Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Above the wasteland, a mountain range rises from the ground with dangerous peaks standing in rows.

The gray-brown rock walls looked as if they were cut by knives and axes, and the rugged rocks pierced the clouds. The entire mountain range seemed to be crushed by an ancient god and piled up randomly.

Strong winds swirled in the mountains, whimpering softly, as if thousands of ghosts were crying together.

The ground was covered with dark purple vines covered with thorns and blooming with strange blood-red flowers.

At the foot of the mountains, a river meanders by, the water is as black as ink, sticky and stagnant.

The mountains were shrouded in a layer of milky white spiritual mist, covering an area of ​​several miles in radius.

On the periphery of the spiritual mist, there was a layer of pink miasma, swirling and rolling, trying to invade the spiritual mist, but in the face of the purest spiritual mist, it always failed.

In the miasma, a cultivator stood in the air, suspended in the wind, his clothes fluttering.

This man was very young, about twenty years old, with a stern expression, and a layer of true energy shield covering his body to keep the miasma out.

He stared at the looming mountain in the center of the spiritual mist with a serious look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the spiritual mist began to rotate slowly, like a whirlpool, and began to gather in the center.

The young monk's expression changed slightly, his body swayed, and he retreated until he was a thousand feet away before he stopped.

He flipped his hand and summoned a flying sword, spreading his spiritual sense to cover an area of ​​a hundred miles. He was on guard all around, his eyes still fixed on the rolling spiritual mist.

As time went by, the spiritual mist gathered towards the center faster and faster.

Three days later, all the spiritual mist disappeared, and the mountain hundreds of feet high in the middle finally appeared completely.

The mountainside was in a mess, with rocks falling, trees broken, and dark red bloodstains all over the ground, as if a fight had just taken place not long ago.

Without the spiritual mist as an obstacle, the pink miasma surged up like a tide, reoccupying the entire mountain range. A sweet and greasy smell spread, revealing a faint fishy smell.

The young monk frowned slightly, and the true energy shield around him became more solid. His eyes were still staring at the mountain without blinking, and his expression became more solemn.

Before I knew it, a day and a night had passed.

Suddenly, the sky darkened and iron-gray clouds slowly gathered and expanded outward with the mountain as the center. They soon covered an area of ​​ten miles in radius and continued to spread outward, but at a much slower speed.

Leaden clouds hung low, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, without a single ray of sunlight visible.

The sky and the earth were dark, and the air was heavy and stagnant.

Only a little bright silver light flashed from time to time in the clouds, occasionally illuminating the earth, as if the end of the world had come.

The young monk heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and murmured, "The Yin Fire Tribulation has finally passed..."

An hour later, the dark clouds had spread to an area of ​​more than twenty miles, covering half of the mountain range, and finally stopped.

The young monk nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

When an ordinary cultivator is forming an infant, the calamity cloud will only cover an area of ​​ten miles in radius, which is the limit.

The young cultivator was gifted and looked down upon his peers. He was also a rare talent throughout the Nine Immortal Continent. When he was undergoing the calamity, the calamity cloud spread to over fifty miles, causing a sensation in the sect.

It is extremely difficult for a person who is undergoing tribulation in the mountains to make the tribulation cloud expand to such a range. After forming an infant, his strength will certainly exceed that of cultivators of the same level.

The young monk's mind turned, and he suddenly remembered something.

He once heard someone say that when a casual cultivator used the Haoran Sect's spiritual vein to form a fetus, the celestial phenomena were astonishing, and calamity clouds covered an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius, shaking the entire Haoran Sect. It was unprecedented in ancient and modern times.

However, the Haoran Sect has remained tight-lipped about this matter and has never revealed the name of the wandering cultivator. The disciples in the sect are also very secretive about it, and no one knows whether it is true or not.

If this is true, how amazing will the strength of that person be after he forms a fetus?

The young cultivator secretly took note that the person who was undergoing the tribulation in the mountains was a cultivator from the Haoran Sect.

After he has conceived a baby, he will be able to resolve the doubts in his heart.

Boom!

Just as the young cultivator was thinking, the calamity clouds that had spread over thirty miles suddenly stagnated, and a dragon-like thunderbolt fell from the sky. The sound of thunder spread over a hundred miles, as if the world was roaring.

The dazzling silver light illuminated the earth, and the graceful thunder from the sky was deeply imprinted in the pupils of the young monk.

The next moment, the thunderclouds suddenly spread for several miles, and the darkness cast by the dark clouds also expanded, greedily devouring the light.

Most of the mountain range was covered by thunderclouds.

After the spiritual mist disappeared, the pink miasma that filled the entire mountain range quietly melted away under the thunder from the sky and soon vanished into thin air.

The dark purple vines all over the ground withered and died one after another under the strong breath of thunder.

Rumble!
After the first thunderbolt, the second thunderbolt came down, and then the third, the fourth...

