Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the layers of clouds on the horizon orange, like pieces of tapestry, slowly drifting by.

In a desolate sea area, the waves are rolling, sparkling and silent.

Suddenly, a thin line appeared out of thin air, slowly expanded, and turned into a circular hole thousands of feet in size.

Inside the hollow is a void, neither black nor white, showing a strange gray color, giving people a sense of desolation and emptiness.

The orange-red sunset shined into the hollow, and was completely swallowed up by the desolation, leaving no trace.

But as time went by, the hole gradually grew larger, and the desolation and emptiness inside began to take on color, and brilliant multicolored auras emerged, spreading around.

A few days later, the hole had expanded to a hundred miles in size, and the rich multicolored spiritual light spread to a radius of thousands of miles. Wherever it went, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became extremely rich, comparable to a medium-sized spiritual vein.

But the monsters, fish and shrimps in the sea scrambled to escape far away, and the seaweed and corals that could not escape died one after another.

There are no islands in this sea area and it is sparsely populated, but there is a channel for fleets to travel.

On this day, a fleet of more than ten sailboats sailed along the ocean current. From a distance, everyone on board saw this colorful spiritual light that was like mountains and covered the sky.

A man standing on the observation deck hurriedly slid down with the mast in his arms, ran into the cabin, knocked heavily on a cabin door, and shouted: "Commander, it's bad, there's a big colorful fire ahead." The light covers the sky, come and take a look!"

"Why are you panicking? How many times have we traveled this sea route, where is the colorful light?" A middle-aged man opened the hatch and walked out, frowning and scolding.

He is the captain of this fleet. He has a dark complexion and wears short clothes. He looks like a man who is responsible for sailing and looking far away, and has been exposed to wind and rain all day long.

However, he was familiar with the compass method and was responsible for measuring the positions of the sun, moon and stars, finding the wind and direction, and guiding the fleet forward. He had a very high status in the fleet.

The young Xiaoshou finally calmed down after being scolded by the captain, but his tone was still a little anxious: "Commander, go and have a look. That piece of colorful light is dozens of miles away from our fleet, but at a glance You can't see the head, it covers the sky, it's either an immortal or a monster."

Seeing Liao Shou's urgency, the captain's face finally became more solemn and he quickly walked out of the cabin.

Running a boat on the sea is not a child's play. The sea is stormy and monsters are rampant. If you don't handle it carefully, the boat will be destroyed and everyone will die. No one dares to joke about such a big thing.

The two of them walked out of the cabin. The captain immediately saw this boundless colorful aura and took a deep breath.

He has been traveling on the sea for more than 20 years, experienced life and death, and has seen immortal cultivators fighting monsters and beasts. He has rich experience, but he has never seen such a scene.

"Hurry up and ask the helmsman to stop. You can't go any further! You guys, immediately send a signal to the back and ask them to reef the sails and anchor, so as not to hit the ship!"

The captain loudly ordered the few sailors around him, then turned around and walked into the cabin to report the matter to the general manager in charge of all affairs of the fleet.

The steward did not dare to neglect, and immediately took a sampan to the strongest ship in the fleet.

This fleet belongs to a small cultivating family. It carries a large number of low-level spiritual materials. The value is not high, but it occupies a large area. The storage bag cannot be loaded, so it can only be carried by the fleet.

In order to guard against attacks by monsters and plunder by casual cultivators, there will be a cultivator accompanying the fleet.

The steward was frightened when he encountered such strange things, so he could only ask the monks in the fleet to make the decision.

He went to the deepest part of the cabin and knocked on the door.

After a while, a clear voice came from behind the hatch: "Why did you disturb my practice when I encountered a monster?"

The steward respectfully said: "Master, there is a colorful aura in front of the fleet. It is boundless and is at least hundreds of miles in size. The villain has ordered the fleet to stop. Can you ask the immortal to take a look?"

"Oh?" A clear voice said, the hatch slowly opened, and a middle-aged monk came out.

This man was full of inspiration and had the tenth level of Qi refining. He used the Light Body Technique and his figure flashed past. Within a few breaths, he walked out of the cabin.

"Hiss! This is..." The middle-aged monk's senses were amazing, and he could see the colorful light a hundred miles away at a glance.

He raised his hand and flicked the storage bag at his waist, took out a lotus-shaped magic weapon, stepped forward, rose dozens of feet, and stared at it with an expression of surprise and uncertainty.

The colorful auras in the distance are flickering and dazzling, capturing the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the light of the stars.

