Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 577 Struggle for Crossing

After the soul of the ancestor Kuixing passed away, the wings behind Chen Yuan slowly folded up and his white hair turned back to black.

He raised his hand to recall the Zixu Sword and Chongxuan Peak, and stored them in his dantian.

It was not until this time that the hermit Qingliu in the distance moved and flew towards this side.

After entering this secret space, he stood aside with his hands behind his back, watching quietly without intervening in the fight between the two.

He knew that he was no match for the Kuixing Patriarch, and he was not worried that Chen Yuan would be defeated by this man.

However, the strength displayed by Patriarch Kuixing still surprised him a little. It was not inferior to Kun Tong and Elder Gu at all.

He secretly sighed in his heart, the physical cultivation was indeed amazing.

Although Patriarch Kuixing is a casual cultivator, his strength is not inferior to the cultivators of the same level from the ten major sects, and Chen Yuan is far superior to them.

Chen Yuan turned and flew towards Mr. Qingliu, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

When he passed by the place where the body of Kuixing ancestor fell, he snapped his fingers and a nimble firebird flew out, burning the body to ashes.

When Lay Buddhist Qingliu saw this, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Chen, death is the greatest thing. Although Kuixing killed many people, he has already been executed. Why do we need to burn all his corpses?"

Chen Yuan was stunned: "What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist?"

Lay Buddhist Qingliu said sternly, "It is often said that the dead are at peace. Previously in the Demonic Plain, you burned the bodies of Junior Brother Gu, Junior Brother Yang, Yuntian, and Zong Lufang to ashes."

"After the fur of Kunhai's demon dan wings was taken away by Daoyou, it was also burned to ashes. Why do you want to insult his body?"

Chen Yuan laughed: "Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. In my hometown, there are many people and little land. In order to occupy less land so that our descendants will not have no land to farm, most people burn their bodies after death, and then collect the ashes in a box and bury them in the ground."

"I am used to it, so I burned the bodies of several people to prevent them from being exposed in the wilderness and having trouble in peace after death."

Mr. Qingliu was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically: "So that's how it is. I was wrong about you. Customs change with the place and the time."

"The land of Yuqing Sea is precious. If a person were to be placed in a coffin after death, it would take up too much space."

"Burning the body to ashes and then burying it is in line with the doctrine of the mean, which is good."

Chen Yuan saw that he had misunderstood his meaning, and it was difficult to explain, so he smiled and said: "Although mortals have a short lifespan, it is actually no different from cultivators like us. We are all sailing against the current and struggling to survive."

"It's just that what we seek is immortality and freedom, and what we fight for are the treasures of heaven and earth. Once our cultivation stagnates and our life span comes to an end, we will turn into a pile of bones."

"But ordinary people seek food and clothing for their livelihood, and strive for wealth and glory. Once they have no money, they will freeze to death and turn into a handful of yellow earth."

"But what remains unchanged is that both monks and mortals must fight against the heavens, the earth, people, and themselves. They must not stop and retreat for even a moment."

Mr. Qingliu nodded slightly, stroked his beard and sighed: "Daoyou, you are right. We may seem to be high above, but in fact, we are also struggling to cross the sea. We just don't know when we can reach the shore..."

Chen Yuan recalled that after listening to the words of the green robe array spirit, his Dao heart was on the verge of breaking, but then became more perfect. He said calmly: "Where there is a sea, there is a shore. There is no need to worry about the depth of the sea or the distance of the shore. Just strive forward."

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of Qingliu Jushi: "Daoyou is right. If I can hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening. I have no hope of the great way in this life, but as long as I can still take a step, I will never stop."

The two smiled at each other, flew out of this secret space, and flew towards the depths of Jueling Island.

……

The sun is high in the sky, the sea and the sky are connected, the waves are blue and the sea is peaceful and the river is clear.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles around Jueling Island, the sea surface is like a mirror, reflecting the sparkling golden light.

Suddenly, two white lights flashed in the air, and two figures slowly emerged.

One of them was very young, looking only about twenty years old, wearing a white gown, with a tall and slender figure, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

The other person was an old man in gray clothes with a few long beards under his chin. There was a hint of joy in his slightly cloudy eyes.

The grey-robed old man clasped his fists and bowed to the young monk, saying with a smile: "Thanks to your help, fellow Taoist, I finally got this Qingfeng Bamboo, which relieved a worry of mine."

The young monk smiled and said, "You are too kind, my friend. It is just a small favor, not worth mentioning."

"But Elder Gu and Elder Yang have both passed away. After you return to the sect, will Sect Leader Yue hold you accountable?"

The gray-clothed old man's smile faded, and he said in a deep voice: "I will take the responsibility for the deaths of my two junior brothers. I will keep my mouth shut about your magical powers."

"This time, Junior Brothers Gu and Yang violated the sect rules and set an ambush first, causing the sect members to kill each other. I believe that Senior Brother Yue will deal with it impartially."

The young monk frowned slightly: "Why do you have to do this, fellow Daoist..."

