The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 149: Seventh Transformation
Kehai is like an endless ocean. The dreamy sea water gently floats towards the ancient rocks on the shore, making clear and pleasant sounds. At the end of the legendary Kehai, there is an extremely huge mermaid lying on the sea. His body is more than a thousand feet long. To the north is the vast sea of ​​Kehai, and to the south is a dark blue mist covering the boundless space.

This mermaid has a tall and strong body and smooth and flawless skin. The mermaid tail on the lower body is hidden in the sea water. The naked skin on the upper body reveals the bulging pectoral muscles, exuding the ultimate charm of a male mermaid.

There was a glow on the forehead of the giant mermaid, and there sat an old Taoist priest with a friendly look on his face, chatting and laughing.

"Fellow Daoist Tianqiao, I hope you can keep your promise today."

"I will keep my promise, but I hope you won't break your promise. Otherwise, even if you become a true lord, you will not be able to escape."

The giant mermaid opened her mouth slowly, and her voice caused the boundless sea of ​​clouds to turbulent, transforming into all kinds of wonderful illusory scenery.

Master Jiang glanced at the sea of ​​fog behind him without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "That would be a great kindness. Don't worry, fellow Taoist. Won't my life and property be in your hands by then?"

"The fact that you, Jiang Xu, can achieve the current situation is enough to show how scheming you are. Even the True Lords in the heavens are probably three points inferior to you. Although this god has status, he must always be cautious." Tian Jiao did not completely believe his sweet words and was still vigilant.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, what you said is not right. If I were really a treacherous and unscrupulous person, how could I get help from the great masters in heaven? How dare you use me so easily?" Master Jiang stroked his drooping beard and said sincerely.

"Since it's been decided, I won't see you off." Tian Jiao obviously didn't trust him at all and directly ordered him to leave.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, goodbye! I'm leaving you far away now, and I'll remember our old words when we meet again!"

Master Jiang didn't mind the other party's cold expression. He smiled leisurely and waved his whisk. Three thousand silver threads flew up. The rosy glow turned into a sunset that illuminated the dreamy Ke Hai and disappeared.

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In the depths of the clouds in Tianqi Immortal Sect, towering palaces stretch for thousands of miles, and from a distance it still looks like a holy land. However, if you look closely, you will find that many palaces have been covered in dust for a long time.

In one of the fairy places, the long white jade steps are like a cascading river, leading straight to the depths of the fairy palace, with no end in sight. On both sides of the steps, the statues of Qilin and Bai Ze are lifelike, some looking up, some crouching and waiting, and the fairy light lingering around them adds a bit of agility and majesty.

The top of the first flight of stairs is connected to a huge altar. In the center of the light grey altar suspended in the sky, sits an old Taoist priest in an apricot-yellow robe. The old man has silver hair and a white beard that is so long that it drags on the ground. He is sleeping with his head bowed and eyes closed, looking quite decadent.

Suddenly, a faint blue light appeared on a suspended round mirror in front of him. Once the blue light appeared, the various colors of light in the round mirror began to move and change, like a stone causing a thousand waves.

The old Taoist suddenly raised his head, opened his cloudy eyes, and stared at the light mirror in front of him to capture the images in it.

He stared at the changing colors in amazement. The leader refused to move away, but he slowly stood up and muttered, "This is... the Yuan... Water destiny!

It gathers the changes of the celestial body, involves infinite fortunes, contains the spirit of the new world, and creates all kinds of Taoist fruits.

It’s Qi Ling’s number, and it happened to Qi Ling!”

The old Taoist looked at the round mirror in great surprise and said with a smile: "Perhaps it is God's will. Since this is my destiny, I will also fulfill it."

There was an inexplicable firmness in his eyes. He smiled and stretched out his dry hands, reaching into the mirror and moving the various lights and shadows.

When his hands appeared in the mirror, his body withered from bottom to top into a pile of white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, until only his eyes were left. The turbidity in his eyes disappeared, and they were filled with joy and expectation.

His eyes lost their light, his skull turned into bones, and in the blink of an eye, the old Taoist had become a half-kneeling, head-drooping skeleton, standing quietly on the desolate ancient altar.

The light mirror in front of him also dissipated and merged into the world, disappearing.

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In the Xuanyuan Realm, a soul rose up from the sky filled with thunder and rain. This soul radiated pure white light and rose slowly.

This soul is none other than Li Yuan's original soul. After years of cultivation to the sixth level of perfection, he finally ascended to heaven today.

Because his soul was blessed by the Xuanyuan Realm and had been replenished after experiencing the calamity of splitting the soul and severing the thoughts many times, it was no weaker than the ordinary nine-turn true cultivation of the three gods.

