Chapter 761: Adding another Purple Mansion
Time flies by, and a hundred years have passed unknowingly.
Every time I retreat to break through the bottleneck, it is like groping for a closed door alone in the dark, not knowing where it leads to, and not knowing whether it can be pushed open.
Every time I go out to practice, I brush shoulders with life and death. If I am not careful, I will be doomed.
In this bumpy and dangerous journey of cultivating immortals, time flies quietly.
What is always indispensable is the teaching of my father.
Inadvertently, he has gone through nearly two hundred years in this world.
Even as a leader among warriors and cultivators.
Standing at the peak, most of his life has quietly passed.
The lofty ambitions of the past, under the wear and tear of time and difficulties and obstacles, gradually covered with a layer of vicissitudes.
Looking at his father's body, Wang Dong felt an unprecedented sadness and emotion in his heart.
In this cruel competition for immortals, others may be able to give temporary help and share some experience.
But when faced with a life-or-death dilemma and the shackles of breaking through the realm.
In the end, only self-savior is possible, just like a lone boat sailing in the stormy waves, no one can steer the ship for you.
In this complex emotion of grief and enlightenment.
Wang Dong slowly closed his eyes.
"Father, you gave up the Sun Crystal and gave me the opportunity to break through the realm of the real person, but your son was not motivated and did not fulfill your wish."
"But this time, I must break through to the realm of the real person no matter what."
In a trance, he thought of Ye Yang's previous teachings.
"Junior Brother Wang, this is how cultivation is. The immortal road is difficult. If we want to climb, we can only save ourselves. In this life, we must learn to fulfill ourselves."
"Even if the road ahead is cut off, as long as there is hope in our hearts, there will always be a day when the sun shines brightly."
He bowed silently to Wang Xijing's body.
Whispering softly: "Father, I will definitely carry your expectations and continue to move forward on this immortal road, and live up to your expectations."
The grief, the remembrance of the past, and the expectations for the future all settled deep in my heart.
Wang Dong suddenly had an epiphany.
"The immortal road is difficult. If you want to climb, you have to cross it by yourself. People must learn to fulfill themselves in this life."
"Dong'er, the path of cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current. There are endless difficulties and obstacles. Only by always adhering to your original heart, not being confused by the flourishing flowers in the outside world, and not being shaken by the inner thoughts and disturbances, can you find a ray of light in this vast immortal road."
He kept repeating this sentence.
Then he mobilized the spiritual power around him, trying to merge with the surrounding world.
Wang Dong's breath gradually stabilized.
At this moment, the accumulation of many years was like a river that broke its dam, and it was released in full.
Breathing and moving with this world.
Every bit of mana in motion.
All of them conform to the mysterious and secret rules between heaven and earth.
The vast spiritual energy around him is like a gurgling stream flowing into a river, and all of it converges on him from the huge earth veins of Feitianmen and the Yin-Yang Guixu formation.
Naturally full of power.
In this state of immersion and selflessness.
Wang Dong keenly sensed that the majestic spiritual energy between heaven and earth was slowly converging towards him as if inspired.
Strands of spiritual power are endless.
Flowing into his meridians and internal organs, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood, every part of his body.
With the continuous influx and tempering of spiritual energy, a secret place in his body suddenly opened up.
A warm force began to nourish every inch of his flesh and blood, every part of his body.
This power is as delicate as spring drizzle, and as warm as summer sunshine, making his body feel unprecedented comfort and vitality.
Under the continuous tempering of this power, the Dantian in his body suddenly opened up, as if a ray of light broke out of the darkness.
His mind moved, and he immediately used the method of introspection to explore himself, and saw a touch of purple light appearing in the Dantian.
This purple light was not dazzling, but gave people a soft and vibrant feeling.
"Finally, I have reached the realm of the Purple Palace."
The Purple Palace began to appear, emitting a mysterious and deep purple light, shining brightly.
At this moment, he was filled with indescribable excitement and joy.
"The Purple Palace has been completed, the spiritual roots are stable, and the next step is the critical moment to take a step further on the road of cultivation."
