Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chongde City.

Chen Yuan sat upright in the training room with a jade slip hanging in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly and probed his spiritual sense into the jade slip, carefully studying the experiences of the six Yuan family's Nascent Soul cultivators in forming Nascent Souls, with a solemn expression.

Laying the foundation is the formal beginning of the journey to becoming an immortal, while forming an infant is like the carp leaping over the dragon gate, truly getting a glimpse of the path to the great road.

The Nascent Soul is also known as the "Tao Fetus". The cultivator needs to polish his true essence until it is refined and pure, and then draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to break the golden elixir and give birth to the Nascent Soul. From then on, the cultivator will live for more than a thousand years and have great supernatural powers.

However, the Nascent Soul seizes the fortune of heaven and earth and invades the mysteries of the sun and the moon. When the Nascent Soul is formed, heaven and earth will be angry and will bring down three disasters, namely, the Yin Fire Tribulation, the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and the Heart Demon Tribulation. Only by overcoming the disasters can the Nascent Soul be formed.

The experience gained by the six Yuanying cultivators of the Yuan family is how to deal with the three disasters. The various tragic situations among them make Chen Yuan shudder.

Yin fire burns the body, thunder strikes the top of the head, and the inner demon takes away the soul.

The three disasters came one after another. Each of the six Nascent Soul cultivators of the Yuan family, including Yuan Xiang, narrowly escaped death. They were still frightened and said frankly that if it happened again, they would surely die.

According to the jade slips, the Yuan family had nine late Jindan cultivators who were trying to reach the Yuanying stage, but they all died from the three disasters. Most of them were stronger than these six.

This is another terrifying aspect of the Three Disasters. God is jealous of talented people. The stronger and more profound the foundation of the cultivator, the more spiritual energy of heaven and earth he needs to form a baby, and the more powerful the Three Disasters will be.

But this does not mean that the weaker the person, the easier it is to form a baby.

The power of the Three Disasters has a bottom line, and at least 99% of late Jindan cultivators cannot survive it.

Among the remaining Jindan cultivators, the stronger they are, the more terrifying the disaster will be.

On the contrary, a Jindan cultivator who is not so strong, with a bit of luck, can more easily survive the disaster.

At this time, the importance of the spiritual object for forming a baby becomes apparent.

The spiritual objects that can form infants are treasures that can help cultivators resist the three disasters, and they are all rare treasures.

The Tribulation Thunder Pill can barely be considered a spiritual item for forming a Nascent Soul, but for those who take the Tribulation Thunder Pill, although the power of the thunder tribulation will be reduced, the strength after forming a Nascent Soul will also be reduced, and the cultivation will remain at the early stage of the Nascent Soul for the rest of their lives, cutting off one's own path is just a shortcut.

A true spiritual object that can form an infant can not only resist the three disasters, but also will not affect the strength of the cultivator.

In order to survive the tribulation, Jindan cultivators try their best to collect spiritual objects for forming infants.

Especially for cultivators with profound foundation, the disasters are extremely terrifying. Without the help of spiritual objects, they will be in danger of death.

However, spiritual objects for forming infants are extremely precious and priceless. Most of them have fallen into the hands of the ten major sects, and ordinary cultivators rarely see them.

Chen Yuan once saw a Golden Wind Jade Dew Pill at the Fan Yang auction. This pill could condense Golden Wind Jade Dew in the body of a cultivator and resist the burning of Yin Fire. It was a sacred object for forming an infant.

The owner of this Golden Wind Jade Dew Pill offered two kinds of top-grade spiritual materials for the price, but Chen Yuan couldn't afford them, so he could only watch as the pill was bought by a mysterious female cultivator.

Chen Yuan looked at the description of the three disasters in the jade slip and felt quite uneasy.

He has refined two kinds of true spirit blood, his foundation is so profound that no one can match it, and the power of the Three Disasters is probably also unmatched.

