Daxu Kingdom, Zhugang City, Fujia.
Lightning bolts pierced the silent night sky one after another. Suddenly, strong winds blew and heavy rain poured down.
This heavy rain has been going on for several days, and today it seems to be more violent than usual.
To the east of Zhugang City is the endless sea.
Cities near the sea always have more rain.
This night, the usually bustling streets and alleys of Zhugang City were deserted and seemed particularly quiet.
In the continuous rainy days, people have already taken measures to prevent wind and rain. When night falls, all the doors of their homes are closed tightly and they fall asleep early.
A bolt of lightning landed silently in a room of the Fu family in Zhugang City, and then disappeared between the brows of a dormant young man.
That young man is Fu Huang.
Fu Huang opened his eyes.
"Doctor Su really didn't lie to me. This last prescription can really cure my dementia."
But the next second, he suddenly felt bad!
He realized that he was not in the room at this time!
Is this the underworld? But shouldn’t the underworld be spooky? He cursed in his heart.
He looked around and saw auspicious clouds lingering, green mountains all over, deer in the deep woods, green hills accompanied by clouds, cranes spreading their wings, gurgling streams, and fish playing in the ponds.
When listening quietly, it seems that someone is playing the piano and playing music, or someone is singing in the fishing boat at night, the insects are chirping and the birds are chirping, so pleasant!
It’s more like a fairyland here!
Opposite Fuhuang, a young man in white clothes stood on the hanging lotus leaves, as gentle as jade, like an immortal descending to earth.
Before Fu Huang had time to ask whether this was the underworld or the fairyland, he saw the young man in white gently raising his right hand and pointing his fingers on his eyebrows.
Fuhuang could feel that those fingers were thick and warm. In an instant, a powerful message rushed towards him through the two fingers, and then turned into countless trickles, impacting his meridians, blood vessels, muscles, etc., making him feel at ease from time to time. He felt a heart-piercing pain that split his lungs, and sometimes he felt a sharp pain that was like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart. The pain made him feel like he was going to die at any moment.
Seeing this, the young man in white murmured to himself: "If you miss this opportunity, I don't know how long you will have to wait!"
He waved his right hand lightly and muttered a formula. After a while, an ancient and mysterious magic circle appeared with Fuhuang as the center.
With the blessing of the magic circle, these trickles of information turned into warm currents, flowing through Fuhuang's body, and the pain he felt just now disappeared.
This stream of information is vast and majestic, like a person who has lost his memory finding long-lost memories, such as daily life, knowledge, practice, elixirs, weapon refining, formations, etc. The memory information is like the accumulation of countless years, which makes Fu Fu Huang Ban suddenly woke up and received the inheritance.
There was a fragmented memory of a lifetime in the warm information flow. He didn't know where he was born, who his last name was, or how long he lived. He only knew that at the end of his memory, there was a raging war and corpses everywhere.
The people around him fell one after another. He could not see their faces clearly, but his heart was bleeding.
He shouted: "Stop!"
But the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, so how could it stop because of his cry?
At the end of his gaze, he seemed to see ten mountains looking down at him.
His eyes were full of anger!
"Huang'er, only if you are strong in this life can you see clearly!" The voice of the young man in white rang out.
The memory of this life is incomplete and fuzzy. Only everything about cultivation is clearly remembered.
The vast and majestic memories of the soul continued to rush in like an overwhelming river. Fuhuang no longer felt the same pain as before. Compared with that life, other memories seemed a little boring.
Slowly, everything calmed down, and he looked around again. Wherever there was a fairyland, it was just pitch black, and even the glow of the magic circle surrounding him was slowly becoming dim.
The young man in white slowly transformed into a budding green lotus, standing alone in this gloomy world.
Fuhuang stepped forward and saluted: "Master!"
Fuhuang, who had obtained the memory inheritance of the soul, already knew that the young man in white was named Qinghunburan and was his "master". In the memory of the war, it was the latter who protected him!
At the last moment, Qinghunburan condensed a divine seal, and Fuhuang was ejected into this dark space.
He left a sentence: "Have a good time practicing!"
When this divine seal hit Fu Huang, Fu Huang felt as if he had fallen from an abyss. He couldn't help but wake up from the bed. This time, he was sure that he had survived!
"Master, in order to perfectly integrate my soul, the power of the soul was consumed a lot, and in the end I had no choice but to turn it into my body to recuperate."
When Fuhuang woke up just now, he did not wake up in his own body, but in the sea of souls of Qinghunburan. To be precise, it was his own sea of souls, because Qinghunburan was parasitized by a divine soul. In his soul sea.
With the help of Qinghunburan, he was able to perfectly merge with a ray of his soul.
Fusing the memory of the divine soul, Fuhuang naturally understood why his master had to form a divine seal to eject him in the end.
Even if his master is parasitic in his soul sea and the power of his soul is weak, in his current state, it is not easy to get out of his master's soul sea.
This ray of his soul comes from that life of incomplete memory. It was an ancient and long period of time, like a piece of cloth covering it, real but vague.
The last memory of this life was when his master forged a soul to escort his soul away from the battlefield.
After a long period of time, his master finally separated this ray of his soul into several souls millions of years ago, and was reborn in the mortal world or the fairy world for nourishment.
In this life, the master combined these separated souls into one and reincarnated them into Fuyue Immortal Mansion in the immortal world.
Unexpectedly, when he was born, there was a war between immortals and demons in the immortal world, and a powerful person in the immortal world predicted that if he grew up, he would bring great disaster to the immortal world. His parents had to use secret methods to extract his immortal roots, replace them with mortal ones, and let the family The strong ones are sent to the mortal world to grow.
Even if the soul has been nourished for millions of years, in fact, even if it is reincarnated as an immortal, it will still suffer from the disease of stupidity due to the incomplete soul.
The reason why Fuhuang was cured was entirely due to the fusion of the soul from his first life.
"Su Wenqiang doesn't know how to treat dementia at all. The prescriptions he provides are just better-grade prescriptions for nourishing the immortal source!"
"From the very beginning, Su Wenqiang's goal was to bring out the immortality in me!"
"Su Wenqiang is by no means a simple doctor. He who can use the method of depriving the immortal source must have cultivation level above the middle stage of the Immortal Body Realm."
A strong person in the Immortal Body Realm can destroy an entire dynasty with just a few clicks.
If an entire dynasty or a large family is destroyed in order to deprive the immortal source, other powerful people will definitely be dissatisfied.
The source of immortality is the foundation for cultivating immortality. There is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivating immortality: Those who rob others of their source of immortality must be punished together.
This unwritten rule does not include private snatching.
In fact, the conditions required to capture the Immortal Source are also very demanding. Firstly, the Immortal Source must grow to a certain level, and secondly, it must not enter the Pulse Nourishing Realm.
The mortal realms of immortal cultivators, from low to high, are the pulse nourishing realm, the source gathering realm, the true spirit realm, the elixir planting realm, the transformation realm, and the fairy body realm.
The pulse nourishing realm is the first realm.
Having the cultivation level of the Pulse-Nursing Realm does not mean that you are an immortal cultivator. The first level on the path of cultivating immortals must be the Pulse-Nursing Realm.
Once the immortal cultivator enters the realm of nourishing pulses, the survival of the immortal source is closely related to the immortal cultivator, and it will dissipate once it leaves the body.
Su Wenqiang has rich experience in seizing the source of immortality, otherwise how could it go so smoothly this time!
"Su Wenqiang, I will retaliate for the revenge of robbing the immortal source." Fuhuang's eyes were as bright as a torch.
