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Chapter 397 Becoming an Immortal [Part ]

Three days later.

At the bottom of Taize Lake, inside the main hall of Tunjiang Palace.

Hu Qi, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Is it still not possible?"

Think of this.

Something moved in his heart.

He whispered, "Scarlet!"

Before he finished his words, a translucent scarlet panel unfolded before his eyes.

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[Skills: Taichu Lianxianlu (Transformation of the Spirit: Not Yet Entered) △ Innate Magic: Xuanyin Heavy Water]

【True Explanation of the Formation (Perfect)】

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[Modified value: 60101 (7%)]

Today's "Taichu Lianxianlu" is a version that has absorbed the "Taiwei Xuanzhen Jue" and has been perfected through the scarlet panel.

However, unlike in the past, this time the deduction did not directly allow the technique to reach the first level.

The moment Hu Qi's eyes fell on the technique, a mysterious feedback of information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness:

[Transforming the Spirit and Refining the Heart. If your state of mind is not good enough, you cannot completely get started with the Transforming Spirit chapter.]

Hu Qi was thoughtful.

The state of mind can be understood as the experience and perception of a monk.

Although Hu Qi only lived for a little over two hundred years, the souls he devoured and the memories he absorbed added up to an enormous amount.

However, the feedback from the scarlet panel clearly told him that these were not equivalent to his true state of mind.

Obviously, the state of mind is not a simple accumulation of memories, but requires personal experience and understanding before it can be condensed into real understanding.

"In other words, these seventeen years of experience are not enough to satisfy the state of mind required for me to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage?"

Hu Qi frowned.

The extraordinary system of cultivating immortals requires not only the accumulation of spiritual power, but also the tempering of the mind.

He already knew this before, but he didn't expect the requirements to be so strict.

He must experience and feel it himself, and it cannot be replaced by devouring the memories of others.

This will undoubtedly take an extremely long time.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some monsters are very talented in this area and can gain deeper insights in a very short time.

But Hu Qi obviously couldn't do it.

Under normal circumstances, after reaching this stage, a cultivator needs to return to the mortal world to experience life that he has never experienced before and to comprehend truths that he has never understood.

Only in this way can one truly break through the Spiritual Transformation Realm and enter a higher realm.

But, Hu Qi didn't need to do so.

"You are not in a good enough state of mind to enter?"

He sneered and spoke, his voice filled with unquestionable arrogance.

"How ridiculous! With my peerless skills, I have fought my way out of the intertidal zone, killed countless enemies, traveled through several worlds, and devoured countless souls. How could I be trapped by a mere state of mind?"

Having said this, Hu Qi raised his head, his eyes as sharp as lightning, staring straight into the void.

It seems as if I can see the lofty fairyland and the dense web of destiny.

"I want to see what this so-called 'mortal heart training' can do to me. Xinghong! Revise the 'Taichu Immortal Refining Record' for me and deduce it to the first level of the God Transformation Chapter!"

Om-!
The panel shook slightly, and light flowed.

Modified values ​​are consumed quickly.

at the same time.

A large number of images appeared before his eyes.

Hu Qi felt as if a strand of his consciousness was being pulled away and immersed in these images.

……

Wow!
Accompanied by a cry.

He was born.

Wait until you are a teenager.

It was his first time going into the mountains, holding a crude hunting bow in his hand and with thick snow under his feet.

He felt the biting cold wind and the whistling of the pine forest in his ears.

A stag flashed in the distance. He held his breath, pulled the bowstring, and the arrow flew out of the air and hit the target accurately.

The hunter's life was simple and hard, but with his excellent archery skills, it was not difficult for him to fill his stomach.

But he was not satisfied with that.

He began to study the habits of prey, improve his bow and arrow, and even asked the elders in the village for hunting techniques.

Day after day of practice made his archery skills more and more sophisticated, and he gradually became the best hunter in the village.

Until one day when he was out, he came across someone recruiting soldiers, and with his excellent archery skills, he successfully joined the team.

After several battles, he rose through the ranks.

Countless enemies died under his arrows.

But war is not something that can be controlled by one person alone.

Because of the general's wrong command.

The hundred men he led fell into the enemy's trap and died on the battlefield.

……

He is a prince, ninth in rank.

As a prince, although he enjoyed a comfortable life with everything provided for him and possessed an enviable status and power, he knew very well that all this was based on the premise that the crown prince had not yet ascended the throne.

Throughout the long course of history, there are very few princes who can have a good end. Even if he has no intention of fighting for the throne, there is no guarantee that others will not see him as a threat.

He clearly realized that his destiny must not be left in the hands of others.

So he began to plan secretly.

