Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the layers of clouds in the sky into an orange-red color, like pieces of brocade slowly drifting by.

In a desolate sea area, the waves are surging, the water is sparkling, and it is quiet and silent.

Suddenly, a thin line appeared out of thin air, slowly expanded, and turned into a circular hole a thousand feet in size.

The inside of the cave is empty, neither black nor white, but a strange gray, giving people a sense of desolation and emptiness.

The orange-red sunset glow shone into the hole, but was completely swallowed up by the desolation, leaving no trace.

But as time passed, the hole gradually grew larger, and the desolate emptiness within it began to take on color, with bright colorful light emerging and spreading in all directions.

After a few days, the cavity had expanded to an area of ​​hundreds of miles, and the rich colorful spiritual light spread to an area of ​​a thousand miles in radius. Wherever it went, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became extremely rich, comparable to a medium-sized spiritual vein.

But the monsters, fish and shrimps in the sea scrambled to flee far away, and the seaweed and corals that could not escape died one after another.

There are no islands in this sea area and it is sparsely populated, but there is a waterway for fleets to travel.

On this day, a fleet of more than ten sailboats came along the ocean current. The people on the boats saw from afar the colorful light that was as big as mountains and covered the sky.

A windlass standing on the lookout hurriedly slid down the mast, ran into the cabin, knocked heavily on a cabin door, and shouted, "Captain, it's bad, there's a large piece of colorful light coming out in front of us, covering the sky, come and have a look!"

"Why are you panicking? We've traveled this sea route so many times. Where are the colorful lights?" A middle-aged man opened the cabin door, walked out, frowned and scolded.

He is the captain of this fleet, with a dark complexion and wearing a short coat. He looks no different from the sailor who is responsible for sailing and looking into the distance, enduring wind and rain all day long.

But he was familiar with the method of using the compass, and was responsible for measuring the positions of the sun, moon and stars, predicting the wind and direction, and guiding the fleet's way. He held a very high position in the fleet.

The young swordsman finally calmed down after being scolded by the captain, but his tone was still a little anxious: "Captain, please go and have a look. The colorful light is dozens of miles away from our fleet, but you can't see the end at a glance. It covers the sky. It must be caused by immortals or monsters!"

Seeing how anxious Liao Shou was, the captain's face finally became a little more solemn and he quickly walked out of the cabin.

Sailing on the sea is no joke. The sea is full of strong winds and waves, and monsters are rampant. If you are not careful, the ship will be destroyed and people will die. No one dares to joke about such a serious matter.

When the two men walked out of the cabin, the captain immediately saw the endless colorful light and gasped.

He had been traveling on the sea for more than twenty years, had experienced life and death, and had seen cultivators fighting with monsters. He was experienced, but he had never seen a scene like this.

"Go and tell the helmsman to stop. We can't go any further! You guys, send flags to the back and tell them to reef the sails and drop anchor to avoid a collision with the ship!"

The captain loudly instructed the crewmen around him, then turned and walked into the cabin to report the matter to the steward who was in charge of all affairs of the fleet.

The steward did not dare to delay and immediately took a sampan to the sturdiest ship in the middle of the fleet.

This fleet belonged to a small family of immortal cultivators. The ship was loaded with a large number of low-level spiritual materials. These were not valuable, but took up a lot of space and could not be loaded into storage bags, so they had to be transported by the fleet.

In order to guard against attacks by monsters and looting by independent cultivators, there will be a cultivator accompanying the fleet.

The steward was terrified when he encountered such a strange thing, and could only ask the monks in the fleet to make the decision.

He reached the deepest part of the cabin and knocked on the door.

After a while, a clear voice came from behind the hatch: "Why did you disturb my practice? Did you encounter a monster?"

The chief steward said respectfully, "Master, a colorful aura appeared in front of the fleet. It is boundless and at least several hundred miles in size. I have ordered the fleet to stop. Can you please take a look?"

"Oh?" A clear voice exclaimed, the cabin door slowly opened, and a middle-aged monk walked out.

This person was full of spiritual energy and had the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining. He used the light body technique and his figure flashed by. Within a few breaths, he walked out of the cabin.

"Hiss! This is..." The middle-aged monk had amazing five senses and saw the colorful spiritual light a hundred miles away at a glance.

He raised his hand and flicked the storage bag at his waist, took out a lotus-shaped magic weapon, stepped forward, rose several dozen feet, and stared at it with a look of surprise and doubt.