But in the process of ascending to a higher level, a hint of green suddenly sprouted from his soul. In the blink of an eye, the green light grew branches and leaves and turned into a peach tree.

The peach wood grows inside the primordial spirit, and its roots, branches, stems and leaves are connected to the primordial spirit as if they were one and inseparable.

Li Yuan's consciousness also gradually weakened as the peach wood grew. A figure appeared in his consciousness, walking out from the thick clouds and mist, and said to him with a smile: "My little friend, you have worked hard for many years. Today, I have no choice but to take it away and use it."

Li Yuan's consciousness took on a human form. He was not surprised by the appearance of the Taoist in front of him. Instead, he bowed his head before speaking and said, "No matter what, I want to thank you for your guidance back then. Without you, I would not be who I am today."

The Taoist in green before him was none other than Yuanshui Zhenren who had appeared in Li Yuan’s dream when that drop of Tianyiyuan water was being refined.

"Oh? You are indeed a fellow Taoist like me. Facing such a life-and-death catastrophe, you can still chat and laugh and treat it with courtesy." The immortal laughed in surprise, "It seems that you have noticed it a long time ago and must have been prepared. Whatever means you have, just use them."

Li Yuan calmed down and looked at the peach wood roots that kept growing and eroding his primordial spirit in the world of consciousness. This was the result of his magical power. Ordinary methods of exorcising the spirit and calming the soul were no longer useful. Moreover, his primordial spirit had already left his body at this moment. Apart from the power of his magical power, any external objects such as spiritual tools and precious scrolls were of no use.

But he was not panicked, because he still had a trump card, which was a characteristic given to him by the Xuanyuan Realm. Even if he had to use his soul, he could still find a way to deal with the opponent's possession and devouring.

"Slay the God's Heart Blade, slay your own God!"

Li Yuan's mind moved, and suddenly a colorless but tangible sword emerged from his soul. It was the God-Slaying Sword that was condensed when he was refining the substitute puppet and the Dharma body puppet.

As soon as the knife appeared, it slashed directly at his soul, cutting a shocking gap in his soul which had been almost 40% devoured by the roots of the peach wood.

The immense pain that instantly touched his soul came over him, causing Li Yuan's consciousness to twitch and fall into endless pain. Seeing this scene, Yuanshui Zhenren was surprised and said, "My friend actually has such a secret method and great willpower that he is willing to cut off half of his soul.

Although your slash can eliminate the disadvantage of my possession, your soul is defective. It will be difficult for you to survive, let alone sense the breakthrough realm!"

Li Yuan's will remained clear in the extreme pain. After experiencing the pain of beheading gods many times, he had obviously adapted to many such pains. He could even respond: "Don't bother worrying about this, Senior. This is my Yuanshen. Senior, please just destroy this wisp of divine consciousness!"

"Haha, junior, don't be so confident. Even if you have this secret method, how can I give up my plan for many years? Since you have abandoned this half of your soul, I can just parasitize the other half of your soul." Yuanshui Zhenren smiled lightly and said, "At this moment, your soul is injured and your magical powers are out of control. What other means can you use to stop me?"

As he said this, he laughed loudly, stepped out of his severed soul, turned into a wooden seed, and floated towards the other half of Li Yuan's soul.

But at this moment, a light suddenly appeared on Li Yuan's soul, and a black shadow emerged. The swarming dark energy protected the soul, and Li Yuan's figure appeared, sneering: "Senior, I'm afraid I will disappoint you!
Just go back to the Dao with peace of mind! Come!"

Suddenly, a crow's cry was heard, and Shen Ming was sucked into the Xuanyuan world. He opened his mouth and a beam of mysterious light came out, tightly entangling the wood seed transformed by the real person, dragging it into his mouth bit by bit.

At this moment, Yuanshui Zhenren's soul is just the thought power of an ordinary cultivator, which is three points weaker than the ghosts and spirits in Beilin City. How can he be a match for a monster like Chenming that feeds on spirits and ghosts?

The mysterious black light slowly pulled Yuanshui Zhenren's figure towards Shenming's mouth, and no matter what means he used, he could not resist the trend of decline.

He looked at this scene with a gloomy face and couldn't help but praise: "What a trick! You actually have such a mysterious soul-splitting method. I underestimated you. With such a secret method, you must be a true disciple of some immortal sect. It's not unfair that I was defeated.

But among my thirty-six spiritual divisions, one will surely succeed.

I have to admire you, my junior. When I reach the Yuanshui level in the future, I hope to meet you and learn from you!"

After saying that, it spontaneously gave up resistance and turned into tiny points of light, which were swallowed by Shen Ming.