The middle-aged monk immediately judged that this must be one of the Nascent Soul monks who was performing the trick. He was fortunate enough to have seen the elder Jiedan in his family use his magical power to kill a sixth-level monster. The momentum was far less impressive than here.

He immediately lowered his escape light and said to the steward who had just walked out of the cabin: "Let the fleet return to the original route immediately. We must not disturb the seniors in front!"

"Yes, I'll do it now!" The steward saw the middle-aged monk's slightly flustered expression and knew something was wrong, so he immediately agreed.

He no longer cares about the losses caused by the fleet's return. Although immortal cultivators will not specifically kill mortals, if they are disturbed by mortals, they will kill them casually without regard for mortal lives.

After the steward left, the middle-aged monk once again looked at the colorful aura in the distance with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, the five-colored spiritual light shrank toward the center and disappeared without a trace within a few breaths.

The middle-aged monk watched helplessly as the endless colorful spiritual light disappeared, and saw a circular hole tearing apart the sky.

The hollow shimmered with colorful colors, and the shadow of an island slowly emerged below the hollow. It was hundreds of miles in size, twice the size of Zhenhai Island, the largest island in Yuqing Sea!

The middle-aged monk was dumbfounded and murmured: "This is... the appearance of Jueling Island!"

…

Ink sea, blood island.

Chen Yuan was sitting cross-legged in the cave, meditating, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, when a transmission note flew into the cave, touching the formation and awakening him from trance.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes. He stood up and walked out of the training room, taking the transmission note into his hands. It was Wei Changhong who came to visit.

He opened the formation and went out to greet them. They came to the living room and sat down separately.

Wei Changhong got straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist Chen, Jueling Island has appeared in the world, and it is in the Xuanhu Sea area."

"The Supreme Elder issued an order, asking fellow Taoists to set off quickly and arrive at the Xuanhu Sea within ten days."

He raised his hand, grabbed a jade slip from the air, and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan took the jade slip and said seriously: "Chen will definitely not miss the time."

The two of them talked for a few more words, and then Wei Changhong stood up and left: "We are pressed for time, so I won't interrupt Wei. Jueling Island is very dangerous, and fellow Taoist must be prepared. However, if you follow Taishang Elder, you will definitely Nothing will happen."

"I accept Brother Wei's good words."

Chen Yuan sent Wei Changhong out of the cave, returned to the training room, and sat down cross-legged.

With a thought in his mind, the Heavenly Token appeared in his hand, and he rubbed it carefully with a complicated expression.

He has been waiting for this day to come since he obtained the three types of physical cultivation powers.

In less than a year and a half, Jueling Island has appeared. Fortunately, he is already prepared.

The nameless magical power has many similarities with the giant spirit body. Chen Yuan has rich experience and has completely mastered it in less than a month.

This technique is based on the monk's body, and Chen Yuan's body is extremely powerful. After it is used, the body becomes solid and can resist low-level magic weapons. Only mid-level magic weapons can hurt him.

The huge strength of the body will also be increased by less than half. Although it is far less than the ability to activate Zhu Yan's true blood, the consumption of real energy has also been reduced a lot. It can be used as a regular method to solve Chen Yuan's urgent need.

In addition to stimulating the true blood, he finally mastered the second type of physical cultivation magical power. He can activate Zhu Yan's true blood without encountering an enemy, so he can be much more calm.

Unfortunately, there are too few magical powers suitable for physical cultivation. Most of them are magical powers that strengthen the physical body, such as the nameless magical powers and the Burning Blood Refining Art. There are very few magical powers that can change like the magic blade technique, which is very monotonous.

This point can only be made up for by magic weapons. Two months ago, Patriarch Yuntian sent people to Blood Island and handed over the Ice Fantasy, which had been promoted to an intermediate magic weapon, to Chen Yuan.

It is very simple to upgrade Bing Huan from a top-grade spiritual weapon to a low-level magic weapon, but it took nearly two years to upgrade from a low-level magic weapon to an intermediate magic weapon.

The improvement of the magic weapon involves spirituality. The ice magic has not been warmed up in Chen Yuan's dantian for enough time. If you want to upgrade it to an intermediate magic weapon, you can only use refining methods to integrate a trace of spirituality from several bundles of thousand-year-old ice silk into the magic weapon. You must Extremely patient.

Fortunately, the ice fantasy book is made from thousand-year-old ice silk, otherwise it would take at least five years to make it.