The colorful light in the distance flickers and is dazzling, surpassing the brilliance of the sun and the moon and capturing the light of the stars.

The middle-aged cultivator immediately made a judgment that this must be a Nascent Soul cultivator performing a trick. He was fortunate enough to have seen a Jindan elder in the family use his magical powers to kill a level six monster, but the momentum was far less than what was happening here.

He immediately lowered his light and said to the steward who had just walked out of the cabin, "Immediately turn the fleet back the same way. We must not disturb the seniors ahead!"

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" Seeing the slightly flustered look on the middle-aged monk's face, the steward knew that something was wrong and agreed immediately.

He no longer cared about the losses of the fleet on its return voyage. Although immortal cultivators would not specifically kill mortals, if they were disturbed by mortals, they would just kill them without any hesitation and did not take the lives of mortals into consideration at all.

After the steward left, the middle-aged monk looked at the colorful spiritual light in the distance again with a serious expression.

Suddenly, a colorful light flashed and shrank towards the center. Within a few breaths, it disappeared without a trace.

The middle-aged monk watched the endless colorful spiritual light disappear and saw a circular hole tearing through the sky.

There were flashes of colorful colors in the hole, and a phantom of an island slowly emerged below the hole. It was hundreds of miles in size, twice as big as the largest Zhenhai Island in the Yuqing Sea!
The middle-aged monk was stunned and muttered, "This is... the appearance of Jueling Island!"

……

Ink Sea, Blood Island.

Chen Yuan was sitting cross-legged in meditation in the cave, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. A sound transmission note flew into the cave, triggered the formation, and awakened him from his meditation.

He slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he stood up and walked out of the training room, taking the sound transmission note in his hand. It was Wei Changhong who came to visit.

He opened the formation and went out to greet them. The two of them came to the reception room and sat down as host and guest.

Wei Changhong got straight to the point and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Jueling Island has appeared in the world, in the Xuanhu Sea."

"The Grand Elder has issued an order, asking fellow Taoists to leave quickly and arrive at Xuanhu Sea within ten days."

He raised his hand, grabbed a jade slip from the air and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took the jade slip and said seriously, "I will definitely not miss the time."

The two exchanged a few more words, and Wei Changhong stood up to say goodbye: "Time is pressing, so I will not disturb you any more. Jueling Island is very dangerous, so you must be prepared. However, you will be fine if you stay with the Grand Elder."

"I appreciate your kind words, Brother Wei."

Chen Yuan sent Wei Changhong out of the cave, returned to the practice room, and sat down cross-legged.

His mind moved, and the Tongtian Order appeared in his hand. He rubbed it carefully with a complicated expression.

Ever since he obtained the three kinds of body cultivation supernatural powers, he has been waiting for this day to come.

In less than a year and a half, Jueling Island appeared in the world. Fortunately, he was prepared.

The nameless magical power has many similarities with the giant spirit body. Chen Yuan is experienced and he mastered it completely in less than a month.

This technique is based on the cultivator's physical body, and Chen Yuan's physical body is extremely strong. After casting this technique, his physical body becomes solid and can resist low-level magic weapons. Only mid-level magic weapons can hurt him.

His great strength will also increase by a small amount. Although it is far from stimulating Zhu Yan's true blood, the consumption of true energy is also reduced a lot. It can be used as a conventional means to solve Chen Yuan's urgent needs.

In addition to stimulating true blood, he finally mastered the second physical cultivation magical power. He no longer had to stimulate Zhu Yan's true blood when encountering an enemy, so he could be much more relaxed.

Unfortunately, there are too few magical powers suitable for physical cultivation. Most of them are magical powers that strengthen the body, such as the nameless magical power and the Burning Blood Refining Essence Art. There are very few magical powers like the Demon Blade Technique that can change the body, and they are very monotonous.

This can only be compensated by magic weapons. Two months ago, Patriarch Yuntian sent people to the Blood Island and handed over Binghuan, which had been upgraded to a mid-level magic weapon, to Chen Yuan.

It was very simple for Binghuan to upgrade from a top-grade spiritual weapon to a low-level magic weapon, but it took him nearly two years to upgrade from a low-level magic weapon to a mid-level magic weapon.

The improvement of magic weapons involves spirituality. The time that Binghuan has been nurtured in Chen Yuan's Dantian is not enough. If he wants to upgrade it to a mid-level magic weapon, he can only use the means of refining equipment to integrate a trace of spirituality from several bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk into the magic weapon. This requires extreme patience.