Each one was faster and more violent than the last, but when they landed on the top of the mountain, they suddenly disappeared without destroying even a flower, a blade of grass, a stone or a bamboo.

The young monk stared at the place where the thunder disappeared, his expression extremely solemn.

The tribulation thunder specifically strikes the Nascent Soul, and these tribulation thunders have already entered the body of the person undergoing the tribulation.

His dantian must be in turmoil right now.

Until the sixth thunderbolt fell, the heavenly thunderbolt stopped temporarily.

Arcs of lightning emerged from the dark clouds above the mountain, slowly spinning and transforming into a vortex composed entirely of lightning.

The mountain was intact after the thunderbolt, but other surrounding mountains suffered.

At this time, the thunderclouds had spread to more than thirty miles, gathering a large amount of thunder power.

In addition to the thunder that mixed with the power of heavenly tribulation and struck the mountain, there was also a lot of thunder power overflowing, forming thunders that did not contain the power of heavenly tribulation and fell down.

Only the thunder that contains the power of heavenly calamity will not harm anything but only strike the Nascent Soul.

These ordinary heavenly thunders did not dare to compete with the thunders of disaster and fell aimlessly. Other mountains within a few miles around had become ruined.

Suddenly, the vortex of lightning above the mountain peak paused, and the silver electric arc condensed into a thunderbolt, which came down with a loud bang, like a silver spear, piercing straight into the mountain peak!

The bright lightning reflected in the pupils of the young monk, and he could not help but retreat a hundred feet to avoid the calamity cloud.

Then came the eighth and ninth thunders, which fell one after another without stopping for a moment.

The vortex of lightning dissipated, the dark clouds in the sky stagnated, and time seemed to have stopped.

The young monk's body flashed, and he flew forward slowly. When he came to the edge of the calamity cloud, he spread out his spiritual sense and was on guard all around.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the sky, narrowed his eyes, pointed a point, and the flying sword in his hand shot out.

After a moment, a few sharp screams were heard and then stopped abruptly.

The flying sword turned back, and the sword light carried with it four walnut-sized level seven demon pills.

The young monk put away the demon pill and turned his eyes back to the broken mountain range, revealing a bit of worry. Another day passed, and the young monk killed more than a dozen demon beasts that were startled by the thunder and came here.

The dark clouds in the sky finally dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again.

The next moment, a blue river formed entirely of spiritual energy descended from the sky and enveloped the mountain.

After successfully overcoming the tribulation, a blessing will fall from the sky.

The young monk breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his lips.

He descended his escape light and arrived at a low hill on the edge of the mountain range.

On the mountain wall, there are two rough stone doors.

The young monk raised his sleeves and the stone door opened, then he stepped inside.

Behind him, the stone gate slowly closed, and the mountain returned to silence.

Half a year later, a beam of light rose from the top of the mountain that was once shrouded in calamity clouds and landed on top of this low mountain.

The escaping light faded away, revealing a middle-aged Confucian scholar with elegant features, a short beard under his chin, and a moon-white gown. His demeanor was extraordinary. It was Zhang Wushan, who had been missing for a long time.

He flipped his hand and took out a sound transmission talisman, put it to his lips, whispered a few words, and raised his hand to throw it out.

The sound transmission note turned into a stream of light and flew into the cave.

Zhang Wushan stood with his hands behind his back and waited for a moment. The stone door of the cave opened and a young monk stepped out to welcome him in.

The two men came into the cave, which was very simple inside, with only a stone hall and a training room. The stone door was half-open and the walls were rough, obviously having been opened up not long ago.

The two of them sat down as host and guest, and the young monk said calmly, "Congratulations to Daoist Zhang for successfully forming a baby, and may you live a thousand years."

Zhang Wushan smiled and said, "I also want to thank Fellow Daoist Ye for killing the poisonous weasel demon king, seizing the spiritual vein here, and protecting me. Otherwise, I would never have been able to successfully form a baby."

The young cultivator returned the greeting and said calmly, "Daoyou Zhang, you are too polite. This place is so dangerous. Daoyou has successfully formed a fetus and your strength has greatly improved. Our chances of survival are also a little better."

Zhang Wushan's expression became solemn when he heard this, and he also showed some determination: "Although this place is full of dangers, there are many natural treasures, which may be an opportunity for you and me."

The young monk shook his head slightly: "We are only at the edge of the area, and there are already demon kings everywhere. It is difficult to move forward. If we go deeper, I am afraid we will encounter a ninth-level demon king, or even a tenth-level demon king."

"The most urgent task is to find a way to escape from this troubled place."

Zhang Wushan sighed, "I don't even know how Zhang got here. I haven't found the exit for decades, so how can I leave?"

The young monk was also silent. After a long while, he finally spoke: "We can only take it one step at a time. If there is really no way out, we can only go deeper and try our luck."