The grey-robed old man shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to say anything. This time, you are here at my invitation. I will take care of the aftermath."

The young monk smiled and bowed, "Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Taoist. We'll say goodbye now. I wish you success in taking the inheritance from that Confucian Taoist elder and great progress in your cultivation."

The grey-robed old man returned the greeting by bowing: "Thank you for your kind words, now that this matter is over, I owe you a favor."

"If you have any problem, feel free to come to Chongde City to find me."

The young monk nodded, and with a flash of light, he flew away.

The old man in gray did not stay for long. He took a deep look at the young monk's back, then flew away in another direction with a flash of light.

These two people were Chen Yuan and Qingliu. After Chen Yuan killed the Kuixing ancestor, the two went deep into Jueling Island and headed for the secret space where the three thousand year old Qingfeng Bamboo was located.

There are many space cracks in the depths of Jueling Island, and there are even invisible space cracks. They are extremely difficult to detect and hard to guard against.

Over tens of thousands of years, countless monks have been buried here, with no remains left.

But in front of Chen Yuan, who had refined Kunpeng's true blood, these space cracks were invisible.

The two of them had a safe journey, but their speed of escape slowed down a lot. It took them a few days to finally arrive at the secret space and enter it.

The ninth-level ferocious beast guarding Qingfeng Bamboo is a small sable.

This beast is extremely ferocious, with a hard body and steel teeth that can pierce even high-level magic weapons. It has also mastered the art of wind escape, and its escape speed is incredibly fast, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

When Mr. Qingliu entered this secret space, one of his magic weapons was destroyed by the sable, so he escaped with great difficulty, looking very embarrassed.

But when Chen Yuan faced Zidiao, he did not use the Zixu Sword. He just stimulated Kunpeng's true blood and killed it.

The sable's sharp steel teeth could not bite through the black blades covering Chen Yuan's arms.

And the wind escape technique that it relied on to dominate was also at a disadvantage in front of Chen Yuan's teleportation technique.

Mr. Qingliu didn't even have to do anything. He just picked the Qingfeng Bamboo after the sable died.

Chen Yuan took away the sable's fur and demon pill. Compared with demon beasts, ferocious beasts only lack intelligence, but demon pills are no different.

Sable fur contains rich wind-attributed spiritual energy and is an excellent material for refining wind-attributed magic weapons, and is very valuable.

After getting the Qingfeng Bamboo, Qingliu Hermit had no other request, and the two of them left this space secret realm. After killing the sable, Chen Yuan thought of a way to loot the demon pill and secretly called the green robe array spirit.

The green-robed formation spirit indeed showed up, and Chen Yuan asked the formation spirit if it could tell him which secret space contained the ninth-level ferocious beast.

The green-robed formation spirit shook his head and refused, saying that he could not interfere with the trials of the monks entering the island. Chen Yuan had no choice but to give up.

Without the guidance of the green-robed formation spirit, the two could only search aimlessly for the ferocious beast.

It was not until the Jueling Island was closed that Chen Yuan found the second level nine ferocious beast, killed it, and had an extra level nine demon pill in his hand.

Including Kunyang and Zidiao's demon pills, he now has a total of three ninth-level demon pills in his hands, and can refine eighteen ninth-level demon essence pills, which can greatly increase his cultivation.

This time, when he parted with Mr. Qingliu, he wanted to find a safe place to go into seclusion, improve his cultivation, and temper his body in preparation for refining the tenth-level demon pill.

He had just killed Elder Gu and Yang Liqian with his own hands, so naturally he could not return to Chongde City.

Although he has the strength to not be afraid of great monks, he cannot fall into their trap.

Moreover, the ten major sects have stood in Jiuxianzhou for tens of thousands of years, and they must have the foundation to suppress the sects.

Even the Zi Yang Sect was able to refine a Zi Xu Sword to protect the sect's inheritance for ten thousand years, so how could the Hao Ran Sect not have a treasure passed down?

Even if Mr. Qingliu took on this matter for Chen Yuan, he would not set foot in Chongde City until he refined the Green Ox Demon Pill and mastered the third kind of true spiritual power.

As his thoughts flowed, Chen Yuan's speed of escape increased a bit, and soon he disappeared into the horizon.

……

There are seven peaks and thirteen mountains in the Zhenhai Sect’s mountain gate, among which Zhenhai Peak, Qinggang Peak and Poyun Peak are the most precipitous.

Among them, the Ancestral Hall is enshrined on the top of Zhenhai Peak, and the spiritual energy on Qinggang Peak is the most abundant, which is the place where the leaders of Zhenhai Sect of all generations have practiced in seclusion.

At the top of Qinggang Peak, in the cave of the current Zhenhai Sect leader, Master Yuhai, he sat on the main seat, staring at an extinguished bronze oil lamp in the palm of his left hand, his handsome face as gloomy as water.

This is the natal lamp of Ancestor Yuntian, which holds a wisp of his soul. Although it has been extinguished, it still retains the mysterious aura of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Master Yu Hai stared at the bronze oil lamp for a long time before he shifted his gaze to a middle-aged monk in front of him.

