Two thousand years later.
In the largest plain of Ge Qingzhou, a monk wearing a yellow robe looked up to the sky and laughed. He finally realized the existence of traces of the way of heaven.
"Haha, I, Huangsha Yuanjun, will break through to God Transformation here today!"
The Nascent Soul, emitting a hazy yellow light, emerged from the top of his head and slowly floated up. His two small hands made the same movements as his physical body, running magic spells.
In an instant, strong winds blew, yellow sand was flying, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered towards him crazily, forming a huge whirlpool.
"It's about to begin!"
The monks from various sects watching around watched nervously.
Since the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the ancient monks disappeared, and they had to rebuild the system of cultivating immortals on the ruins of Taoism.
Although Huang Sha Yuanjun is not the most profound among them, he is the first monk to try to break through to become a god! A true pioneer!
In order to get this opportunity to watch, they even lent the magic weapons of the Zhen Sect to Huangsha Yuanjun to resist the natural disaster.
Boom!
The cloudless sky instantly became gloomy, and purple-red thunder undulated, each one possessing the power to destroy the pill-forming monks.
Huangsha Yuanjun took his time and activated the formations and magic weapons that he had arranged long ago, triggering the traces of heaven to imprint the body of Yuanying.
The terrifying tribulation thunders were connected one after another, giving no chance for those who had overcome the tribulation to repair themselves. Huangsha Yuanjun roared angrily, throwing the dozens of magic weapons on his body like consumables to share the calamity without any concern.
"Little Huangsha, how dare you treat our sect's most precious treasure like this!" Seeing his magic weapon turn into ashes in the thunder, an old Nascent Soul monk jumped anxiously.
"He'd better succeed in overcoming the tribulation, otherwise the debt must be settled with him." Another Yuanying monk also looked ugly.
Huangsha Yuanjun didn't care about their feelings at all. If he really refines the magic weapons piece by piece, and then resists the tribulation thunder, he is afraid that his ashes will be struck by the tribulation thunder and cannot be found.
In this almost wasteful and extravagant move, Huangsha Yuanjun finally withstood the ninth tribulation thunder. The Yuanying that was still somewhat illusory was solidified like a physical body, with the power of Dao marks faintly emanating from it.
"Hahaha! The Tao is inscribed on the body, ascending to heaven and becoming a god. The records in ancient books are indeed correct!" Huangsha Zhenjun said excitedly.
He pointed towards his body on the ground, and it immediately collapsed into a pile of yellow sand. Then the yellow sand outside his Nascent Soul gathered and turned into the same physical body again.
At the state of becoming a god, the physical body has become one with the Nascent Soul. Unless it is cut off by a monk of the same level or above, no matter how serious the physical injury is, it can be recovered in a few breaths.
"Congratulations to True Lord Huangsha for successfully overcoming the tribulation and becoming a god!"
The surrounding monks instantly lost their dissatisfaction and paid homage respectfully.
Huangsha Zhenjun's eyes flashed, and his powerful spiritual sense sensed the heat in the hearts of the Nascent Soul monsters below.
See if I have any ideas after becoming the Avatar. snort. How can it be so easy to survive the God Transformation Heavenly Tribulation? Without the protection of formations and magic weapons, it can only turn into ashes!
True Lord Huangsha sneered in his heart, and began to integrate the Huangsha Plain as the world's first god.
Time flies by, and another thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Why! Why is this happening?"
In the secret realm of Huangsha Sect, a huge roar shook the forest, and nine traces of Dao appeared in the void.
"The sect master has done this again."
"Hey, the sect leader has been a little crazy since three hundred years ago. He shouts incomprehensible words such as 'Where is the immortal' and 'The void is empty' all day long."
"Hush! Be careful, the Sect Master's matters are not something we can discuss casually."
In Huangsha Sect, all the disciples looked at the location of the sect's secret realm in the distance, feeling both reverence and fear.
