Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

"The might of Heaven and Earth! Is someone about to form their Nascent Soul?"

On the mountain peak, several Core Formation elders flew out into the air, their eyes fixed on the direction of Spirit Stream Valley.

"It's been four hundred years. The sect hasn't produced a new Nascent Soul cultivator for four hundred years."

"I thought it would take longer."

"As expected of Senior Sister Hong Fu, she's finally taking this final step!"

The Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples all stopped and looked up at the sky.

A thick pillar of spiritual energy.

It is ten times larger than the phenomenon of Core Formation.

The place was bustling with noise and a constant commotion.

"What is this? How can a Core Formation cultivator be this big?"

"What do you mean by Core Formation? This is Nascent Soul Formation! It's a Core Formation Grandmaster Uncle who's forming his Nascent Soul!"

"Ah, is our Yellow Maple Valley about to produce its second Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Surprise and trepidation mingled in the hearts of every disciple.

As the disciples gazed upon the extraordinary phenomenon that shook heaven and earth, they truly felt the vastness of the path to immortality and their own insignificance.

In front of the main hall of Lingxi Valley.

Linghu Qing raised his hand and pressed down in the air.

The spiritual energy of the entire Spirit Valley broke away from its original flow path, surging forth and pouring into the secluded meditation room.

The spiritual energy almost condensed into a liquid state.

He did everything he could.

Next, the torment of inner demons, the trial of the Dao heart, and the formation of the nascent soul—everything depends on Hong Fu herself.

Success or failure depends entirely on her decision.

Hidden Moon Sect.

On the edge of the cliff, Mingzhou's hair was frosty white, showing his advanced age, and he slowly raised his head.

Looking towards Yellow Maple Valley, a complex and indescribable sigh flashed across his eyes.

At the same time.

Master Qingyi of the Qingxu Sect.

The giant sword sect chanted, soaring into the clouds.

Tianquebao Candle Old Man.

This even includes sects from the neighboring Yuanwu Kingdom.

Every single Nascent Soul cultivator sensed this earth-shattering anomaly.

They all looked towards Yellow Maple Valley.

Everyone knew in their hearts that Huangfeng Valley was about to gain another Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Master!"

Dong Xuan'er's eyes were filled with unconcealed worry, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

"Don't worry, trust Senior Sister Hongfu."

Xin Ruyin grasped her hand, her tone resolute.

Yan Ruyan, with her gentle and serene demeanor, gazed silently at the pillar of spiritual energy that connected heaven and earth, her eyes slightly lost in thought.

Nascent Soul.

She also hopes so.

Since following Linghu Qing, she has never lacked any cultivation resources; high-grade pills, pure spiritual energy, and top-level cultivation techniques are all readily available.

In just twenty years, she has steadily entered the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

He only needs another ten years to mature before he can break through to the Core Formation stage.

A Core Formation cultivator in his forties.

Looking across the entire Tiannan region, even those with Heavenly Spiritual Roots do not possess such a rapid cultivation speed.

All these opportunities and successes stemmed from the people in front of me.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, and tenderness overflowed.

Yan Ruyan stepped forward gently, embraced Linghu Qing's arm tenderly, and pressed her cheek against his.

Linghu Qing never looked back, his gaze calmly fixed on the secluded cultivation hall in front of him, where spiritual energy was surging.

Just as everyone was discussing it and the world was watching closely.

"boom!"

The mighty torrent of spiritual energy that surged through the heavens and earth suddenly came to a halt.

Then it suddenly scattered and exploded, sweeping across the sky and earth.

A vast and majestic humanoid phantom slowly condensed and took shape above Lingxi Valley, overlooking the entire Huangfeng Valley.

Successful infancy formation!

The true power of the infant spirit has spread throughout heaven and earth, without a doubt!

Li Huayuan, Lei Wanhe, and the others suddenly relaxed, letting out a long sigh of relief and revealing relieved smiles on their faces.

"It's done! Master has truly succeeded in forming his Nascent Soul!"

Dong Xuan'er's face lit up instantly. She hugged Xin Ruyin tightly and jumped up and down with joy.

Xin Ruyin smiled and gently hugged her back, her eyes filled with relief and joy.

"The dried red sesame seeds are quite good."

Linghu Qing finally smiled faintly.

