After continuously absorbing spiritual energy, Long Yu's Danhai used the same method, but this time it never encountered thunder disaster again. However, at the moment of breakthrough, the Dantian once again had the tendency to collapse!
But thanks to the ancient scriptures that restored Dantian, I was saved.
"This ancient scripture is really magical, but it seems that it will only encounter disasters when it breaks through at each stage." Fang Lanmeng once again confirmed that the celestial phenomena are the same.
"Now that you have made progress, you should go out." Xuan Ziyuan said, and handed the Yin and Yang box to Long Yu.
Long Yu said goodbye to a few people and reached the cliff in a daze.
"Huh?" Long Yu raised his head and looked up at the sky. In the distance, a first-order flying boat came through the sky.
Long Yu didn't hesitate and immediately returned to the seventh peak.
Long Yu slowly came to the hut where he originally lived. That familiar and simple place stood on the edge of the cliff, open to the endless void. Walk
In this familiar yet unfamiliar land, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing and his thoughts abound.
When he walked into the hut, everything seemed so familiar and friendly. The shabby bed in the house, the small wooden sword he carved by his own hands, and the landscape painting hanging on the wall are all traces of his past life. He once practiced hard in this hut, day and night, and was not afraid of cold or heat. During those years, his cultivation progressed slowly, and he was often laughed at and bullied by other disciples.
Memories flooded into his heart, and images of being insulted and left out emerged in his mind.
However, it was those humiliations and difficulties that made Long Yu more determined to practice.
Long Yu could not forget those who laughed at him or those who looked at him with disdain. But all of this has become the motivation for him to move forward and the tempering of his heart.
Now, his cultivation in the foundation building stage has the strength to defeat the disciples in the golden elixir stage, and he is no longer the disciple in the qi training stage who was bullied and laughed at. His heart was filled with emotions about the past and expectations for the future. Those difficult years made him understand more about the difficulty of cultivation, and also made him cherish his current achievements even more.
He sat on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and thinking. In the hut, it was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. It was a conversation between his past and present, a testimony of his growth and struggle.
Long Yu took a deep breath, his heart filled with expectations for the future and gratitude for the past. Long Yu in the foundation building stage is no longer the weakling on the seventh peak, but a brave man standing on the path of cultivation.
"I will be stronger," he whispered, "I will let everyone who has laughed at me see that my future, Long Yu, is unstoppable." His voice echoed in the air, with firmness and determination.
At this time, Long Yu firmly believed that he was no longer the young man whose destiny was controlled by others, but a foundation-building monk who was gradually showing his talents. His heart is filled with longing for the future and gratitude for the past. He knows that there is still a long way to go, but he is no longer afraid. Because he already has enough strength and belief to face all challenges.
He stood up and looked forward firmly. He knows that there is still a long way to go, but he is ready. He wants to prove to everyone that he, Long Yu, is a shining star in this world and an undefeated strong man on the path of cultivation.
At this moment, he is no longer the weakling on the seventh peak, but a brave man standing on the path of cultivation. His heart is filled with expectations for the future and gratitude for the past. He knows that only by moving forward can he write his own glorious chapter and story.
Under the moonlight, Long Yu stood in the courtyard, holding the ancient sword in both hands, quietly watching the falling snowflakes. His heart was filled with deep memories. Those past days and those battle scenes came one after another like snowflakes, making him unable to calm down.
Long Yu's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of falling snow. He looked up and found that the whole world was covered in white snow.
Looking at the silver-covered world, Long Yu suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the world was communicating with him.
After the blood from the Yin Yang Divine Code was integrated into Long Yu's body, Long Yu's perception of everything in the world seemed to be stronger than before.
He raised his sword and began swinging it through the snow. The blade of the sword cuts through the snowflakes, like a dragon swimming out of the sea, carrying a chilling air. His body moved with the force of the sword, like a beautiful poem, gradually immersed in the ocean of sword intent.
The snowflakes flew under Long Yu's sword. Some of them were stirred by the sword energy and turned into ice crystals all over the sky. The other part fell gently on his body and was melted by the body temperature. Long Yu's robe was already wet with snowflakes, but he didn't notice it at all and was immersed in his swordsmanship wholeheartedly.
Time becomes meaningless at this moment. The ancient trees in the courtyard are covered with snow, as if they have lost the traces of the season. Long Yu only has the sword in his heart, only the endless memories and the strength of wielding it.