He slowly said, "How did you find out that Senior Brother Yuntian's life essence lamp was extinguished?"

The middle-aged monk had a sad face and said, "Every seven days, I will sweep the attic where Master's life-definition lamp is stored."

"Today at 7 pm, the disciples will enter the attic to clean up according to custom."

"I saw that Master's life lamp was extinguished. I dared not neglect it and came to report to the master immediately."

After a cultivator is born, his natal lamp is often given to his disciples, fellow cultivators, or other close people for safekeeping.

This middle-aged cultivator is the direct disciple of Patriarch Yuntian, and is also the one who keeps his natal Yuan Lamp for him.

Master Yu Hai frowned and said, "According to the date calculation, three days ago should have been the day when Jueling Island went into hiding. The Qi leaked out, and Senior Brother Yuntian's life lamp went out immediately..."

“It is also possible that Senior Brother Yuntian died after leaving Jueling Island. But in the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters, who would dare to attack Senior Brother Yuntian…”

He was lost in thought, and the middle-aged monk did not dare to disturb him. He could only lower his head, his face becoming even more sad.

Jueling Island is extremely mysterious. Entering it is like entering another dimension.

The connection between the cultivator's soul and his natal lamp will also be severed.

This is a unique thing. It should be noted that even if a cultivator enters the secret realm of space, the connection between his soul and his natal lamp will not be affected.

What's even more strange is that the natal lamp does not go out immediately, but it just loses that trace of mysterious spiritual aura.

It was as if there was a mysterious force that cut off the connection between the natal lamp and the cultivator.

And when Jueling Island is about to disappear from the world and the monks leave, that mysterious spiritual aura will reappear.

If a cultivator dies on the Jueling Island, his life lamp will be extinguished immediately.

True Man Yu Hai looked extremely solemn. He knew that Patriarch Yun Tian had entered Jueling Island this time at the invitation of Elder Gu to deal with Chen Yuan.

He has always coveted the white spirit fire cultivation method in Chen Yuan's hands, which is likely related to the transformation of the spirit. At the same time, he also wanted to cut the grass and eliminate a major enemy for the Zhenhai Sect.

When Elder Gu came to Zhenhai Sect to visit Patriarch Yuntian, he also visited True Man Yuhai.

When he learned that the young Jindan cultivator who had been issued a wanted order by Zhenhai Sect and had been hunted down by Patriarch Yuntian for thousands of miles in vain had actually succeeded in forming an infant and killed two eighth-level demon kings, he was extremely surprised.

He didn't know how powerful the Lion Barbarian was, but he knew that Kun Tong was not an easy opponent.

He immediately agreed to Elder Gu's request and asked Patriarch Yuntian to enter Jueling Island to deal with Chen Yuan, and secretly search for Chen Yuan's trace in Yuqing Sea.

Chen Yuan's cultivation progress is so fast, his strength is extraordinary, and he has made a great enemy with the Zhenhai Sect. If he is not eliminated as soon as possible, he will become a great threat in the future.

But he also put forward a condition, that is, the method of practicing the white flame in Chen Yuan's hands must belong to the Zhenhai Sect.

Elder Gu agreed, and True Man Yu Hai put the matter aside and continued to practice in seclusion, seeking the coveted state of transformation.

Two people in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, a ninth level demon king, and an early stage of the Nascent Soul joined forces, and Chen Yuan couldn't escape even if he had wings.

It is for this reason that when a middle-aged cultivator came to report today that Patriarch Yuntian’s natal lamp had gone out, Master Yu Hai was so furious.

Although Patriarch Yuntian only has a hundred years left to live, he is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and his strength ranks among the top three in the Zhenhai Sect. He is the backbone of the sect and has many disciples.

Now that Patriarch Yuntian has passed away, if the news were to spread, it would certainly cause a shock to the sect, and the Tianji Sect and the Zhengqi League would also take advantage of the situation to rob.

Master Yu Hai put his life lamp back on the table, suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "Nephew, please go down first. I will definitely find out the reason why Brother Yuntian died. No matter who did it, we will not let it go."

The middle-aged cultivator bowed deeply: "Master, your kindness is great. The Poyun Peak lineage will never forget it!"

After the middle-aged monk left, Master Yu Hai clapped his hands gently.

After a while, a tiger walked into the cave. It was ten feet long and walked lightly, making no sound. Its colorful fur, like brocade, reflected the soft light of the night pearl.

It stopped in front of Master Yu Hai, bowed its head, and said respectfully, "What do you want, Master?"

Yu Hai Zhenren said coldly: "Pass on my order, order Elder Chen to find the disciples of our sect who entered Jueling Island this time, and inquire carefully about the death of Senior Brother Yuntian."

Upon hearing this, the tiger's eyes revealed a look of surprise, and he responded respectfully: "As you command!"

It turned and left, and the cave became quiet again.

A cold light flashed in Master Yu Hai's eyes, and he stood up and walked towards the training room. (End of this chapter)

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