He thought silently, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.
The Purple Palace began to appear, emitting a mysterious and deep purple light, shining brightly.
With a throbbing sound.
The sound spread throughout the Feitian Gate.
On the other side.
In the spiritual and illusory realm, Ye Yang looked at the vast spiritual lake in front of him.
Just now in this spiritual lake, Ye Yang was affected by a magical power, from a staggering baby to a strong teenager.
Then to an old man in his twilight years.
Ye Yang seemed to have seen his own life.
The next moment.
Ye Yang's spirit returned to the real world.
At this moment, Ye Yang's consciousness returned to his body like a tide.
He only felt that the spiritual power around him seemed to have experienced a tempering of fire, becoming more powerful and condensed.
But his heart was still lingering with all kinds of joys and sorrows in the fantasy, those scenes of birth, aging, illness and death, and the cruelty of the sects' infighting, which still left a deep impression on him.
Slowly waking up from the dreamlike but dangerous fantasy,
Ye Yang stood in front of the formation that exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, his face as calm as water.
He followed the method carefully entrusted to him by his ancestor Yuan Dao, and his hands danced like agile spiritual butterflies.
Complex and exquisite seals are formed one by one on the fingertips.
With the perfect conclusion of the last seal, light gurgled out from the base of the formation like a spiritual spring.
Ye Yang's figure was looming in the light curtain.
"Sir, you must be a spy from Beizong."
At this time, the flower ghost on one side was swaying its petals, and the face on the petals kept shaking.
However, Ye Yang did not take her words to heart.
Instead, he focused his attention on the big lake ahead.
"Hurry, the Spiritual Illusion Source Stone is right in front."
As Ye Yang thought in his mind, a hint of excitement appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with a hint of expectation.
He took a deep breath and quickly formed complex seals with his hands. Every gesture was precise, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
As the final gesture of the Void Survival Sword Seal was completed, Ye Yang let out a light drink.
"rise!"
With the sound of Ye Yang's voice.
Immediately, in this vast air, spiritual energy surged from all directions.
It seemed that countless special powers had been mobilized by him, converging into rays of light like sword light or bright starlight, spinning around him.
These starlights gradually condensed and formed, forming a huge array. The center of the array was where Ye Yang was standing.
As the array diagram was activated, a powerful attraction emanated from Ye Yang, pointing directly at the dark blue lake in front of him.
Attracted by this huge force, the lake water fluctuated slightly.
Then, several rays of blue light slowly rose from the bottom of the lake and gradually became clearly visible.
When they were in mid-air, those blue lights appeared and turned out to be several transparent crystal stones.
They float quietly in the air, emitting a faint blue light.
The crystals are about the size of a fist and are in the shape of an octagonal prism. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, and there seems to be flowing brilliance inside. Each crystal seems to contain the luster of the entire world, beating constantly.
"Is this the legendary spiritual source stone?"
Ye Yang whispered to himself, he didn't expect to get this treasure so easily.
The next moment, Ye Yang slowly stretched out his hands, and the several spiritual source stones floated to his hands.
Ye Yang's fingertips lightly touched one of the crystals, and he immediately felt a warm and pure power flow into his body, making his whole body feel refreshed.
He put away these spiritual fantasy source stones and headed towards the exit of the spiritual fantasy realm.
"This is the headquarters of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. Now that the target has been found, it's better not to stay here for too long."
"Leave here as soon as possible and return to your own training place so that you can better study these spiritual source stones."
Ye Yang has already made up his mind.
Just as Ye Yang was about to move forward, a weak voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Sir, wait."
The sound was as thin as a gnat.
He turned around and saw Hua Gui standing not far away at some point, with a trace of imperceptible worry in his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Ye Yang stopped and asked.
Hua Gui hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.
"Sir, I have lived in this spiritual illusory realm for who knows how many years. I have never seen the prosperity of the outside world, nor have I seen too many creatures. It is extremely boring."
"I heard that there is a race called two-legged sheep, which is very similar to you. I really want to see it."
"I wonder if you can take the little one out and regain his freedom." (End of Chapter)