I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 61
A few wisps of mist drifted away, and on the gray stone wall, a few simple lines, as if they were made casually in a hurry, outlined an unusually rough pattern, exuding an ancient energy that did not belong to this era.

The pattern shows a human head and a dragon body.

This familiar scene made Fu Jin stunned.

"Could it be that Emperor Fuxi was created by channeling the corpse of Infinite Heavenly Lord from the mythical age?"

Although he had a guess in his mind, he could not confirm it after all. The remnant Fuxi monument in his body was also silent and motionless, making it even more difficult for him to conclude.

He stopped thinking about it and looked at the high platform in front of him.

There was a lot of dust on the high platform, leaving clear footprints. Zhou Yi should have stepped on it, and he didn't know what he got.

Fu Jin didn't feel any regrets at all. He walked with a few people in the spacious hall. After finding nothing more, he left here and returned to the Taoist temple-like building he had planned to explore earlier.

The jade-carved treasure tree in the courtyard spreads its fragrance, and there is a pool of clear water under the tree. There are several quiet rooms on both sides, which should be used as resting places. Fu Jin and others were not polite and stayed here temporarily.

Fu Jin closed the door, faced the empty shrine on the altar table, and sat on the futon. His restless heart suddenly calmed down.

Since leaving Jade Cauldron, he has almost never practiced seriously.

The "Xihuang Sutra" that circulates and practices, a trickle of divine power travels along the limbs and bones.

The nine wonderful holy medicines that transformed from life and death for the first time, the nine drops of green blood extracted from the broken stele, the red fruits that cleanse the internal organs, the immortal liquid from the life spring of the saint, and the king of medicine Qinglongzhi that sensed the emperor's blood, were transformed into each other for the second time between life and death. The wandering and transformed demon emperor's essence, immortal matter, and so on.

These many divine objects pushed him to continuously ascend, causing earth-shaking changes to occur in his body, making him feel a little strange.

At this time, under the operation of the technique, he began to gradually become familiar with his own body, and even a piece of flesh, a drop of blood, and everything was under his control.

He also discovered that the remaining powers of many divine objects were deposited in his flesh and blood and were being mined and refined by him.

The already stagnant cultivation level was slowly promoted again.

I don’t know how long I have been sitting here, but changes have occurred.

Fujin seemed to have left the Immortal Palace and Taoist Temple. There was only a hazy mist in front of him, and there was no other color.

He tried to use his spiritual consciousness and felt the same, as if he had entered another gray world.

There was no sound in his ears, and when he spoke, no sound came out. Not only did he lose his hearing, he also lost the ability to speak.

The five senses were lost one by one.

Lost woe.

This is a kind of hardship encountered in the process of stepping onto the sacred bridge and reaching the other shore.Once affected, one becomes disoriented and trapped.

For Fu Jin, these are not terrible, because he has already experienced darkness. In comparison, the fog in front of him is still a little colorful, and it is not unbearable.

He was motionless, his body and mind were like a rock, without any movement, like a dead thing, even calmer than the surging misty world.

one day.

One month.

One year.

There is no trace of consciousness, and Fu Jin's whole body exudes a deep silence. This is more terrifying than being lost, because you can't affect a dead person who has completely lost consciousness.

The clouds and mist that symbolized loss became thinner and soon dissipated, leaving no trace behind.

Fu Jin is still sitting in the quiet room.

His eyelids trembled, a faint blue light emerged from his eyes, and a strong vitality appeared again.

"the other side."

Silently, he had already stepped on the Tianmai Divine Bridge, passed through the fog, crossed the sea of ​​suffering, and arrived at the other shore. High in the sky, a huge Taoist palace loomed in the clouds and mist.

Fu Jin is experiencing his own changes.The deprived five senses have recovered and are sharper than before. The consciousness affected by the fog is also expanding rapidly. The originally messy aura in the body has also been sorted out. The whole person has gained peace physically and mentally without borrowing any external objects. of sublimation.