Make friends with talented people in the court, cultivate your own power, and weave an invisible network in the dark.

Every step is taken carefully.

He used every possible means to consolidate his power step by step.

Finally, at an appropriate time, he killed the prince, successfully forced the emperor to abdicate and took his place.

After he inherited the throne, he worked hard to govern the country and implemented a series of measures that benefited the country and the people.

He promoted the imperial examination system to select talented and virtuous people, allowing children from poor families to enter the court.

Open up trade, encourage foreign commerce, and prosper the economy.

Reform the administration of officials, establish supervisory bodies, and severely punish corruption.

Reduce taxes, promote agricultural technology, develop water conservancy, and allow the people to recuperate.

Under his governance, the country's strength was growing, order was well established, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the world was at peace.

However, in old age.

I found myself fading from energy and in fear of death.

He became incompetent, became superstitious about alchemy, neglected the affairs of state, and finally died in his bedroom from poisoning from the elixir.

……

He is a chivalrous knight, walking in the turbulent world of martial arts.

He is used to seeing people die.

Extremely afraid of death.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to become stronger.

Therefore, he began to look for famous teachers everywhere, practiced swordsmanship hard, and even risked his life to challenge the masters in the world.

Every battle gave him a deeper understanding of martial arts. His swordsmanship gradually changed from fierce to rounded, and he eventually created his own unique swordsmanship.

Moreover, in his later years, he broke free from the shackles of his body and broke through the innate realm.

However, this only extended his lifespan to two hundred years.

One hundred years passed quickly.

The world of martial arts remains the same. In the past hundred years, all his old friends have either died at his hands or died of old age.

It has been replaced for six or seven generations.

In the courtyard.

He lay on a bamboo chair.

At this moment, there was an aura of death lingering around him.

He has a head full of white hair, wrinkled skin, and age spots of varying sizes all over his body.

Watching the heavy snow falling from the sky.

His eyes became confused.

"A hundred years of wind and rain have turned into dust and smoke. Is there really such a thing as immortality in this world?"

As the only master of the innate realm in this world.

He could clearly sense how much life he had left.

Just like a stick of incense that is about to burn out, you can see it but you are powerless to stop it.

at this time.

A figure crossed over the wall and appeared in the courtyard.

"Crazy Blade Song Yan, invite Master Sword Demon to fight!"

"Song Yan, the ninth mad sword on the list? I have no grudge against you, and I remember that I had some friendship with your ancestors. Why did you come here to die?"

His eyes were indifferent.

"My lifelong pursuit is only martial arts, and my lifelong ambition is to climb to the top of martial arts.

"Master Sword Demon is recognized as the supreme master of the martial arts world. How can I not come to challenge him? Please make a move. Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

The visitor smiled.

As he spoke, he drew out the golden sword from his back.

Watch this scene.

His cloudy eyes moved. The world is still the same.

Hatred, fame, and interests are like an invisible net that tightly entangles everyone.

He was once the master of this web, but now he has become its prey.

As the only innate master, the sword in his hand has killed countless enemies and challengers.

The names and faces of those people have long become blurred, and I can't even remember their number.

However, now that his life span is running out, those once dormant enemies, the young gangsters who coveted his reputation, and the villains who coveted the benefits in his hands are all gone.

They all jumped out impatiently.

The person in front of me is just the first chess piece to appear.

With his perception as a congenital master, he could clearly feel that there were hundreds of experts lying in ambush around the courtyard.

Their presence and absence were like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for an opportunity to strike, waiting for him to show a flaw, then they would rush forward and tear him to pieces.

A cold wind blew by, bringing with it a hint of blood.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The sword has not yet been unsheathed, but the murderous intent has already arisen.

The world of martial arts must eventually be cleansed with blood.

Think of this.

He laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Whatever!"

The wind and snow were howling, and the sky and the earth were vast.

His eyes were frighteningly bright in the cold wind, as if they were burning with the last remaining light of life.

"Since you want to kill me, then all of you should die!"

Laughing wildly.

The figure flashed by like a ghost, so fast that the movement was almost invisible, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

The bearded man named Kuang Dao still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, but a thin scarlet line suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

"...Wow...what a fast sword!"

The eyes of Mad Blade Song Yan were filled with fear and unwillingness.

The words fell.

The whole body slowly shifted along the blood line like an ice sculpture, and the sliding internal organs fell into the snow with hot air.

The snow was dyed red, broken organs and flesh were splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Retreat! Run away!"

"Damn it, the intelligence is wrong, this guy still has fighting power!"

"Master Sword Demon, spare our lives. We are just passing by..."

Begging for mercy and screams could be heard one after another all around, like the howlings of hell.

In the snow.

He looked indifferent.