When the sword tip points to the sky, when the snowflakes pause on the sword tip, when all thoughts converge at this moment, Long Yu seems to have seen everything in the past. Those fighting moments, those painful experiences, all condensed into a deep emotion at this moment, pouring out from the bottom of my heart.
He suddenly understood that these memories were not a burden, but the motivation for him to move forward. The pain and struggle in his heart are his path of cultivation and his ladder to a higher realm.
Snowflakes were flying in the cold wind, and Long Yu was swinging his sword in the courtyard. His figure is looming in the snow, like a lonely dragon soaring in the cold winter night. His sword skills were getting faster and faster, as if he wanted to pour out all his emotions.
I don't know when it started, but Long Yu was completely immersed in his swordsmanship. His heart fell with the snowflakes and rose and fell with the sword. His breathing was in sync with the wind and snow, and every cell in his body was vibrating with the realization of this moment.
In this unique practice, Long Yu found his destination. His heart was purified in the snow, and his swordsmanship was improved in memories. He understood that this was the path he was pursuing and an indispensable part of his spiritual path.
When the last snowflake fell, when the last ray of sword energy dissipated, and when Long Yu's figure disappeared in the courtyard, all that was left was a silvery world and deep silence. It was as if nothing had happened, as if all this was just a dream in Long Yu's heart.
However, the ancient tree in the courtyard knows the truth. It stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.
And that heavy snow also silently recorded all of this. They knew that every time Long Yu swung his sword and every insight he had, they were real traces of his cultivation path.
At this moment, Long Yu was completely immersed in his own practice. He knew that only through such practice could he truly understand the world and himself.
On top of the snow-capped main peak of the Snow Han Sect, the thick ice is like finely carved silver jade, decorating the mountain in an extremely magnificent manner.
Above the vast white snow, stands a tall bell frame. The bronze bell on the top is like a witness of the eyes of time, silent and solemn. Whenever the bell rings, it means that the once-in-a-century peak competition is about to begin.
On this cold winter day, the sound of the bell was like a long toll that broke through the sky, resounding through the mountains and echoing in the ears of every Xuehan Sect disciple. It is like an ancient call, or like the lamentation of winter. Invisible fluctuations spread in the air, disrupting the original silence.
The sound of the bell was like an invisible boundary, which not only interrupted Long Yu's sword practice, but also caused a shock deep in his heart. He knew that it meant another dispute was about to take place.
In Long Yu's view, the Peak Competition is a test of strength, wisdom and perseverance, and it is also an excellent opportunity to compete with fellow students and improve themselves.
Long Yu clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, the light in his eyes flickering, which was a mixture of passion, excitement and firm belief. Facing the cold wind, he couldn't help but take a few steps in the direction of the bell frame. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he had foreseen the upcoming challenges and opportunities.
In the once-in-a-century peak competition, Long Yu will compete with many of his peers, looking for opportunities to break through and explore higher martial arts. At this moment, the bell seemed to be warning him that this time the battle would be more difficult and dangerous. However, Long Yu had no fear. In his eyes, there was only determination and expectation to move forward.
Long Yu stood in front of the hut, listening to the sound of the bell. He seemed to be able to feel the rich history behind the bell and the expectations of the teachers. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and adjusted his state of mind to the best state. He knew that this was not only a personal challenge for him, but also a grand event for the entire Xuehan Sect. He is looking forward to proving his strength in that game, and also looking forward to gaining more inspiration and growth from it.
When the bell rang leisurely again, Long Yu had already adjusted his mentality and was ready to face the next challenge. He knew this was his chance, a stage for him to show his strength to the world. He has no doubt that he will go all out to write his own legend with his sword, his wisdom and his courage.
On the seventh peak of Xuehan Sect, Long Yu stood in the wind. He held the hilt of his sword tightly and felt the impact of the cold bell on him. He knew that this competition would be a tumultuous one, but he also firmly believed that he would find his own path in it.
I originally thought I could participate with Master Ye Shaoqiu, but now I am alone.
"When this dispute is over, I can calm down and practice." Long Yu said calmly.
"It's getting cold, you should put on some clothes." The voice of the moon came.
Looking at the heavy snowfall, Long Yu remembered that he really didn't even have any winter clothes. He looked down at the sword in his hand, thinking that he was alone now. He looked at the sword in his hand without saying a word for a long time. Long Yu looked up at the sky and saw the snowflakes. It fell on his face and he smiled.
This was the first time that Long Yu felt so free and unrestrained. He finally understood that only he could truly get out of this snowstorm.
"With you and the sword, that's enough."