It just so happens that "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit" contains methods of cultivation and methods of condensing the Nascent Soul, but there is no method for overcoming tribulations.

I wonder if the sage who created this practice ignored this matter, or thought that such a small matter was not worth mentioning?
At this point, it's useless to think too much.

Chen Yuan could only calm down, sum up the experience and lessons learned from forming a baby, and try his best to prepare for the tribulation.

Seven days passed by in a flash.

On this day, Chen Yuan was studying the jade slip in the practice room.

Zhang Wushan's voice came through the formation: "Brother Chen, Zhang is here to visit."

Chen Yuan's heart moved, he put away the jade slip, stood up and walked out of the training room, opened the courtyard door, and welcomed Zhang Wushan in.

The two of them came to the main hall and sat down as host and guest.

Zhang Wushan smiled and said, "Brother Chen, the elders from the sect who went to the Taimang Mountains to check the spiritual stone veins have returned. They have verified that everything is correct. You have completed your mission. The elders held a meeting this morning and agreed to lend you the spiritual veins."

At this point, he took out a jade token from the mustard seed ring and handed it to Chen Yuan: "Within one year, Brother Chen, with this token, you can enter the mountain gate of our sect at any time and retreat on Wanzhu Peak to form a baby."

Chen Yuan took the jade token and a smile appeared on his face.

He was not worried about the failure of the mission, but after hearing Zhang Wushan say it himself, he could not hide his joy.

After many twists and turns, I finally borrowed the spiritual vein, and the next step is to impact the Nascent Soul stage.

He put the jade token into the mustard seed ring, clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for sending me the token. I will follow Brother Zhang back to the sect and strive for the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhang Wushan nodded: "The longer the night, the more dreams there are. Elder Gu is watching closely. If we delay this any longer, who knows what will happen. It would be better if Brother Chen can have a baby soon."

The two immediately left Chongde City and flew into the Chongde Mountains.

This time, Chen Yuan held the token and did not need Zhang Wushan to open the passage. He passed directly through the sect protection formation and entered the Haoran Sect’s mountain gate.

The two first came to Mingliu Lake to pay a visit to Mr. Qingliu.

On the way, Zhang Wushan explained to Chen Yuan that he must be accompanied by the lay Buddhist Qingliu, who acted as his guarantor, to register at the Zhenfu Hall of the Haoran Sect, which is responsible for the caves, before he could go into seclusion at Wanzhu Peak.

As usual, Mr. Qingliu was fishing by the lake, holding a book and reading it carefully.

The dragon carp floated on the water listlessly, revealing the tender white scales on its belly and letting the sun shine on its body.

Seeing Chen Yuan and Zhang Wushan coming, it glanced at them lazily, without exerting any force on its dorsal fin, and slowly floated away.

The two men descended from the sky and saluted together.

"Chen Yuan meets the senior."

"Master, I have handed the pass token to Brother Chen."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu raised his head and looked at Chen Yuan: "Young friend, are you going to retreat and form a baby today?"

Chen Yuan replied: "That's right."

Lay Buddhist Qingliu asked, "My friend is a physical cultivator, with extraordinary strength and profound background. The power of the Three Calamities must be great. Are you ready to kill the infant spirit?"

Chen Yuan shook his head.

There was a hint of hesitation in Zhang Wushan's eyes, but in the end he said nothing.

He had a spiritual object in his hand that could slightly reduce the power of the Yin Fire Tribulation, but he had spent a huge amount of money and difficulty to collect it in preparation for forming a baby, so there was no way he could lend it to Chen Yuan.

Mr. Qingliu smiled slightly: "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one is escaped by man. The three disasters are both calamities and opportunities."

"My friend is extremely talented. It is a good thing that he does not need to form a spirit creature."

"Remember, on the road to becoming an immortal, you must fight for your life. Fight with the heavens, fight with the earth, fight with others, and fight with yourself."