Ice Fantasy, which has been upgraded to a mid-level magic weapon, is tougher than before and can easily resist mid-level magic weapons. It can even resist high-level magic weapons, just like Yuan Tao Armor.

However, Yuan Tao Armor is a defensive magic weapon. In addition to resisting the magic weapon, it can also eliminate the attacks attached to the magic weapon.

The Ice Fantasy is just a pair of gloves, but it will not be damaged when facing intermediate magic weapons.

The magic weapon's attack still needs to be resolved by Chen Yuan himself.

In addition, the ice power of Ice Fantasy has also been enhanced a lot. It can affect magic weapons of the same level, slow down their flight operations, and even freeze them directly when encountering low-level magic weapons.

From now on, Chen Yuan will be able to limit his opponent's magic weapons without using Zhu Yan's True Fire.

…

One day later, Chen Yuan quietly left the Blood Island and headed for the Xuanhu Sea.

The Xuanhu Sea Area is not far from the Mo Sea, less than 20,000 miles away, so ten days is plenty of time.

Just after Chen Yuan left the Blood Island, the blue talisman in his dantian suddenly shimmered.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. It seemed that disaster might be imminent at any time.

This is a warning from the monk's spiritual sense. You will only feel this way when your life is in danger.

But as he got closer to the Xuanhu Sea, the chill became weaker and weaker.

Chen Yuan knew in his heart that this was Patriarch Yuntian reminding him not to play tricks, otherwise the blue talisman would explode immediately.

Five days later, he finally arrived at a small island in the Xuanhu Sea according to the location marked on the jade slip.

The blue talisman calmed down again, and the chill that surged from the bottom of his heart disappeared.

There is a small spiritual line on this island, which is occupied by a small sect and has opened a market.

When Chen Yuan entered Fangshi, he hid his cultivation and looked like he was just a monk in the early stages of foundation building.

He sat in a teahouse in Fangshi every day, drinking tea leisurely, and sat there all day long.

Three days later, when Chen Yuan was sitting at the window seat on the third floor, drinking tea, a figure walked up to the third floor, sat down opposite him, and said with a smile: "Young Chen, you are in a good mood. Jueling Island is about to open, how can you still be so leisurely?" ”

When this person spoke, Chen Yuan discovered his presence. He took a closer look and saw that it was Patriarch Yuntian.

He stood up and bowed deeply: "Junior Chen Yuan, pay your respects to senior!"

His voice was not quiet, but the few monks around him who were drinking tea and chatting seemed not to notice and turned a blind eye to Chen Yuan's actions.

Ancestor Yuntian has completely blinded their senses and consciousness. In their eyes, Chen Yuan has always been alone, sitting by the window drinking tea. Ancestor Yuntian cannot be seen at all.

This is the Nascent Soul cultivator, the dragon has its head but not its tail.

Only when you have cultivated to this point can you be considered to have a touch of the demeanor of an immortal.

Ancestor Yuntian said with a smile: "My dear friend, please sit down, there is no need to be polite."

Chen Yuan did not refuse, sat down again, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Patriarch Yuntian, and served it with both hands.

Ancestor Yuntian had a look of surprise in his eyes, took the tea cup, put it aside, and said with a smile: "When I went to visit my little friend on Blood Island before, I was quite reserved, but now I am much more relaxed."

"But because Jueling Island is about to open, are you no longer worried?"

Chen Yuan said: "Yes, junior has already figured it out. Since senior has taken a fancy to junior, he must go to Jueling Island. All he needs to do is serve senior well. It is useless to worry about gains and losses."

He raised the tea cup in his hand, drank the remaining tea in the cup, poured another cup of spiritual tea, and began to sip it slowly.

Ancestor Yuntian nodded slightly: "My little friend is open-minded, but I am a little worried."

He raised his right hand and flicked his fingers, and a red light spot the size of a soybean flew into Chen Yuan's body.

Chen Yuan's expression changed and he immediately looked inside himself, but after the red light spot entered his body, it disappeared.

He scanned it inch by inch with his spiritual consciousness, but could not find any trace of the red light spot.

He withdrew his consciousness and looked at Ancestor Yuntian, his face uncertain: "Senior, what do you mean?"

Ancestor Yuntian smiled and said: "Don't worry, little friend, this is just an insurance policy."

"After Jueling Island is opened, the little friend needs to pass three trials, but I only need to pass the third trial, and I have to separate from the little friend."

"I once thought about what I would do if my little friend passed the first trial, or left Blood Island after two trials?"

"After much thought, I can only remind you in this way, so as not to make a big mistake because of your misunderstanding."