At this time, Li Yuan's consciousness once again merged with the half of his soul that had been severed, and the Xuanyuan Realm also sent down strands of Xuanyuan power to heal the wounds of his soul.

But it is still unlikely to restore the original spirit in a short time.

However, Li Yuan still endured the severe pain, lifted up his soul again, and slowly ascended to the highest point of the Xuanyuan Realm. He left the Xuanyuan World and came to the nine heavens above Nanjue Island, establishing contact with that wisp of Yuanshui level.

When his soul was connected with the Yuanshui level, his consciousness was magnified into an infinitely large world in an instant, and countless images appeared before his eyes.

Every flower, grass, tree, water, river, lake, sand, stone and mountain on Nanjue Island is visible, as if one has transformed oneself into the primordial water and is appreciating all things in the world.

He even saw the world outside Nanjue Island, the numerous demonic abysses in the north, the Guixu Sea in the west, the demonic deep sea in the east, and the boundless ocean and countless living creatures in the south.

These thoughts were only a momentary picture, and such a huge amount of memories poured into his soul. From then on, Li Yuan could sense the power of Yuanshui between heaven and earth, and use the status of Yuanshui to show its power in the sky, attracting the images of heaven and earth, and using them to fight against the enemy. Ordinary lower-level cultivators and middle-level cultivators naturally had no power to resist under such status and images of heaven and earth!
After sensing his position, Li Yuan immediately fell back into the Xuanyuan world and slowly returned to his physical body.

His soul merged with his body again, and the invisible destiny above his head also changed, from a hazy, pale white air to a light blue color.

The power of Yuanshui in the Yuan Qi of the four directions of heaven and earth surged into his body like a tide. Under the influence of the aura of his status, it was madly transformed into Zhenyuan in his meridians, and fell into the spiritual lake in his Dantian, turning into heavy rain in the sky.

It was raining heavily in Dantian, and ripples were appearing on the calm Zhenyuan Lake. The water level of the lake began to rise rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually turning from a small lake into a continuous shallow swamp, and then from a swamp into an endless lake. This Zhenyuan rain lasted for a whole day and night, turning the original small lake into a sparkling endless lake.

Li Yuan's consciousness awakened from his body. He slowly opened his eyes. The first feeling he had was not the new world in his eyes, but the connection between his soul and body. The injury to his soul caused him so much pain that he was paralyzed and almost unable to control himself.

But he had experienced this kind of severe pain many times before, and it took several hours for him to recover. He lay limp on the long seat in the deep palace and closed his eyes to rest.

Feeling the vast true energy in his body, which had increased dozens of times compared to the true energy at the sixth level, he was a little dazed for a moment.

The insights of the predecessors who had broken through to higher levels in the Qi Ling Sect recorded that breaking through to higher levels meant only having ten times more true energy than lower-level cultivators, but there was no record of anyone with such a profound and terrifying true energy as his.

"I think it may be possible that the Yuanshen is far more powerful than ordinary people."

After Li Yuan recalled, he came to the conclusion that the growth of the true essence when breaking through the upper level was not an ordinary growth, but because the aura of the position that had not disappeared when sensing the position was accompanied by the soul, attracting countless Yuanshui forces to directly transform into true essence.

His soul is much more powerful than that of ordinary cultivators. Even if his soul is injured, the power of the Yuanshui he can attract is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

"I am finally better than ordinary cultivators. I am no longer an incompetent cultivator with weak magical powers and mediocre true essence."

Li Yuan thought to himself with a rather happy mood.

Now that his cultivation has advanced further and he has become a high-level true cultivator, Li Yuan is no longer an unknown true cultivator even when he travels in the outside world. Looking at the world today where true lords do not show themselves and true people do not reveal themselves, high-level true cultivators are respected wherever they go.

Even if they are placed within the Twelve Immortal Sects, they are the backbone of the force.

As his cultivation level broke through, many more things appeared in his soul, including the Wan Kui Sutra and the Ling Ling Xia Yuan Zhen Jue. However, he was not in a hurry to comprehend them, and instead his mind manifested outside the Xuan Yuan Realm.

In a remote underground river on Nanjue Island, inside a spiritual formation, Chen Ming stayed quietly by the side, looking at the figure with a pair of crow eyes worriedly.

At this moment, Li Yuan's aura soared into the sky, his long hair fluttered behind him, and the faces of countless wronged souls and evil spirits emerged at the ends of his hair, revealing the extreme turmoil in his heart.

At this moment, a soft voice sounded from his ferocious soul:

"Li Yuan, do you hate me?"

(End of this chapter)