My bathroom leads to the celestial realm.

Xu Yan spent some time and finally figured out a clue.

Those wings were drawn purely from true essence; once the true essence dissipated, they would turn into a fine arc of electricity and vanish into thin air.

Although only a rough outline can be drawn at present, it will definitely become more and more complete as its cultivation level increases, eventually becoming a pair of wings constructed purely from true essence!

By then, will we be able to fly with these wings?

Thinking of this, the great writer Xu felt a surge of excitement and immediately mobilized more of his true energy to add more details.

With a large replenishment of true essence, the wings were outlined even faster. After the outline appeared, incredibly realistic feathers emerged one by one, gradually becoming fuller from the wing root to the wing tip, looking no different from real wings.

The wings of the thunder eagle!

He tried fanning himself twice, which immediately created a gust of air, and his body seemed to float up.

Xu Yan was so excited that his heart was trembling. Just as he was about to put in more effort, everything went black and his wings suddenly disappeared into thin air.

He was completely bewildered. What was going on?

He quickly looked inward and discovered that his usually abundant true energy was almost depleted.

Well, your dantian is completely depleted, and you've only been able to hold on for a short while?

A three-second real man?

This won't do!

Undeterred, Xu Yan waited until his dantian was fully replenished before attempting again with a spirit of exploration and a pragmatic approach.

As he predicted, outlining the wings and flapping them would consume a lot of true essence. With his current cultivation level, he could only last for seven or eight seconds at most.

He was still thinking about how to escape his suffering with his new supernatural powers, and this is how it all turned out?

Further experiments revealed that while maintaining the true energy supply for the wings was sufficient, the consumption would double once any action was taken.

Ultimately, it's because his cultivation level is too low. If he were thirty, fifty, seventy or eighty times stronger, what would this little bit of consumption be?

However, while wings alone cannot fly, what if they are used as an auxiliary tool?

Thinking of this, Xu Yan's mind started to wander again.

He was forced to stay here in seclusion because he really couldn't leave. Even though his cultivation level was rising rapidly, he never gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

The normal route was blocked, but Xu Yan was quick-witted and found that the bedding was unusual, with a fabric that was both light and tough.

Although the quantity is relatively small and cannot be used to make hot air balloon parachutes, it is still no problem to make a hang glider!

However, the great writer Xu had never come into contact with this thing before, did not know how to operate it, and even if he made it, he would not dare to jump out.

Now it's different. With these True Essence Wings, plus the Thunder Eagle's hundreds of years of flying experience, plus a glider, leaving the stone platform shouldn't be a problem... right?

Xu Yan had been waiting for too long. Once the thought came to mind, he could no longer suppress it. Without hesitation, he immediately started dismantling the house, using a short knife to carve the wood into suitable shapes, intending to assemble it using mortise and tenon joints.

He had only watched woodworking videos about mortise and tenon joints on an app; this was his first time actually doing it himself. As he was pondering which structure to use, a startled voice suddenly came from behind him: "Why did you tear my house down?"

Xu Yan jumped up abruptly and turned around abruptly: "You, you, you've come out of seclusion?"

He Tiannan looked at the thatched hut that had disappeared halfway, then at Xu Yan who was looking excited, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This kid seems perfectly normal, so why did he tear down the house?

Blame?

Not quite.

Pretending not to see?

But the house is gone!

Xu Yan didn't have such thoughts. His anger, which had been building up for almost a month, surged to a boiling point, causing him to completely forget the difference in their cultivation levels. Without hesitation, he lunged at He Tiannan: "You still know how to come back!"

He Tiannan dodged aside: "No, why are you demolishing my house?"

"How dare you say that!" Xu Yan roared, furious. "Do you know I've been starving for a month?!"

He Tiannan finally realized where the problem lay. He was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't let go of his status, so he simply used a spell and disappeared in a flash.

Xu Yan broke down on the spot and left?

Half an hour later, at the stone platform.

A creature that resembled neither a sheep nor a deer sat on a roaring campfire, roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

Xu Yan didn't know what kind of thing it was, he only knew that its meat was smooth and tender, and it was delicious even without any seasoning. Even when it was so hot that he kept sucking in air, he refused to spit it out.

Now that he's a cultivator, this temperature is nothing to him.

Moreover, once the meat entered the stomach, it even emitted wisps of spiritual energy, which couldn't be more perfect!

He Tiannan stroked his beard and chuckled, "How does it taste?"

He specially brought back a spirit beast; that should be enough of his sincerity, right?

"Not bad, not bad!" Xu Yan replied vaguely.

He Tiannan smiled even more amiably: "Then, can you forgive this old man?"

"What? No way!" Xu Yan immediately turned hostile, refusing to eat the meat. "I'll starve you for a month and see what happens!"

He Tiannan didn't care at all: "I have been practicing abstinence from grains for many years. Let alone a month, even ten or eight years would not be a problem."

Xu Yan was even angrier: "So just because you don't need to eat, you think everyone else doesn't need to eat either?"

Having experienced the ways of the world for a long time, He Tiannan was naturally not as red-faced and irritable as a greenhorn. Instead, he calmly and sincerely replied, "I'm sorry, I've been fasting for too long and forgot about that."

His nonchalant attitude only fueled Xu Yan's anger, prompting him to unleash his pent-up rage through a barrage of verbal attacks.

Despite his anger, he didn't lose his temper; he only criticized the issue, not the person, and certainly didn't involve his family.

Knowing he was in the wrong, He Tiannan remained unperturbed, his resolve as firm as a mountain.

Only after Xu Yan had finished eating and scolding did He Tiannan ask curiously, "How did you manage to persevere for so many days?"

"How else can we persevere? By cultivating!" Xu Yan casually gave his answer.

He Tiannan was taken aback: "Cultivation?"

These days, it's not like the ancient primordial world where cultivators were everywhere and Golden Core cultivators were as worthless as dogs. Cultivation isn't that simple anymore.

Xu Yan licked his fingers, then bowed at a 45-degree angle, looking up at the sky: "My sect has countless sages and powerful figures among its predecessors. What's wrong with me being able to cultivate?"

He Tiannan nodded thoughtfully: "I was mistaken!"

Xu Yan glanced at the other person sideways, looking him up and down curiously: "It hasn't even been a month, and you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage so quickly, Senior?"

"Nonsense!" He Tiannan chuckled. "It's still a long way off. I've just cleared my thoughts and straightened my Dao heart, paving the way for breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. I still need to accumulate experience until I finally break through!"

This stage is not short; it can take anywhere from ten to eight years to thirty to fifty years, and some people may not even be able to get through it in their entire lives.

At this point, He Tiannan straightened his sleeves and clothes, and solemnly bowed deeply: "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist!"

The grace of attaining enlightenment is not something that can be thanked for and then forgotten, but the necessary steps cannot be ignored.

It's never wrong to be polite!

Xu Yan was a little confused, quickly wiped the oil off his hands, and returned the greeting in the same formal manner: "Fellow Daoist, there's no need for such formalities!"