"If Heaven has sent out murderous intent, then we must go against Heaven and never retreat!"

Chen Yuan clasped his fists and bowed, saying solemnly: "Senior's teachings, I will keep them in mind."

……

Wanzhu Peak is a thousand-foot high peak in the Chaichongde Mountains. It has a branch of a giant spiritual vein, and the concentration of spiritual energy is comparable to that of a large spiritual vein.

There is no Nascent Soul cultivator on this peak who has opened up a cave dwelling. In the past hundred years, no cultivator has formed a Nascent Soul. The spiritual energy is pure and rich, so it was lent to Chen Yuan by the Haoran Sect.

Chen Yuan arrived at the top of Wanzhu Peak, lowered the escape light, raised his sleeve and flicked it, and thirty-six formation flags flew out and were inserted around the top of the mountain.

He took out another array plate and placed thirty-six high-quality spirit stones into the grooves.

The formation plate shone brightly, and the formation flags also lit up one by one. A formation curtain slowly rose and closed, covering the cave, and then disappeared.

Only then did Chen Yuan push open the stone door and step in.

He followed Mr. Qingliu to the Zhenfu Temple to register and received a set of formation plates and flags. For the next three years, he could practice in seclusion at Wanzhu Peak and strive to achieve the Nascent Soul stage.

The formation cannot prevent the three disasters, but it can prevent Chen Yuan from being disturbed by others and allow him to retreat with peace of mind.

The cave was covered with dust, and the few luminous pearls embedded in the wall were either rotten and broken or dim and dark. It was obvious that no one had replaced them for at least a hundred years.

Chen Yuan had amazing eyesight and didn't care about it. He just used the dust removal technique to clear the dust away.

He came to the practice room, took out a cushion, sat cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes.

The experience of forming a Nascent Soul that Zhang Wushan gave him, the preaching and teaching of Shipingshan at the Nascent Soul celebration banquet, and the experience of forming a Nascent Soul of the six Nascent Soul cultivators of the Yuan family, all flowed through his mind.

He sat in meditation for a day and a night, and a mandarin duck jade pendant appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Chen Yuan looked down at the jade pendant with a gentle gaze. He gently stroked it with his fingers a few times. It was smooth and delicate, just like he was holding Jing Shuhan's hand.

After a long time, he put the jade pendant into the space inside his body, closed his eyes again, and his mind was as calm as an ancient well.

The words of Qingliu Layman rang in his ears: "On the road to becoming an immortal, one must fight for one's life. Fight with the heavens, fight with the earth, fight with others, fight with oneself..."

Yu Qing also said this to him once, when he risked his life to obtain the "Red Flame Art".

So what if there is no spiritual creature to form a baby? If heaven has murderous intentions, then I will go against heaven!

Chen Yuan circulated his true energy according to the method in "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit", and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in.

In the dim training room, milky white mist spread.

The spiritual energy was too dense and condensed into spiritual mist, which gradually obscured Chen Yuan's figure.

Outside the cave, spiritual mist slowly condensed around Wanzhu Peak, hiding the top of the mountain.

The monks passing by noticed this, but no one cared and just took a detour.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Haoran Sect all have different cultivation methods, and some of them often practice magical skills, which will cause strange celestial phenomena. They have long been accustomed to it.

But slowly, the spiritual mist gradually spread out, ten feet, thirty feet, fifty feet, a hundred feet, five hundred feet, a thousand feet...

Three months later, the area within a thousand feet was completely covered by spiritual mist, and even several nearby mountain peaks were included.

The cultivators of Haoran Sect then realized that someone had conceived a fetus on Wanzhu Peak. They were envious and stayed even further away from him.

In order to break the elixir and transform into an infant, a large amount of spiritual energy needs to be absorbed, but the cultivator does not absorb it directly into the body. Instead, it condenses it into spiritual mist. When the spiritual energy is filled to the limit and cannot be increased any further, it will be absorbed into the body, breaking the golden elixir and condensing the infant.