Fortunately, Binghuan is made from thousand-year-old ice silk as the main material, otherwise it would take at least five years to refine it.

The Ice Illusion, which has been upgraded to a mid-level magic weapon, is tougher than before. It can easily resist mid-level magic weapons, and can even resist one or two high-level magic weapons, just like the Yuan Lu Jia.

But Yuanluo Armor is a defensive magic weapon. In addition to resisting magic weapons, it can also eliminate the attacks that come with magic weapons.

Binghuan is just a pair of gloves, which will not be damaged when facing mid-level magic weapons.

Chen Yuan still needs to take the responsibility of resolving the attack from the magic weapon on his own.

In addition, Binghuan's ice power has also been greatly enhanced, which can affect magic weapons of the same level, slowing down their flying operations, and even freezing low-level magic weapons directly if encountering them.

From now on, even if Chen Yuan does not use Zhuyan True Fire, he will be able to restrict his opponent's magic weapon.

...One day later, Chen Yuan quietly left Blood Island and headed for Xuanhu Sea.

The Xuanhu Sea is not far from the Mo Sea, only less than 20,000 miles away, so ten days is more than enough time.

Just after Chen Yuan left the Blood Island, the blue talisman in his dantian suddenly glowed.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he felt as if he was falling into an icy cave. It seemed that a disaster could happen at any time.

This is a warning from the cultivator's spiritual perception. This feeling will only occur when one's life is in danger.

But as he got closer to the Xuanhu Sea, the coldness became weaker.

Chen Yuan understood in his heart that this was Elder Yuntian reminding him not to play any tricks, otherwise the blue talisman would explode immediately.

Five days later, he finally arrived at a small island in the Xuanhu Sea according to the location marked on the jade slip.

The blue talisman calmed down again, and the chill that surged from the bottom of his heart disappeared.

There is a small spiritual vein on this island, which is occupied by a small sect and a market town has been opened there.

When Chen Yuan entered the market town, he concealed his cultivation level and looked like just a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

Every day he sat in a teahouse in the market town, sipping tea leisurely, and would stay there all day long.

Three days passed like this. When Chen Yuan was sitting by the window on the third floor drinking tea, a figure walked up to the third floor, sat down opposite him, and said with a smile: "Friend Chen, you are in a good mood. The opening of Jueling Island is imminent, and you are still so leisurely."

When this person opened his mouth, Chen Yuan realized his existence. He looked closely and found that it was the ancestor Yuntian.

He stood up and bowed deeply: "Junior Chen Yuan, greetings to the senior!"

His voice was quite loud, but several monks who were drinking tea and chatting around him seemed not to notice it and turned a blind eye to Chen Yuan's actions.

Patriarch Yuntian had blinded all their senses. In their eyes, Chen Yuan had always been alone, sitting by the window sipping tea, and could not see Patriarch Yuntian at all.

This is the Nascent Soul cultivator, like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail.

Only when one practices to this level can one be said to have a bit of the deity's aura.

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Please take a seat, young friend. There is no need to be polite."

Chen Yuan did not refuse and sat down again. He picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Old Ancestor Yuntian and served it with both hands.

A trace of surprise flashed across Patriarch Yuntian's eyes. He took the teacup, put it aside, and said with a smile, "When I visited you on Blood Island before, you were quite reserved, but now you are much more relaxed."

"But because the Absolute Spirit Island is about to open, you are no longer worried?"

Chen Yuan said: "Yes, I have figured it out. Since the senior has taken a fancy to me, I must go to Jueling Island. I just need to serve the senior well. There is no point in worrying about gains and losses."

He raised the teacup in his hand, drank the remaining tea in the cup, poured another cup of spiritual tea, and sipped it slowly.

Patriarch Yuntian nodded slightly: "My friend is quite open-minded, but I am a little worried."

He raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and a red light dot the size of a soybean flew into Chen Yuan's body.

Chen Yuan's face changed and he immediately looked inside himself, but after the red light entered his body, it disappeared.

He scanned every inch with his spiritual sense, but could not find any trace of the red light.

He withdrew his consciousness and looked at Patriarch Yuntian, his face uncertain: "What do you mean, Senior?"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "Don't worry, my friend. This is just an insurance policy."

"After the opening of the Absolute Spirit Island, you will need to pass three trials, and I only need to pass the third trial, so I will separate from you."

"I once thought about what I should do if you pass the first or second test and leave Blood Island."