"Fake, it's all fake!"
"What immortality! What Mahayana! It's all fake!"
True Lord Huangsha threw the jade slip in his hand to the ground angrily and stepped on it with his feet.
It is said in ancient books that those who have perfected the spirit transformation can control the Dao Mark, use the Dao Mark to move the way of heaven, and can lead to a wisp of immortal energy falling from the land of flying immortals. You only need to refine this ray of immortal energy, and you can directly enter the realm of Mahayana semi-immortal!
But, there is nothing!
True Lord Huangsha controlled a Dao Mark three hundred years ago. He used it to leverage the way of heaven, but he did not sense the existence of immortal energy.
Maybe it’s because I’m not cultivated enough. He once thought so.
But now, having controlled the nine Dao Marks, he still has not sensed the existence of the legendary immortal energy.
"What happened in the past? Where did the ancient monks go? What kind of existence is the so-called other world? Perhaps, all the answers lie in the boundless void outside the sky!" A blazing light flashed in the eyes of Zhenjun Huangsha.
He is the most powerful monk in this world, and also the most desperate monk. Because the way forward has been cut off, there is no future for becoming an immortal.
"Let me see if the legendary land of flying immortals really exists!"
Without alarming anyone, True Lord Huangsha took his Huangsha Tower and resolutely stepped into the void outside the sky.
This time it will take eight hundred years.
No one knows why True Lord Huangsha disappeared in the secret realm of the sect. Some say that he has passed away silently, while others say that he has already entered the legendary Mahayana and transformed into a flying immortal.
The Huangsha Sect, which once ruled the Huangsha Plain, fell apart due to the actions of the major deity-forming elders because it lost the suppression of True Lord Huangsha.
One day, on the mountain behind the Shishen Sect, a strange wave rippled.
"What does this feel like? The Dao marks are disintegrating?!"
The head of the Stone God Sect's Shi Sect looked solemn, and the disintegration of the Dao marks only occurred when the cultivator of the God Transformation died. Every god-transformation monk who transforms into a Tao will profoundly change the appearance of the land, leaving behind endless benefits.
Could it be that a transformation god quietly sneaked into his sect and chose to transform here?
Sect Leader Shi immediately teleported to the back mountain. The moment he saw the person coming, his mind went blank.
"Zi Wang!"
"Zi Wang!"
Every ray of vitality in his body was shouting. The soul traveled through the endless void, felt the boundless sea of life, and experienced the rise and fall of all things in the world.
"What a great being! How vast I am!"
Sect Leader Shi murmured, his whole face showed peace, and the light merged into Him in the void.
"Stupid! You're just in the middle stage of becoming a god, and you dare to come here without even controlling a dao mark!"
True Lord Huangsha cursed angrily, then quickly cut off his memory of this period and threw it into the disintegrating Dao Mark.
After walking in the void for eight hundred years, he finally found the core of the void.
It was an area where even the Dao of Heaven could not exist. When he reached the edge, countless faint chanting sounds penetrated into his head like water.
"Zi Wang! Zu Wang!"
Then he knew nothing. If a fragment of Dao hadn't happened to hit him and wake him up, he would have turned into light and died silently.
"A terrifying existence named Zuowang has blocked the void!"
When this thought came to his mind, he became confused again.
True Lord Huangsha immediately burned the Dao marks in his soul, and hurriedly broke away and escaped with the power of Dao transformation.
Invisible, unthinkable, and unheard!
Otherwise, the Dao dye will be forgotten, the self will be forgotten, and the existence in the nothingness will return.
"The road to immortality is cut off! No one in this world can become an immortal!"
True Lord Huangsha smiled miserably, plunged into the earth, and turned into a vast ocean of thousands of miles.
…
Are there really immortals in the world?
Seven thousand years have passed since the fall of the ancient monk. There are countless immortal cultivators who have emerged in the Fulan Realm, dominating the world, but none of them have successfully advanced to the Mahayana.