These spiritual mists are all contaminated with the aura of the Infant Forming cultivators, and others cannot absorb them. Moreover, they are also continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Other cultivators are unable to practice at all under the cover of the spiritual mist.

Fortunately, the location of Wanzhu Peak is relatively remote, and there are no cultivators who have opened caves within a thousand feet radius, so it will not affect the cultivation of others. Otherwise, Haoran Sect would not have lent this peak to Chen Yuan.

But what was unexpected was that after the spiritual mist spread to a thousand feet, it continued to spread.

One thousand two hundred feet, one thousand five hundred feet, two thousand feet, two thousand two hundred feet, two thousand five hundred feet...the expansion speed of the spiritual mist never stopped, but it just slowed down a lot.

With Wanzhu Peak as the center, an area of ​​nearly three thousand feet in radius was completely covered by thick spiritual mist, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The Chongde Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, but most of them have been developed into spiritual medicine gardens. Only the section with the richest spiritual energy is the gate of the Haoran Sect.

The area covered by this spiritual mist was nearly twenty miles, occupying one-tenth of the Haoran Sect's mountain gate!

Within this range, there are seven mountain peaks where hundreds of low-level cultivators live. Among them, there are two thousand-foot-high peaks that have been turned into cave dwellings by Nascent Soul cultivators.

Shrouded in spiritual mist, these cultivators were unable to practice and had to leave their caves and find somewhere else to stay temporarily.

The entire Haoran Sect was in an uproar. Every day, cultivators came to view the endless spiritual mist and marveled at it.

The spiritual fog is nearly three thousand feet thick, which is unheard of and never seen before.

Even after searching through all the books of Haoran Sect, one cannot find a cultivator who had such a fanfare when forming an infant.

Even the spiritual mist condensed by several Divine Transformation cultivators when they formed their infants was far inferior to that. From the outer disciples in the Qi Refining Stage to the true disciples in the Core Formation Stage, everyone was very curious about who formed their infants on Wanzhu Peak.

As everyone inquired, this person's identity quickly spread throughout the Haoran Sect, leaving everyone stunned.

The person who condensed this spiritual mist was not a cultivator from the Haoran Sect, but a casual cultivator who used the spiritual veins to form a fetus!

……

One year later, at the top of Heyu Peak, in the cave.

Yang Liqian sat opposite Elder Gu, picked up the jade cup on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and looked extremely ugly.

He picked up a jade pot and tilted it slightly. The amber spirit wine flowed into the cup, and the aroma of the wine filled the air.

He picked up the glass again, drank it all, and put it heavily on the table.

boom!
Yan Tongchun, who was standing behind Elder Gu, was shocked and lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Yang Liqian.

"A year has passed, and Chen Yuan has not yet broken his elixir and formed an infant. Could it be that the expansion of this spiritual mist is endless and will cover the entire mountain gate?" Yang Liqian said angrily.

Elder Gu said calmly, "Junior Brother Yang, please be patient. The speed at which the spiritual mist expands is getting slower and slower. In the past year, it has only expanded by less than 500 feet. In my opinion, it will expand to 3,000 feet at most, and then it should stop."

“Three thousand feet!” Yang Liqian’s eyes widened. “Then the Demon God Art is so powerful that it requires so much spiritual energy just to break the pill and transform into an infant?”

Elder Gu said: "The Demon God Art is an ancient technique after all, and Chen Yuan is a physical cultivator who has refined the demon pill of the Kunyu Demon King. He is very powerful, so it is reasonable that he needs more spiritual energy to form a fetus."

Yang Liqian drank another cup of spirit wine and said irritably, "How can I not be anxious? I haven't been back to the cave for a year. If this continues, I will become a laughing stock in the sect!"

The Shenhui Peak where he opened up the cave was more than 2,300 feet away from the Wanzhu Peak. It should not have been affected by Chen Yuan's formation of the infant, but a year ago, it was shrouded by the gradually expanding spiritual mist.

