of the male cultivator before them and couldn't help but laugh. "Mao Mao, you're so stupid, you can't even tell if he's human?"
"He looks very much like a human now, but his injuries are something no ordinary person could endure," the Phantom Cat retorted loudly, glaring at her angrily. It then said to Chu Ling Wei, "Wei Wei, if he were an ordinary cultivator with such severe injuries, he would have been dead already."
"What if he's a powerful being at the Dominator realm?"
"Even a powerful being at the Dominator realm couldn't withstand such injuries," the Phantom Cat was certain. Even a Dominator realm expert, if severely injured like this, would have their cultivation regress and would be unable to maintain their current state.
"Wei Wei, he's definitely not human. Since even a Dominator realm expert can't maintain this state, why don't we just throw him away?" The Phantom Cat stared vigilantly at Wu Ming. This man was too dangerous; keeping him with Wei Wei must have some ulterior motive.
Feng Ming immediately nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, Wei Wei, this person is too dangerous. We can't keep him here. Perhaps he was deliberately left behind."
This male cultivator could kill those high-level spirit beasts all at once; killing them would be as easy as lifting a finger.
"Alright, since he wants to stay here, let him stay," Chu Ling Wei wanted to figure out this person's identity. Since he trusted her so much, why should she push him away?
Feng Ming and the Phantom Cat exchanged a look, both appearing bewildered. They were increasingly confused about what Chu Ling Wei was thinking.
"Who is it?!"
Suddenly, a very powerful aura rushed towards them from ahead. Chu Ling Wei stood up and drove her flying artifact to quickly dodge to the side.
"He's injured?" A male cultivator appeared before Chu Ling Wei, his gaze fixed on Wu Ming on the flying artifact, with a malicious glint in his eyes.
"You know him?"
Chu Ling Wei looked at the male cultivator before her. He was still in the Spirit Wheel realm, but the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from him as he flew towards them indicated that his combat power must be very high.
Perhaps he had entered this spiritual realm together with Wu Ming.
"More than just know him," the male cultivator laughed. He retracted his gaze from Wu Ming and turned it to Chu Ling Wei. His eyes widened slightly. "Are you a disciple of the Spiritual Cultivation Academy?"
"Yes."
Chu Ling Wei scrutinized the male cultivator. He wore ordinary magic robes, which gave no clue to his identity.
"My name is Wei Xiang Yang, and I am also a disciple of the Spiritual Cultivation Academy." A bitter expression flickered in Wei Xiang Yang's eyes. Once, he had been the most outstanding disciple of the Spiritual Cultivation Academy, enjoying boundless glory. However, he would never be able to leave this place in his lifetime.
"You are Wei Xiang Yang?" Chu Ling Wei was startled by Wei Xiang Yang's introduction. "You've been here for seven hundred years."
The Spiritual Cultivation Academy had a roster of disciples who had entered the spiritual realm, which Chu Ling Wei had seen before.
"To think, someone still remembers me." Wei Xiang Yang laughed heartily. He had thought that no one in this world would remember him.
"The academy has a record of you," Chu Ling Wei looked at Wei Xiang Yang. His eyes were somewhat strange. "The roster states that you were killed by a spirit beast."