"Eternal regret!"
"The path to immortality in this world has been cut off!"
"I wish I could be born in ancient times, I will become an immortal!"
Countless monks and outstanding figures shouted, trapped in the realm of transformation into gods.
"There is a great terror in the void of the Fulan Realm! It crosses the path of immortality. It is unknown!"
There are ancient gods chopping firewood, and the wrinkled skin is filled with the vastness of time.
The truth he told was so despairing.
"But we still have a glimmer of opportunity! The ancient monks left a hidden path to immortality for us!"
Sixteen stone tablets glowed, opening up the sky and the earth, illuminating a silver trajectory in the void. On the trajectory, ancient teleportation arrays were like candles of hope, igniting the hearts of the Fulan Realm's god-forming monks.
"That's right! This road leads to the Luoying Realm. According to ancient records, it is a big world no worse than the Fulan Realm. It can communicate with the flying immortals! We all have the possibility of becoming immortals!" A young god-transforming double His eyes were shining and he spoke with high spirits.
"This road is indeed our hope. But it is too difficult, too difficult. This is an ancient road paved with corpses."
In the void, where the silver trajectory extends, countless traces are slowly disintegrating, emitting little bits of starlight. They are all spiritual cultivators who have fallen into the void over the years.
"There are many corpses on the road to immortality. As monks, we should have the heart to walk on thin ice and act bravely and diligently. Everyone, I'm going!"
A god-transforming monk with nine marks on his body laughed and stepped into the void.
"How can I let Master Julang be so beautiful? I am a non-seeker on the road to becoming an immortal."
Another dark-skinned monk followed closely, shaking the hearts of the monks present.
Winter comes and summer comes, no one knows whether there are immortals in the world. However, the ancient road leading to the Luoying Realm was finally opened through the desperate exploration of a monk who transformed himself into a god.
Every enterprising monk who transformed into gods passed through the ancient road of void and headed to the Luoying Realm.
In the Fulan world, there is no hope.
…
Lin Yuan's body sat in the land of nothingness, and his soul penetrated into every ray of heaven and earth aura in the Fulan World.
Sometimes he is like a great Taoist, watching the system of cultivating immortals develop from Qi training to divine transformation without any bias; sometimes he is like a mortal, feeling happy when a monk breaks through the realm, but also gets distressed because they are trapped in a bottleneck.
Nine thousand years have passed through Lin Yuan's soul, separating the profound morality and humanity. His hair became paler and his eyes became deeper and darker.
"I see."
Lin Yuan smiled, lowered his eyes, cut off the human part of himself with fairy light, and threw it into the Fulan World.
Decades later, a flash of light came to Him.
"You're here," the Taoist said.
"Who are you?" Lin Yuan asked.
"I am Xianxuan."
"Where's Zuowang?"
The two sat opposite each other, golden runes surging, and they merged together in the clear fairy light.
There were no strange phenomena in the world, nor a surge in cultivation.
After a long time, Lin Yuan let out a long sigh and stood up from the void, his eyes clear as never before:
"Nine thousand years have been in vain, but now I know that I am who I am."
When Lin Yuan took one step, all the boundless monsters in the void disappeared; when he took the second step, the Heavenly Demon Gate twisted and faded, and the faces of the nine demon gods were horrified and shattered together; when he took the third step, the void disappeared and all scenes were disillusioned.
…
Ha~huh
"Mysterious and mysterious, it is called immortal mystery. I have forgotten my body and mind, just sitting there and forgetting. It is really a long period of life."
Lin Yuan let out a long yawn, stretched, and woke up from the table where he was lying. On one side of the table, an empty wine jug was tipped over, and there was still a pool of wine stains on the table below the spout.
"Half-drunk and half-sober for sixty years. I accidentally became an old drunkard."
Lin Yuan sighed with emotion, held the wine bottle, stood up unsteadily from the bamboo chair, opened the door, and came to the stream.