After a twenty-year wait, the dream has finally come true.

He thought he would fail, after all, Hong Fu's talent was rather ordinary.

From this day forward, Huangfeng Valley will no longer have only one Nascent Soul cultivator.

"They've reached Nascent Soul stage! Our sect has produced its second Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"That's wonderful."

"I'm going to post something on my WeChat Moments."

"A true man should be like this; he can be replaced."

The Qi Refining disciples were overjoyed.

All Core Formation cultivators.

The group gazed at the lingering phantom of the Nascent Soul above Yellow Maple Valley, their expressions complex, their eyes a mixture of joy, envy, and helplessness.

Hong Fu has achieved fertility; it is her good fortune.

But with their talent, Core Formation is the limit; they might not even have the chance to try Nascent Soul Formation.

Li Jian turned around first.

Surrounded by sharp sword intent, he stepped into the air and departed, his back view lonely and unrestrained.

Lan Linglong bowed respectfully to everyone, displaying impeccable manners, and then followed Li Jian.

She successfully formed her core two years ago, and her future looks promising.

"There's something going on between these two."

Lei Wanhe smiled knowingly.

"Junior Brother Li Jian is truly gifted and blessed with extraordinary talent."

"After cultivating the improved spirit-nurturing technique of the ancestor, his sword intent has become increasingly refined. Now, his combat strength has probably already surpassed mine."

Huang Long sighed as he looked at the sharp sword intent.

Li Huayuan, Lei Wanhe, and others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with genuine praise and approval.

As the older generation of cultivators gradually fades away, the younger generation of geniuses in the sects has already risen to prominence.

Oh, excluding Li Huayuan.

He is still young.

"Speaking of top juniors, Li Huayuan, don't you also have a disciple whose combat strength far surpasses that of his peers?"

You mean Han Li?

"This child is indeed extraordinary."

Li Huayuan looked at Lei Wanhe, thinking of the disciple he had coincidentally taken in before.

The war raged on for twenty years.

Han Li fought bloody battles on the battlefield of demonic cultivation, emerging victorious and perfecting his character, combat prowess, and experience.

In just a few short years.

He progressed from a naive disciple who had just entered the sect to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and his actual combat strength was comparable to that of the late-Foundation Establishment stage.

His reputation resounded throughout the sect and beyond.

However, when this topic came up, Li Huayuan's tone ultimately carried a hint of regret.

"Unfortunately, he is ultimately just a mortal with four spiritual roots, his foundation is limited, and the shackles of his talent are difficult to break. I'm afraid he will never have the chance to reach the Great Dao of Core Formation."

"Four spiritual roots? That's a pity."

at the foot of the mountain.

The crowds surged and the noise never ceased.

Han Li watched quietly as the illusory image of the Nascent Soul in the sky slowly dissipated, and the shock surging in his heart gradually subsided.

All around him were the excited chatter of the disciples, all praising the power of the Nascent Soul cultivator and the prosperity of the sect.

The Great Dao of Nascent Soul.

One day, he too will set foot in this place.

A resolute determination flashed in his eyes.

With the miraculous blessing of the little green bottle, he only needs to lie low, cultivate diligently, and quietly take root.

Over the years, he has come to see things clearly.

The outside world is too dangerous and chaotic.

If they can stay in the sect and cultivate peacefully, they will never go out and risk danger.

This was his truest thought.

Han Li suppressed all his thoughts, turned around and slowly returned to his cave to continue his secluded cultivation.

The hustle and bustle of Yellow Maple Valley continued, with everyone immersed in the joy of gaining another Nascent Soul.

On the other side...

A desolate, forbidden valley.

The place was shrouded in gloom, filled with black mist, withered vegetation, and devoid of birds and beasts.

The spirit wanders aimlessly.

It is an excellent place of extreme yin.

Linghu Qing stood amidst the gloomy wind and black mist, his expression indifferent, silently pondering in his heart.

Now that Hong Fu has successfully formed her Nascent Soul, it's time for him to prepare to set off.

He went ahead alone to scout the way, without taking anyone with him.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators in the South are poor bastards.

Once the news of the grand formation is leaked, it will inevitably attract the covetous eyes of all the cultivators in Tiannan, forcing him to hand over the grand formation's secrets.

This matter must be kept absolutely secret.

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