The path and realm we are walking towards step by step are also improving.

The Sea of ​​Bitterness opened up to the size of a palm, the Divine Eye of Life Spring became wider and wider, and the Divine Bridge of Heavenly Meridians shone brightly, passing through the void and reaching the other shore.

He has now reached the final stage of the Wheel Sea Secret Realm. After nine more blood exchanges and bone transformations, he can start the practice of the next secret realm.

The medicinal power precipitated in his flesh and blood worked to help him stabilize this state.

After breaking through the seclusion, Fujin began to use this state to sacrifice the feathered sword embryo above the Life Spring.

After leaving the Immortal Palace, he will inevitably have to carry out killings. A handy weapon is very important to him, even if he is confident that his physical body is enough to compete with his special physique.

Fu Jin took out the golden booklet that recorded the "Secrets of Spirit Appearance".

This is the secret art of sacrificing soldiers obtained from Chen Yu. It is suspected to be closely related to the spirit manifesting art circulated in the Jade Cauldron. Regularly practicing this method can strengthen the spirituality of the magic weapon and use it as desired.

The Feathered Sword Embryo has been tempered by the Infinite Heavenly Lord and is already considered a semi-finished product. Fujin has the secret in his hands and uses the chain of divine patterns above the Sea of ​​Bitterness to sacrifice it, and he soon gets the feeling.

A ray of green light spit out from his palm, like a herring swimming around his body. This was triggered by Fu Jin's spiritual consciousness.

After sitting there for a few days to get familiar with it, he walked out of the quiet room.

Liu Yiyi was still practicing in the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Ziling was reading the ancient scriptures with silver pages in his hand, and Zhang Wenchang was opening up the sea of ​​suffering.

Fu Jin sat on the boulder in front of the clear pool, looking at the fragrant jade tree, looking a little dazed for a moment.

It has been four years since I arrived at Beidou, worshiped in the Jade Cauldron for cultivation, and now, without even realizing it.

Compared with the materialistic and flashy life on earth, it seems that this ascetic monk-like way is most suitable for him. No one will disturb him, and he can move forward alone while savoring the obstacles and breakthroughs in practice.

Just like his choice on earth, a person follows the ancient road of the pre-Qin Dynasty. Sometimes he is frightened by the crisis he encounters, and sometimes he is pleasantly surprised by a little discovery.

Fu Jin made up his mind to leave the Immortal Palace and try to settle Liu Yiyi and others.

Moreover, he had to try to find the ancient practice scriptures in the secret realm of Tao Palace.

The only copy of the "Xihuang Sutra" he had on him was the Wheel and Sea Scroll, and the rest was unknown whether it had been lost long ago, or the fragments of the stele were deliberately hidden and were not taught to him.

Although the "Great Cave Sutra" obtained by Zhang Ziling is also very extraordinary and complete, after careful consideration, Fu Jin still does not plan to practice it for the time being.

If possible, the practice method in the secret realm of the Dao Palace should be an imperial-level ancient scripture like the "Xihuang Sutra".

After confirming the next path, Fu Jin was about to return to the quiet room, when he suddenly moved his brows and looked at the jade tree in the center of the pool.

"The aroma is stronger, and" he stepped in the rainbow light at his feet and came to the jade tree to smell it.

"The fragrance is not emitted by the jade tree itself."

But if that's the case, where does the scent come from?

Fu Jin turned his eyes and looked at the clear pool beneath him.

Under his gaze, the calm water surface bubbled with bubbles, and there were wisps of milky white spiritual energy in the bubbles. Each bubble burst and the spiritual energy rushed out, bringing a richer fragrance.

The jade trees swayed, the pond water boiled, and Fu Jin left the water.

Not long after this vision lasted, the strong aroma was mixed with a burnt smell and spread in the yard.

Immediately afterwards, the water in the pond, together with the jade trees in it, slowly rose and overflowed the pond. The dry puddle was filled by a huge thing, which appeared under Fu Jin's eyes.

"This is?"

(End of this chapter)