As the sword flashed, his figure shuttled through the crowd like the god of death, and every time he swung the sword, it brought up a rain of blood.

After a while, the screams gradually stopped and the wind and snow seemed to have calmed down.

His figure reappeared, and his originally snow-white robe was soaked in blood, sticking wetly to his body.

He held a long sword with bright red blood dripping from the tip of the sword. He stood there quietly like a blood-stained statue.

The faint white smoke lingered above the body and gradually became thinner.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing the white hair that was blocking his eyes.

The exposed eyes were gray and lifeless.

he died.

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Click!

The will was shaken and the picture shattered.

Inside the Tunjiang Palace.

Hu Qi suddenly opened his eyes.

Village hunters, dynasty princes, martial arts heroes, street beggars and market hooligans.

Every change of consciousness makes Hu Qi feel the ups and downs of different lives.

He seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations and witnessed the prosperity and desolation of the world.

At this moment, his heart became increasingly calm and detached.

"I see!"

A trace of vicissitudes flashed across Hu Qi's eyes, as if he had experienced hundreds of years and several different lives in that instant.

This also made Hu Qi understand.

Experience comes second.

The most important thing is to keep your true heart in this world.

The road to becoming an immortal is long, and only by keeping your original aspiration in mind can you achieve the great way.

And Hu Qi, no matter what world he is in or what his identity is, is a person who is unwilling to be ordinary.

He has always had only one goal, which is to become stronger and stronger, until he can override everything and reach the end.

Some people may find this boring, but this is what he pursues.

Just like those people who like to have many wives and concubines.

It's just a different path chosen.

There is no winner or loser.

at this time.

The aura on his body began to change, as if he wanted to connect with this world.

Since the Condensation Stage, no matter whether it is the demon race or the human cultivators, every time they break through a major realm, they are accompanied by the baptism of various heavenly tribulations.

Heavenly calamity can be seen as a disaster brought down by the world itself.

Hu Qi naturally had no desire to experience that.

What's more, it can't bring him any benefit.

A shield formed by distorted light appeared all around him, covering him so that the aura of his advancement did not leak out at all.

A 'click' sound.

There was a crisp sound from the abdomen.

The vortex in the abdomen burst, and the figure of the Nascent Soul inside it appeared and then merged into himself.

Spiritual Transformation Stage: After the Nascent Soul is shattered, the cultivator’s soul and body will resonate more deeply.

Form a more stable "primordial spirit."

Therefore, the state of transformation of spirit is also called the state of primordial spirit.

When all the changes stopped, Hu Qi looked at the panel.

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[Skills: Taichu Lianxianlu (Transformation of the Spirit: First Layer) △ Life Skill: Xuanyin Heavy Water]

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[Modified value: 58101 (7%)]

Replenishing the state of mind, plus modifying and improving the first level of the technique, a total of two thousand modification points are consumed.

But this is nothing compared to Hu Qi's current modification value reserves.

Looking at the △ rune that could be further modified, Hu Qi did not hesitate at all.

“Scarlet! Modify and upgrade the Taichu Lianxianlu to the ninth level of Huashen Pian!”

hum!
The panel vibrates.

The spiritual energy from all around surged in madly.

Tunjiang Palace is the palace chosen by the Tunjiang Demon King. It is located in the most central part of the Taize Lake spiritual vein, with an astonishing concentration of spiritual energy.

At this moment, the spiritual energy almost turned into spiritual liquid and was swallowed by his gluttony field.

The monsters and demons living in Taize Lake were horrified to find that all the spiritual energy had been lost and gathered in one place.

Hu Qi could clearly feel the shadow of his soul in his body rapidly solidifying.

outside world.

This moment.

With the Swallowing River Palace at the bottom of the lake as the center, the spiritual energy within a thousand miles seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, turning into a huge whirlpool and converging madly.

The originally calm lake surface was now turbulent with clouds and surging waves.

Such a strange phenomenon naturally attracted the attention of some monks.

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Wang’s house, in the courtyard.

Song Lingzi leaned lazily against an old pine tree, holding a wine jug in his hand, and occasionally tilted his head back to take a sip.

While explaining the key points of cultivation to Wang Zhanyuan beside him.

"The way of cultivation is to make the heart resonate with the world, rather than just pursuing the accumulation of spiritual power. From today on, you can go and slay demons and sharpen yourself..."

"Master, where should I go to find monsters?"

Wang Zhanyuan asked.

"There are many monsters in the Taize Lake in front of us, which is a perfect place for you to sharpen your sword..."

Song Lingzi stroked his beard and said.

suddenly.

He seemed to have noticed something.

Look up and look towards Taize Lake.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Huh? This is..."

(End of this chapter)