He had to leave the cave temporarily and move to another thousand-foot-high mountain, where he lived for a year.

A year is nothing. After seclusion and hard training, it is just a blink of an eye.

But he had made things difficult for Chen Yuan during meetings before, and now he had to move out of the cave because Chen Yuan was absorbing spiritual energy to form a Nascent Soul. When the other Nascent Soul elders knew about this, they all laughed at him behind his back.

Xinzhai Sanren, who acted on impulse, openly ridiculed him several times, which made him lose face and fly into a rage. He wanted to go to Wanzhu Peak to drag Chen Yuan out.

But the spiritual vein of Wanzhu Peak was lent by the sect to Chen Yuan to form a Nascent Soul, and Chen Yuan was indeed absorbing spiritual energy and striving for the Nascent Soul. It’s just that the area covered by the spiritual mist was a little larger, so there was no reason for him to interrupt the Nascent Soul formation.

For the cultivators whose practice was disturbed by the spiritual fog, Haoran Sect arranged new caves. Almost all of them had richer spiritual energy than the original caves, and the low-level disciples were extremely satisfied.

Another Nascent Soul elder who had no grudge against Chen Yuan was somewhat dissatisfied with being disturbed in his meditation.

But Mr. Qingliu came to visit in person and said something unknown, and the Yuanying elder never mentioned the matter again after that.

Only Yang Liqian was humiliated and was extremely angry, but had no place to vent.

He had no intention of secluding himself, and stared at the spiritual mist every day, hoping that it would dissipate soon so that he could move back to his cave.

But a year passed and there was still no sign of the spiritual mist dissipating. Yang Liqian was so angry that he simply went to find Elder Gu to drink and relieve his sorrow.

Spiritual wine is hard to come by, and Yang Liqian couldn't even get a pot of it.

Elder Gu’s cultivation level was one level higher than his, his wealth was also greater, and he had several jars of spiritual wine in his hands.

Yang Liqian poured another glass of spirit wine and drank it all in one gulp, his face already slightly flushed.

Yan Tongchun felt very distressed watching this, this pot of Hundred Flowers Wine was made from more than a dozen eight-hundred-year-old magical flowers. The fragrance of several flowers was contained in the aroma of the wine, making it a rare treasure in the world.

Elder Gu only had one pound of liquor in his hand. He was lucky enough to have a drink and still remember it. However, Yang Liqian drank it so lavishly. It was such a waste of talent.

But Elder Gu didn't care at all, and said calmly: "Don't be upset, Junior Brother Yang. The more spiritual energy Chen Yuan absorbs, the more powerful the three disasters he will attract."

"He is just a casual cultivator. How can he have any spiritual objects that can form a fetus? When he dies from the three disasters, Junior Brother Yang will be relieved of his anger."

Yang Liqian put down his wine glass and said bitterly, "It's better this way. I was forced to move out of the cave this time, and I lost face. It's okay if Chen Yuan died under the three disasters. Otherwise, I will not let him go after he comes out of seclusion!"

After saying that, he drank two more cups of Hundred Flowers Wine before standing up to say goodbye.

Yan Tongchun escorted him out of the cave. After he came back, Elder Gu said calmly, "Three days later, it will be the day for me to give a lecture. Why are you here today?"

Yan Tongchun clasped his fists and bowed, saying respectfully, "According to Master's instructions, I went to Chongde City to find out about Chen Yuan's background, and learned that a Yuanying cultivator was also trying to find out about Chen Yuan."

"Oh? Tell me about this in detail." There was a slight fluctuation in Elder Gu's voice.

Yan Tongchun said: "I asked a junior brother who is on duty in Chongde City to pay attention to matters related to Chen Yuan."

"This junior brother came to visit me yesterday and said that there was a Nascent Soul cultivator who came to Chongde City a month ago and has been secretly trying to find out about Chen Yuan."