Zhang Wushan said: "It can only be done this way. The spiritual energy here is so rich. As long as we don't encounter those powerful beasts again, it is not a bad thing to continue to practice in peace..."

At this point, Zhang Wushan showed a bit of regret on his face: "It's a pity that we don't know how to make pills, so we can only refine spiritual herbs directly, which is tantamount to wasting heaven's gifts."

The young cultivator said calmly, "Spiritual herbs are everywhere here. Those fierce beasts have no intelligence, so it doesn't take any effort to get them. Even if they can't be refined into elixirs, it doesn't matter."

Zhang Wushan nodded and said, "I have just stabilized my cultivation level. I still have a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in my hand. After refining them, my cultivation level will be able to improve a little bit. I will take my leave now."

The young monk stopped him and said, "Fellow Daoist, please stay. I have something else to ask you."

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please speak."

"Ye has heard that there was a casual cultivator who used your sect's spiritual veins to form a fetus. The phenomenon was astonishing and rare in the world. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Zhang Wushan was startled, then smiled and said, "It is true. The person who used our sect's spiritual vein to form a baby is a close friend of mine. We have even fought before and I was the winner."

"He has fought with Ye and is even better than Ye..." The young cultivator frowned and suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Could it be that fellow Daoist Chen Yuan, who had fought with Ye in the Qingkang Mountains?"

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Renzhou, Fengyuan Mountains.

In a dim stone room, Chen Yuan sat cross-legged on a cushion, with his five heads facing the sky and his eyes slightly closed.

The energy in his body flowed like the ebb and flow of the tide, rising and falling in a constant rhythm. He was meditating and practicing.

In front of him was a jade bottle with the stopper open, now empty.

Suddenly, his energy paused, then suddenly increased, and then receded, all gathered in his body.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and a white light flashed, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

He looked down at the jade bottle, frowned slightly, put it into the mustard seed ring, and murmured: "There is still a big gap to the late Nascent Soul stage."

"After refining the Kui Niu's true blood, my true essence has become more refined, but it has also become more difficult to improve my cultivation..."

Chen Yuan stood up and walked out of the training room. He raised his sleeve and the stone door of the cave opened with a bang. He stepped out and came to the edge of the cliff.

It was midnight, the full moon was high in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly.

He flipped his hand and took out the jade pendant. A green light lit up and the stars in the sky shone together, converging into a silver beam of light that descended from the sky and enveloped him.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and the sea of ​​true energy in his dantian dropped at an alarming speed.

After forty breaths, the green light on the jade beads faded, and the silver light column that was as thick as water also became extremely thin and slowly dissipated.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and felt his strength increase. He nodded slightly and whispered to himself, "After my physical body broke through the bottleneck of level ten, the speed of growth has also slowed down."

"Even if the three thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are refined into elixirs, they can only strengthen the body slightly. It is a long way from becoming a demon cultivator."

“However, this starlight infusion is still so stable. Although the power of the stars contained in it is far less than that of the Moonlight Dew, it will not change due to the strength of the physical body. It will always be my biggest trump card…”

He put the jade beads into the space inside his body, turned around and walked into the cave, and the stone door slowly closed behind him.

Chen Yuan returned to the training room, sat cross-legged again, took out a jade slip, probed his spiritual sense into it, and examined it carefully.

After leaving Bailu Island, he rushed back to the Renzhou Cave, where he practiced hard in seclusion. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed.

He refined all fifty-six ninth-level demon essence pills in his hand, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

It's just that the true energy in his body is too pure and rich, and he needs to refine three or five more bottles of Nascent Soul Middle Stage elixir before he can reach the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

He also refined the three thousand-year-old body-tempering spiritual herbs he obtained from the Golden-winged Eagle clan's spiritual medicine garden into pills.

With a success rate of 70%, a total of 21 body-tempering elixirs were obtained, all of which were refined.

However, Chen Yuan’s current physical body is comparable to that of a tenth-level demon king, and the effect of the Millennium Body Tempering Elixir has been weakened a lot compared to before.

In addition to practicing, Chen Yuan never missed the opportunity to infuse his body with starlight. Under the tempering of the power of the stars in the sky, his body was constantly improving slowly. With the accumulation of power, it was considered a considerable improvement.

Although Chen Yuan’s physical body had broken through the bottleneck of level ten before, he could only be said to be at the bottom among the level ten demon kings. Only after stimulating the blood of the true spirit could he truly rival the level ten demon king.

But now, even if he does not stimulate the blood of his true spirit, he can still contend with those level ten demon kings who have tempered their bodies for hundreds of years. He is just weaker than royal families with strong bloodlines like Jin Feng.

One day later, Chen Yuan withdrew his consciousness from the jade slip and sighed: "This secret technique seems to be tailor-made for me, but it's a pity that the price is too high and it's unrealistic..." (End of this chapter)