Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Thirteen miles south of Leping County, there is a low mountain, about thirty feet high, with beautiful scenery.

On the gentle slope on the north side of the mountain, covered with green grass, stands a broken monument with the upper half cut off.

A beam of light fell, revealing Chen Yuan's figure. He slowly walked to the broken monument.

The words on the remaining stele are difficult to recognize, and only the two words "Erniu" can be vaguely seen.

Behind the broken stele was a slope with wild grass swaying in the wind.

This is the burial place of the old scholar. This monument was erected by Chen Yuan himself.

He still remembered that the old scholar's tomb was built very neatly and the stele was made of the finest stone. Zhao Shan invited the best craftsman in Leping County and chose a location with the best feng shui.

But Feng Shui was obviously of no use. The old scholar's grave had disappeared and his tombstone had been destroyed.

More than one hundred and eighty years later, everything has changed beyond recognition.

Chen Yuan sighed lightly, raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the broken monument from 180 years ago turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

The old scholar lost the last trace he left in the world.

Chen Yuan took out a tombstone from the mustard seed ring. It was exactly the same as the one from 180 years ago, and was also made of the finest stone.

He bought this in Leping County after leaving Chenjia Village. He spent ten taels of silver on it. Only wealthy people could afford it.

Chen Yuan had no silver in his hand, so he took out a jade pendant from the corner of the mustard seed ring. He didn't know which monk it came from, but it was priceless, so he gave it to the stonemason.

The stonemason was very frightened, and became even more frightened when he saw Chen Yuan suddenly disappear.

Chen Yuan looked at the stele, pondered for a moment, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and carefully wrote a few words on the stele, stroke by stroke.

The tomb of our teacher, the scholar Yan Xiangpei, was erected by his student Chen Yuan.

He withdrew his hand, and suddenly a green jade pendant appeared in his palm. One side was engraved with mountains, rivers, and Baiyun Fairy Palace, and the other side was engraved with the word "Lingyun". The texture was delicate and warm, and the carvings were lifelike and ingenious.

Chen Yuan stroked the jade pendant in his hand and looked at the tombstone quietly.

After a long time, he slowly took two steps back, bowed deeply, and flew into the sky with a flash of light.

The hillside was still quiet, except that there was one broken stele missing and one brand new one.

Around the stone tablet, the weeds are still swaying in the wind.

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A small mountain range stretching for more than ten miles, with undulating hills, sparse vegetation, covered with yellow sand and gravel, dry rivers, and thin spiritual energy.

One of the barren mountains is about a hundred feet high and is completely bare. The loess on the surface of the mountain has been completely lost, leaving only grayish-white rocks.

On the mountainside, there is a dark cave. The entrance of the cave is about ten feet high and extremely deep, with no bottom in sight.

One day, a beam of light fell at the entrance of the cave, revealing Chen Yuan's figure.

He looked at the deep cave entrance in front of him and stepped in.

After re-erecting the monument for the old scholar, he left Leping County and headed straight here.

The ancient teleportation array is in this cave.

The interior of the cave was dark and without light. After walking for dozens of feet, it gradually became wider and finally turned into an empty stone hall.

Chen Yuan walked into the stone hall, but in Chen Yuan's eyes, it was as bright as day.

The stone hall is about an acre in size, with a stone platform in the middle, one foot above the ground.

There should have been an exquisite teleportation array on the stone platform, but it no longer exists.

The stone platform was covered with traces of cuts from sharp blades, crisscrossing and completely unrecognizable. Only one corner was intact, with complicated black lines breaking through it, like twisting earthworms, extremely ugly.

But after seeing this scene, Chen Yuan was relieved. What he was most worried about was that the teleportation array would be completely wiped out.

As long as a part of it remains, it can be repaired.

He looked around and found that the stone hall was empty. The rotten formation flags left behind by Master Qingyou had all disappeared.

The top wall above the stone platform is black, very different from the surrounding color.

When he was teleported that year, a silver-white beam of light penetrated the barren mountains and reached the sky. These black rocks were filled in later.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze thoughtfully. It seemed that not many people knew about the existence of this ancient teleportation array.

Otherwise this place would not have remained largely in its original state, with even the barren hills being refilled.

I don’t know what role Liu Fan played in all this. One day, I’ll have to find out for myself.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes. He memorized the appearance of the teleportation array in his mind, then turned and walked out of the cave.

He flew into the sky, took out the formation plates and flags from the mustard seed ring, set up a formation, and the entrance of the cave twisted and slowly disappeared into the air.

He got this illusion array from Tian You. It is useless to Nascent Soul cultivators, but cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage cannot see through it.

With a flash of light, Chen Yuan flew northward, heading straight for the Lingyun Mountains.

When he flew over Huanyue Market, his speed slowed down a little.

When he met Liu Fan outside the Fantasy Moon Mountains, he performed the Blood Escape Technique four times in a row, was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and his Duyun Boat was damaged. He barely escaped from Liu Fan's hands.

This escape lasted for more than a hundred years.

From a bird's eye view, Huanyue Market is still as prosperous as it was 180 years ago.

After leaving Huanyue Market, Chen Yuan did not stop all the way. In just a few hours, he arrived at the Lingyun Mountains thousands of miles away.

Looking at the towering wall of clouds, Chen Yuan slowed down his escape.

This wall of clouds that covered the sky made every disciple of Lingyun Sect feel awe, including Chen Yuan.

But now it seems that the ten thousand feet cloud wall is only majestic in appearance, but in reality it is just a facade and can only stop Jindan cultivators.

In front of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the cloud wall was vulnerable. This was definitely not the Lingyun sect's true protective formation.

He took out the jade identity token that had been lying in the corner of the mustard ring for more than a hundred years, and entered the cloud wall without encountering any hindrance.

As long as his natal lamp is not extinguished, he will still be a disciple of Lingyun Sect.

After passing through the cloud wall, Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly opened up.

An endless stretch of mountain range came into Chen Yuan's sight.

There are more than a dozen thousand-foot peaks piercing the sky, with lush green pines and cypresses, towering ancient trees, waterfalls flying in the sky, gurgling springs, cranes spreading their wings, and white apes playing around.

Grand palaces and pavilions, magnificent buildings are dotted among them. Long stone corridors are like ropes tied to the mountainside, connecting the buildings together.

Looking down, one could see rays of light flying back and forth, and in the valleys between the mountains, the monks’ footsteps were hurried, as small as ants.

More than a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Compared to when he joined Lingyun Sect, the mountain gate seemed to have not changed at all.

But upon closer inspection, the escaping lights in the sky were much sparser than before, and there were also fewer monks walking in the mountains.

Chen Yuan flew forward. He did not reveal his cultivation level and was inconspicuous among the foundation-building cultivators who flew past.

He came to a mountain peak south of the mountain gate and escaped in a flash.

This peak is only about a hundred feet high and has a short shape. Although the scenery is beautiful, it seems a bit ordinary among the many majestic peaks of Lingyun Sect.

This is Yunyin Peak, and it is also where Chen Yuan's cave is located. (End of this chapter)