"Jueling Island will be opened tomorrow. In two months, if the little friend has not passed the three trials, this dark power will explode, and the little friend will definitely die by then."

Chen Yuan's face became extremely ugly: "Senior, you are worrying too much. After senior planted the talisman in junior's dantian, junior's life and death are already in senior's hands. How dare you have any different intentions."

Ancestor Yuntian smiled and said: "If we were outside Jueling Island, I would naturally not have to use this method."

"But Jueling Island can cut off all contact, so I have no choice but to do this."

"But my strength is extraordinary. Two months is enough for me to pass three trials."

Chen Yuan's left hand in his sleeve was tightly clenched, but his face remained calm as usual, and he even managed a smile: "This junior will definitely go all out."

Ancestor Yuntian nodded slightly and stood up: "Let's go, Jueling Island is not close to here, I will take my little friend for a ride."

Chen Yuan put down the teacup in his hand and placed the three middle-grade spiritual stones on the table. Following Patriarch Yuntian, he flew out of the teahouse on the Escape Light.

No one noticed that Chen Yuan had left. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that a young boy who went upstairs to serve tea to the guests was shocked to realize that Chen Yuan had disappeared from the window.

His expression changed, and he quickly came to the table. He was relieved when he found three middle-grade spiritual stones on the table.

Chen Yuan ordered the teahouse's signature "Suyu Tea", which was expensive. If he left without permission, the shopkeeper would definitely be angry with him.

Although he has the cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining, his qualifications are too poor, his cultivation level is low, and he is not much different from ordinary people.

The frightened young man raised his hand and used a dust removal technique to sweep away the dust on the table and picked up the teapot on the table.

Only then did he realize that there was still half a pot of leftover tea in the teapot, and that the foundation-building senior left before he finished drinking the tea.

The young man's heart skipped a beat. He looked around subconsciously, put the teapot into the worn storage bag around his waist, and hurried down the stairs.

The foundation-building senior may not care about this pot of residual tea, but if he gets this small pot of spiritual tea, he will be able to improve his cultivation by one level, and even have a chance to break through the mid-term bottleneck!

The young boy's heart was beating fast, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in his long-paralyzed heart.

…

Ancestor Yuntian released a beam of escape light, which enveloped Chen Yuan and headed towards Jueling Island, his escape speed was extremely fast.

On the way, Chen Yuan slowly calmed down and asked a question he had been thinking about for a long time: "The nameless magical power that my senior gave me seems to have a certain origin. I wonder what its name is?"

Ancestor Yuntian said: "Why do you want to ask about this, little friend?"

There was no joy or anger in his voice, and Chen Yuan explained: "The other two magical powers, the Magic Blade Technique and the Burning Blood Refining Element Art, are extremely powerful, but they require some conditions. This junior cannot practice them and can only practice this nameless magical power. "

"It's just that this nameless magical power seems to have unfinished meaning. I dare to ask this junior, is this magical power born out of a more powerful physical cultivation magical power?"

Ancestor Yuntian frowned and said, "Is this happening?"

"This magical power was acquired accidentally when I traveled across the continent. It is unknown, and it is inconvenient to tell you its origin."

"If you are interested, you can go to Jiuxianzhou to find follow-up magical powers on your own in the future."

In less than an hour, the two of them arrived outside Jueling Island and stopped to escape the light.

Chen Yuan had already seen the Jueling Island once in the memory of Master Qingyou, but the power of the Jueling Island in his memory was not one ten thousandth of what he saw with his own eyes.

Jueling Island hangs a hundred feet above the sea, shrouded by a layer of hazy fog. Several peaks can be vaguely seen, but they are soon covered again by the slowly flowing fog.

This huge island is larger than any other island in Yuqing Sea, and it actually gives people an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, as if facing an old man in his twilight years.

Below Jueling Island, the sea is calm and waveless, like a huge mirror, even quieter than the Silent Sea, deadly quiet.

Chen Yuan had a sudden realization in his heart that this sea area was dead.

The old ancestor Yuntian looked up at Jueling Island above, a trace of memories flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Follow me into the island!"

Chen Yuan's mind moved, and he took out the Tongtian Order from the mustard ring, and the light shone brightly.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the void in front of Chen Yuan, swallowing his figure.

The familiar feeling of space squeezing came, but it was very weak, and Chen Yuan did not feel any discomfort.

His eyes blurred, and when he came back to his senses, he had come to the front of a hall. (End of this chapter)