"After thinking it over, I can only use this method to remind you, little friend, so that you won't make a big mistake if you make the wrong decision."

"Jue Ling Island will be opened tomorrow. In two months, if you still cannot pass the three trials, this dark energy will explode, and you will definitely die."

Chen Yuan's face turned very ugly: "Senior, you worry too much. After you planted the talisman in my dantian, my life and death are in your hands. How dare I have any other thoughts?"

Patriarch Yuntian smiled and said, "If we were outside Jueling Island, I wouldn't have to use this method."

"But Jueling Island can cut off all connections, so I have no choice but to do this."

"But you are very strong. Two months is enough for you to pass the three trials."

Chen Yuan clenched his left hand tightly in his sleeve, but his face remained calm as usual, and he even forced a smile: "Junior will definitely do his best."

Patriarch Yuntian nodded slightly and stood up: "Let's go, Jueling Island is not close to here, I will take you there."

Chen Yuan put down the teacup in his hand and placed three medium-grade spirit stones on the table. He followed behind Patriarch Yuntian, rode on the light of escape, and flew out of the teahouse.

No one noticed Chen Yuan's departure until a quarter of an hour later, when a young servant who went upstairs to serve tea to the guests was surprised to find that Chen Yuan, who was sitting by the window, had disappeared.

His expression changed and he quickly walked to the table. He was relieved when he found three medium-grade spirit stones on the table.

Chen Yuan ordered the teahouse's signature "Su Yu Tea", which was expensive. If he left without permission, the owner would definitely be angry with him.

Although he has reached the second level of Qi Refining, his aptitude is too poor and his cultivation is low, not much different from ordinary people.

The young servant, still frightened, raised his hand and used a dust-removing technique to sweep away the dust on the table, then picked up the teapot on the table.

Only then did he realize that there was still half a pot of residual tea in the teapot. The senior who had established his foundation had left before finishing his tea.

The young servant's heart skipped a beat. He looked around subconsciously, put the teapot into the tattered storage bag around his waist, and hurried down the stairs.

The senior who had established his foundation might not care about this pot of leftover tea, but if he got this small half pot of spiritual tea, he could improve his cultivation by one level, and even have a chance to break through the bottleneck in the middle stage!
The young servant's heart was pounding, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in his long-numb heart.

……

Patriarch Yuntian released a beam of light, which wrapped around Chen Yuan and flew towards Jueling Island at an extremely fast speed.

On the way, Chen Yuan's mood gradually calmed down, and he asked a question he had been thinking about for a long time: "The nameless magical power that the senior gave me seems to have a long history. I wonder what it is called?"

Patriarch Yuntian asked, "Why do you want to ask about this, young friend?"

There was no emotion in his voice. Chen Yuan explained, "The other two magical powers, the Devil Blade Technique and the Burning Blood Refining Essence Technique, are extremely powerful, but they require certain conditions. I cannot practice them, so I can only practice this nameless magical power."

“It’s just that this nameless magical power seems to have some unfinished meaning. I would like to ask, is this magical power derived from a more powerful physical cultivation magical power?”

Patriarch Yuntian frowned and asked, "Is this true?"

"I got this magical power by chance when I was traveling around the continent. It has no name, so I can't tell you its origin."

"If you are interested, you can go to Jiuxianzhou to look for subsequent magical powers in the future."

In less than an hour, the two arrived outside Jueling Island and stopped their escape.

Chen Yuan had seen Jueling Island once in the memory of Master Qingyou, but the majesty of the Jueling Island in his memory was not even one-tenth of what he saw with his own eyes.

Jueling Island hangs hundreds of feet above the sea, shrouded in a layer of hazy fog. A few mountain peaks can be vaguely seen, but they are soon covered again by the slowly flowing fog.

This giant island, which is larger than any other island in Yuqing Sea, gives people an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, as if facing an old man in his twilight years.

Below the Jueling Island, the sea was calm and waveless, like a huge mirror, even quieter than the Silent Sea, as silent as death.

Chen Yuan suddenly realized that this sea area was dead.

Patriarch Yuntian looked up at the Jueling Island above him, a trace of memories flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Follow me into the island!"

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and he took out the Tongtian Order from the mustard seed ring, and a bright light shone.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the void in front of Chen Yuan, swallowing his body.

The familiar feeling of spatial compression came, but it was very weak and Chen Yuan did not feel any discomfort.

His eyes blurred, and when he came to his senses, he was already in front of a large hall. (End of this chapter)