"After he learned that Chen Yuan had used our sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus, he gave up and settled down in Chongde City."

Elder Gu frowned slightly: "What is the connection between this person and Chen Yuan?"

Yan Tongchun shook his head: "I don't know, but this person has learned that Chen Yuan was guaranteed by Elder Qingliu and borrowed the spiritual veins of our sect to form a baby, but he did not visit Elder Qingliu. He is either grudge against Chen Yuan or has other intentions."

Elder Gu nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go meet this man and find out why he is looking for Chen Yuan."

"Yes." Yan Tongchun agreed, "Master, please tell me if I should reveal your name to him?"

Elder Gu said: "If this person has a grudge against Chen Yuan, you can tell me your master's name."

"I understand." Yan Tongchun clasped his fists, bowed, and stepped back.

He walked out of the cave, rode on the light, and flew towards Chongde City. He saw the spiritual mist in the distance ahead, frowned, and had to take a detour.

This piece of spiritual mist has expanded to a radius of more than 2,900 feet, encompassing one-tenth of the mountain gate of Haoran Sect. The monks in the sect often have to take a detour when traveling back and forth, which is very inconvenient.

Yan Tongchun stared at the spiritual mist, a trace of envy in his eyes, and sneered: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters have come together, I want to see how you can survive this time!"

A year and a half ago, he received a jade slip from a beautiful middle-aged female disciple of Luoyue Sect, and learned that a Nascent Soul cultivator was trying to find out the whereabouts of Chen Yuan, apparently wanting to seek revenge on him.

He was skeptical about this and did not say anything, in order to avoid making a wrong judgment and upsetting his master.

It was not until a month ago that the Nascent Soul cultivator came to Chongde City and was still persevering in inquiring about Chen Yuan's news. He was sure that this person must have a grudge against Chen Yuan, and he reported it to his master today.

The phenomenon of Chen Yuan absorbing spiritual energy is so astonishing, the power of the three disasters must be extremely terrifying, and there is also a Nascent Soul cultivator seeking revenge. No matter whether he can successfully form a Nascent Soul or not, he is bound to die.

Yan Tongchun felt a surge of joy in his heart, and even his speed of escape increased a bit.

But at this moment, the spiritual mist in front suddenly surged.

Yan Tongchun was stunned, slowed down his escape speed, and spread out his spiritual sense, and suddenly found that the spiritual mist was slowly rotating with Wanzhu Peak as the center, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

The monks passing by also noticed the abnormality and stopped to look intently.

"Is Chen Yuan finally going to break his elixir and transform into an infant?" a young Confucian scholar murmured.

Another person agreed, "That should be it. He has been absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for two years. The three thousand feet of spiritual mist is unprecedented. If it continues to expand, I wonder if he is going to break through to the Nascent Soul stage or the Divine Transformation stage!"

A glimmer of anticipation flashed across Yan Tongchun's eyes. Chen Yuan was finally going to give birth to a baby. He really wanted to see how horrible Chen Yuan's three disasters would be, and in which disaster he would die.

……

At the top of Wanzhu Peak, inside the cave.

The training room was filled with thick spiritual mist, which was as condensed as substance.

Suddenly, the spiritual mist began to surge towards the center, becoming thinner and thinner, and finally Chen Yuan's figure was revealed.

He sat upright on the cushion, with his five hearts facing the sky, his eyes slightly closed, and spiritual mist poured into his body frantically.

At the same time, the spiritual mist outside the cave continued to flow into the cave, but it could not keep up with the speed at which Chen Yuan absorbed the spiritual energy.

The three thousand feet of spiritual mist turned into a vortex, with Chen Yuan at the center of the vortex, shaped like a funnel.

At this moment, in Chen Yuan's dantian, a golden elixir was suspended above the sea of ​​true essence, like the sun, emitting thousands of golden rays of light.