Through the water, he saw his slightly stooped body, his thin cheeks with age spots and the white beard on his chin.
"Drunkard, drunkard, drunkard."
"It's so shameful to sleep while your butt is exposed to the sun."
Lin Yuan turned around and looked at the children on the bridge making faces at him in astonishment.
"Ah, Grandpa Jiu is awake, Grandpa Jiu, don't catch me!"
"Run! Grandpa Jiu has short legs! He can't catch up with us!"
When the children on the bridge saw Lin Yuan turn around, they hurriedly ran back to the village.
I am such a fairy! You little brats, this is really, oh, this is really...amazing.
Lin Yuan shook his head helplessly and walked towards the old green cow tied next to the bamboo house.
"Old man, come with me for one last walk."
Lin Yuan touched Qing Niu's horns, and Qing Niu took the initiative to bend his legs and squat down, allowing him to sit astride him.
One person and one cow came to Xiaoxi Village on a familiar road.
"Du Bing, as usual, give me a pot of Zaoji Wine." Lin Yuan said.
"Hey, Mr. Lin, please slow down and don't fall off the back of the cow. I'll help you drink this wine."
Du Bing from the wine shop quickly took Lin Yuan's wine bottle, filled it carefully and handed it to Lin Yuan.
"Du Bing, you secretly replaced it with high-vintage wine for me again. I'll know it as soon as I smell it," Lin Yuan said.
Du Bing scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "You cured my mother-in-law's cold last time. I don't have anything good to offer, so I can only send some wine."
"Okay. Don't worry about this little thing. This is extra money, just keep it."
Lin Yuan took out a few more pennies, strung them together, and threw them to Du Bing, and then rode away on a green ox without stopping.
"Hey, Mr. Lin..."
Du Bian held the copper coins in both hands and stared blankly at Lin Yuan who was walking away. Before he noticed it, a golden light flashed on the copper coin, and a mysterious aura blended into his body.
In the days that followed, Du Bian never got sick again and died without any illness.
There are no immortals accepting disciples, and there is no Qingfeng Sect. Those nine thousand years were just an illusory time interpreted by Xian Xuan sitting in the Forgetting Sutra and intercepting the reflection of the world.
Lin Yuan sat on the green ox and walked all the way through the specious Ge Qingzhou, marveling at the power of Xianxuan sitting in the Forgetting Sutra.
Nine thousand years have been like a dream, but his mind is really transcendent! An illusory time and space of cause and effect actually allowed him to bear the fruit of a true immortal! Even he, who is already a true immortal, cannot understand this kind of trick to make it real.
However, there really is a Shengxian Bridge between heaven and earth.
Lin Yuan's figure gradually faded and disappeared.
In the void of the plane of Fulan Realm, fairy lights fluttered, and a dream-like golden bridge quietly descended.
"Climb the Immortal Bridge and enter the Immortal Book. From now on, you will live in the Immortal Realm forever and enjoy eternal life!"
A calm and indifferent voice came from the other side of the Golden Bridge.
"It seems like immortals are not really transcendent."
Lin Yuan looked at Jin Qiao who was different from the one in his memory, smiled casually, turned and left.
Shortly after he left, at the moment when the Golden Bridge was about to disappear, a mixed-minded immortal on the other side looked back, traced back the time, and made a sound of surprise.
"Huh? Not on this shore, not on the other shore. There is no trace of this person becoming an immortal in the world! How strange and strange."
Lin Yuan didn't know that he had attracted the attention of an immortal king. He was currently sitting on the back of a green bull, drinking from a pot in one hand and shaking a wicker in the other, walking leisurely on the mountain path.
"Young people don't know the age, but old people suddenly realize the immortal cultivation. The green ox carries me to buy wine, and I forget about the world and enjoy myself. In the last time, let's go and see the mountains and seas of Fulan Realm!"