Endless spiritual energy enters the Dantian and is injected into the golden elixir, forming a sea of ​​spiritual energy, which is far opposite to the sea of ​​true essence below.

The white-headed, barefooted giant ape and the strange fish with the head of a roc and the body of a Kun swam freely in this sea of ​​spiritual energy, opening their mouths wide and swallowing up the spiritual energy.

Fu Haige and the remaining Ice Phantom Glove had already retreated to the side.

They are not Chen Yuan's natal magic weapon and cannot share this spiritual energy.

The process of Chen Yuan absorbing spiritual energy lasted for a whole day and night, and all the cultivators in the Haoran Sect were alarmed.

Thousands of Qi-refining cultivators gathered on the mountains around Wanzhu Peak, and there were also hundreds of Foundation-building cultivators in the sky, staring closely at Wanzhu Peak shrouded in spiritual mist, waiting for this casual cultivator to form a fetus.

Finally, when all the spiritual energy was absorbed by Chen Yuan, the spiritual mist disappeared and Wanzhu Peak saw the light of day again.

In the dim training room, Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a white light flashed, illuminating the stone room like daylight.

In his dantian, the golden elixir absorbed a huge amount of spiritual energy and had expanded to a size of thirty thousand feet. It was shining brightly with golden light, like a real sun. Its surface was covered with cracks, and it seemed to have reached its limit.

The originally illusory bodies of the giant ape and the strange fish now seemed real.

The next moment, the golden elixir shattered, and the golden fragments fell like meteors, hitting the sea of ​​true energy below.

Boom boom boom!
The waves were surging, hitting the invisible barrier ten feet above the sea surface.

More and more golden elixir fragments are falling. Every time a golden elixir fragment falls, it will turn into a rich true essence and merge into the sea of ​​true essence.

The sea of ​​true energy expanded rapidly, and the waves it created became increasingly violent.

The invisible barrier was being hit by huge waves every moment and was shaking violently.

Finally, after all the golden elixir fragments fell and the true essence sea expanded to thirty thousand feet, the invisible barrier shattered!
The giant ape beat its chest and roared, the strange fish let out a long, distant cry, and they all flew into the sky.

After the golden elixir was broken, wisps of pure air inside it condensed into something as solid as a substance, which gathered in the middle and condensed into a Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul was only three inches in size, green in color, with eyes tightly closed. Its face and clothes were exactly the same as Chen Yuan's. Its body was illusory, and compared with the sea of ​​true energy below, it was as small as a mayfly.

But when the Nascent Soul appeared, the surging sea of ​​true essence immediately calmed down.

The giant ape and the strange fish came before the Nascent Soul, opened their mouths and spit out a white flame and a dark spiritual light, which merged into the Nascent Soul's body.

Chen Yuan is unable to refine his own magic weapon, the blood of his true spirit is his own magic weapon.

The white flame and the dark spiritual light entered the body, and the originally illusory body of the Nascent Soul immediately became solid, looking no different from a real person, but still three inches in size.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, and his soul entered the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul slowly opened its eyes, like a newborn baby, and looked at its own Dantian curiously.

After a while, Chen Yuan withdrew his soul, and his Nascent Soul closed its eyes again. He sat cross-legged, suspended above the sea of ​​true energy. Although his body was small, it was the center of Dantian.

In the dim training room, Chen Yuan opened his eyes and felt that his connection with the void became closer, as if a wandering wanderer had returned home.

He knew that if he performed the teleportation technique again, it would definitely be much better than before.

The first step to form an infant, breaking the pill and transforming it into an infant, was successful.

But this was just the beginning. A wisp of pitch-black flame suddenly emerged from a tiny meridian in Chen Yuan's body.

Immediately afterwards, endless black flames rose up, wrapping Chen Yuan from the inside out.

The first disaster of infant formation, Yin Fire Disaster, quietly descends. (End of this chapter)